Note: Sorry, I ended up editing this chapter when I realised that I was missing a large chunk in the very beginning of the chapter… For all of you coming back to read it. Thank you! Sorry for the confusion.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

I looked sadly at his retreating form. We were going to have to live together. Surely, there had to be a way for us to do it without hurting each other.

"It'll be fine." Edward kissed my shoulder. "I know that he'll come around sooner or later. He's just stubborn."

He sounded so certain that I almost believed. Almost. "Thanks, Edward." I pecked his cheek and we headed back to see what everyone else was doing.

"Fuck off, Dominic!" Monet screamed, storming past us soon as we opened the door.

The other man rolled his eyes before noticing our presence. "Don't look at me like that," he said. "I may be head, but I still have my needs. You guys know how that is." He smirked at us.

I shook my head and led Edward up to our room. Inside, I found an unexpected guest. He stared at me. His eyes were nearly pitch black as he lazily stroked himself. He was completely naked and there was no use lying that I was gawking.

"R-Rory?!" I gasped just as the door clicked shut behind me. Edward nuzzled the side of my neck. "Did you know about this?!"

He chuckled, the vibration caused shivers to go down my body. "No, but I was expecting it to happen sooner or later. I just thought that I would've been sooner."

He nudged my back and I took a hesitant step forward. Rory's eyes were still fixated on me as I finally made it to the bed. He didn't reach for me. His hand was still slowly stroking the column of flesh.

I crawled to him, gingerly touching his chest as if trying to figure out whether he was real or not. 'What is wrong with us, Rory?" I whispered. "What do you want from me?"

His other hand seized my wrist. "Just you, Madi. All I want is you and whatever you are willing to give me."

Tears welled up in my eyes and when I flung my arms around him, I felt completely again. He held on to me tightly. "I'm sorry, Madi. I never meant to hurt you. I was blinded by my own selfishness. I swear that if you give me another chance, I'll do better."

The bed dipped beside us and Edward began to tug at my nightie. "You're overdressed, love," he purred.

It was then I realised that I was the only one still clothed. "Wh-What…"

"Relax." Edward pushed me so that I was flushed against Rory. "Let us take care of you."

I swallowed hard, feeling the ache between my legs and Rory's hard arousal pulsing against my stomach. "I promise that this won't hurt much."

Edward left a line of butterfly kisses down the side of my spine as Rory shifted us, until the head of his cock was rubbing against my entrance. He threw his head back, groaning. "I've dreamt of this for so long. I missed you so much." I buried my face into the crook of his neck as he buried himself into me.

Edward rubbed my backside and I wiggled, causing Rory to quickly still my hip. "I won't last if you do that."

And then, I felt Edward enter my from behind. I had never felt so full before. "Madi…" he sighed. "I love you. I've never stopped."

I never had time to process his words as they both began to move inside me. It was as if they could communicate telepathically. They moved in a synchronised rhythm that left me moaning for more.

When I opened my eyes, I saw something that pushed me over the Edward. Edward and Rory were lip-locked. Their tongues entwined.

I never thought that Rory would be interested in men. As I convulsed between them, my walls began to milk their cocks, taking them both down with me.

"Madi!" Edward broke away from Rory to bite my shoulder.

"Oh, God…" Rory groaned, his body went limp as I fell against him. "I love you. I love you."

I sighed, snuggling against him as Edward settled beside us, running his hand up and down my body.

As he watched us with half-hooded eyes, I could've sworn that his eyes were glaring red, but it might've been my exhaustion playing tricks on me. My vision was already darkening around the edges.

…

When I was brought out of my meditative state, I saw that both men were still in bed, but they were speaking quietly to each other.

"Good morning." Edward smiled at me, brushing back my messy bed hair.

"Good morning," I yawned, snuggling closer to him. I had thought that last night was a dream, but clearly, it had happened and I was suddenly very unsure of what I had gotten myself into. While Edward had quickly wormed his way into my heart, there was something about him that made me wary and it wasn't because he was a stranger before I died. No, it was something completely different. There was a part of me that felt as if I knew him. Not just his face, but… there was a familiarity that I couldn't understand. Why?

