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Someone tapped me on the
shoulder, she had a very large drink for me bought by a couple of
guys around the corner, she pointed them out, I waved and took it.
Ha! In your face I thought.

Jett said “Don't accept
that!”

“Jeez you scared me. Why
not? Jealous?” I received a couple more drinks and flowers, the
waitress kept dropping stuff off. It did seem a little crazy. “Take
one they're yummy.”

“We're not here to drink,
besides I didn't know you were a little lush.” He said laughing. I
punched him in the arm halfheartedly. He pulled me in close with
one arm around my waist, I leaned back a bit put one arm around his
neck the other still holding my drink. He slid his hand up the
middle of my back slowly pulling me in closer, so close I could
feel his breath on me. And then he kissed me passionately. Hearing
an “Awwww” coming from the crowd. He pulled away and I turned my
head to the right and there we were on the monitor. I hid my face
in his shoulder.

He released me fast and
grabbed my hand “Cale!” I slammed my drink down and Jett pulled me
weaving us through the crowd to the back of the place and finally
the back door. I tugged back on his hand “Get the car.” He paused,
“You stay here” and went out the back door. The bar was fun, but it
had distracted us from Cale who was slipping away. He must
have seen us on the video, because he wasn't supposed to leave so
quickly according to my dream. I walked out into the alley, it was
calm and quite, spine-chilling, I walked further out and didn’t see
Cale or his truck, I was startled by the sudden sound of Jett’s car
squealing around the corner into the one way alley the wrong way. I
jumped in.

 We passed one building
then two, a truck turned on its headlights and was heading straight
toward us. Jett slammed on the breaks and started backing up, we
hit a pot hole and lost control of the car and backed into a dirt
pile left from construction. The car was stalled but he had also
blocked the alley way, his car started right back up. Cale slammed
on his breaks, his passenger lunged forward not putting her hands
out or anything.

“Huh” I let out a hard gasp
“She's already dead!” Cale looked right at me and flashed his
bright whites; I noticed how prominent his eye teeth were, he was
glad I was there, he held my attention with a hard stare, pulled
his cap down low, gave me a half evil grin out of the side of his
mouth, and whipped his truck into reverse and headed out the alley
way. It was definitely the truck we've been looking for.

Jett got the car started after the second try
and took off after him. Cale stopped at the end of the alley opened
the passenger door
and dumped the body of out of
his truck. He took off into the neighborhood. We got up to the girl
and I jumped out, she was still alive but unconscious. Jett yelled
at me to call 911, he took off after Cale. As I was running back to
the bar a car passed me I glanced at the driver and she right back
at me. I kept running and banged on the back door of the bar “I
have to call 911! I yelled. I banged some more “someone’s hurt!” A
bouncer flung the door open; I made the call, hung up, slipped my
piece of paper out of my pocket and called Grey.

I ran back into the alley
where the girl was and Jett was sitting next to her, Jett pointed
out puncture marks on her neck and told me not to touch her in case
she had a neck or back injury. Declan, Rae and Nic pulled their car
right by us, “What we're too late?” Declan said hopping out of his
car.

“Just a little, we think
Cale started early because he spotted us inside.” I
said.

By the time the ambulance
and police arrived, I noticed the marks on her neck were faded,
they looked like an old injury. I forgot to ask Jett if he
noticed.

When his uncle showed up he
was mad, just when he was about to start lecturing and yelling at
us I let out an “Oh My God!” They were walking toward us. “I almost
forgot in all the excitement. She knew it was happening too, but
how? She said she had to touch someone to read them?” I told Jett
and Detective Grey.

“Well...” she echoed, “I of
course, touched you.” It was Sheila and Cat.

“What are you doing here?"
Grey asked. “I came to see Addie, I wanted to know if her dreams
come true, I don't like being the only psychic in town. So you
really did dream this?” I gave my head a one sided shake and a
nervous smile, I mean what was I supposed to say.

Two days later and waiting
in anticipation, we all met at the Richfield Reading and Speech
Center. Jett's uncle reported the injured girl, Callie, was shaken’
up about the situation, but physically she was going to be fine.
There were no leads on Cale and he was nowhere to be found, not the
house or the apartment.

Sheila told us “As my uncle
and have been reading all the journals and notes we have and are
following the family lines, we have found that everyone who was
experimented on directly never got sick but has died of good ole
old age except for Cale and his cousin. Some of the offspring of
the originals have special
'gifts'
and
they
usually appear after they hit puberty. We found some are very
good athletes, runners, gymnasts, etcetera, possible psychics and
none have ill effects when it comes to their health. Some are
perfectly normal though, and one we know has several abilities,
psychic and coercion abilities.” Of course, she gave me a dead
stare “...and from what Nic told me a very good
athlete.”

“... Is there anything
else?” I asked.

“Yes.” Sheila explained.
“Cale and his cousin are obviously looking for a cure. So along
with Addie and hunting for the celestial healer we think they are
hoping one or both is supposed to make them whole.”

“How do we find this
healer?” Nic asked.

“Well we are not sure, she
is supposed to, yes she, we found some mentions in our historical
records about a clairvoyant savior that is born having a mark of an
angel on her body, we are thinking a birth mark or tattoo of some
kind. But we don’t know who, we can’t exactly strip search people
to find the marking so we have no leads there so far.” Sheila
peered at me, I felt d
iscombobulated.

“That would explain a lot.”
Jett stated.

“We have tracked Cale and
his cousin in and out of hospitals getting blood transfusions for
years on a regular basis, so unfortunately it's a huge probability
they need blood to survive.” Sheila explained. “And when we tracked
all the blood lines of anyone connected Addie comes up as the best
blood candidate as several of her grandparents had been
experimented on. This is probably why you have Cale's
attention.”

