It was eerily quiet. Callas was still wide awake as she looked over to her left towards Jacob, to make sure he was still there. He had his left arm covering his face, his lips were ever-so-slightly parted and his right arm was over his chest. She didn't think that he was very comfortable like that, but he seemed to be okay. Unluckily for her, she wasn't like Jacob, she couldn't sleep. Her mind was beginning to play tricks on her, she felt like she was losing her mind. To make matters worse, her brain was tricking her into believing every sound she heard was real because someone or something was in the room with her. It felt like her heart was hammering through her head, she couldn't deal with it. She definitely couldn't sleep through it.

Every little thing made her jump. The wind, that made the shutters outside smack against the house, made her feel as though her heart stopped beating, her mind was making her believe someone was outside her window. The heavy wind and rain made her panic even more as it picked up and got louder and louder with each second passing as if someone—or something—was out there. It was an old house, so the floorboards were bound to creak, some of the foundations in the extension of the house were bound to move, settling into place with loud groaning noises. Callas brought the blanket up to her chin, hoping, that somehow by doing so, that it would protect her. Although she was never really sure how it could protect her if someone or something was really out there.

The sound of small scratches made her squeeze her eyes shut. It was almost beginning to become painful to keep them closed. It was like something was whispering directly in her ear, telling her to get up and go open the window. The voice wasn't malicious, or in any means 'evil', but the thought that there was a possibility that something—or another spectre of some kind—was out there, made Callas's skin crawl. She couldn't control her own body. It terrified her. All she could do was watch as her body pushed some of the covers back, her feet touched the wooden floorboards softly before she began to move towards the window. Every rational part of her brain screamed at her to go back and stay with Jacob, where it was safe, but the dark part of her mind ignored it, completely taking over.

Her hands shook, her heart raced and her breathing was definitely uneven. She, unwillingly, pulled back the curtains, it was completely dark, apart from a pair of deep ochre red eyes. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run away, she wanted to close the curtains. But none of those things happened. In the darkness, she couldn't see the face of the one with the deep red eyes, but, in some reflection of the moon's rays, she could see the faint outline of sharp white teeth, just like the tall man—or revenant—in her dreams—or nightmares. A white—almost translucent—hand fiddled with the lock, something told her to open it, but she kept mumbling no. Or at least in her mind, she did. The hand shook on the lock even harder. Tears rolled down her face as a voice in her mind screamed at her to open it.

Just like her nightmares, the tall phantom man made her blood run cold. She would always dream that when she opened the window, he would bite her with his inhumanly sharp, white teeth, draining her of her blood. Leaving her as nothing but an empty shell of what she once was, an innocent victim afflicted by nightmares and horrible vivid dreams of the ghastly figure. Like something out of a horror movie. But with the bite came an unimaginable pain, it was like every single bone in her body broke, splintering off, shards of bones would pierce her skin from the inside, stabbing her organs, ripping her open from the inside out. A violent and harsh burning sensation from some sort of chemical, like hydrofluoric acid, would course through her veins, a fire running through her entire body like a burning inferno, licking at her skin.

Her skin around the bite would blister and burn, bubbling with the poison on the tips of his teeth, as the rest of her blood churned and pooled out vigorously around her dying corpse. He would just watch with a sadistic grin on his face as he stood looming over her, watching her as she was slowly and painfully dying on the ground. She would emit a scream so loud that it would smash the glass in the room, causing a ringing sound in her ears. Almost like a banshee wailing. Her lungs would be reduced to ashes as they burned after they felt like they were deflating and inflating rapidly to the point where they would burst. Her eyes would feel so excruciatingly painful that she'd want to claw them out before her eyesight was completely taken away from her.

But she kept shaking her head. She didn't want to let it in. The red eyes never left her own, they were watching her the entire time. Just watching. Just waiting. They came closer, she could see dark hair and a pale face. She just wanted the nightmare to be over. Then, suddenly, it was. Everything felt calm, she felt like she wasn't in danger. The mouth of the Wight kept moving like it was talking to her, but she couldn't hear anything. Soon she felt like she was in a trance. Her own hand went to the lock, slowly turning it to unlock the latch, but a warm hand stopped her, pulling her away from the window slightly.

"Cal?" It was Jacob. Callas blinked and looked at him, confused. "What are you doing? It's two in the morning," his voice was croaky and deep as he yawned out.

"I don't know..." She shook her head.

"Why are you up?"

"I don't know..."

"Why were you about to open the window? It's already cold in here."

"I don't know..." Her voice sounded pained. "It told me to."

"What?"

"I don't know why..."

