House Of Danger. (Don't own a thing besides OCs and plot. This chapter is M rated.)

Patricia knew there was something off about her newest relationship with Samuel Lotwell. He was a dark boy with the same eye colour as Nina. They had none of the same facial features, but Patricia knew there was something off about this boy.

She and Eddie had broken up and they knew deep down that they were soul mates.

But Patricia was angry and she wanted to make Eddie envious. She'd tried it with Ben, but she had no hopes of making that work.

She and Sam were alone in Anubis house, apart from Victor. He decided he would go out, thinking that Patricia was alone in her room. She wasn't, of course, she was with Sam.

He was pale, with black hair and crimson lips, a very straight nose, beady blue eyes and an oval shaped face. He had eyebrows like Patricia's and he wore blue jeans and faded shirts with white trainers.

He charmed his way around all the females in the school, adults and students alike, he was good with little children and babies, and he could give anyone that glare that promised danger and it made them do as he asked.

Patricia knew it was wrong, but if it made her ex jealous, she was all for it.

"So, we have the house to ourselves, Patricia. What would you like to do?" He asked her, his tone steady.

Patricia looked at those blue eyes and felt a chill. Why was she so nervous all of a sudden? She liked this guy, but not in the sense she'd liked Eddie.

"Now that's up to you. You choose what we do." She said, keeping her tone light and steady, not as full of implication as his.

"How about...-" He sat down and pushed her to the pillows. "-...We have a little session alone?"

He kissed her, but Patricia didn't want to.

"Uh, not the best idea, Sammy. You know, Victor and Trudy would go berserk if I got pregnant."

"Well, in that case, do them a favour and let them. Who knows, maybe in their angry tirade, they'll end up together." He said lightly.

Patricia knew what he was doing was wrong and she'd never wanted it to get this far. She'd only wanted to make Eddie jealous.

"Sam, this isn't right. I can't do this." Patricia said, getting annoyed.

"You can, Patricia." He told her, kissing her.

She screamed and he slapped her face. "You better hope nobody's in this house."

"Patricia, love, are you alright?" A warm and concerned woman's voice. "Have you had a bad dream, love?"

"Tell her no, Patricia." Sam hissed menacingly.

"No, Trudy, I'm fine!" Patricia shouted back, her voice layered with nerves.

"You don't sound fine, my lovely. I'm coming." Trudy called gently.

"No, Trudy! It's honestly OK!" Patricia shouted back under the mean glare from Sam.

"Just call if you need me, then, my lovely." She said, going back downstairs.

"You're going to regret screaming, my darling Patricia." He said menacingly, then slapped her across the face again.

He had her hurting all over from being chucked across the room.

He heard the housemother's light tread and hid in the wardrobe. She tended Patricia and soothed her.

Then she went back downstairs. Sam attacked Patricia again, knocking her out cold.

He then went after the housemother, intent on getting rid of her once and for all.

He found her cooking the dinner and humming.

He slipped a knife out of his pocket.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but a girl's passed out in her room." He told her.

"Oh, is it Patricia? Has she been jumping about? I told her to stay lay down, although I couldn't for the life of me place what happened to her, poor love."

He looked at the woman. "Well, I thought I'd report that to you. Hey, ma'am, look." He pointed at something, then threw the knife into her, as she looked away.

She moaned in agony. "What did you do that for?" She asked.

"It's because of me your precious little lovely is unconscious in her room. And by the time everyone returns, you'll be dead. It'll look like you killed her, then came down here and killed yourself to make it look like you were both victims of a horrible murder, which you both are, but truthfully, it'll look like you are the guilty one."

She moaned as she said "Why are you doing this, what have we done to you?"

"Oh nothing. Patricia denied me, you're just too beautiful. I can't have it, one denying and one beautiful. Sorry." He said and with that, he stabbed her again.

Trudy fell to the floor, bleeding horrifically. Sam laughed quietly and went upstairs with another knife. He managed to kill off Patricia with much less chatter than he had with Trudy.

