Chapter 6:The Awakening Part 1

Warnings: Same as always


Timmy Turners hospital room was quiet except for the branches of the near by trees scrapping against the window and the occasional bubbles that popped inside the fish bowl beside the bed. It was midnight in the vicinity. The darkness of the night covered everything, leaving no light except for the glow of the crescent moon that fell upon the sleeping figure in the bed. Timmy slept peacefully as he had for quite some time. His slow steady breathing could barely be heard while you would hear the slight snores from his gold fish.

Anyone looking down at Timmy would say that he looked at peace. His entire body was relaxed as it had never been for the past weeks. His head was buried in the pillow enjoying the feather like warmth. His body was covered by newly washed white sheets, his hands clutching at them, feeling it's soft texture. One would also see that a single foot had been kicked out from underneath the sheets, something he used to do when he was a child.

Anyone standing in the room would've noticed all these things and more, but soon they would've felt the temperature in the room drop a good 20 degrees and would see the innocent figure lying in bed shiver and pull the covers closer to him. As quickly as the temperature changed, a cloaked figure walked from the shadows on the walls and came to stand near the edge of the bed looking down.

A gloved hand slowly rose and descended onto the soft burnette hair of the young teen and slowly began stroking it with gentle motions. The other hand made it's way to the person's hood and slowly pulled it down.

When the hood was pulled down all the way, long flowing black hair fell down, almost touching the ground. His almost white skin glowed in the moonlight. His eyes were so dark that one would say the color was black itself and longs bangs fell into his face, dangling over the snake like eyes.

"What a pleasant surprise" said the man in a dark husky voice that echoed in the quiet room. "My would-be enemy is a beautiful young man."

The hand stroking the burnette hair gently cupped the warm cheek of the boy. Through the glove, the over sensitive nerves on the hand felt the smooth and warm skin. He lowered his upper body to where the face of the boy was met with his own. His cold lips pressed against the warm forehead softly. He heard the young one murmur in his sleep a little as he pulled back slightly taking in every detail of the boys face.

"Timmy Turner..." he whispered into the dark surrounding them. "Dear, lovely boy. You have enemies, you know, enemies with no appreciation of beauty such as yours." He placed another soft kiss upon the forehead and heard a faint whisper from the boys mouth "...Cosmo."

At the mention of that name the man grew angry and had to use every bit of his self control in order to not get in a rage and destroy the hospital room. But soon his anger simmered down as he looked down at the peaceful face. Timmy really was beautiful in his own sense. His chocolate hair shone in the light. His skin was kinda pale, but not too much. He had heard rumours that the boy had deep sapphire eyes. Oh how he wanted to see those eyes looking at him.

"In a sense...I don't want to do this" he said while slowly pulling out a long dagger that gleamed from the moonlight out from his cloak. "But it must be done..." he leveled the dagger right above the beautiful face "For your sake..." he tightened his grip on the black handle "And for mine..." and plunged it downward...

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Flashback:7 years ago:Dimmsdale Cemetery

"I don't understand..." Timmy cried silently as he lay upon his uncles grave. Tears ran down his face in huge numbers. No one else was around. He had escaped Vicky for the first time and had come here. She had been about to torture him but he escaped and had ran out of his house. For only being 9 years old he knew the city pretty well, also knowing that the cemetery, where his uncle was buried, was just a few blocks from his house.

His uncles last words rung in his 9 year old mind but no matter how much thought he put to it he just couldn't understand it...

"To love is to sacrifice..."

The image of his uncle lying in the hospital bed with the tubes and machines around him beeping, with his cold lifeless body being examined by the doctors, made his heart tear once again. For months now Timmy would lock himself in his bedroom ignoring the calls from his parents and Vicky. He would lay in his bed crying, drowning himself in tears and misery. Sometimes he would have nightmares and those only made him cry harder when he woke up.

