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a/n: yeah, well, I had a half hour free so here's some more…

Recap:

'Yes!' the girls exclaimed, and went to get their luggage. 'Carter…Carter…Carter…' Ashley muttered as she rummaged through the suitcases. 'Gotcha!'

'Got mine,' Ashley said to Amy. 'How 'bout you?'

Amy bit her lip. 'Uh…not yet. Can you help me look?'

'Sure,' Ashley responded, and within seconds found her friends bag.

'How'd you do that?' Amy asked with a puzzled expression. 'There're, like, sixty bags…'

Ashley shrugged. 'Dunno' she said. 'Luck, I guess.' but inwardly, she began to feel a little uneasy. She'd always had an uncanny knack for finding things. 'Let's get the keys and head up.'

They tugged their suitcases up to Mr. Joyner and each got a key. 'You're on the second floor,' he told them. 'Rest up. Big day tomorrow.'

Ashley smiled, and tugged Amy's arm. 'Let's go,' she said. 'I'm exhausted.'

'Yeah,' Amy said, 'Me too.'

Chapter Six

Ashley flopped down on her king bed. It, too, was red and gold. Their room was very spacious; it had two king-sized beds with a lamp and side table beside them. A grandfather clock made of ebony stood in one corner. There were two separate, very big, bathrooms on the opposite side of the room. The showers were made of ivory marble and had gold faucets, like the marble sinks. The carpet was a dark red, and was surprisingly clean for a hotel. There was only was window, but it was big enough for the girls.

Amy let out a breath, looking around the room. 'Tight,' she said.

'Yeah,' Ashley agreed. She looked at the grandfather clock. 'Hey, I'm gonna go to Zac's room and give him back his jacket and let him know my room number, kay?'

'Kay…' Amy sounded a little dejected.

Ashley smiled inwardly. 'Wanna come?' she offered. 'You can talk to Derrik.'

Amy blushed. 'Sure,' she mumbled, and followed Ashley out the door.

'Oookay,' Ashley said as they passed the hotel doors. 'What was their room number again?'

'234,' Amy responded promptly, then blushed as Ashley gave her a mischievous smile.

'Shoulda known,' she teased.

'Well, so should you,' Amy retorted. 'Zac's your boyfriend, after all.'

'Yeah, well….here we are.' Ashley stopped in front of Room 234 and knocked.

The door opened. Amy went pink. 'H-hi…' she stammered. 'I, uh—Ashley's here to, uh…' It was Derrik Thomspon. Anyone could see why Amy had a crush on the guy. Derrik was tall and buff, had light brown hair down to his shoulders, and ocean-blue eyes. He was wearing baggy jeans and an emerald green shirt that somehow set off his eyes.

'I'm here to give Zac my room number and give him his jacket back,' Ashley finished for her friend. 'And Amy decided to come with me.'

'Y-yeah,' Amy's weak voice came.

'Tight,' Derrik said, then calling over his shoulder, 'Zac, Ashley's here!' He looked at Amy. 'Hey, you okay?' he asked her, looking concerned. 'You don't look so good.'

Ashley felt a pang of pity as her friend went even pinker.

'Y-yeah, I…I think I'm gonna go back to our room and get to bed,' Amy said softly.

Derrik looked worried. 'No,' he said, 'c'mon in. Lay down for a bit.'

Just then, Zac appeared behind Derrik. 'Hey, Ash,' he said. He looked around at them. 'Uh, is everything okay? Amy, you don't look so good.'

'I'm fine,' Amy said, and she actually started to look a little better now that there were four people.

'C'mon in,' Zac said, and ushered both of them inside.

'Oh, here's your jacket,' Ashley said, handing it to him.

'Thanks.'

'I wrote down my room number and phone number, too.' Ashley took a small, square piece of paper out of her jeans pocket. 'Here.'

'Sweet.'

Ashley looked over at Amy. Surprisingly, she was talking privately in the corner to Derrik, who looked extremely happy about something. She guiltily listened in.

'So, I'll see you tomorrow?' Derrik asked.

'Yeah.'

'Tight.'

'Hey, Zac, we're gonna head back now, kay?' Ashley said as Amy walked over, a big grin on her face. 'We're gonna be busy tomorrow, so…'

'Alright,' Zac said, and he gave her a hug good-night. 'See ya tomorrow.' He squeezed her hand one last time before closing the door.

Ashley waited until they were safely back in their sound-proof room before rounding on her friend. 'Okay, what happened!? Tell me everything!'

Amy blushed. 'He, uh, he asked me out…'

Ashley shrieked. 'Omigosh, are you serious!?'

'Yeah…'

Ashley hugged her friend, still squealing. 'That's awesome!'

Amy smiled. 'Yeah, it is. I was, like, so freaked out when I got there. I can't believe he actually asked me.'

Ashley smiled back. 'It's because he's such a great guy, Ames.'

'Yeah…' Amy said. She still sounded a little dazed.

Ashley gave her one last tight hug before deciding to get ready for bed. When she finally lay down, and closed her eyes, she fell asleep right away.

'Lily, run! It's him. Take the twins and go! I'll hold him off!'

'James, I can't! I won't let you die!'

'Lily, please!' A tall man with untidy black hair looked at an auburn-haired woman desperately. 'Do it for me.' He kissed her gently.

'Alright,' Lily whispered.

There was a loud explosion.

'NOW!' James shouted.

Lily ran, tears in her eyes, to her children's bedroom.

There was a flash of blinding green light and a yell.

'NO!' Lily screamed.

The bedroom door was blasted open.

A high, cold laugh. 'Stand aside, girl.'

'NO!' Lily screamed again, this time in defiance. 'Take me instead!'

'Stand aside, I said,' the voice was impatient.

'I won't! Please, I beg you, take me instead!'

There was another flash of green light. Then a scream. A scream that rang continuously in the air. And a laugh. That same high, cold laugh.

'NO!' Ashley screamed. She jolted up in her bed, shaking and sweating. Her heart was beating so fast she had to struggle to breathe.

Amy had been awoken by the scream. 'Ash, are you okay? What happened?' Her friend rushed over.

'Nothing,' Ashley half-lied. 'Nothing, it was a dream.'

'More like a nightmare,' Amy commented.

Ashley forced a smile. 'Yeah…. It's okay, go back to bed. I'll be fine.'

'You sure?' Amy looked concerned.

Ashley nodded. 'Positive.'

As Amy went back to her bed, Ashley lay shakily down again, the dream playing over and over in her head. It wasn't the first time she'd dreamed about the murders. What's going on? she thought desperately.

Alrighty…that's chapter six. It's not quite Christmas break yet, but I got my English paper done early. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer. And I'll probably be doing personal review thanks.

Thanks to every1 who reviewed.