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Dancing with death

It was a beautiful spring day, the sky was pitch black. Lightening frequently decorated it. The rain poured down in torrents around the university campus. Jeff looked around, he was soaked to the bone trying to protect his artworks from the offending rain. He looked at all the frat' houses. The darkest, furtherest one from the car park had to be his. He ran straight to it, it was farther away than it looked.

Σ λ δ

He looked at the house then at the card he had been handed.

Sigma lambda delta Σ λ δ.

Room 211.

L.Armstrong, J. Hardy.

Heads turned as the Jeff Hardy walked through the corridors, he was after all a very famous pro-wrestler that had abandoned his career to go to college. Jeff smiled at all the young college girls smiling and waving at him. He walked straight to the end of the corridor and looked up. 211. Jeff opened the door on a topless girl. He slammed the door shut, "oh my god I'm so sorry."

"If you were sorry you'd be standing outside and your eyes would still be in your head." She clearly wasn't bothered, "and you're in my room." The girl threw on a black T-shirt and turned around.

How dare she? He was Jeff Hardy.

"No this is my room! Me and this l. Armstrong person."

The girl stuck her hand out, "hi, I'm Lisseth Armstrong." She said pulling her hand away before he could shake it.

Suddenly something leapt at Jeff's leg, something with claws and teeth, he jumped around yelling and kicking.

"And this is my cat, Banshee." The black cat jumped onto a bed and into Lisseth's arms "she doesn't like you." Lisseth snarled.

It was now that Jeff looked into Lisseth's eyes and realized that they were exactly like Banshee's. One was brown and one was green. Then something brown and black covered Jeff's face, it had claws and teeth too! It bit into his neck and he felt a small tongue lapping at the blood, Jeff began to yell and jump around again.

"And that's Butcher my vampire bat. What she's doing means she's fairly indifferent towards you."

The tiny creature flew to a specially crafted perch beside one of the beds. The perch looked like it was fashioned from bleached bones. The bed obviously Lisseth's was made up of a black pillow, black under-sheet, red sheet and black duvet. At the foot of the bed was Banshee's cat basket, it appeared to be made of a large animal's ribcage with the interior sporting a purple satin cushion. The walls above Lisseth's bed were covered in posters of Albert Einstein, the periodic table and multiple conversion tables. There was also a small calendar over the headboard of Lisseth's bed.

"Good god! They're morgue photo's!" Jeff leaned in, he could barely believe his eyes.

Lisseth smiled and put Banshee down, "do you like them? I took them myself."

Jeff almost ran for the door, "you took the bodies?" he was nervously eyeing the bone perch and ribcage cat basket. Lisseth picked up a skull paperweight Jeff had failed to notice and heaved it at him. It hit him dead in the face (he, he).

"No drop-kick, I took the photo's, you know, with a camera?"

Blood was oozing from Jeff's neck, leg and nose but he didn't notice. He was mentally running through everything wrong with the picture in front of him.

He had been 'bunked up' with a girl. Although that was not necessarily the problem. He had been bunked up with this kind of girl. A gothic, science freak that obviously had no idea who he was. She had photos of dead bodies on her side of the room… That she had taken herself. And her eye's. GOOD GOD! What had happened there?!

He looked at his side of the room, the walls were bare, and the bed was bare. There were no photos, pictures or grisly artifacts. He suddenly realized that he was standing in the center of the room blood dripping onto the floor, artworks digging into his side and Lisseth looking at him, puzzlement written on her face. When Jeff snapped out of his trance she rudely pushed past him pausing at the door.

"Freak! Come on guys, let's go speak to the Dean."

Jeff heard a scuttling sound and looked down wide-eyed, realizing that both Butcher and Banshee were at his feet drinking his blood off the floor, Butcher took to the air and landed on Lisseth's chest while Banshee trotted to the door and leapt into Lisseth's arms. Jeff jumped when the door slammed and laughed to himself to hear all the doors in the frat house slamming as Lisseth and her freakish pets walked past.

"That's completely unfair, Dean Richards, he's a pig!"

The Dean massaged her forehead, "Miss Armstrong, there was no mix-up. I put you in the same room as Mr. Hardy because I consider you mature enough to deal with this superstar on campus as it were."

Lisseth looked at her with a pained look, "we both know that's a load of…"

BANG! The Dean slammed her hands down on the desk, "Miss Armstrong that's quite enough. If you don't like the arrangement. T.S! It's too late to change it now after the incident in your sorority house. You know why you were put in a frat house and you know that it was purposely done. Why don't you talk to him, he's majoring in art and English literature."

Lisseth rolled her eyes, "so he's one of the guys that fills his room with meaningless loads of crap while calling it art and quoting Jane Austin, I suppose?"

Dean Richards smiled sweetly, "that's right, now if you don't mind and even if you do, I have work to get on with… please leave." She added hastily when Lisseth did not budge. Lisseth tied back her waist length dull brown hair, reapplied her black lipstick and picked up her black cat.

"You haven't heard the last of this, Dean."

Glad to see the back of Lisseth, the Dean sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Argh!" she screamed.

Lisseth carelessly poked her head around the door frame, "anything wrong Dean?" she remarked casually. Dean Sue Richards was standing on her desk yelling and pointing at a small bat that was delighted at the noise and was more than pleased to join in.

"Ei ei ei ei." Butcher crooned happily. Lisseth strode in and gently picked her up and hung her from her belt. While she walked back to the dorm.

Jeff looked up from his freshly made bed, freshly hung posters and the book he was reading. All the doors in the corridor were slamming. She was back!

Lisseth flung open the door and steeped back. Jeff was on one knee his right hand outstretched to her, his left holding an old book.

