Déjà vu?

As always I own nothing and owe everything.

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I woke up and replayed the evening's events in my head. For someone who was always hoarding new things to keep from being bored, I'd stored enough up to last me for weeks. The people in Fangtasia, alone, were food for examination, to say nothing of the vampires.

I was still determinant not to call Bill again. He had disappointed me – nah! who am I kidding? He pissed me off. Calling me naïve and bossing me around.

I sighed and got out of bed I had to go to work today and I could hear Gran was up buzzing around in the kitchen. As I brushed through the door to go to the bathroom I noticed that I had forgotten to change the leaf on my word-of-the- day calendar. That was weird, I always remembered. Pulling the leaf off, I had a feeling that I had done that before and seen the word before. Word of the day was; Déjà vu. It made me feel uneasy I just stared at the word for a minute or five. I shook my head and went to the bathroom.

Washed, dried and dressed I felt happy and ready for the day looking forward to telling Gran about my experiences at Fangtaisa. The radio was playing and the news went on the moment I entered the kitchen and saw Gran wearing the same clothes as yesterday and having the same smear of flour on her cheek. Actually everything was like yesterday. The news even proclaimed that it was yesterday's date to day. I could feel my brows nit and listening in on Grans thoughts, a thing I usually never do, she thought of today as Friday, but yesterday was Friday I was sure.

'Gran what's the day to day? I think I'm a bit confused.' I confessed sitting down at the table. She told me that it was Friday and the date of yesterday.

'Are you okay Hon? If you are not feeling well you should cancel you date with Mr. Compton tonight.' She declared putting eggs and bacon down in front of me. What was going on? Gran never served the same breakfast to days in a row. Was I wrong about what happened yesterday? Did I dream up my visit to Fangtasia and picking up my paycheck? Gran chatted away and I knew exactly what she was going to say word for word. This was making me a bit nauseated. It was unnerving. I contemplated telling Gran but she would just get worried. I tuned out and concentrated on my food and as I cleared my plate I decided that I would act according to yesterday and see if the rest of the day played out exactly as I predicted.

Somehow I had traveled back in time and the first rule of time-travel is 'don't change anything', so I was determined to go about my day precisely as yesterday. I didn't want to mess anything up that's for sure. Pissing of the universe is not a good strategy.

'No I'm fine Gran just a bit confuse about the dates.'

The day went on and nothing changed. When it got time for me to get ready for my trip to Fangtasia with Bill I considered foregoing the white dress with the bright red flowers and put something less shiny on to fit in with the fangbangers and vampires at Fangtasa. But again the warning from all the books, series and films I had read or seen about time-travel always pressed the 'do not change the tiniest thing or you will be in trouble'. I dragged on the dress and damn I did look good in it.

Sam called for me to pick up my paycheck and I went to Merlotte's . It was really hard to remember how I reacted to every little detail yesterday but I did my best and so fare I didn't recognize any change in people's behavior so I hoped I got away with it. I went home to find Bills car parked in front of the house. The day's events had been pleasant and some of them bordering on plain boring living them through for the second time but meeting Bill after his behavior yesterday left me with a jumble of feelings and thoughts. Did I have it in me to go through the night and repeat the night before? I wasn't too sure about that. And what was this? Why did I go back in time?

Walking in meeting Bill sitting on the couch and watching and hearing his strange reaction to my dress again really hurt and irritated me. I really had tried my best. This was going to be a very exhausting night. I realized it was harder to deal with Bill than other people maybe because my feelings for him was so messed up after yesterday vol. 1.

On the road to Fangtasia I discovered that Kenny G to nights in a row was too much for me and I started to hum inside my head so not to get too antsy. Fangtasia looked exactly as expected and Bill said to the vampire at the door that he was mainstreaming and I again asked what he was telling her getting the same explanation. Boring as cardboard but also unnerving that I could not get any detail wrong. If I did, there would be hell to pay I was certain.

Inside Fangtasia I noticed allot of new details which I could relate to reading a book more than once. But I could not get too carried away it took a lot of concentration following my original path through the night. I did however glance in the direction of Pam and Eric. A lot of my feelings were changed and I wondered if that counted as changing the past? But I could not help the feelings, I was not as scared as before and Bill annoyed me even more than he did originally.

Later when I asked if Eric was mean Bill told me that all vampires was mean and that they all were very strong and very violent I still said 'not you' but in my head I was saying 'I mean strong' and mentally I put my tongue out at him. Childish I know.

I was beginning to think of the evening as a form of odd play where I had to play my part and don't miss any clues and don't mess up any lines.

Getting in front of Eric and Pam again going through the motions of Eric laughing at my feisty response - I liked his laugh I realized - and Bill squishing my arm hard I was beginning to feel very rebellious and I really needed this evening to come to an end.

The kiss on the drive home was still at great time for about five minutes. But this time along it really sat with me when he said;

'If you do that anymore. I'll have you whether you want to be had or not.' This time I got stuck on the 'whether you want to be had or not' it kept resonating in my head like a foreboding. We had the same awkward ending to the evening and as I crawled under my covers I was so exhausted that I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Yesterday vol. 2-6 was what I called it in my mind. Five days that was exactly the same – though I learnt new things every day - I was going insane, though. I played the part to perfection and nothing changed - I was stuck I limbo. I was slowly getting more and more fed up with Bill, hating eggs and bacon for breakfast and longing to wear something else than that damn white dress.

On the morning of the sixth repetition of the day I suddenly wondered were the past-me were at? In books and movies there was always a past-me in which to avoid so not to mess with the universe and timelines and stuff like that. Maybe this was not me going back to the past every morning but something else? I was so tired of reliving this day and combining this with my epiphany of the missing past-me I decided to try changing a few things and see if that would get me out of this recurring nightmare.

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