The Clairvoyant's Niece

Rated: R

Confession: I DO NOT OWN 13 GHOSTS!

Author: Hello, Goth Roze here, hope you enjoy my third 13Ghost story. Please give me a review so I could make them better next time, its been a while since I've been writing anything! Thank you!! Enjoy!

Summary: Teens go off to have some fun in the cemetery, with beer, cigarettes and a few other things. But what happens when that quickly turns into a family reunion and a slaughterhouse? R/R

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13 Ghosts:

The Clairvoyant's Niece

Chapter 15: I'll Never Run

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Royce watched her sleep; she was starting to affect him…but why? That thing back at the house was only suppose to be a one night stand, but she didn't let him finished and now here he was, protecting her from the sick twisted mind of Ryan. She shifted position, making her face him now; he kneeled in front of her and moved a few strands of hair from her face.

You really don't look like him.

He rested his head in front of her face and watched her taking breaths in and out. Royce cupped her cheek, it was warm and soft, and rubbed his thumb against her skin; she moved a little but continued sleeping. He closed his eyes for a few minutes and felt her warmness leave his cold dead hand. Quickly opening his eyes he saw her eyes staring back at him; those were shone with happiness, but was replaced with apathy and looked away.

She rubbed her eyes and looked back, "Royce? What's wrong?"

Nothing, he answered sounding a little to rough, and stood up still watching her from the corner of his eyes.

"Oh," Anna whispered, and quickly changed her tone, "Then why are you in here."

He glared back at her, this is my house and I can be anywhere I want.

"Whatever," Anna muttered under her breath and stood from the bed, making sure not to disturb Paige next to her. "What time is it?"

How would I know?

"Helpful, really." Anna said, sarcasm dripping from he words. She went downstairs to the kitchen and looked around for a clock, when she found one it read 2 in the morning. She went into the living room and saw Royce sitting on the couch flipping channels. Sighing to herself she sat next to him and watched his surf the channels, "Where's Dennis?"

I don't know.

She shook her head and sat closer to Royce, it was getting cold and she was only wearing a tank top and short skirt; Royce saw her actions and gave her his ripped jacket, better than nothing right? Anna took the jacket and thanked him; Royce just shrugged it off and placed her hand around her. She rested her head on his chest and was pleased that Royce actually found something to watch. It was a horror movie, figures.

Half way through the movie, Anna was starting to fall back to sleep and Royce noticed this. When she was finally asleep, Royce turned the television off and picked her up bridal style. Anna felt someone moving her, she opened her eyes slightly and saw Royce carrying her somewhere; he looked down at her and smile.

"Kodak moment," Anna mumbled to herself burying her head in her chest.

Of course Royce didn't know what she was talking about, but continued taking Anna to a bed. He fazed into his room and walked towards this bed; Anna moved her head and caught site of many awards on the wall and posters of James Dean on the wall.

She felt Royce put her down on a soft bed and starting to leave; she grabbed her hand and whimpered, "Don't…leave."

Royce looked back at Anna and saw she was serious, he turned back and laid next to her, wrapping his arm around her waist as she cuddled next to him. It had been awhile since he was in bed with a girl cuddled next to him like this, it made him fell like he was a little normal.

I don't want your pity.

"What? I'm not giving you my pity." Anna said looking up at Royce.

Why do you want me to stay.

"Because I want you here with me."

It's been a while since I've heard that. Most girls now see one look at my burned side and run, but of course I have some fun with them before killing them…

Anna laughed nervously, "Well I didn't run when I saw you, remember?"

Yeah…

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I stared at her, holding back my frown and my own confusion, why wasn't she screaming like all the others?

"Oh my---"

We stood there, only giggles from a far and yelling from males could be heard in the cool night; she took a step towards me, something that really shocked me. Usually they all run away, giving me something to do before I kill them. But this one was different; she stood right next to me, staring into my pale blue eyes and I did nothing.

She reached up to touch my face, her hand went right through me; but I felt warmed hit my burned flesh as she pulled away.

"Whoa, you really are a ghost..." she muttered, a meek smile on her lips and her eyes sting into my own.

I stared down at her, she didn't seem to be scared just amazed.

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He looked back down at Anna; she was fast asleep, her head and hands on his chest. Rewrapping his arms around her, he closed his eyes and stayed with her for the night.

"I'll never run…"

Royce opened his eyes and looked at Anna. What?

She looked up and gave him a sweet smile, "I'll never leave. Only if you want me to."

He returned the smile, Good.