DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, LADIDAH, It's all LAURIE STOLARZ's

okey dokes. so i haven't written anything for a looooooong time, so bear with me. i just wanted to write this because i was bored, and i saw there was barely any stories for Blue is for Nightmares, and i think it's a wonderful series. so this takes place a year after stacey finds jacob, and she's still going to college, and amber is still her roommate. Uh....jacob is away in london for some reason i'll make up later on if i decide to continue this story. i'm going with the flow, making it up as i go, enjoy. blah, blah,blah....

AN UNEXPECTED CHANGE FOR THE WORSE

Ch.1

It's 4 A.M. and for some reason, I just can't face going to sleep. I shut my eyes, but they don't stay closed. Something's wrong and I know it. I was told that I should never ignore what my body is trying to tell me, but how can't I? Jacob's only been in London for about four hours, and I'm already freaking out. I tell myself that it's just the idea that he's far away, that he's not near me, which is so unnerving. No, no, it's not the fact that something terrible might happen to him.

Unless by some horrendous miracle that I have another nightmare, I shouldn't worry about it, right?

After twenty more minutes of trying to talk myself out of calling him, I sit up in my bed anyway, and turn on my night lamp. There something more to this, I know it. He's about 3 thousand miles away. We are 3 thousand miles apart. It's normal for me to miss him…but I know this something more. So I reach for my phone, my fingers already touching it's cool surface, when I hear it ring, so I pick it up.

"Hello?" I ask.

Who could possibly be calling at this hour? Maybe something's wrong. What if it's Jacob?

But all I hear on the other end is heavy breathing. I freeze. This can't be happening again. Then again, it could just be a prank. But what are the odds of that? I can't even remember the last time I even got a prank call, or some stupid note saying they were 'out to get me'. I haven't seen something like that since…high school?

"Stacey," he breathes. I begin to feel nervous, and my hand starts to shake.

No, this can't be my friends pulling a prank like this, it's not like them, and it's not funny.

"Who is this?"

"Who do you think?"

The voice is a bit scratchy, and the fact that he's breathing so heavily doesn't help at all. At the moment I had no idea who it was. My brain searched for any possible answers. But inside I already knew who it was, I knew the truth. I was just too afraid I knew who it was, because not only would it bring back old and painful memories, but it would create new ones as well. If I was right about whom this was—and I hope I am dead wrong—then, that would mean it was starting all over again.

"Stacey," he repeated louder this time.

"Tell me who you are!" I demanded.

I heard more breathing, so I hung up.

Right when I was about to dial Jacob's number, the phone rang again.

"What do want?" I shouted into the phone.

"He won't answer, Stacey." He told me.

At this point I hoped out of bed, and peeked out the window. He was watching me, I knew he was. This is how it always went.

What I didn't understand, is how, this time, I had no dreams as warning signs. I haven't had any nightmares ever since I found Jacob last year.

I put on my night robe and slippers, and decided to go ask the campus security guards if they could help me locate this 'prankster'. Amber was snoring in her bed, and I guessed she hadn't heard a single thing I said. That was a good thing. After finally just hanging up the phone, I slipped out of the room quietly, and walked down the dark halls to get the guards on the bottom floor.

I made it to the front desk, and I was surprised to find that no one was there. Then I heard the phone ring. It was a gray phone, one of those old one's with a cord, and the wheel you had to spin with your fingers. Talk about low tech. But I could also sense what was coming. Was it possible? I hesitated, but then finally picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

I heard the same breathing, and in shock, I dropped the phone. My hands were shaking as I picked up the phone hanging off the table by its cord, slowly bringing the receiver up to my ear.

"Stacey, I can see you." He breathed.

"What do you want?"

There was an ominous silence on the other end, and I felt my heart begin to race.

"Revenge."

The bottom lip trembled, and I ended up chocking the name out:

"Donovan?"

But then I feel the hot breath on my neck, I heard his heavy breathing…

"It's nice to see you again, Stacey."

The voice is right behind me.

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okay, feel free to post any comments, i do enjoy feedback...the story plot is very unclear right now, but i promise i'll come up with something cool.