The ghosts knew that they should sleep because they had to go after
The Master soon. They couldn't just let him go off and come back with more
vampires before they were ready. However, they were so excited that none
of them could get to sleep.
The only person that truly wanted to sleep, but couldn't, was Royce. He knew that if he slept, his Rayne would come back to him sooner. However, he was filled with desire. He was so anxious to hear her beautiful voice be full of meaning again. The vampire had her voice, but it didn't have her soul. It lacked her essence and her true beauty. Distracted, Royce did not notice Breaker appear in front of him.
"Hey!" Breaker cried, waving his hand in front of Royce's eyes. The sound made Royce jump. It wasn't really a jump in fear though, but surprise.
"Sorry. I must've zoned out," Royce said. He scratched the back of his head as his thoughts began to fade.
"Zoned out... You were out of it for a good hour!" Breaker exclaimed.
"Yeah... Sorry," Royce said, shrugging his shoulders. He'd felt comfortable while daydreaming. His thoughts made him feel safe and warm. He was somewhat annoyed with Breaker, but somewhat thankful.
"You should get some sleep. Isabella, Margaret, Harold, and Billy are already asleep. Tomorrow's a big day for all of us. And you've got your little reunion, too," Breaker smiled and lightly punched Royce's good shoulder. Or at least, it was a gentle hit to Breaker, but Royce fell over with the blow. Clutching his shoulder, he looked up in not anger or frustration, but friendship.
"Yeah. I'll see you in the morning then," Royce said as he turned over on his bad side and went to sleep.
'Soon.' He thought. 'Soon my Rayne will be here again.'
~*~*~
Pushing, slowly digging out of the darkness. She was frightened and thrilled at the same time. There was the possibility that she wouldn't be able to make it out of that hole because she wasn't strong enough. She'd already left what remained of her body and had managed to dig about a foot. Her arms had grown weak and she was losing oxygen quickly. Panting and perspiring, she began to dig with all of her strength in a final attempt to set herself free.
The carbon dioxide filled her lungs in a rush and she began to black out. Panicked, she fell back to her body and reentered.
~*~*~
Sleep was so far away. Dana, Susan, and Jimmy had all managed to fall asleep, but Royce, Ryan, Breaker, and George all remained awake and very much so aware. They all felt something strange. It was something that they had never felt before and they could not define it. All of them were very alert, searching for what it was that might have been making them feel that way. Even Ryan was calm for once.
"I almost wish I were still locked up in the fucking idiot's basement," Breaker said, looking around at everything and for the first time, taking it all in.
"Why's that?" Ryan hissed, looking in one direction and sniffing the air.
"We ain't feel nothin' when we was there," George said.
"Yeah," Breaker continued. "We knew things, but we didn't feel this crazy shit. We all get these strange ass feelings and they all mean something."
Without really knowing why, they all began to walk in the direction of which Ryan had been testing the air. They walked in the direction of the run down police station, the place where the battle had taken place. It was still dark, but they could all see well enough.
They all walked, none of them really aware of where they were going. They just walked and they couldn't stop themselves, not that they would've tried.
They walked to the police station and then walked past it, but not far. They stopped in the field about fifty yards from the building. There was a dirt spot, about five and a half feet long and two feet wide. That spot had been dug up earlier that day. Royce was the only one that knew, right off, what the spot was, but it didn't take the others long to figure it out.
"So is this where the feeling is coming from?" Royce asked himself, kneeling and putting his hand on the fresh soil. The others did the same, except for Ryan, who began to dig.
"What're you doing?!" Royce cried spastically. He pushed Ryan and looked at him with pain in his eyes.
"I know what the fuck I'm doing, Greaser! Don't fucking push me again!" Ryan shouted, pushing Royce away and continuing to dig. Royce sat on the grounding pouting like a child.
~*~*~
Opening her eyes, she began to choke. The dirt was falling on her and it was getting in her eyes. It stung and she tried to wipe it away, but her arms were farther away than usual. She looked around and with the little vision she had, she saw that her head was disconnected from the rest of her body.
'Fuck!' She thought to herself. 'I'm supposed to be outside of my body! I have to get out!' She suddenly felt trapped and claustrophobic. But she could breathe, or rather, she didn't need to breathe as long as she was in her body.
Something inside of her was telling her it dig. 'But which way is up?!' She asked her mental self.
