Wednesday, February 11th.

9:45 PM. The evening of the Full Moon.

Abbie is more the type to read on her phone than to pick up a book, but you have to hold one in your hands every now and then to really feel like a reader. It's also good to read books so that when people ask you what you read you don't answer with a fanfic title. So she's sitting on her bed in a tee shirt and her underwear reading a YA novel, of course, when her phone vibrates on the antique nightstand beside her.

She doesn’t answer it. The chapter is almost over and her other hand is already holding her warm mug of tea that reads 'Witch's Brew'.

Her phone vibrates again on the nightstand. Once and then twice. She's thinking about answering it and then it starts to ring. Mild irritation fills her freckled face and the book goes down. Her phone is in her hands, silent.

1 missed call.

4 unread messages.

Max:

Abbie, I need your help.

Max:

Can Prana Vampires have prophetic dreams?

Max:

I'm worried about Narhi.

Max:

He's not answering his phone.

Abbie sighs aggressively and puts her mug down. "I swear these damn lunatics. Freaking werewolves and vampires and the freaking full moon." She's about to dial again when her phone rings and she reflexively swipes the green bubble. "Max?"

"Abbie, I had a weird dream and I know it sounds dumb but I think something is wrong!" He sounds frantic and… a little groggy?"

"Did you just wake up?" She's a little distracted by that. "How early do you go to sleep?" She says in a really judgy way.

"I've… I've been sick." Max answers, a bit defensively.

"Sick like how?"

"I-I don't know. Like... a fever. A-and weird dreams… and, but, this one is different!"

"That's weird… that can't be from the imprinting…" She mumbles to herself and Max doesn't quite catch it.

"What?"

"Nothing. Listen, Narhi's fine. It's the Full Moon tonight. He's probably not answering because he doesn't have opposable thumbs."

"Oh..." Max says dumbly. He sounds unsure and unconvinced.

"So, what happened in your dream, like tell me details you remember clearly." She says, and Max pauses for a minute like he's struggling with something. "Chop, chop, man."

"S-sorry. It's... hard to explain. But we were meeting… l-like we planned. But Narhi was missing. Then I was in the woods and it was like I…" He's starting to sound panicky and Abbie sighs away from the phone.

"Max." She says in a soft tone. "You have to tell me."

"It was like I was… hunting him. And he was… he was a wolf, but I know it was him and I… I think he..."

"Okay, listen to me, Max." Abbie interrupts. Her voice is serious and Max can hear the rustling of her putting her pants on and then her boots. "I need you to repeat these words. We don't have a lot of time. Okay?"

"O-okay!"

"Abigail Leaumont, I invite you to my home."

“A-abi-”

“With conviction, Max!”

“Abigail Leaumont, I invite you to my home!”

"Je suis en route." She responds and the line goes dead.

Max looks at his phone in confusion and, if we're being honest, mild frustration. "Abbie?"

"I'm here!" Abbie's distorted voice echoes in sing-song through the room as a glittery black smoke comes seeping through the window. Out of the cloud steps Abbie's knee-high boots and Max watches, only slightly absolutely freaked out, as she finishes tying up her dreads in a surprisingly neat bun.

"Wh-what?"

"Magic, chéri." She answers. "Now stay still." Abbie reaches in a small purple sack hanging from a beaded string around her waist and pulls out a tiny jar of gray sparkling powder, like ash mixed with glitter, emptying it into her hand. "Voir bien." Max doesn't have time to ask what she's doing or saying before she blows the powder right into his face.

He can't help but yell a bit, more in shock than anything, because it doesn't hurt much besides the soreness in his already sleepy eyes. Then Abbie is holding his face in her hands and saying something in strange-sounding French. Though he obviously doesn't understand at first, the words start to sound clear to him.

"Reveal to me what magic runs through your veins. If visions are foggy, make them clear. If the heart falters, make it sound. If the mind is locked, then it is my will that it is opened."

Max stands in a trance, charcoal-colored eyes locked on golden ones. He sees his dream in a moment and then the faces of his parents and then faces he doesn't recognize. Then Narhi.

Then blood.

Then the beasts bright yellow eyes burn into Abbie's mind and she removes her hands as he crumples to his hands and knees. She places a hand on her head, a bit dizzy and mulls over what she’s just seen.

"Wh-what… why?" Max is lightweight freaking out and Abbie reaches in her bag and pulls out another jar. This powder is a deep green color, with much less glitter and Max finds himself calming down and regaining his senses as it falls liberally on top of him. There's a freckled hand in front of him, not much lighter than his own.

"Sorry, explaining would've taken too much time and I had to make sure."

"M-make sure of what?" He grabs onto her hand and shakily stands.

"Okay, love, listen to me carefully. Because this is important and we gotta go." She looks serious which doesn't suit her, and Max nods. "When supernatural people are born from two different kinds of supernatural parents, the 'magical gene'," She says it with air quotes like it's a stupid thing to say, "if you will, is passed down by only one parent. That's why there are no crazy hybrids running around."

"O-okay."

"And why there are no half-supernatural people."

"Um…"

"I'm telling you this because Prana Vampires don’t get sick. They don't have visions and they don't have prophetic dreams." She puts a steady hand on his shoulders. "But what you had was for sure prophetic so whatever you really are obviously does those things. And I need you to not freak out, but Narhi is in serious danger right now."

"You said he was fine!" Max grabs onto his shirt and nervously fumbles.

"Well, I thought you were a leech! Not some kind of freaking psychic!"

“W-what do we do?”

“Where’s the Sheriff? Have you said anything to her?”

“Keelie’s gone. She... only came home f-for dinner. I-I tried calling her but she didn’t answer. I didn’t want to freak her out.”

“Okay. That’s probably for the best because we’re about to do something dangerous she would definitely try to stop us.”

“What are we going to do?”

Abbie smiles a bit devilishly. “We’re going hunting, chéri.”