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Monsters Among Us

Chapter 4- Questions and Visions

Timmy fell into a fitful sleep that night. What Sanderson had said earlier that day was still stuck inside his mind. He rolled over onto his side, hugging the covers, trying to keep warm. Are you the one behind this, Sanderson? He asked himself mentally, squeezing his eyes shut.

He found himself in a strange room. The smell. He covered his nose, wishing for the smell of rotting flesh to go away. "We meet again."

His eyes widened upon hearing the female's voice. He took a few steps back as he looked up into her red eyes. "No reason to be afraid, young one," she spoke softly. "My name is Lady Awa."

He frowned, slowly calming himself down as he stood a few inches away from her. "You killed Mr. Crocker," He accused, pointing a finger at her.

"He was bothering you, was he not?"

"That's not the point! You didn't have to kill him! Everyone thinks I did it now!"

Awa frowned, not liking the attitude the young boy was giving her. "Ah, yes, that was a slight mistake I made. But his blood tasted so refreshing once it was done," she murmured, licking her lips.

Timmy winced slightly, looking away from her. "Why am I here?"

The Vampire Countess shook her head, a slight smile on her face. "Just so you know that you are in no real danger, young one."

Timmy's eyes snapped open as he sat up in bed, unable to believe what he just dreamt. If he wasn't in any real danger, did that mean everyone else around him was? He shook his head, trying to clear it. His nose twitched slightly, the smell of rotting flesh still fresh in his mind. The teen stood up and walked over to the window, opening it just a little to let some fresh air in. He closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet smell of the cool night air.

To think he was going back to sleep just to what...come face to face with another one of the monsters? A frown appeared across his face as he looked down into the Dinkleburg's yard. The lights in the house were all off except for the front porch light. He squinted his eyes slightly, leaning over the window sill as he spotted a mummy-like figure approach the door, red smoke following behind him.

"What the--?" He mumbled to himself, leaning into get a closer look. It couldn't be another one of the monsters, could it? He watched with curiousity as Dinkleburg opened the door, his eyes wideneing as he heard a sudden scream. He squeezed his eyes shut as he turned away from the window, walking back to his bed on shaking legs. "First Mr. Crocker, now Dinkleburg? Who's next?" he whispered to himself, keeping his eyes closed.

An image of Cosmo flashed into his mind. Behind him, the screaming Vampire countess lady he'd run into earlier. "N-No! Not Cosmo.." Not the person most precious to him. They couldn't take him away. He'd be forever lost without his love...his guardian.

"Cosmo! Cosmo, no!"

Timmy's soft whimpers had awoken the green haired fairy from his peaceful sleep inside the fishbowl. "Timmy?" He appeared at his godchild's side, holding him by the shoulders. "Tim, wake up, it's me!"

"Cosmo!" Sapphire blue eyes snapped open, wide and startled as they stared up into concerned emerald eyes. "Cosmo," he whimpered softly, wrapping his arms around his godfather's waist, burying his face against his chest.

Cosmo frowned, holding the shaking teen close to him. He rubbed his back gently, rocking him back and forth as though soothing him to sleep. Timmy, what's gotten into you? Maybe Wanda was right. I'll make an appointment with Dr. Ripstudwell tomorrow. We'll get to the bottom of this, Tim. He assured himself mentally that everything was going to be okay as he ran his fingers through Timmy's hair.

Little did he know, things would be worse the next day.

"Come on, Timmy! It won't be that bad! You've seen him before!" Cosmo urged the teen who was glaring at him. He silently wished for a smile to appear on his face right about now. Seeing Timmy upset like this only caused the crying Poof in Cosmo's arms to cry harder.

"Yeah, once! And remember? Anti-Cosmo disguised himself as the doctor. I hate doctors anyway, you know that!" he growled lowly, crossing his arms.

The green-haired fairy sighed heavily as he slumped down to the floor, resting his back against the bed. He started making tired baby noises in Poof's direction, trying to calm him down. "Sorry, Poof, please, calm down," he whispered, rubbing his left eye before poofing a bottle in his free hand.