Jasper came back with Eddie. Trudy was alive, just about, but Patricia was dead on her bedroom floor and Sam was gone.

"Trudysnuffles! Oh my God, babe, look at the mess! OK, hang in there, my angel. Eddie, call emergency services!"

Trudy choked out "Patty! Dying! Get- Help!"

"It'll be alright, Trudes, I promise you. Eddie, paramedics!" He panicked. "Two casualties, dying of stab wounds!"

He calmed his tone into a soothing one. "OK, baby, hang in there. You'll be alright, I promise. Just keep yourself going."

"What? No! Never- ugh... Mind- Me!" She gasped. "Patty! Main- Priority!"

"Eddie's onto it, baby. You'll both be fine." Jasper soothed.

Trudy gasped, her breath getting harsher with every word.

"No, darling, try to keep it regular." He soothed, gently.

"What-" gasp "-do-" gasp "-you think-" I'm trying-" to do?!" She said.

"OK, relax. I've got you." He soothed.

"I'm d-" gasp "-dying. I need-" gasp "- you to-" gasp "-know that-" gasp "-I love-" gasp "-you." Trudy said falteringly.

Patricia was lying dead in her room, surrounded by a pool of blood.

"No-no-no, Trudy, baby, keep your heart beating, come on. You're strong. Keep living." He told her.

"I'm pleased-" gasp-gasp "-to be with-" gasp "-you, Jazz." She said, her breath fading.

"Come on, Trudy, you can make it. You're strong." Jasper said as paramedics ran in to save her and already dead Patricia, though nobody else knew it.

They had them both in hospital, though Trudy insisted on Jasper being there with her.

"I'd sooner-" gasp "-die than-" gasp "-live without-" wheezy gasp "-Jasper. He-" gasping sound "-comes, too."

He held her hand, making her feel like she could do anything. When they operated to stop the free-flow bleeding, they wouldn't allow Jasper in there, so he sat with a devastated Eddie.

"Yacker... I can't believe she's gone. She was always the strongest one I knew. She acted like she was indestructible. I wish I could have told her that I love her. Have you ever felt this kind of pain?" Eddie asked.

"Experiencing something similar. My beautiful Trudykins is in that theater, close to death and there are so many things we haven't done or said. She'd better make it."

Eddie could feel all the pain radiating from Jasper as much as he felt his own for his dead ex girlfriend. He really had loved Patricia and now it was too late to show it.

He prayed for Trudy to come through and live, just so that he was the only one suffering losing his soul mate.

In the theater, the doctors were succeeding in getting Trudy through her life-threatening situation.

A song played quietly on Jasper's phone. Flightless Bird, American Mouth. Eddie knew it as one of Trudy's personal addictions. She loved that song.

Inside, she heard it subconsciously and she knew it was Jasper, lifting her up, helping her.

Eddie felt a warm motion next to him and he saw a solid form of his dead soul mate.

"Yacker?" He asked, not caring if he seemed delusional. He saw his Patricia again.

"Yeah, it's me, weasel face. You know, Trudy's coming through. She's gonna wake up, but she'll be hypersensitive. She'll hear, see and feel things that Jasper won't, she'll know things before they happen and she'll have children that are the same. You better warn him, because when she comes out of the hospital, alive and hypersensitive, he's gonna wanna know who it is she's laughing with. Like that seriously old guy over there making the woman holding the baby laugh."

Patricia kissed him and disappeared.

"You called your girlfriend Yacker?" Jasper asked.

"Yeah, I used to be her weasel. It was a pet thing. You know, like Trudy's your personal cuddly cutie, your tiny snuffler? Yacker and I were like that, just... not as mushy."

Jasper said "Yeah, Trudes did mention that. She thought it cute. She is cute."

"Yeah... Yacker and Trudes, cutest two women ever." Eddie agreed.

Trudy was feeling warm and they'd succeeded in getting her stitched up. The stitches would dissolve alone, no need for help. All she had to do was rest and keep herself relaxed, then after a few weeks, she had to have them seen to and if they were gone, she could do whatever she needed to do.