"Oh yeah!" She cried out. "Which ever side the dirt is falling from!" She began to dig with all of her strength, which wasn't much. She dug out a small whole and then collapsed, exhausted.
'I have to leave my body again,' She thought. 'This time I'm going to make it though... I can feel it.'
Forcing her soul out of her body, she quickly began to suffocate. Without the weight of her body holding her down, she was able to move more freely. The fact that her head was between her shoulders also helped. She began to dig again as her lungs filled with carbon dioxide very quickly.
Choking and coughing, she began to slip out of consciousness again. However, just as she began to let go, for dirt fell through, and a hand grabbed hers. Before she could understand what was going on, she blacked out again.
~*~*~
'You're so beautiful,' He said. Susan was dreaming about the one guy that she'd ever truly cared for. The one that she'd hurt; the one who'd killed her.
'Eric!' She called out as he slow began to fade away. She reached out and grabbed nothing. She fell to the ground, exasperated and began to cry.
'Oh stop!' Eric said to her. He kicked her in her side. 'I'm not the one that cheated on you. I didn't fuck some girl while I was in love with you!' His face was distorted with rage. He kicked her again.
'Eric!' She whimpered, clutching her side. She looked up, her eyeliner running down her cheeks two black rivers.
His expression softened and his eyes filled with emotions. He kneeled down and placed his hand on her cheek.
'Oh, you are so beautiful.' He said, looking into her eyes. 'If only you weren't such a BACK STABBING CUNT!!' He slapped her and she buried her face in her lap.
'Eric! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for-' She said, not finishing her sentence.
'You didn't mean for me to catch you?' He said, his eyes narrowing. 'You're nothing but a fucking slut! You belong out on the streets!'
'But then Ryan would kill me,' She mumbled under her breathe.
'Who the fuck is Ryan?! Another one of those guys you're fucking behind my back?' He demanded. Susan frowned and looked at the ground.
'This is a dream.' She said. 'Eric, this isn't real! I'm already dead! You can't kill me again!' She stood up and rushed at him.
'You're not dead yet! I haven't killed you yet!' He cried out as she tackled him. Susan cried out in rage and struck him multiple times.
'You're not dead yet! So you're not real! I am dead, jackass! Look at the ropes!' She shouted. Eric looked at her as if she'd lost her mind.
'There are no ropes, bitch! They're still in my car!' He shouted. Susan stopped and realized that she'd been hitting him. If she'd done that, then her arms couldn't have been bound behind her back. She felt around her neck and there was no rope or any gouges in her skin that a rope would have created.
'Oh wow! I have the ability to kill YOU this time!' She cried. But then she softened, wrapping her arms around him and softly kissing his cut and bruising cheek. 'But I won't. I love you, Eric. I really do. I'm sorry about what I did. I was a terrible person. But I can't change the past and I can't change what you did to me. You fucking killed me, darling.' Her eyes were so full of love that Eric, with his guilty conscious, had to turn away.
'I love you too,' He whispered softly, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing until she couldn't breathe. She'd counted on this and bit into his neck until she felt her teeth skin deep into his soft flesh. He yelped in pain and pushed her away.
'That's right, Fucker! It's my turn to kill YOU!' Susan ran at him and, taking his head in both of her hands quickly broke his neck. He didn't make another sound and his limp body fell to the ground.
'THAT'S RIGHT!' She shouted. 'I'M THE FUCKING MASTER NOW!' She threw her head up toward the sky and laughed hysterically as she began to return to her conscious self.
'I killed him.' She thought, sitting up from where she was lying in between Dana and Jimmy. 'I finally won.' With that, she triumphantly lay down and went back to sleep.
~*~*~
Ryan dug deep into the ground before he revealed a thin, pale arm. It was not physical. No, it was a spirit. It was the arm of a spirit. Royce became so excited with the sight of this that he fainted. Meanwhile, Breaker and George helped Ryan to remove the limp soul from the ground.
"Pull her through!" Ryan cried. "Her head is coming out now! She's unconscious!"
"How the hell does that happen?" Breaker thought out loud.
"No air, man. Da girl needs her some air!" George responded, pulling. It was quite difficult to get her out because the hole was not very wide. She was also somewhat inside of her body and they were still attracting each other. Soon enough, however, they managed to pull her out of the ground and place her in the grass.