And my reunion with Rory really needed no explanation. I was fully prepared to have my heart broken, again.

I looked at the redhead and touched the messy strands. Our appearance never changed anymore. It was either this or the state we had died in and most of us preferred the former. That said, I still hated his bottle-red hair.

"I saw the two of you kiss, yesterday," I started. The memory was quick to affect my body.

Edward shrugged. "I love both men and women. After so long, I've fully come to terms that I will never be normal."

I sighed. "What's normal, anyway? We're all ghosts at an old plantation. I doubt that anyone would care if we had a full house orgy, at this point."

An arm snaked around my waist, pulling me against a hard body. "No," Rory mumbled. "I'm not sharing you with anyone else."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "But Edward is alright?"

He shot the eighteenth hundred man a look. "He's fine. He looks like me. It's kind of hot." A smirk quirked his lips and he reached over to the other man, resting his hand on the pale thigh.

Edward hummed. "Indeed."

Needless to say, another round with the two of them washed away all the worries that I had. Being stuck here wasn't so bad, anymore. It could get loud and chaotic with the other residents, but since we couldn't exactly die, again, it was easy ignoring them, now.

At least, everything seemed fine, at first. It wasn't until I was perfectly happy and comfortable did things go awry. And when they did, it was a vertical plummet to reality.

I was lying on Edward's chest when the headaches came. It ripped through my head and darkened my vision.

…

Rory bolted up from his relaxed position on the opposite couch and quickly made his way to her side. She was clutching her head in pain, mumbling nonsense.

"Don't take him away from me…" she sobbed. "Kyle… I love you. Don't leave me…"

He stiffened, hearing the foreign male name. Who was Kyle? Was he a past lover? He had never heard that name before and he knew everyone in her family. Who could it be?

"It's alright, Madi." Edward rocked her against his body, sharing a look with the other man who looked helplessly back at him. "I love you. I'm here."

"Kyle…" She clutched on to his shirt as Rory started, seeing the man change his appearance. Instead of the multi-layered outfit, he was now clad in a casual striped t-shirt. The pompous, white wig was gone, replaced by a head of dirty, blonde curls. Now, Edward looked like Rory before he was famous.

"I'm here, Madi." Edward kissed her forehead as she squinted at him before flinging her arms around his neck, crying into the shirt. "You know that I will never leave you. I promised, didn't I?"

She mumbled something incoherent back before succumbing to the pain, once more.

"What is going on?" Rory demanded. He hated feeling so useless. It was like seeing her break herself for him, again, but this time, this Edward seemed to know what was happening. He didn't like that. He didn't like that this stranger who was sharing Madi's affection appeared to be in full control of the situation. "Who the Hell are you, really?"

When Edward looked up at him, he took a step back when he saw the glaring red eyes fixed on his.

"Jesus Christ… What are you?" he breathed, wondering what had been living with them this entire time.

"That is irrelevant, right now," came the reply. "The important thing is that Madi is remembering far too soon. This shouldn't be happening here."

Looking at Edward more closely, he realised that perhaps the other man wasn't as composed as he thought. He could see the way his jaw clenched and how strained his voice sounded. "Is… Is she going to be okay?" Whatever the case was, she was more important than his own issues.

Edward turned away. "She should be. It has never been so violent before."

Rory shook his head. "Why does it sound like you knew her from before?"

"Because I do," Edward told him, gently stroking her hair as if she was the most precious thing in the world and to them, she was. "You don't know how long I've known her. Even I've lost track."

Rory didn't know what to think, anymore. Once again, nothing was making sense to him. How could Edward have known her for long?

He knelt beside her and placed his head on her legs. "I love you, Madi," he whispered, hoping that she could hear him, but she was completely unresponsive. She had even stopped her frantic muttering.

With a shaky hand, he reached for her wrist before remembering that he didn't have to worry about her physical health, anymore. He dropped her hand and wiped away the stray tear that had leaked out.

Edward sighed. "This is my fault." His arms around her tightened. "I couldn't let her go. I loved her too deeply. I am nothing without her. I am less than nothing without her."