His parents actually got worried one time when they heard him screaming his lungs out yelling that he didn't understand. He had locked his door so they couldn't get in, so all they did was stand by his door all through the night listening to his screams and yells of agony. In the morning he had awoken to find his throat was very sore, dry and hoarse from all his screaming. He had opened his door to find his parents asleep on the floor next to each other near the door.

His parents had taken him to the hospital to check out his throat but all the doctor did was give him drops to suck on. He hadn't been able to speak for a week. But I guess he would call that a blessing since that week was the one of the family reunion.

It was amazing to Timmy. That even after his uncles death nothing had changed. Everybody was acting like nothing had happened. Some even seemed glad that he was dead. But he noticed above all that their way towards him did not change either. If anything, his family seemed colder to him. The only person who had changed was his cousin, Rose. She was alot more quiet and didn't speak out unless spoken to. She held a depressed air that hung around her and nothing changed it since nobody saw it except for Timmy.

After the reunion dinner Timmy had decided to ditch everyone and had heard sobs from a distance. He found Rose in her room crying out her 13 year old heart. He had comforted her that night and she had done the same to him. They reached a mutual, unspoken truce that night. He saw for the first time that he and her were actually alike. The family treated her the same way they did him.

Timmy's hands clawed at the dirt and grass covering his uncles body as more tears and sobs escaped from his body. He was beyond the point of no returning as he had been for months. His heart was once again being torn apart as fresh memories of the only person who truly cared for him ran through his mind. He let out loud sobs not caring if anyone saw or heard him.

"You will do no good in spending the rest of your life crying for the dead" said a soft feminine voice behind him. Timmy's eyes sprung open and he quickly lifted himself off the ground and turned around to meet the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She stood a good 6ft 1in in a long white dress stopping at her ankles. The dress itself was beautiful. It flowed majestically in the wind. It clung to her body showing her curves and showing proof that she carried no excess fat. The sleeves ended at her wrists. The portions of her skin that he could see was as pale as the moon itself and saw that her hair, which flowed straight down her back almost touching the ground, was as white as snow.

As he looked at her white hair that told him she was old, he looked at her face which showed no sign of aging. She had no wrinkles, lines or liver spots. Her face looked as if it belonged to a teenager. He then saw her eyes and you would have a even harder time guessing her age. Her hair told him old, her face told him young, and yet her eyes told him old again. Her eyes were a color of a very light yellow that you could say it was white from a distance. Her eyes told him she was old and tired and yet he kept coming back to the thought of 'She couldn't possibly be that old'

Another thing that his uncle had taught him was the old saying "Don't judge a book by it's cover" Yet the thought settled over his uncle and he felt another pang of pain in his heart. Almost like she was reading his mind she said in that beautiful voice of hers "Do not settle your heart in misery young one."

"Huh?" he asked still confused as to why she was here in the first place. She smiled softly down at him and slowly began walking towards him. "Drowning yourself in misery will not bring your uncle back to life." At that statement Timmy's eyes widened considerably as she bent down in front of him to meet him eye to eye.

"Did you know my uncle?" he asked. She nodded letting a few strands of her white hair fall in front of her face "I knew him once...I loved him once." His eyes widened more(if it was possible) "Are you my aunt? The one who left him a long time ago?"

He saw her expression fall slightly as she replied while shaking her head "I am not your aunt, though I did love Damion very much." She let one of her small hands play with Timmy's bangs by pushing them out of his face.

"I am saddened that he is dead, as you are, but please take my advice. Do not linger in his death. Do not let his death be the cause of your own. He would not want you to throw your life away because of him." she said to him. Timmy's eyes fell back to normal size as he let out a sigh "You don't understand...He was the only one who cared for me. The only one who loved me."

Without warning the woman leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. Timmy's eyes widened again but soon felt a wave of calmness wash over him. He heard the woman speak softly "I understand more than you know." Soon he felt his entire body tire down. His eye lids seemed to get heavy in the seconds that she had been talking. He felt her thin arms wrap around him as his body grew even more weary. "What's happening?" he asked softly.