Standing up, they all peered down at Royce and Rayne, reunited once again. A smile played across George's lips as he looked upon them happily. Ryan cackled and then turned in the direction of their 'camp'. Breaker shook his head in mock disgust and want back with Ryan.
"What a beauty loves is," George whispered, his eyes glistening. He also turned around and headed back.
~*~*~
It was dark here, wherever here was, but it was comforting. He felt something like a hand on his face. It was soft and it was small. He couldn't see anything with his eyes opened, but when he closed them, everything was clear.
There was a purple light in the background and although he could not see much, he could still see her. Her eyes were cobalt in the dark and he could see them shining. Royce was enthralled as he reached up to touch her sweet face. She smiled happily and held his hand to her face with her own hand.
She leaned down until her lips were right next to his ear. He could feel her warm breath and it sent a sensation through his entire body.
"Royce, my love..." She whispered softly.
"Rayne, darling..." He whispered back. She stroked his hair. He wasn't sure, but he thought that her hand was rubbing the bad side of his face.
"...you're beautiful," He finished. Now he could feel it ever so slightly. What made it so strange, aside from the fact that someone was touching his hideousness, was that it didn't hurt. It was soothing and he wished she would never stop.
"You're more than beautiful," She said. "You're everything in this world and in others."
"Where are we?" Royce asked, realizing they weren't on earth. She looked around.
"It's a safe dimension, love. It's just somewhere we happened to meet while both unconscious. We should go back now. Others may want to come here," Rayne said, taking his hand. "Don't be afraid."
Rayne pressed her lips to Royce's and they seemed to fly. He could feel himself being lifted off the ground and it felt as though they were carried up forever until they were suddenly dropped. He closed his eyes.
~*~*~
Opening his eyes, Royce found himself back home. He looked to his side where the beautiful form of Rayne lay. She began to stir and he smiled. She lifted her head and smiled up at him.
"We're back," She whispered, getting to her feet slowly and looking around. "Yes... we're back and reunited at last!"
~*~*~
AN: Sorry it took so long to get that chapter finished, but now it's done. I don't know how long it will take to get the next chapter up, but I'll try my hardest to get it done ASAP. Please R&R Thank you!
The only person that truly wanted to sleep, but couldn't, was Royce. He knew that if he slept, his Rayne would come back to him sooner. However, he was filled with desire. He was so anxious to hear her beautiful voice be full of meaning again. The vampire had her voice, but it didn't have her soul. It lacked her essence and her true beauty. Distracted, Royce did not notice Breaker appear in front of him.
"Hey!" Breaker cried, waving his hand in front of Royce's eyes. The sound made Royce jump. It wasn't really a jump in fear though, but surprise.
"Sorry. I must've zoned out," Royce said. He scratched the back of his head as his thoughts began to fade.
"Zoned out... You were out of it for a good hour!" Breaker exclaimed.
"Yeah... Sorry," Royce said, shrugging his shoulders. He'd felt comfortable while daydreaming. His thoughts made him feel safe and warm. He was somewhat annoyed with Breaker, but somewhat thankful.
"You should get some sleep. Isabella, Margaret, Harold, and Billy are already asleep. Tomorrow's a big day for all of us. And you've got your little reunion, too," Breaker smiled and lightly punched Royce's good shoulder. Or at least, it was a gentle hit to Breaker, but Royce fell over with the blow. Clutching his shoulder, he looked up in not anger or frustration, but friendship.
"Yeah. I'll see you in the morning then," Royce said as he turned over on his bad side and went to sleep.
'Soon.' He thought. 'Soon my Rayne will be here again.'
~*~*~
Pushing, slowly digging out of the darkness. She was frightened and thrilled at the same time. There was the possibility that she wouldn't be able to make it out of that hole because she wasn't strong enough. She'd already left what remained of her body and had managed to dig about a foot. Her arms had grown weak and she was losing oxygen quickly. Panting and perspiring, she began to dig with all of her strength in a final attempt to set herself free.
The carbon dioxide filled her lungs in a rush and she began to black out. Panicked, she fell back to her body and reentered.