But by the time they let Jasper see her, she had come around and she was, true to Patricia's words, hypersensitive and she was talking to someone.

"Trudykins, who are you talking to?" Jasper asked her, kissing her cheek.

"Oh, his name's Reginald. He's here because of a stab wound. Reginald, this is my boyfriend, Jasper. He and I are planning to have children as soon as I'm healed." Trudy said proudly.

In her eyes the man shook his head. "You're young, Trudy. You should wait until you're married to even consider starting a family."

She smiled. "I know. We've already sworn to love each other for all eternity, what more should we need? Marriage is just a ring and some papers to prove eternal love."

"Oh, in that case. My daughter was born two months ago. My wife lay in that selfsame bed. Guaranteed your baby will be born in your bed, little one. That man of yours will be suffering immensely from your crushing grip."

Jasper watched in wonder as Trudy laughed. Eddie said "Oh, sorry, I forgot, she's all hypersensitive now, she's talking to a ghost. She's gonna do that a lot, so ask her if she sees or hears or feels any presences when you guys move in together."

"Move in together? I'm still trying to get over the fact that she wants to have babies. We hadn't discussed that. We hadn't even agreed to a relationship, she just assumed that. Why does she expect me to get her pregnant if we aren't even properly together?"

"I dunno, but judging by the look on her face, she does and she hopes it'll be soon." Eddie spoke awkwardly.

Trudy's ghost friend was talking with her.

"It'll be OK, he's just confused. You'll have children soon, all of them hypersensitive, just like you. He's probably going to pick up on it and you'll all be spiritual mediums. Good luck, love." He told her, then walked out via the wall.

Trudy smiled at the two men.

"You must be thinking me really rude, but I was in a conversation. I'm sorry. So Jazzykins, have you been thinking of names for our babies?"

"Um... what babies?" He asked her.

"The babies we'll have, silly. Come on, you must have some names, Jazzy."She said brightly. Her face clouded over. "Patricia? Is she OK?"

"Trudy, babe, there's no easy way to say this. But..." Jasper said.

"Oh no... Oh, gosh... Eddie, you must be feeling awful right now, lovie. Come on, hugs." She got them both in a hug, then Jasper broke it, his hands on her ribs.

"No-no. Remember, relax. You can't go all active so soon. You do have to keep the stitches in." He told her, rubbing her ribs lightly.

"I know. Can I have a kiss?" She asked, making her eyes go huge at him.

"OK, only because I love you." He kissed her. Eddie looked away pointedly, trying not to focus on the mushy kissing couple.

Trudy smiled into the kiss, loving every moment of it.

Jasper reached up and pushed her shoulders gently to get her off. She pulled back and said "Give us another ten minutes."

He laughed. "You're cute, but you're going to sleep. Now. Go on." He lay her back gently.

"Please, just one more kiss?" She begged.

"My little Trudynut. Sleepy time, now." He made her lie down. She rolled over, facing away from him and she went to sleep. She covered her head with her duvet as she slept. Jasper couldn't get close enough to kiss her now, so he took Eddie home.

The next day, she was in the same position. The nurse was trying to talk to her, but the only word that came out in actual sense was 'Jazzy.'

Eddie wasn't coping so well. His girlfriend was dead, his soul mate. He'd loved Patricia more than anything else. He would sell his soul to have her back. He adored his little Yacker/Blabs/Hermione. She was all his own. Nothing else made him love it as much as she had.

It was KT that came through for him. She was there at his side, rubbing his back and listening to his sobs about his Yacker. KT understood how much he had loved Patricia and she was willing to help him with his grief as much as she could. Even if it took her forever.

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Hey all! I know this was long and not so fantastic but best I can do right now. Review if you enjoyed, don't eat purple sand and PM me with ideas. Purple sand attracts the Trollturi. Weird, I know. Just have a look at my Fabina holidays story tomorrow for more on them. :) So until next update Random Dizzy. :)