"Depression does not only destroy your emotions but also destroys your body. Your body needs to recover from the misery you've placed upon yourself" she replied just as softly though her tone was far more serious. Timmy felt his entire body shut down but before he let himself close he asked "Who are you?"

She looked at him and smiled "I am...you may call me...Althaia."

"Althaia?...yawn...that's a...pretty name" he whispered faintly and he soon felt darkness swarm over him. The last thing he remembered was the woman's smile as he fell into the warm arms that were enclosed around him.

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Timmy awoke with a start. His eyes shot open to see the darkness around him. Then his mind went back to his dream. When he was 9 years old he remembered going into the cemetery and crying his heart out while pounding at the dirt. But he never remembered anything about a woman. All he knew was that he had fallen asleep in the cemetery and was picked up by his parents. That was the day he had stopped crying for his uncle and started moving on. It was also the day that 3 months later he would acquire Cosmo and Wanda as his god parents.

In all his memories he never remembered anything about a woman named Althaia...until now. 'Is that what really happened?' he asked himself while sitting upright in his bed. He glanced at the clock that read midnight. Suddenly he felt something sting his eye. The sting immediately made his eye start watering and soon he gasped as he tried to rub it with his hands. But to no avail. He threw the sheets off of him as he climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom beside the bed. He closed the door softly as he didn't want to wake up Cosmo or Wanda and get them worried over nothing.

He quickly ran some water over a wash rag and began rubbing it on his sore eye. He felt a single tear fall down and soon wiped it up with the rag. The sting seemed to have disappeared fro the moment and he placed the rag down. But as soon as he did he suddenly felt the sting rise up again only this time it was a hundred times worse. He gasped and yelped a little as the sting turned to a flame in his eye making it water even more.

More liquid fell from his eye as he tried to reach for the rag but he soon fell onto the floor, his hands rubbing the area around his eye praying to God that it would stop soon. And soon it did. He felt the pain subside and let more liquid fall. He wiped his hands on his pants before he began wiping away his tears.

Though when he touched his face he didn't feel the salty water that he expected. No it was more thick than water was supposed to be...it even felt kinda sticky. Timmy pulled back his hand in confusion and when he looked at his fingers he couldn't hold back a yelp of terror.

For on his hand was not tears but...blood. Timmy stood up quickly and gazed at himself into the mirror and what he saw horrified him. Instead of tears streaming down his face...blood was the substance that was falling from his eye. Still horrified he quickly grabbed the wash rag and began washing his face cleaning every bit of blood off of him. When he was done he leaned towards the mirror and gasped once more. His right eye was it's normal blue color but his left eye, which was the one that had the blood pouring out of it, was now a shade darker than it was suppose to be and he could see it get even darker as he stood there watching.

His blue eye deepened into a almost black color but then it began to lighten. And soon within 2 minutes Timmy found himself looking at one sapphire blue eye, the other...a blood red one. His breathing became shallow as he looked at his eye that had change so much in the 2 minute time period. He couldn't believe it. 'This isn't normal' he thought.

He leaned closer to the mirror to look at himself and stood there too terrified to do anything. But soon he gasped again as he felt a deep pain in his stomach. He doubled over the sink clutching at his waist. The feeling in his gut only intensified as time went on. His body screaming for it to stop. Timmy felt more blood drip from his eye and soon felt like his entire body grew cold as if the temperature in the room had dropped a good 30 or 40 degrees. But the more he yelped and gasped, the more intensifying the pain became his brain couldn't help but register one thing...it was hunger.

It was an insatiable hunger that was clawing at him in the inside. What the hunger was for he didn't know but he soon felt his body lift itself from the floor and soon found himself in one of the hallways of the hospital. He didn't know where his body was taking him but at that point he didn't care as long as the pain stopped.