~*~*~
Sleep was so far away. Dana, Susan, and Jimmy had all managed to fall asleep, but Royce, Ryan, Breaker, and George all remained awake and very much so aware. They all felt something strange. It was something that they had never felt before and they could not define it. All of them were very alert, searching for what it was that might have been making them feel that way. Even Ryan was calm for once.
"I almost wish I were still locked up in the fucking idiot's basement," Breaker said, looking around at everything and for the first time, taking it all in.
"Why's that?" Ryan hissed, looking in one direction and sniffing the air.
"We ain't feel nothin' when we was there," George said.
"Yeah," Breaker continued. "We knew things, but we didn't feel this crazy shit. We all get these strange ass feelings and they all mean something."
Without really knowing why, they all began to walk in the direction of which Ryan had been testing the air. They walked in the direction of the run down police station, the place where the battle had taken place. It was still dark, but they could all see well enough.
They all walked, none of them really aware of where they were going. They just walked and they couldn't stop themselves, not that they would've tried.
They walked to the police station and then walked past it, but not far. They stopped in the field about fifty yards from the building. There was a dirt spot, about five and a half feet long and two feet wide. That spot had been dug up earlier that day. Royce was the only one that knew, right off, what the spot was, but it didn't take the others long to figure it out.
"So is this where the feeling is coming from?" Royce asked himself, kneeling and putting his hand on the fresh soil. The others did the same, except for Ryan, who began to dig.
"What're you doing?!" Royce cried spastically. He pushed Ryan and looked at him with pain in his eyes.
"I know what the fuck I'm doing, Greaser! Don't fucking push me again!" Ryan shouted, pushing Royce away and continuing to dig. Royce sat on the grounding pouting like a child.
~*~*~
Opening her eyes, she began to choke. The dirt was falling on her and it was getting in her eyes. It stung and she tried to wipe it away, but her arms were farther away than usual. She looked around and with the little vision she had, she saw that her head was disconnected from the rest of her body.
'Fuck!' She thought to herself. 'I'm supposed to be outside of my body! I have to get out!' She suddenly felt trapped and claustrophobic. But she could breathe, or rather, she didn't need to breathe as long as she was in her body.
Something inside of her was telling her it dig. 'But which way is up?!' She asked her mental self.
"Oh yeah!" She cried out. "Which ever side the dirt is falling from!" She began to dig with all of her strength, which wasn't much. She dug out a small whole and then collapsed, exhausted.
'I have to leave my body again,' She thought. 'This time I'm going to make it though... I can feel it.'
Forcing her soul out of her body, she quickly began to suffocate. Without the weight of her body holding her down, she was able to move more freely. The fact that her head was between her shoulders also helped. She began to dig again as her lungs filled with carbon dioxide very quickly.
Choking and coughing, she began to slip out of consciousness again. However, just as she began to let go, for dirt fell through, and a hand grabbed hers. Before she could understand what was going on, she blacked out again.
~*~*~
'You're so beautiful,' He said. Susan was dreaming about the one guy that she'd ever truly cared for. The one that she'd hurt; the one who'd killed her.
'Eric!' She called out as he slow began to fade away. She reached out and grabbed nothing. She fell to the ground, exasperated and began to cry.
'Oh stop!' Eric said to her. He kicked her in her side. 'I'm not the one that cheated on you. I didn't fuck some girl while I was in love with you!' His face was distorted with rage. He kicked her again.
'Eric!' She whimpered, clutching her side. She looked up, her eyeliner running down her cheeks two black rivers.
His expression softened and his eyes filled with emotions. He kneeled down and placed his hand on her cheek.
'Oh, you are so beautiful.' He said, looking into her eyes. 'If only you weren't such a BACK STABBING CUNT!!' He slapped her and she buried her face in her lap.
'Eric! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for-' She said, not finishing her sentence.
'You didn't mean for me to catch you?' He said, his eyes narrowing. 'You're nothing but a fucking slut! You belong out on the streets!'
'But then Ryan would kill me,' She mumbled under her breathe.
'Who the fuck is Ryan?! Another one of those guys you're fucking behind my back?' He demanded. Susan frowned and looked at the ground.
'This is a dream.' She said. 'Eric, this isn't real! I'm already dead! You can't kill me again!' She stood up and rushed at him.
'You're not dead yet! I haven't killed you yet!' He cried out as she tackled him. Susan cried out in rage and struck him multiple times.