"Avant there, mistress, comest thou in peace?" he smiled at her. He was obviously very pleased with himself.

"Are you high?" she charged past him and looked in horror at his side of the room. She met his eyes, "oh hell no!"

Jeff gestured to his wall and his bed, "doth these petty materials trouble thee, mistress?"

Instead of yelling and smashing his face in with some blunt object, Lisseth decided to beat him at his own game.

"Indeed sire, I am troubled by these hussies in coverings scant, the skin of beasts feline and the naming of one maiden, mistress."

Jeff stood mouth agape in shock.

She continued, "lest you continue in your quotation and again call the maiden, mistress. The booted bony thing with five toes on the end of her leg will soon connect sharply with the soft dangly collection of objects in your trousers."

Jeff again stood staring.

She leaned closer to him, "need a translation?" Jeff shook his head she gave him one anyway.

"Take down your porn posters, get rid of those tiger skin everythings and if you call me mistress one more time I will take one of my combat boots and I will kick you so hard in the balls that you'll be tasting them."

Jeff looked over his 'girlie' posters and his tiger print bed sheets, pillows and duvet.

"They are a little inappropriate aren't they?" he said weakly.

She nodded.

Jeff took down all but one poster and left only his duvet resembling some sort of animal. They sat in silence, Jeff on his bed reading an old book whose cover was so faded and torn that it looked like the book would fall apart in Jeff's hands. Lisseth was reading a book that looked as though it weighed at least 4 pounds, 'medical physics: made easy!' the cover screamed in big bold letters.

Jeff looked at his watch he had been here all of two hours and he had been: attacked by a cat, a bat and their owner, bunked up with a freaky girl, humiliated by her and shown who wore the pants in their room.

He tapped Lisseth on the shoulder, "sorry to bother you…"

"That's OK. I'm sorry you're alive." She didn't look up.

"Sorry to bother you but where's the Dean's office?"

"Next to the crypt and the crematorium."

Jeff gulped, "pardon?"

"I said next to the kitchens and the technician stations. What's wrong with you?"

Jeff was slightly confused so he left the room and wandered across the corridor to room 210.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

A kid in amateur wrestling tights opened the door, "this better be good! Hey you're Jeff Hardy! What can I do for you sir?"

Jeff laughed, "don't call me sir for a start, just Jeff. And could you tell me where the Dean's office is?"

The kid laughed but then his face turned deadly serious, "you got Lisseth didn't you? I don't blame you for wanting to change houses once you met her. Everyone in this fraternity tried to get a transfer once she moved in."

Jeff looked horrified, "I'm not trying to get a transfer I just want to know why there's a girl in the frat house and what her deal is."

"She's a freak that's all you really need to know but if you still want to see the Dean, she's next to the hospitality kitchens and the technician stations. I'm Scott by the way." The kid stuck his hand out in front of Jeff.

Jeff shook it heartily. "Thanks Scott I owe you one, man." Jeff walked away to find the Dean.

The dean was suspicious of Jeff's interest in lisseth. "What do you mean why is she there? Why are you so interested?"

'Mmm…the dean seems on edge', Jeff laughed to his self (he couldn't use that expression anymore without laughing).

"I'm sorry to question your authority dean but I was under the impression that girls lived in sorority houses and only guys lived in frat houses."

The dean relaxed, "so you haven't heard any of the rumors then?" she took a long drink of her tea before Jeff replied.

"Rumors? Like what? Oh god she's a dude isn't she? Not that there's anything wrong with dressing in women's clothing if you're a guy, but I thought… never mind I'll stop."

The dean laughed at Jeff, "no I'm pretty sure she's a 'chick' Mr. hardy. It's just that when Miss Armstrong lived in α θ Ф (alpha, pheta, fie) there were accidents."

Jeff leaned back from the table that dean Richards was looming over. "Accidents?" he sniffled.

"No, not accidents," the dean took another long drink of tea. Jeff almost melted with relief, thank god there was nothing wrong with his roommate.

"No," the dean continued, "fatalities are probably the word I'm looking for. You see every couple of weeks Miss Armstrong's room mates just died for no reason. Well, no reason she could give. Are you OK Mr. hardy?"

Jeff was hyperventilating, "yes I'm fine. But that's stopped right?" he squeaked.

"Oh yes since she moved into sigma, lambda, delta there hasn't been a single death or disappearance."

Again Jeff heaved a massive sigh of relief.

"Of course," the dean began again, "you're the first room mate that she's had since she moved in. Mr. hardy is you sure you're all right you look a little pale. And you're shaking. Maybe I shouldn't continue."

Jeff looked up in alarm, "there's more?" his voice was getting higher by the second.

"Oh yes," Dean Richards laughed, "I could write a very hefty book about all the strange happenings that go on around lisseth and her pets. But the weirdest stuff happens when she gets separated from them or when someone is mean to them. I've never witnessed so much bloodshed the last time someone yelled at her cat."

Jeff was weak at the knees and he was sitting so he interpreted that as a really bad sign. "Really?"

The dean laughed loudly, " no, not really."

Jeff looked at her funny, "what?"

"But people associated with her have gone missing rather mysteriously."

Jeff knew she was joking now "how many?"

"Alpha, pheta, fie."

Jeff stood up, "that wasn't my question. My question was…"

The dean rose to face him her voice sounded like thunder, "that's where you're wrong Mr. hardy I did answer your question. You asked how many people went missing and I told you alpha, pheta, fie. Mr. hardy the entire sorority house and all the people in it disappeared completely. Mr. hardy … Mr. hardy can you hear me?"

TBC