He slowly walked through the empty hallway as the hunger grew in his gut. He felt more blood pour from his eye as he could no longer stop it. Just when he thought he could no longer take it he smelled something. He wouldn't be able to describe it at all but his body certainly knew that that was what he was looking for. He felt his mouth water at the scent and soon let his body walk towards the heavenly aroma. He entered another empty hallway as the aroma was more thick around this area and soon felt his mouth water even more with anticipation.

Suddenly a stranger shifted into the hallway from the shadows. Timmy's breath was caught in his throat as he looked at the man standing in front of him. He was graceful, slim, and very tall. Jet black hair tumbled from his head in wavy, shining cascades. What could be seen of his face was like elegantly sculptured marble. Timmy found himself caught by the man's sheer charismatic beauty.

"Come here to where I can see you, my dear" he said mildly.

Even though he knew he shouldn't his body disobeyed him. Timmy walked, with slow and hesitant steps, into the presence of the man with the moonlight striking down upon them both. "What is your name, lovely one?" he heard the man ask. Even though he was still creeped out by the presence of the man Timmy saw no reason not to answer him. If anything the pain had seemed to subsided slightly the closer he kept getting to him. So he replied "Timmy Turner. But you should state your own name before asking for mine."

All the man did was chuckle at the serious tone in Timmy's voice "My name is of no concern here, but you may call me...Rakesh."

Timmy tried it out letting it roll on his tongue "Rakesh...?"

The man smiled softly towards him "Come closer, would you?" Timmy was surprised at the tone in the mans voice but nothing helped the shiver that went down his spine at the image of the smile. "If you don't mind" he said carefully "I'd really rather not."

This time his smile showed a hint of humor in it as he replied "Then I shall have to come to you, beautiful Timmy."

Rakesh paced gracefully across the newly waxed floors of the hallway, taking each step as though he walked on a carpet of petals strewn especially for his benefit. He strolled around Timmy, his expression cheerful and acquisitive. His path was an inward turning spiral, with Timmy as the center, so that he completed his circuit facing Timmy and less than a handspan away. He reached out with a black-gloved hand and laid it along Timmy's cheek. Timmy looked steadily into the mans dark black eyes hidden behind long bangs of raven hair and did not flinch away. Those eyes were the first indication he had seen that the man was something other than human. Those dark and frightening eyes were slitted like a snake's, and under the texture of the glove, Timmy could feel something very sharp and talon like resting on his cheek.

"My goodness" Rakesh breathed "Sapphire eyes. Rare and beautiful, Timmy Turner. How wonderful, and how strange, that you should be here at this moment. Oh...what do we have here."

The gloved hand had brushed away the bangs that had fallen gracefully over Timmy's left eye and saw the dark blood red eye. Rakesh watched as Timmy blinked and saw a single drop of blood fall along his cheek. He brushed away the drop of blood with his thumb and said softly "You seem to be going through changes, beautiful one."

Timmy found himself mesmerized by the gentleness of Rakesh's touch and softness in his his voice. He soon found himself leaning into the hand while asking in a whisper "What's happening to me?"

Rakesh smiled and let his gloved hand stroke the younger one's cheek. "Your body is changing...for the better." He watched as Timmy's half lidded eyes closed even further and heard him whisper "For the...better?"

"Yes, beautiful one. And I can help you..." Then without warning Rakesh leaned forward and kissed Timmy passionately and deeply. Timmy trembled with an unexpected reaction comprised of both revulsion and desire. His eyes shot open as his feelings began battling. Half of him wanted to pull away and strike at the in human being. While the other half of him wanted to melt into his arms.

He closed his eyes, as his knees started to buckle underneath him. Suddenly he remembered a part of his nightmare from a week ago.

"I can help you..." it whispered "Your hurting. I can make you feel no emotion. I can drive the pain away from your heart...if you do exactly what I say..."

