SOOOOOOOOOOOO Sorry about the long wait. I didn't know what to do at first so I just went with the flow. I also wanted to bring Lorraine into the story because I like her! Sorry about all the swearing but this is a T story. I also want to send a big thanx to all my reviewers, may you all live a long healthy lives, and not be kidnapped, and chopped into tiny bits, and urinated on, and fed to angry chipmunks. And may you all continue reviewing!

When Lorraine woke up her head felt like all hell had broken out and she had a weird taste in her mouth. 'That's the last time I drink ever. Wait a second… I didn't drink anything.' Her hand quickly shot up to the rather large bump on the back of her head. 'I guess it wasn't a dream. What was Zoë doing here? And who was that weird boy? Why does he have a weird fixation with seeing me bleed?' Lorraine's eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings. She expected to see the trees of the park but there were none. Instead her eyes were greeted to a cold stonewall. She jumped up but her head felt like it was exploding so she sat back down.

'Okay, just take deep breaths. Stay calm. Let's try this again.' Spreading her hands on the floor she reached around for something to hold on to. Her fingers brushed what felt like a stone bench. Grabbing it she picked herself up and sat on the bench. By know her eyes were completely adjusted and she inspected her surroundings more closely.

She was in a small stone room with one door and the windows were boarded up. The stones were smooth and faded and it looked as if there had once been designs on the wall that had faded away long ago. The weirdest thing about this small room though was the interior decorations. There was a plush rug on the floor that looked like it came from the middle ages. There were also two slightly worn chairs and a couch with a small hole on the arm and the stuffing was coming out. There were also two brass lamps on a small metal table next to the couch.

Lorraine moved herself over to the couch and picked up one of the lamps. She turned it over to look for a switch and spilled all the oil out of it.

"Shit!" She swore under her breath. 'Who the hell uses oil lamps anyway?" Lorraine cursed again and reached for the other lamp. Groping around the table she found a half empty pack of matches right next to where the lamps had been. It was hard lighting the lamp in the dark but Lorraine was finally able to get it. With the new light in the room Lorraine was able to take in the whole room. Looking at the stone bench in the middle of the bench she realized it wasn't a bench at all. It was a stone casket casing. She was in a crypt.

"FUCK! I gotta stay calm. I can't freak out. I just have to take deep breaths. I gotta stop talking to myself." She jumped up off the couch and ran to the window. Ignoring the pain in her head she desperately tried to peel the boards off the frame. It was no use, the crypt may have been old but the wood was new and solid. There were absolutely no holes to let any sunlight in. With a scream she slammed her fists against the window.

"Would you keep it down? While you might have slept like a log, others were busy carrying you ass all the way over here and would like to sleep." A muffled male voice called out to her. Lorraine cautiously looked around the small room and her eyes fell on the casket casing. 'Someone couldn't be it there, could they?' Walking over she gave the lid of the casing a small push. She found it was on greased hinges. Although it was still extremely heavy to lift, it was easier than trying to pick the whole lid up. And inside was… a coffin. 'Well what did I expect? A person? No, it's just a coffin with a damn dead body in it. Oh great a damn dead body! But wait, dead bodies aren't supposed to lift the lids of their coffins! Oh shit, this day just keeps getting better and better!'

Lorraine quickly closed the lid and sat on it. She didn't know who or what was in there and she didn't want to find out. But who ever was in the coffin was much stronger them Lorraine. She was promptly dumped on the floor like a rag doll. Looking up she saw the same strange boy that had bite her and hit her on the head. He must be the one who kidnapped her.

"Why the hell did you kidnap me you creepy bastard! I know your not Zoë's brother!" Lorraine almost shouted at him.

"Well congratulation, someone give this girl a prize!" Simon sarcastically sneered (try saying that three times fast). "And I didn't kidnap you. The front door was open the whole time." He said while making a motion to the door with his hand.

"Oh," Lorraine sure felt stupid now, she hadn't even thought of trying the door. "OOOOOOkay, than why do I have a weird taste in my mouth, I bet you drugged me!" 'AHA got you now creepy blood boy!'

"You wouldn't stop swearing in your sleep, so I washed your mouth out with soap." A slight smile grew on his face as he remembered the look on hers.

"I thought it tasted slightly familiar… Oh well. So wait, I can just leave?" Lorraine questioned.

"Yup, be my guest."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Okay, I'm leaving now, and you can't stop me!"

"I wasn't going to try" Simon sighed warily. What was this girls problem?

"Unless you want to tell me why you brought me here and why you live in a crypt and where you got all these nice things." She gave him those innocent puppy dog eyes. 'So that's it' Simon mentally slapped himself for not hitting her harder.

"Well if you must know, I was saving you from drunk college boys who were thinking with there penises and not their heads. Okay? Alright, goodbye." Simon walked over and opened the door for her. Lorraine obviously did not get the message. She sat down on one of the chairs and stared intently at Simon.

"So you weren't going to rape me?" She asked just to make sure.

"No, I wasn't, don't sound so disappointed." Simon rolled his eyes and held the door open wider. The people in the 21st century could be so oblivious some times.

"I'm not disappointed, don't get me wrong your really hot, but this is all to creepy. I mean why were you with Zoë, why did you knock me out if you weren't going to rape me, why do you live in a crypt…"

"SHUT UP! My god, do you never stop talking!" Simon snapped at her.

"I'm sorry, but can I just ask…"

"NO, do you want me to rape you?" Simon almost shouted at her. Lorraine let out an EEP and scurried over to the door.

"But wait, I don't know were I am…" She started to say but never got the chance.

"NOT MY PROBLEM" Simon said as he slammed the door. Only seconds later there was a knock on the door.

"WILL YOU GO AWAY!" Simon yelled getting extremely frustrated.

"God, I knew you weren't an early evening person but this is ridiculous!" A voice called from the other side of the door.

"Zoë?" Simon asked as he opened the door.

"And Lorraine!" Lorraine shouted as she strode back into the crypt.

A little long but that's okay because the plot goes absolutely nowhere. As always REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!