MAJOR REVISION!! I realized what I had originally was really embarrasing! So I rewrote it and reposted! More to come soon! please review!

Songfic using the song 'Smooth Criminal' by Michael Jackson. If you haven't heard listen to it!

Chapter 1: 'You've Been Struck By A Smooth Criminal.'

Thump-thump,
Thump-thump,
Thump-thump,
Thump-thump . . .

Beads of sweat ran down her face and she pulled at the sheets she was laying on. The evil dreams that flooded her mind almost too much for her to bear. "No, don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone. Please, stop! No . . ." she whimpered, her hand going up to her throat and tugging at the scarf wrapped around it. "Stop. Don't come near me. No, don't!" she screamed. At this point she began thrashing about on her bed.

As he came into the window,
It was the sound of a crescendo.
He came into her apartment,
He left the bloodstains on the carpet.
She ran underneath the table,
He could see, she was unable.
So she ran into the bedroom,
She was struck down, it was her doom . . .

Then a man, Willie Loomis, walked into the room and saw the girl screaming and writhing on her bed. He rushed over to her side and grabbed her shoulders, "Annie! Annie, wake up! Please, Ann, wake up." he pleaded with his twin, gently shaking her shoulders.

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie?

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie? . . .

The woman, Annie Loomis, struggled for a minute before her eyes flew open, and she gazed at Willie, her face filled with fear.

"Annie, what happened?" Willie asked his sister

"I-I don' know. Jus' a dream I guess." She groaned and let her head fall back onto her pillow.

"Hey, you alright? You don' look too good." he said, feeling her cheeks and her forehead, "You feel warm too."

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie?

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie? . . .

"I feel sick. Really weak too."she replied

"I'm sorry, is there anything I can getcha?" Willie asked

Annie are you Ok?
Will you tell us that your Ok?

"No." Annie moaned, "Jus' close the winda', it's cold." she said, closing her eyes, and pulling the covers out from underneath her. She then slowly rolled over on her side and drew her knees in towards her chest.

Willie turned around and looked at open window strangely, "What were ya doin' with it open? It's freezin' out there." he exclaimed as he got up to close it

There's a sign in the window,
That he struck you, a crescendo, Annie . . .

But, as he made his way towards the window, a dark blotch on the tan carpet caught his eye. He looked down and knelt on the floor to see it better.

Concern crossed his features when he realized what the spot was . . . blood.

He came into your apartment,
Left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom,
You were struck down, it was your doom

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie? . . .

"Hey Ann, did you cut yerself at all taday?" Willie asked his sister. But the only response he received was a groan as Annie's body began to go into shivers. Willie got up from the floor and walked over to his sisters bedside. As he gently pulled her blankets up over her shoulder, she flinched and whimpered at his touch. "It's ok Annie, I ain't gonna hurtcha." he said softly bringing a chair over by the bedside. There was only one other person outside of himself that Willie cared about and that was his sister. As he sat down and gazed upon the sick girl, he said a silent prayer in his heart that she would be ok.

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie?

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie?

For about an hour all Annie did was shiver and mumble incoherently in her disturbed sleep, but soon she calmed down, and slept a little more peacefully

You've been hit by,
You've been hit by,
A Smooth Criminal . . .

About an hour and a half later . . .

Willie had just finished his second cup of coffee, and was about doze off when Annie began to stir. Willie sat up and scooted his chair closer to her bed. Annie's eyes slowly cracked open and she looked up at the bleary form above her. "Willie?" she asked in a soft, tired voice.

So they came into the Outway,
It was Sunday, what a black day . . .

"Yea Ann, it's me. How are ya?"

"Still weak and little tired but I don' feel as sick." she replied as she raised her hand to her neck and pulled just a little at the scarf around it.

Willie noticed, "Yer neck ok, Ann? Here lemme take this scarf off." he said, as he began to reach for her.

"No!" she cried, her hand shooting up to her neck.

Every time I try to find him,
He's leaving no clues left behind him . . .

"Annie! What's wrong? I'm not gonna hurtcha!" he said, "What're you hidin' unda there?"

"Nothin'! Jus' leave it alone! It's fine!" she shouted, glaring up at Willie.

"Not it's not. I saw blood on the carpet an' I see blood on that scarf now it's comin' off whether you like it or not." he told her forcefully

And they have no way of knowing,
Of the suspect, or what to expect . . .

Annie's mood then changed from anger to helplessness, "Please jus' go, it's fine. There ain't nothin' there!"

"Either way this thing's comin' off." he said, reaching his hands up to her neck and untying the scarf despite Annie's feeble attempts to push them away. When Willie finally got it off, he was shocked at what was on her neck. Two small puncture wounds.

Mouth to mouth resuscitation,
Sounding heartbeats, intimidations.

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie? . . .

"What happened to yer neck, Ann? Didja cut yerself or somethin'?"

"Please, jus' leave it, Willie. It's fi . . ." she paused mid-sentence and propped herself up on her elbows. Her face fell when she saw that it was dark outside, "No." she whispered, "No, no, no!" she exclaimed as she attempted to get out of the bed.

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie?

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie? . . .

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Yer not goin' anywhere." Willie said, placing a firm hand on her shoulder

"Willie, let go-a me! You don' undastand . . . he's gonna . . ." she was interrupted when the window shutters blew open and a large giant bat flew into the room and before the frightened twins eyes transformed into a man.

Annie are you Ok?
Will you tell us that your Ok?
There's a sign in the window,
That he struck you, a crescendo, Annie . . .

"Who are ya? Whadda ya want?" Willie asked the man, as he sat next to his sister and placed his arm in front of her protectively.

The man looked at Annie, "Well, it seems you have been true to your word, Annie. You haven't even told your own twin brother yet."

"Tol' me what? What's goin' on?!" Willie asked forcefully, looking over at his sister, than back the man.

He came into your apartment,
Left the bloodstains on the carpet
Then you ran into the bedroom,
You were struck down, it was your doom . . .

"Let's just say that, your sister will be working for me from now on. As will you, Willie." The man said, smiling evilly at the twin.

Willie couldn't take much more of this, "Who and what are you?"

Annie, are you ok?
So, Annie are you Ok?
Are you Ok, Annie? . . .

"My name is Collins. Barnabas Collins. As for what I am . . . You will find out soon enough."

You've been hit by,
You've been struck by,
A Smooth Criminal . . .

Thump-thump,
Thump-thump,
Thump-thump,
Thump-thump . . .