His eyes shot open for a second time and he quickly pushed himself away from the man. Rakesh actually looked surprised for a moment but then covered it up with surpressed anger. Timmy backed away from the man with a wide eyed expression. It was the same voice! This Rakesh guy was the person from his nightmares!

"Do you not want my help?" Rakesh asked displaying his disapointment. At first Timmy just stood there stunned but then he retaliated "I don't want anything to do with you!"

Rakesh smirked "Very well then I shall have to draw you to me." He placed his hand inside his robes and was somehow able to bring out a cup filled with...something. Timmy took in the sight. The cup itself was pure gold, like something only a king could have, with different jewels melded on it's sides. It seemed like some kind of haze was coming out of whatever was in it. But it was the smell that threw Timmy off. If he had been sane at that moment then he would've gagged, but since he wasn't exactly sane the smell drove him crazy.

Timmy felt his mouth begin to water as the metallic aroma went through the air. His breathing grew ragged as something in the pit of his stomach started grumbling. He wanted to run away and go back to bed but he couldn't. Whatever was in that cup he needed it. His breath came out in gasps as Rakesh strolled over to him and held the cup right in front of his face.

"Take it..."

Without realizing what he was doing Timmy lunged for the cup and began gulping the heavenly substance down without a second thought. In his world of pain he felt the liquid rushing into his mouth, filling him, intoxicating him, redeeming him. The heavenly substance ran down his throat. With every gulp the hunger and the pain slowly subsided away. Soon the cup was empty and Timmy threw it to the ground allowing it to make a clanging noise.

Even though the pain had subsided completely the hunger within him grew even more than it had been before. Timmy felt his hands shaking as he looked directly into Rakesh's dark eyes. Rakesh smirked in his mind. He saw the want and need inside the young boys eyes...and he was going to use it against him.

"I-I need more..." Timmy whispered.

"Follow me, lovely one" Rakesh replied before turning and walking out of the hallway.

Timmy stood there in the hallway listening to the echoes of the mans shoes bounce of the walls. He knew he shouldn't go but something in his blood was pushing him towards Rakesh. His blood fired up at the sound of his voice, the simplest touch drove him mad. It was like something he felt when he was with Cosmo but a thousand times more exhilarating and breath taking.

So even though he seriously considered running away, he soon slowly followed Rakesh and matched his footsteps one by one. Rakesh led him into another hallway and all the while, even though Timmy was pretty sure that he didn't have eyes in the back of his head, it sure did feel like it. He felt like every single move he made was being watched and every single thought was being read and...oh god he liked it.

Rakesh moved to one of the wooden doors and slowly turned the knob and pushed the door opening allowing the creak to echo in the hallway. He turned back to teen with a hint of a smirk on his face and said "After you, beautiful."

Timmy felt his face heat up 'Why does he keep calling me beautiful? It's starting to creep me out.'

Timmy then walked into the room to be met with the sight of an empty room except...it wasn't empty. In the middle of the bare room stood a wooden chair and on that wooden chair sat a young girl by the looks of 15 or 16 tied up and unconscious. Timmy gasped at the sight of the girl and quickly turned around to be met with the dark eyes of Rakesh.

"What's this about Rakesh?!" demanded Timmy. Instead of a response however he watched as his smile hinted amusement and watched as Rakesh locked the door behind him before strolling over to the girl completely ignoring him. "What's with the girl?!" he tried again but he only watched as Rakesh kneeled down before the girl and lifted her head with a gloved hand.

Timmy couldn't supress another gasp as he looked into the girls blank, sightless eyes. She was obviously dead now that Timmy thought about it. He hadn't seen her breath at all for the 2 minutes he'd been here and of course her eyes also gave it away. Rakesh raised his other hand and beckoned for Timmy to come closer. But even the fire in his blood was diminished when he saw the poor girl so he stayed where he was and stared at the horrifying scene in front of him.(That was about to get even more horrifying)

Rakesh smirked once again before taking both hands and pulling off his gloves. Timmy was now able to see that his fingers had deadly sharp nails that gleamed in the moonlight coming from a window, manicured to elegant perfection. With one swift movement a razor sharp fingernail flicked across the vein in her neck. Dark red blood poured from the wound. Timmy could tell she hadn't been dead that long.

