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Ch. 8

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'What a bastard!' she thought, 'I can't believe he would do that!' Nichole was furious at what had just happened. She finally reached the slayer house and waled in. She was so mad that she slammed the door behind her.

"Don't slam the door!" Bill yelled from the living room.

"Sorry!" she yelled back and she went to her room. Mokuba figured that she was mad so he went after her. He knocked on her room door.

"Go away," she said.

"Nichole, its me. Let me in," Mokuba said, "tell me what's wrong." Nichole opened the door and Mokuba walked in. He pulled a chair and sat down as Nichole lay down on her bed.

"Okay, now. Tell me why you're so mad," he said.

"It's nothing," Nichole said.

"Yeah, sure. That's why you're still mad?" Mokuba said.

"It's nothing...really," Nichole said.

"Nichole, tell me," Mokuba said once more.

"No," Nichole said.

"Nichole, you're not gunna feel better until you actually talk to someone about it. Trust me," Mokuba said.

"What are you? My psychiatrist?" Nichole said.

"Um...I could be," Mokuba said, smirking.

"No...you couldn't," Nichole said.

"Tell me!" Mokuba whined.

"Alright, fine!" Nichole said. She hated it when Mokuba whined.

"Well," Mokuba said.

"Okay, so...I was walking on the streets, like I usually do, and then it got all foggy all of a sudden. Then I saw this silhouette and so I went up to him and I asked him if he could turn around and then we got into this big argument," she took a deep breath, "and then, I tried to punch him and I did the first time, but the second and third, he caught my wrists and then, what really pissed me off was when he just pulled me closer to him and held me by my waist. I mean, what a bastard! He was a vampire too. Ugh! He pissed me off so badly!" she finally finished.

"Wait...hold up. He was a vampire? And you couldn't kill him? Wow, Nichole, are you losing your edge?" Mokuba asked sarcastically.

"Shut up," she said, now kind of smiling.

"So, um, how did this guy look?" Mokuba asked suddenly.

"Why do you care?" Nichole answered back.

"Just tell me. I wanna know."

"Okay. He was tall, like about 6'1" or 6'2". He had dark blue eyes, brown hair. He was wearing black slacks with a black dressy shirt...why do you wanna know anyway?"

"No reason, just curious," Mokuba answered casually. Nichole eyed him at first , but then gave up.

"Alright. I'm gunna sleep now. I'm really tired," Nichole said.

"Oh, sure. Goodnight," Mokuba answered as he walked out of her room.

"Night!" she called after him. Mokuba walked into his room and began pacing around. 'What if he tries to kill her?' he kept thinking, 'no I can't let it happen. Didn't he say he was coming tonight? What time is it?' Mokuba was just going crazy.

"What the hell is up with you?" Seto suddenly popped up out of nowhere and asked.

"WHAT THE FUCK! HOW DID YOU GET IN!" Mokuba yelled, terrified.

"Alright, man. Calm down. Your window was open so I came in. And do you wanna wake everybody up?"

"Oh, right, sorry," Mokuba said, lowering his voice.

"So, what's up?" Seto asked.

"What's up? What's up? Seto, I told you that you couldn't hurt her and –"

"Mokuba. Shut. Up. I didn't hurt her. I only messed with her head a little. You know I never break promises," Seto said.

"Yeah, but. You really pissed her off," Mokuba said.

"Mouki, that was my intention," Seto said with a smirk.

"That's wrong," Mokuba said, shaking his head.

"I know. Don't you love it?"

"Shut up," Mokuba said and Seto laughed.

"So, anything new since the last I visited?"

"No, not really. What's new with you?"

"Nothing, I – "

Suddenly, the door opened and Nichole walked in.

"Mokuba, do you know – " she began, but stopped when she saw him. She looked from Seto to Mokuba, Mokuba to Seto.

"You – what – how – why – ? I am so confused. What the hell is going on here!" Nichole exclaimed.

"Um, Nichole...this is my...brother...Seto," Mokuba said slowly.

"Your brother? How could a jerk like him be your brother?"

"By blood?" Mokuba answered, not really sure if he should have or not.

"That was a rhetorical question," she said to Mokuba, then turned her attention to Seto, "and I hate you."

"Aww, now why would you hate me? I've never done anything wrong," Seto said mockingly.

"You're breathing, aren't you?" Nichole answered coldly.

"Yes. And so are you," Seto said.

"You are such a bastard!" she yelled at Seto and then turned to Mokuba, "okay, Mokuba, I'm just gunna go to my room. Sorry for interrupting," she said apologetically.

"It's okay. Just don't do it again," Seto said, knowing that he was pushing her buttons.

"Oh, fuck you," she said.

"Anytime," Seto said with a wink. Nichole was lost for words, but then.

"As I said before. Fuck you," and with that. She stormed out of Mokuba's room.

"Seto, that wasn't nice," Mokuba pointed out.

"Mokuba, Mokuba, Mokuba. When will you learn? I don't do nice, remember?"

"Oh, I remember all right. But why can't you be nice just for one day?"

"Because being nice makes others want to take advantage of you. Because being nice is bullshit,"

"Okay, okay. Sorry I asked," Mokuba said.

"No, don't be. Sorry I snapped. Hey, you might wanna tell Nichole to not tell anyone about me," Seto said, "and plus I gotta go eat, bye,"

"Bye. Remember. Nichole is off-limits,"

"Sure, Mokuba. Bye,"

"I'm serious. Seto – "

"I know. Bye," Seto said and left.

"Bye," Mokuba said, wanting to trust him, but couldn't. I mean, if Seto didn't promise it, then something was up. Mokuba just had to figure out what it was.

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