Chapter 9: What's Happening to Me?

Author Notes:

Hey guys I'm back. Sorry it's been taking so long! But hey at least I'm here. I'm moving a little bit into the weirder part of the story. It's a little complicated, but I promise it will make sense within the next 2 chapters. REVIEW IM SOO EXCITED I GOT 40 BUT MORE IS GOOOODDD!

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M.M

I had possibly the best sleep of the month that night. I hadn't been sleeping well lately. At nights I just hadn't felt…able to sleep. Sure I was tired but it just wasn't happening. I had stayed up with Warren on the hammock until god knows when. We talked about everything. Things we liked, things we didn't like, things we absolutely hated.

FLASHHHH BACKKK LAST NIGHT 3:30

"I hate the way you notice everything." I said in a sleepy voice.

"It's habit. People that like to observe don't make an effort to be the center of attention. Plus if people ignore you, you won't have a bunch of distractions while you're trying to look around. If you stopped running your mouth for five seconds, you might notice something too." He stated evenly and rolled over to wrap his arms around my waist. I scooted away, and he reached out for me frowning.

"You're going to have to be nicer if you want some'a this." I laughed. He roughly grabbed my waist and dragged me over to him. Hands running up and down my spine and lips on the back of my neck he whispered against shoulder. I sighed and stopped fighting him. I wondered what was going to happen tomorrow, and the day after that. Would things stay the same, or would they take a u-turn for the worst. I pushed those thoughts out of my head. I wanted sleep…and I wasn't in the mood for what Warren was obviously going for, so I rolled over to face him and lightly kissed him on the lips and whispers against his ear.

"Shut up and let me sleep or I'm pushing you off." I said sexily. Took a minute or two to register, but when it did he gave a solemn shrug and started off the hammock. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back down next to me and put him in a near death grip.

"I didn't say leave… I said shut up!" I laughed and cuddled up to him. He sighed and allowed me to get some much needed sleep.

END FLASH BACK!

I woke up next so something warm. And soft. Very soft. I kissed it lightly and opened my eyes. It was the side of Warrens face. I laughed softly and snuggled into the nape of his neck. Sighing contently I tried to control my heart rate which was now racing. I relaxed and breathed evenly, but it refused to slow. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and I broke out in a cold sweat. Lifting my head slightly I looked around. Nothing. Just me, trees, the hammock, and…Warren's neck. A shiver went up my spin as I thought about it. So soft, rising and moving ever so slightly as he exhaled. I let my lips touch it, and kiss it softly. It was so…I couldn't find the word. My entire body cringed as I found it. Delicious. I felt my teeth reach out to nibble on it but I tore them away and tried to get up abruptly. Losing my balance I fell backwards and tumbled off the hammock. Fortunate for me, the fire escape was right below, so instead of falling two stories down onto concrete, I fell one and onto metal. Yay? Rubbing my head I got up and looked to see if Warren had wakened. He hadn't. Typical man… I brushed myself off and started back up the steps, but stopped. I felt…funny. Like a bird who just now realized it wasn't in a cage. Everything felt very big and VERY BRIGHT. I shook my head a few times and started back down. I couldn't go up there and risk another episode. I had to get away. But where. Suddenly it hit me. Tyson, why hadn't I thought of it before? I ran home, left a note for my dad, and then got in the car with 100 bucks, HIM and Fall Out Boy CD, and some Mt. Dew. Everything a girl needs for a road trip. Took me about 2 hours to get to there, and once I was in…I was hooked. I hadn't realized how much I had missed it there. Recap for a second. I lived in Tyson for 6 years until last month when I moved to my current home. Tyson was a large city out in the middle of a major group of highways. We got a lot of tourists. Anyways I had a lot of friends here, and I wrote to them daily via email. My most missed memory of Tyson, my mom. She died here when I was 10 and I visited her grave every day until we moved. I felt like I was leaving her behind by moving. That's why I resented my dad so much.

I walked down the streets of Tyson and ran into a few old faces. They hugged me, told me how much I had grown, and asked how long I would be staying. I tried to get to The Phantom as fast as possible to make this trip complete. The Phantom was a club, my favorite club. It played all the right music, and I was always the center off attention. Walking in was like entering a surprise party on your birthday. Everyone laughed and glomped me into oblivion. All my old friends were there including Serena. Oh how I had missed her. I ran up and began to dance behind her like we always had. She whirled around and almost cried in excitement. After a 20 minute hug session she DEMANDED that we dance for everyone like we used to I laughed and the DJ put on mObscene by M. Manson. (wow..Same initials)

Serena pulled me out onto the floor and began to dance laughing, eyes dancing in a very Serena like way. We danced through the whole song. Serena had taught me every dance step I knew, and we always made the boys sigh with longing. Laughing we scanned the crowd to see the people who were applauding wildly. However I saw 3 faces that didn't belong in Tyson. Will was trying to hide a smirk, but clapping a little too much. Layla was looking up and me with admiration and at Will with disapproval. The only face that wasn't smiling was to their right. He was frowning, arms folded, looking up at me with dark eyes. Unreadable eyes. I gulped at the unsatisfied look on Warrens face. UHHH OHHH I thought as I started down, but a voice over the mic stopped me in my tracks.