Timmy found himself horrified at the scene and was about to yell at the man before the metallic smell of her blood hit his nostrils at full force. His mouth immediately began to water and he found himself mesmerised by the sight of the dark liquid pouring from the girls wound. For some reason his mouth began to ache and the hunger grew to where he winced when it hit him again full force.

"That liquid you drank wasn't an ordinary drink..." Rakesh said as he allowed some of the blood to flow onto his fingertips "You were drinking a rather special liquid...blood."

Timmy's eyes widened at the statement and soon found himself remembering what the liquid had tasted like. It had been metallic and strong all the while intoxicating. But he also remembered it being slightly sticky when it went down his throat. Then he remembered the saying 'Blood is thicker than water'...

His eyes widened even more 'Oh...my...god...I-I drank blood and I-I-I liked it!'

He placed his hands over his mouth to help him not gag but found something rather pointy prick at his skin. He let out a "Aah" before looking down at his hand watching a single drop of blood ooze from the small cut on his finger. He lifted his fingers again and brushed them over his top teeth to find something he hadn't expected.

"Yes, you have fangs, dear Timothy" stated Rakesh as he got up and silently walked over to Timmy holding his bloodied hand in front of his face. The fire within his veins exploded in a devastating way as he felt his entire body heat up and soon he couldn't take it anymore. He opened his mouth and bit lightly upon the fingers of the taller man and began sucking away the blood that was dribbled on the skin. His tongue swept up all the blood and accidently flicked across one of the fingernails so that he could taste his own blood.

Suddenly the fingers were jerked out of his mouth and replaced with the others cold mouth. This time Timmy couldn't have resisted even if he wanted to. He couldn't supress a moan as the others warm tongue slipped between his lips and started exploring his cavern. The two tongues entwined in a battle, both tasting the combination of the girls blood and his own, but Rakesh remained dominant as he pushed the younger against his body and held him tightly.

Never in his life had Timmy felt as if he were spiraling out of control the way he did at that moment, nor had he felt such absolute relief as he did with the man's arms around him. The depression and loneliness that were still harboring in his heart vanished when he touched him, as though all he had needed to satiate the agitated emptiness in his soul in his soul was to be with him. Rakesh made him feel so strangely complete that he wondered if he would ever be truly happy again without him or if he'd miss his own life if he never left his room again.

Then when it seemed like an eternity later their mouths separated leaving Timmy leaned up against the door on shaking knees, ragged breaths and half lidded eyes. Rakesh looked at the young ones flushed face and smiled softly while extending a hand out towards him. Without hesitation Timmy allowed his hand to fall into the grasp of the others and allowed himself to be pulled closer to the girl.

As they both kneeled down in front of the girl Timmy looked upon the warm blood that was still seeping from her neck. He remembered the rich taste of her blood and his stomach growled . Another hunger sprang to life in him, an ache that grew as Rakesh pushed some of his hair aside. He pressed his mouth to his neck, grazing his teeth over the surface.

Timmy moaned, dropping his head back to give him fuller access. Memories of his nightmares washed over him. But now they were not horrific. Now when he saw Rakesh biting into the vein of his neck, the images were searing and erotic.

Moving behind Timmy, Rakesh eased him closer to the girl so that he kneeled directly in front of her. With one arm draped over his waist, Rakesh leaned close to his ear and whispered "Drink, Timmy."

And God, how he wanted to. But he just couldn't bring himself to do it...

When he hesitated, Rakesh reached over him to lay a lethally sharp fingernail against the other side of the girls exposed throat. "Do you want me to cut her up a little bit more?"