“So you're saying I'm Wonder
Woman to them? This seems so surreal….” Everyone agreed. I glanced
at Jett he seemed excited about the news and he should be there may
be a cure for him. I feel like I’m not even here, like I am in a
dream state. This made sense, though, Cale said he was traveling
every so often, but he wasn’t. I bet it coincides with when he gets
sick and the reason why he’s trying to get my blood from me, to try
and cure himself.

“There is one little last
thing I would like to mention” Sheila mumbled. “In one of the
journals written by Dr. Rewtnic at the very beginning of a book was
an unfinished entry ‘…
vehement acting as
demons.
This with the celestial angel
and a shaman should make them whole.’ If we can find the book that
precedes this book we may have a lot more information about Jett,
Cale and his cousin’s conditions.”

I had nothing to say to
that, if Cale or his cousin had the book we can’t find them and if
someone else has it who?

We met Declan and Rae at
Papa G’s Pizza, Declan raised his glass in a toast, “Here’s to
helping people in need and having fun in between.” Jett replied
“I'll toast to helping people, when we can.”

Everyone clinked glasses. I
hope they don't think I was going to be in charge of our crew
coordinating rescue parties in pursuit of my dreams. We got lucky
on where and when with this last one was but who knows what could
happen next time.

I saw Declan lean over to
Jett and started talking softly so I tuned in, “What's with your
mom going crazy over a bunch of dead animals at your house about?”
Jett stopped smiling as soon as he asked and replied “What?”
delayed and said “Who knows, I think we have a coyote or something
on our lot, probably had a baby or something.” He was grouchy after
that comment.

I wonder if my blood will
heal Jett?

Our parents took us camping this year for our
family trip; we were rented a cabin that my parent’s friends owned.
The property was large enough for a couple of tents so our parents
told us we could invite a couple friends, so of course I invited
Jett and Nic. Jett decided to bring Storm as he thought that Nic
and he should get together. I was hoping Nic would have found
someone by now, and I’m actually shocked that she and Topher didn't
start dating. I told Jett that Shelby may not like the idea and
that's when Jett told me they had broken up over spring break. I
hadn't even known. I hadn't really heard from Shelby as I thought
it was because she was busy, I feel like a terrible friend but
something I could fix.

The second morning of our
trip Jett woke up and immediately went to grope my pockets, looking
for a new note. I told him just once I wish he'd grope me because
he wanted to, not because he wanted to know if I had another dream.
He jokingly put both hands on my butt and then wouldn't leave me
alone. After breakfast, I had retrieved my note from my bag and
shoved it into my front pocket and Jett noticed it peeking out and
got instantly mad; I had a dream and was hiding it from him. We
were camping so I had no idea if I woke up at 3:17 or not so I
didn’t even know if this one was valid. I shoved it deeper into my
pocket and asked Storm and Nic to go with me to check on my mom and
dad fishing.

Jett got even madder. I
gave the note to Nic and asked her to put it in my bag when she was
done reading it.

When we got to their
fishing spot it was the usual scene, my brother and dad fishing
about 20 feet apart and my mom reading a book in her folding chair.
My mom didn't like to fish and truth be told neither did I. We hung
out a bit, Storm went over to help Kit re-bait his hook and Kit let
Storm cast his rod and in no time flat he had a bite, he gave it a
quick jerk and let Kit real it in. Nic went over to check it out
and held the net for them while they tried unhooking the fish. It
was a nice peaceful morning. It's funny how everyone acts in a
different place, different environment.

When we went home on Monday
evening I checked my bag for my note, and it wasn’t there. I
verified with Nic that she had put it in the front pocket of my
bag; she said she did it when no one was around, but it was
gone.

Jett’s parents own a cabin
by the lake in Michigan and I've never been there before, but I’d
seen pictures. I'm not sure if I dreamt about his cabin because we
were camping at the time or not. Nic and I had planned to go check
it out. We had a back story for our parents and we would take a bus
up to the cabin first thing Wednesday. I’m assuming Jett stole my
note and read it but I don’t plan on asking him about it because
I’m not talking to him. I didn't want him to read it because I was
still unsure of how valid my dreams really were and I wanted to
check this one out first, do a little recon with Nic.

It turned out that Nic
couldn't go; I almost didn't go by myself but then decided to at
the last minute. When I got to the cabin and I was pretty sure I
had the right one because of the tree in front and the brown siding
and brick red shutters. I walked around back, sure enough Jett's
car was parked in the carport, meaning he stole and read my note.
Being all by myself this trip had made me nervous so maybe Jett’s
company would be better if I can get over being mad at him. I
should have known he wouldn't be able to help himself from checking
out my note. He goes on and on about me trusting him and he
does this. Maybe I'm upset because there were some
‘
personal’
parts
I didn't want him reading. I was here and I wasn't about to leave
so I knocked on the door, wondering who else was with him. He
answered the door and said “I made lunch for us, are you hungry?”
He held the door open for me and slid my bag off my shoulder. I
said nothing to him as I passed by him and into the kitchen, I
could smell him, fresh air and soap, which made me feel at ease but
still mad. He had no shirt on just a dark rope necklace and shorts,
his skin was the color of a dark golden brown. I leaned up against
the counter and crossed my arms maintaining my staying mad
status.

He placed my bag in the
next room which looked like a family room. “What were you going to
do, break in our house?” Good point, I guess I would have been
trespassing if he hadn't come. I looked at him and squinted my eyes
“I brought a tent” I said coldly.

“Why did you even hide the
note from me” he asked in a neutral voice. “That's my personal
business and I wasn't about to share it with everyone at camp,
besides who do you think you are going through my things and
stealing it?”