"Alright, calm down people, I know its terribly EXCITING to have out little thrift store princess back, but lets try to not get the cops called." He said eyes on me. Everyone laughed and muttered again. He laughed at their response, his black hair dancing around his eyes like a tainted halo.

"Well I was going to sing alone, but I might need a little help with this one, so what do you say Baby Doll, one more song?" he asked a mocking grin playing on his lips. I wanted to die right there. Not now…not in front of Warren. I'd kill him. He knew that I would. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of throwing a fit. I smiled and walked gracefully up to the stairs on to the stage. Xander handed me a mic, and I took it from him. He walked over and whispered something covering the mic.

"I was expecting you. I had your sheet music and everything." He said arrogantly. I laughed sarcastically and covered my mic.

"You're an ass hole for brining me up here, and I STILL hate your guts…more now then ever, so watch who you're calling Baby Doll." I warned with a small smile to hide what I was saying from the crowd. I glanced at the sheet. 'I Hate' how appropriate. This was a piece I had written back when Xander and I were…I shudder just to say it… dating. Yes this piece of sexy trash was my ex- boyfriend of 2 years. Xander was…well he was 'different'. He wasn't like most guys that was for sure. I knew I had done the right thing coming here. I knew just who to ask about all these weird and unexplained things that were happening to me. Xander. Obviously he was the CAUSE of all this. He had to be. It was the only reasonable explanation. But that's what I feared most. Was I now like him? I gulped as the guitars kicked in. We were both singers, and we sang here a lot. Or we used to anyway. This was one of my pieces. The counter part came and Xander began to sing (he's in bold…I'm in italics).

I hate the way you where your hair

And the way you always dress

I hate the way your bed room

Is always such a mess

I hate all the things

That you do

But most of all how I

Can't take my eyes off of you

I hate how you stare at me

With those eyes I cannot read

Hate the way you read my mind

When we fight, you won't concede

I hate the fact that you

Never answer your cell phone

But I hate, I hate, I hate,

How I can't leave you alone

I hate

All the things you do

I hate

What you put me through

I hate

I hate the way I try to say

That I only hate you

But really what I hate

Is the fact that I can't hate you…

The crowd roared with applause and like true Xander, he stood and soaked up the limelight. I however managed to sneak out unnoticed…by everyone but Warren. I knew he had come inside the girl's bathroom where I was currently sitting on a toilet trying to collect myself. What scared me was that I knew because I SMELLED HIM. That's right folks…SMELLED. It wasn't like a bad smell. It was just…Warren. It smelled like a mix of Chinese food and Axe. It was absolutely mouth water…I mean …good…god what was going on! He came up and peered into my stall, then walked in.

"Didn't you learn your lesson last time you followed me in here." I asked in a low voice. He didn't answer. Not a good sign. I lifted my head to look him in the eye. He sighed and shook his head.

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked in a rough voice. It was kinda sexy…but never mind… I shook my head.

"I wish I knew...what, did you think I planned this. I just came here to figure out some stuff, then go home." I told him sternly. He nodded and calmed down a bit. Then helping me up he pulled me into a brief peck, and told me to call him when I was ready to come home, that he and Will and Layla would help me home. I nodded and kissed him again. With that I sprinted as fast as I could to the cemetery, and up to the top of the small hill. There was my mother's gravestone.

Laura Stevenson Alucard

Loving Mother and Adored Wife

Then etched in under the Loving Mother part was carved in very crude letters.

Mommy I miss you

Forever

I laughed as I read it and slowly traced the letters with my fingers.

"Momma..." I said softly. Touching moment was ended however when a small cough interrupted my thoughts. I turned around to see a defeated Xander standing behind me. He looked at the ground and bit his lip.

"You left without…without…" he was cut off. I stood up and pushed him up against the tree behind him. Grabbing his shirt I glared at him through my messy hair that was dangling in my face menacingly.

"What they hell did you do…and what the hell is wrong with me."

END

CLIFFFY! You like? Well all will be explained later. Please tell if this is becoming Mary Sue ish… cause I'm trying to stay true to characters and their personalities. MUCH LOVE FOR ALL REVIEWERS…and NONE FOR THOSE WHO DON'T!

M.M