'You're not dead yet! So you're not real! I am dead, jackass! Look at the ropes!' She shouted. Eric looked at her as if she'd lost her mind.
'There are no ropes, bitch! They're still in my car!' He shouted. Susan stopped and realized that she'd been hitting him. If she'd done that, then her arms couldn't have been bound behind her back. She felt around her neck and there was no rope or any gouges in her skin that a rope would have created.
'Oh wow! I have the ability to kill YOU this time!' She cried. But then she softened, wrapping her arms around him and softly kissing his cut and bruising cheek. 'But I won't. I love you, Eric. I really do. I'm sorry about what I did. I was a terrible person. But I can't change the past and I can't change what you did to me. You fucking killed me, darling.' Her eyes were so full of love that Eric, with his guilty conscious, had to turn away.
'I love you too,' He whispered softly, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing until she couldn't breathe. She'd counted on this and bit into his neck until she felt her teeth skin deep into his soft flesh. He yelped in pain and pushed her away.
'That's right, Fucker! It's my turn to kill YOU!' Susan ran at him and, taking his head in both of her hands quickly broke his neck. He didn't make another sound and his limp body fell to the ground.
'THAT'S RIGHT!' She shouted. 'I'M THE FUCKING MASTER NOW!' She threw her head up toward the sky and laughed hysterically as she began to return to her conscious self.
'I killed him.' She thought, sitting up from where she was lying in between Dana and Jimmy. 'I finally won.' With that, she triumphantly lay down and went back to sleep.
~*~*~
Ryan dug deep into the ground before he revealed a thin, pale arm. It was not physical. No, it was a spirit. It was the arm of a spirit. Royce became so excited with the sight of this that he fainted. Meanwhile, Breaker and George helped Ryan to remove the limp soul from the ground.
"Pull her through!" Ryan cried. "Her head is coming out now! She's unconscious!"
"How the hell does that happen?" Breaker thought out loud.
"No air, man. Da girl needs her some air!" George responded, pulling. It was quite difficult to get her out because the hole was not very wide. She was also somewhat inside of her body and they were still attracting each other. Soon enough, however, they managed to pull her out of the ground and place her in the grass.
Standing up, they all peered down at Royce and Rayne, reunited once again. A smile played across George's lips as he looked upon them happily. Ryan cackled and then turned in the direction of their 'camp'. Breaker shook his head in mock disgust and want back with Ryan.
"What a beauty loves is," George whispered, his eyes glistening. He also turned around and headed back.
~*~*~
It was dark here, wherever here was, but it was comforting. He felt something like a hand on his face. It was soft and it was small. He couldn't see anything with his eyes opened, but when he closed them, everything was clear.
There was a purple light in the background and although he could not see much, he could still see her. Her eyes were cobalt in the dark and he could see them shining. Royce was enthralled as he reached up to touch her sweet face. She smiled happily and held his hand to her face with her own hand.
She leaned down until her lips were right next to his ear. He could feel her warm breath and it sent a sensation through his entire body.
"Royce, my love..." She whispered softly.
"Rayne, darling..." He whispered back. She stroked his hair. He wasn't sure, but he thought that her hand was rubbing the bad side of his face.
"...you're beautiful," He finished. Now he could feel it ever so slightly. What made it so strange, aside from the fact that someone was touching his hideousness, was that it didn't hurt. It was soothing and he wished she would never stop.
"You're more than beautiful," She said. "You're everything in this world and in others."
"Where are we?" Royce asked, realizing they weren't on earth. She looked around.
"It's a safe dimension, love. It's just somewhere we happened to meet while both unconscious. We should go back now. Others may want to come here," Rayne said, taking his hand. "Don't be afraid."
Rayne pressed her lips to Royce's and they seemed to fly. He could feel himself being lifted off the ground and it felt as though they were carried up forever until they were suddenly dropped. He closed his eyes.
~*~*~
Opening his eyes, Royce found himself back home. He looked to his side where the beautiful form of Rayne lay. She began to stir and he smiled. She lifted her head and smiled up at him.
"We're back," She whispered, getting to her feet slowly and looking around. "Yes... we're back and reunited at last!"
~*~*~
AN: Sorry it took so long to get that chapter finished, but now it's done. I don't know how long it will take to get the next chapter up, but I'll try my hardest to get it done ASAP. Please R&R Thank you!