Timmy watched his godfather, a slight guilty feeling forming in the pit of his stomach. He uncrossed his arms, slowly walking over to his fairy's tired form. He smiled softly at the now sleeping Poof before turning his gaze to Cosmo's. For a moment, he nearly got lost gazing into those perfect emerald eyes of his. He quickly shook it off, leaning over to give his cheek a soft kiss. "Sorry, Cos," he whispered, leaning against him, resting his head against his shoulder.

"It's okay, Timmy. I forgot you hated doctors."

"Well, maybe I could give it a try this once..for you.."

A wide smile appeared across Cosmo's face as he held up his wand. "Really, Timmy?!" Timmy watched as Cosmo waved his wand, opening his mouth to protest, but it was too late. They had already appeared in the waiting room outside Dr. Ripstudwell's office.

The receptionist stared at them for a moment before speaking. "Cosmo Cosma? I don't have you down for an appointment."

Cosmo shook his head, gesturing towards Timmy. "What? Oh, yes, Timmy Turner. A Miss Wanda called earlier about you. You may go inside." She gave him a warm smile.

Timmy swallowed hard, forcing a weak smile back at the receptionist. He paused slighty by the door, the bad feeling returning to the pit of his stomach. He didn't want to disappoint Cosmo or upset Poof. He glanced over at his godfather who wore an encouraging smile on his face. "I'll be right out here when you're done, Timmy," he spoke softly, kissing the teen's lips gently before floating over to a chair.

Dr. Ripstudwell gave him a warm smile as Timmy entered the room. "Ah, yes, Timmy Turner. It's been quite some time since we last saw each other, hasn't it?" His smile grew as he motioned for the boy to take a seat. "When was it...the day baby Poof was born? Or could it have been just yesterday?"

Timmy breathed in sharply at the last suggestion. "You didn't see me yesterday! That was--" he was cut off just as the Pixie took the shape of Dr. Ripstudwell. "YOU!!"

Sanderson smiled calmly, a sort of gleeful gleam in his eyes as he looked down at the startled boy. "So, my little comquate. You said you would never see me, hmm? And what do we have here, a little bit of a backfire in your plan?"

He frowned, sitting back down in the chair. He had a feeling something like this would happen. "What do you want with me?"

"I want to help. Is that bad?" Sanderson grinned, sitting across from Timmy on the desk. "I'm concerned about you."

Timmy rolled his eyes. Oh, please.. he shook his head, crossing his arms. "Let me ask you something then."

The pixie arched an eyebrow at this. "Shoot."

"Are you the one behind these attacks? Did you send those monsters out to haunt me or something?"

Sanderson frowned, crossing his arms this time. "What monsters? And that was two questions."

He didn't know about the monsters? Timmy stared at him, his eyes wide with disbelief. "So, you're not the one sending them out to kill others?"

"I have no idea as to what you're talking about, kid. I haven't seen any "monsters" lately nor would I send anyone else out to do my job. I work alone. All I've seen lately is you freaking out over stuff."

Timmy sat back in his seat, letting all of this information sink in. So, was he the only one seeing these creatures? Maybe Mr. Crocker was right. Maybe he was just a teensy bit delusional. But why him? You're wrong. Sanderson is hiding something, but not us. Timmy's eyes widened as he heard Lady Awa's voice once more. He saw the figure slowly appear behind the Pixie and did the one thing he'd never thought he would do before.

Sanderson let out a slightly startled cry as he was pushed down to the ground by the boy, Timmy, himself, landing on top of him. "What the bloody hell is your problem, Turner?" he growled, trying to push the boy away.

"There was--" Timmy raised his eyes to the spot where the Vampire Countess had stood, yet she had already disappeared. He sighed heavily, resting himself ontop of the pixie, a defeated look on his face. "Nevermind."

The pixie arched an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face as he lifted his head to near the boy's ear. "Wouldn't want Cosmo to catch us in a spot like this, now would we?" he spoke softly, brushing his lips against his ear.

Almost instantly, Timmy jumped up, a slight look between embarassed and anger shown on his face. "Whatever. Are we done?"

"I suppose so for now. We'll talk more another day." He grinned, pinging himself out of the room.

Timmy left the room as well, just as the real Dr. Ripstudwell had awoken from his 'dream-state' trance. He blinked twice, looking around at the empty office room. "What just happened?"

TBC!!