Uh.. Yeah.. WARNING. Bio hazard in that Nerissa.. Well, I'm much more AU in Nerissa than Phobos - it's more of my own storyline, basically about 90% own version and.. Yeah.. It's M-rated for a reason.

Nerissa felt fire, as she watched the child sleep. She'd been watching for hours. Blocked out. "Wake up Will.."

The little girl slept on, as she had for hours, but Nerissa felt an impatience setting in, and waved two fingers in a more leisurely fashion than she felt, as the numbers on the clock went blank and the radio began to buzz. Louder. Louder. "Mmngn.."

Louder. Clearer. #..Fz.. This is Heatherfield FM.. Early morning.. Fzzz.. Good morning! ..Fzz..#

"Shut uuup.." The little girl whimpered, and the clock almost obliged, but Nerissa frowned; preventing it. Louder. Louder. Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP! "I'm up! ..Stupid alarm clock, I'll- It's four AM!"

"Don't be lazy. Get up, you little.." It was time to go. If Will refused to bow to dreams, then she would bow to the daylight itself.

...

"Jesus.. Fucking.." Will slid bare feet onto the icy surface of the bedroom carpet, and pushed herself to sit.. She felt a lot better, now, and found that the faulty alarm clock had done her good to wake her up; the only tiredness being of usual fatigue: the wishfulness that morning was far more distant than reality proved, though she stood anyway and rearranged her hair, pushing it back - her eyes instantly catching the snow outside. Thicker now.. A solid layer had quilted her windowsill from the outside.

Will stretched her arms out, as she left the room, and a wave of icy cold froze her over when the bathroom door welcomed her with a gust of frosty air that told her the window had been left open. And she grimaced, pushing into the bitter room, and blinking away the chills of the winter night she'd awoken into. "Will.."

"Hu-" Will shook her head, and pushed forward, as the whispers of her dream called to her; probably looking for her to return to her bed, but she was too cold now. "Stupid mother, leaving the window-"

"Listen to me." Will paused, swallowing slightly, but pushed herself up to stand on the toilet-seat; leaning over to reach the window and thanking God that no one was here to see her; in pink, brushed cotton pajamas, because her mother had left her laundry undone. You're a grown girl Will. Do your own laundry Will. "Listen!"

"You're not real.." Will mumbled out tired words; slipping down to sit, but.. CRACK! Will stood alert, because the window had shattered, and she shivered as the icy cold air rushed in.

...

"Clumsy girl. Baby. You listen to me." Nerissa frowned; her dying skin crawling at the impervious innocence; the ignorance that youth bestowed. This child was a mess. Halfway looking like a boy, Nerissa had been beautiful. She knew; no one had ever told her different. She had been near perfection, when people described her. But Will's soft brown eyes - the muddy colour was the closest thing to a compliment to her impish face - seemed fixed to the crack and Nerissa knew that the child could hear her. "If you don't listen.."

"Jesus, like I need another thing to-" Tension grasped her, and Nerissa snarled as the pixie cried out; Nerissa's hand fisting and pulling, as Will's arm forced itself outwith the girl's control. "Wha-"

The next follows, was a sharp scream, but Nerissa continued to draw clawing long nails over the icy snow that ignored the lava-fire. And blood lit that snow; colouring white with soaking drops, and Nerissa turned out the screaming in the mind; only watching in the eyes of a ghost, as she scrabbled for nothing, that was slicing her skin. Served her right. Should have listened. "Tsk, tsk.. What will your mother say..?"

Sludged brown lit with uncertainty, and Nerissa smirked. So she could hear now.. Nerissa dug her nails into the snow. Dug her nails right into the earth below, and revealed where teeth had rotten out as she grinned at the baby, who'd writhed and caved to the floor; her arm still agilely permanent in the air; blood still gushing up. "NO! GET OFF OF ME! PLEASE!"

"She'll send you away.." Nerissa smirked at the fear. Impressing herself as she lifted her hand; soaking fingers dribbling with thick maroon. "Are you dreaming now, little baby?"