If you want to find your middle, you have to be aware of your boundaries first.

So here I go, searching. Only to find nothing. How am I going to be of any use around here if I don’t know how far I can go and how far I must never go? Up to now all the consequences I had to face were involuntarily. They were someone losing control over themselves. Never has someone let me hit a wall intentionally up to now. Very confusing.

On top of that I keep having those dreams. Not – real dreams. Nightmares rather. And I have them while I’m awake. I know it’s not some sort of vision. It’s just images I get. Ideas. Thoughts I can’t shake off.

The night is pitch black. New moon. I can hear a horse whiney nearby, knowing that there must be two of them. Dee should be around somewhere, but I can’t see her. Even the gift of sight isn’t helping much. It barely keeps me from stumbling over my own feet.
Somewhere nearby I hear heavy footfall. Still, no matter where I look or how much I sharpen my sight, I can’t find the possible source. At least I know that this can’t be Jason. He doesn’t walk that way. And he would take better care not to be heard if he doesn’t want to be seen.
“Nate?” Dee’s voice. Only I can’t see her either. I can’t even make out the direction she’s calling from. What the fuck. I can always do that!
A shot is fired. I halfway expect to hear Dee screaming. But there’s not a sound from her. Only a short, stabbing pain in my chest that I first mistake for a sense of loss. Then I realize I’m down on my knees for no apparent reason. Another shot. I’m thrown over. The only thought that crosses my mind is: Who’s stupid enough to try and kill a vampire by shooting at him?
I’m trying to blink the darkness away. Doesn’t work though. The distinct scent of wood tingles my nose. Now that should work better. Only I still can’t see anyone nearby.
Next thing I know I can’t move anymore…