Jacob gave her an odd look, but he didn't say anything else. He placed his hands on her shoulders, guiding her back to the bed. He made sure that she was under the covers, her head laying on the pillow, before he went back around to his side, facing her. She rolled over to face him, her cheeks still damp. Jacob gave her a warm smile, lifting the blanket up a bit to let her move closer to him, he lowered the blanket and let her lay her head on his chest, his hand on her back with his thumb rubbing against the material of her shirt soothingly.

Soon enough they both went back to sleep. Jacobs soft snores filled the room, his body kept Callas warm as she tried to keep herself asleep. But the sound of the latch clicking made her eyes open widely, she didn't want to move to see what was there, she was too scared to move. Jacob continued to sleep, she wished she was able to do that. She just wanted to have one good night's sleep before school, but clearly, that was asking for too much. The cold air brushed against her arm as the sound of the window moving up made her blood run still.

"Jacob," Callas whispered.

She got no response. She poked his side with her cold fingers but even that didn't wake him up. She could feel her pulse all around her body, her veins were pushing blood around her body quickly, her mind was racing and she wasn't able to make it stop. Callas tilted her head to look up at Jacob, carefully. His lips were parted again as he snored softly. The sounds by the window had stopped, but that didn't mean Callas was able to go to sleep. She poked his side again.

"Jacob," her voice barely came out. "Jake?"

He let out a groan. "Yeah?"

"I heard something."

"I'll try to keep quiet." She shook her head.

"No, the window," she whispered again.

Jacob rubbed his eyes and looked at her, he could somehow see the bags under her eyes. "Okay, I'll check." He nodded.

Jacob carefully removed the blanket off his body, trudging his way over to the window. Callas looked over, the blanket up to her chin. She watched as Jacob turned back to look at her, pulling open the curtains that he had closed the last time they were up. He looked back to her with his eyebrows furrowed. When he didn't say anything, Callas got up and walked over there. The window had been opened. Jacob closed it, locking the latch, making sure it would stay locked. Callas looked over at the tree line.

"There!" She whispered as she pointed to the figure moving to the tree line. "Look." Jacob looked over to where she was pointing.

"I don't see anything." He shook his head.

"It was right there."

"What did it look like?"

"I don't know, someone's leg."

Jacob glanced at her. "A leg? You sure?"

"I swear I saw a leg, Jake."

"Human or...?"

"Human, I think." She looked at him sadly. "You don't believe me, do you?"

"What? Of course, I believe you. You wouldn't lie about this, you definitely wouldn't fake being scared." He closed the curtains.

"I'm going out of my mind."

He shook his head. "No, you're not."

More tears rolled down her cheeks. It pained Jacob to see her like that. "I'm scared," she whispered.

Jacob said nothing as he pulled her into a hug, trapping her body against his. He could feel her body shake, in both fear and with tears. This was not what Jacob was expecting when he agreed to stay over. He rested his head on top of hers, rubbing her back soothingly, holding her tightly. He couldn't blame her for being so freaked out, he couldn't explain what was going on either, he wanted to tell her that it was nothing, but then she would think she was going insane. He knew that she wasn't going insane at all.

The window was locked, at least that's what Jacob hoped as he pulled Callas back to bed. Hopefully, they could get some more sleep in before they had to be up for school. It was strange, Jacob couldn't understand what she meant when she said 'it told me to' but he knew it couldn't have been good. He wrapped an arm around her waist. He made sure she was the first to fall asleep before he let himself sleep, just to be sure. It was three in the morning, so they still had a couple of hours before Callas would be up and getting ready to leave for school.

Jacob wanted to sleep past Callas's alarm when it jolted him awake, but he knew he was up for good. He kept his eyes closed and his body resting in her bed as she picked out her clothes and made her way into her bathroom to get ready. It was Wednesday, which meant that Callas had the first two lessons before Jacob 'would be in school', but it at least gave him time to have a proper shower and to get dressed, maybe stop at his house on the way over. When Callas walked out, washed and dressed for the day, she made sure to be quiet, not knowing if Jacob was awake or not.

He thought it would be better to allow her to think he was still asleep. So, that's what he did. With his eyes still shut, his mouth open, and undetectable fake snores, Callas walked out of the room, closing the door carefully not to 'wake' him, before she made her way downstairs. He could easily hear them all talking downstairs in the kitchen, but he made sure to wait until he knew Callas and Reed were gone before he got up, washed and dressed, then made his way downstairs. It wasn't strange when he walked downstairs to see Anya had left breakfast out for him. He just hoped Callas wasn't dwelling on the events of that night.