Queen Of Hearts

Sequel to Lucky 13

Chap. 35

The last thing on my mind was food but from the nauseous feeling growing in my stomach it was the first thing on the baby's brain. I needed to eat something and fast.

Granola bar… no…

Pop Corn… Blah…

Hmmm… Snickers!

I smiled happily as I reached upwards into the cabinet and pulled out the candy bar. As my teeth bit into the chocolate I pulled out Chester's planner and set it neatly on the coffee table in the living room. My nausea subsided long enough for me to scarf down the Snickers and a bowl of Cereal.

Criss came barreling in at around 2am a little more tipsy than usual. His Misfit leather jacket was loosely slouching off of his shoulders and his eyes were heavy with lack of sleep.

"Hey, sorry… we all got to talking and then it was hell for me getting out of the bar, rumor spread like wildfire." He yawned as he ran a hand through his hair.

I shrugged as I shut the T.V. off. I had been watching a late night re-run of Supernanny. Man, those kids were terrors.

"It's alright babe."

"You look dead yourself, Sarah. Why didn't you head off to bed?" He questioned seriously as he took a seat next to me on the couch.

My head found its way onto his thigh and I shut my eyes. "We needed to talk remember?"

Criss ran his hand down my cheek and replied, "Oh, yeah! Something about Chester, You were kidding right?"

Stretching my arm out awkwardly I reached for the book on the coffee table in front of me. "I wish I was." I said as I handed it over to him.

"What's this?" He asked curiously.

"It's Chester's planner. I found it in his nightstand. After watching you tonight with David I decided to call Kevin and Brandon and ask them if they had sold another copy to anyone. Instead, Brandon told me that he got his copy of your journal from Chester of all people. That makes perfect sense, remember, Kevin told me that the person he sold the other copy to was a musician because supposedly we kissed to their song, therefore it must have been Linkin Park…" I explained as Criss flipped through the book with wide eyes.

"This… can't be… I mean… he just… he's-" Criss trailed off as he read over Chester's handwritten dates and suspicious plans.

"This is outrageous! That explains everything, even Elaine…" Criss added enraged.

"My point exactly." I replied.

Before I knew it he slammed the planner back onto the coffee table and stood up so fast I hardly had enough time to pick up my head.

"What are you doing?" I asked with stitched eyebrows.

"I'm gonna go talk to this fucker." Criss nearly shouted as he made his way to the door.

I followed him in a hurry trying to grab the back of his jacket. "Babe, that's probably not a good idea, I mean, you've been drinking and-"

"And I'm FINE. This is bullshit Sarah, I'm not putting up this any longer." He retorted.

"She's my friend Criss… I don't want to start anything with her. I'm sure she isn't in on it. Can't this wait?" I nearly begged.

He sighed roughly and relaxed his stance. "Look, all I'm going to do is go talk to him. I'm just going to ask him about it and then I'm going to probably-"

He was interrupted by the doorbell and for a moment I felt relieved until he opened the door to reveal Chester himself standing in the hallway.

"Hey, sorry to bother you guys… but your brother left his cell phone in the bar."

Criss shoot me a quick glance and I shook my head.

"Oh, thanks. I'll be sure he gets it." He gathered the phone from Chester's hand and placed it inside his jacket pocket.

"Thanks again for being so understanding tonight, man. Maybe sometime you and me can go for a bike ride up to the dam?" Chester offered.

I swear I could hear Criss's knuckles crack from across the room. "Maybe… yeah."

"Alright, well you two have a good night then…" He waved and we both half smiled in response.

"Maybe someday you can stop trying to kiss my fucking ass!" Criss snarled as he slammed the door shut.

~*~

The timer read 0:00 and my jaw dropped in horror as I saw the black figure strike the match. Skulls and roses were billowing all around the cathedral and suddenly I felt the heat of the flames growing closer to my face.

"Criss, run!" I screamed as I attempted to make my way past the pews and down towards the church doors. "RUN!"

The faceless figure was tormenting me as I tripped on the slippery rose petals and glanced desperately back at Criss. He seemed to be fighting with a pair of handcuffs and leg shackles. The figure kicked over another barrel and the flames spread so high I could no longer see the center of the church anymore.

"Criss! Forget it, it's over! Just run!" I cried out desperately as the fire engulfed between us.

"Sarah! Wake up!" Warm hands caressed my cheeks as I struggled to find the realm of reality again.

"Criss?" I whispered.

"Yeah, it's me… I'm right here. You okay? You're crying." He pointed out with a worried gasp.

It took me a moment to discover that tears were coating my face but once I had I nodded, "Yeah, I'm alright. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He laughed lightly. "You must have had a terrible nightmare, you were kicking me to pieces."

"I'm sorry… I've been having this same exact nightmare for months. I thought it was gone but I guess it came back… I don't know." I snuggled myself into the crook of his neck and drew in a calm breath.

"The same nightmare? Strange. Tell me about it?"

"It's creepy… it doesn't make any sense. It should be all done and over with now." I babbled.

"What?" He replied seeming more lost.

"Well, it started way back before your stunt with Oprah, I thought maybe I was just stressing out about that and the wedding and the like. Everything in it had so many correlations to your stunt that you were doing. It always starts off with me and you in a Catholic church and a priest handing me a timer, then there is this guy who's face I never can make out and he ends up starting the church on fire by tipping these barrels over. The barrels have both gasoline, skulls and rose petals in them. It's all so odd. This time you were handcuffed and leg shackled and I guess you were refusing to get out of the church until you escaped and I was begging you to just run but instead you stood there picking your locks and being burnt alive." I explained grimly.

His hand tightened around my back and I heard him pop his jaw. "I don't know what to say. That is all very detailed. It could be stress related. It could be many things rolled into one. One thing is for sure, that does sound like me… standing there wanting to finish the damned escape!" He tried to joke but I didn't find it at all funny so instead I dug my nails into his back causing him to groan.

"Ouch, Hey! Play nice! I was kidding! I wouldn't purposely burn myself to death. Come on! Who knows, it could very well be a premonition…" He pointed out rather nonchalantly.

"A premonition?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Sure, if you correlate it all together right. Maybe you are foreshadowing the future. It might not be in a church, the skulls might really be skulls and same with the rose petals, it could all be symbols for other things in life or if not a premonition, then other things that are on your mind. For instance, the dark figure could be the Mystical Avenger or it could be Holly, seeing as how you probably don't like her too much right now. Obviously, since it's dark and bringing me and you pain in your dream then it is someone who playing an antagonizing role in your real life." He explained through a yawn.

"That does make sense. Thank you. That's a better way of looking at it." My lips searched for his.

"Anytime."

"Goodnight, I love you." I rolled over onto my side bringing his arm with me.

"I love you more." He whispered.

As my eyes shut I thought over his words. I really had no idea why my nightmare decided to come back to haunt me. I just hoped that it wasn't a premonition and that it was only my subconscious trying to get the best of me.

Thank you for the reviews, sry these last few chaps have been shorter! I will try to get a longer chap in here soon!!!

Always,

Deppdependant