Somehow Timmy could sense his impatience as if it radiated off his body and by the way his legs rubbed restlessly against his own. He tried to tell himself that he couldn't do this but at the same time the other part of him(the insane part) was telling him that he could, just to get this Rakesh guy off his back.

Timmy ran his tongue over his fangs. He leaned closer to the girls throat. "Yesss" Rakesh hissed into his ear. His hand trailed his leg until Timmy felt his bare palm touched his clothed thigh. "Go on..."

Taking a deep breath for control, Timmy finally just gave up and bit down. As the sweet flowing blood flooded his mouth he couldn't supress a moan. The blood was so rich...intoxicating. He gulped it down in huge amounts as if he could never get enough. The mouth against his own neck just made him want to sink deeper and longer, knowing that he could if he wanted badly enough to.

Her body sent him one last tantalizing shudder of blood into him and he finally withdrew licking the punctures to gather the final drops. He took a moment and realized that the pain and hunger had finally subsided and that his body felt like it had been drugged. He felt the mouth on his lick kiss and lick near one of his veins. Pretty soon he felt fangs bite down into his throat and begin gulping down his blood.

In his dream it had been so terrifying and it had hurt like hell. But now it felt so good and he let out his moan that echoed through the room. But Rakesh did not drink much so soon he pulled back whispering in his ear "Your mine now..."

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Timmy shot open his eyes as he sat bolt upright looking frantically around the room. 'Was that just a dream?' he asked himself. He flung the sheets off of his body and ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut behind him. He took one look in the mirror and sighed in relief.

His eyes were perfectly normal, they were their usual dark blue color and since he didn't have any blood dripping from his eye he let out another sigh of relief. The next thing he checked was his neck to see if there were any marks on it to show if someone had actually bitten him. But all he found was the smooth soft skin that had been there before.

He noticed that he was breathing hard and tried to calm his breathing. And none too early for in the next moment he heard a concerned voice ask "Timmy? Are you alright?" He turned around to see his god parent and love of his life standing by the open door rubbing some sleepy out of his eyes. If Timmy hadn't been so riled up he would've commented on how cute Cosmo looked right then and there.

He gave Cosmo a soft smile "Yeah, I'm fine. I just had to use the bathroom really bad."

At first Cosmo didn't respond but then he chuckled a little before walking over to Timmy and giving him a light kiss on the forehead. "I'll see you in the morning then."

Timmy nodded "Yeah, Love you!" then he heard "Love you too" before he saw Cosmo poof away leaving him in the cold bathroom alone.

Timmy sighed once again 'It was just a dream, it was just a dream, it was a dream etc.'

'or was it?'

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Rakesh stared at Timmy's figure through the window. He watched as Timmy checked his eye and throat wondering if the dream had been real or not. He snickered "It was alot more real than you think, my beautiful one."

Suddenly another man stepped out of the shadows. He wore a cloak similair to Rakesh's but his hood was down showing dirty blonde hair and a young looking american face that anyone, other than the people who knew him, would guess him to be a regular 18 year old. But his dark blood red eyes showed differently.

"Did everything go as planned, my master" asked the man.

Rakesh was about to answer when he suddenly spotted Cosmo giving Timmy a light kiss on his forehead. So instead of answering all he did was emit a low growl. The man stepped back a step or two to put enough distance between himself and Rakesh cause you did not want to be there when he was mad.

But soon his anger dissapitated and he answered "Yes, everything went according to plan, William"

Rakesh heard William ask "May we begin the next part of your plan, my master."

"Go ahead" said Rakesh watching as William disappeared into the night. He turned back to the window to where he could see Timmy laying down in his bed trying for sleep once more.

"Soon you'll be mine...or you'll face the consequences"


Finally I'm done! Hopefully I'll have the second part of The Awakening up soon. Don't forget to review! and no Timmy is not becoming a vampire...just to let you know.