He explained no further, leaving Rory even more confused than he was before.

"Is she okay?" a soft voice asked. Sophie was standing off to the side with her two friends, looking worriedly at them.

Rory didn't know.

When she finally became lucid, again, it was almost as if she had become a completely different person, yet still stayed the same. There was something in the way that she looked at him that made it feel as if she expected something more than he could offer her.

She smiled sadly and told him that she was in good health – as good as being dead could be. The way she looked at Edward also changed as soon as he had taken her to the side to talk to her. He didn't know what it had been about, but no matter how much he pestered them, they refused to say anything. It was infuriating.

Matt tried to reassure him that everything was fine, but what did he know? They were barely friends. Their work had been the only thing connecting them and now, their deaths.

Great…

A week passed before she suddenly crawled into his bed, apologizing for her distant behavior. "I had a lot to think about. I know that it's a poor excuse for neglecting you. I'm really sorry."

She curled up on his chest and he couldn't find it in himself to be angry at her. "I just want to know what the Hell is going on, Madi. I had to sit through you passing out in pain and then, you're suddenly… I don't know! Different…?"

She looked away. "Am I really? It's hard to tell anymore. I had been so afraid, but now, it feels as if it's something I've always known."

He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and he clearly voiced this displeasure. She fidgeted in his arms, unsure of how to reply.

They remained silent, until Edward walked in, lifting his eyebrow as soon s the thick tension hit him. Instead of pointing anything out, he laid down beside them, running his hand up and down her back.

She sighed contently, her body instantly relaxing. Her hand reached for him and although Rory had been holding her for the past hour, he was jealous at the interaction. It looked so normal as if they had done it a million times. Why wasn't Madi like that with him? Did she still hate him for what he had done to her?

He wanted to pull her away from the face thief, but knew that that would only alienate them further. "I love you, Madi," he mumbled.

She tilted her head and smiled softly back at him. "I love you, too."

Edward sighed. "Just tell him. I know you want to."

"I don't want to hurt him. What if something goes wrong?" She nibbled worriedly at her lips. "What if it'll take away any chance of him remembering on his own? And it's not going to be the same. It'll be like telling him a story."

Rory shook his head. "Stop talking like I'm not here! Stop leaving me in the dark!"

She frowned. "I'm sorry." She kissed his lips. "I swear it'll all make sense, soon. Just trust me, alright?"

With a huff, he knew that he had no choice but to comply. There was nothing he could do about it if the only two people who knew wouldn't speak up.

Several more days passed before anything eventful happened. Matt had been talking to Monet when she suddenly disappeared. His shouts could be heard throughout the entire house, drawing the attention of everyone.

None of them could find Monet. Eventually, they had to accept that she was gone and not coming back. With time, they began to suspect that she had somehow managed to move on. What made her different from the rest? No one seemed to know, but many began to scramble around, trying to find their own escape.

"Are we going to be stuck here forever?" Matt sighed, "I was right beside her! Had I missed whatever chance I got?"

Dominic rolled his eyes. "Why does everyone think she's in heaven or something? Maybe she's in some limbo or Hell. I don't want to waste my time searching for a way to screw myself over!"

Ever since he died, Dominic had shed his smooth, playboy persona. His true self was wretched. Only the old ghosts would even go near him. He had managed to incorporate himself into the nurse's demonic group. They went around causing chaos, until everyone couldn't help but hate them.

"At least we're trying!" Sophie argued. "I don't want to just sit around doing nothing. We're bored!"

"Oh, grow up!" Dominic rolled his eyes.

"I would if I still could!" Tears sprung out of her eyes before she ran off, her two friends quickly followed her.

Rory sighed, resting his head on Madi's stomach. Her hand ran through his hair, slowly brushing away the headache that was growing. Who knew that the dead could still feel pain? This really sucked.

"Are you alright?" she asked him. Her hand touched his forehead, but after a moment, she moved it away, again. It didn't help anything to take his temperature, anymore. The instinctive movement made him sad. They were never going to enjoy the simple things of life, anymore.

He reached for the retreating hand and kissed it. "I'm fine." His eyes shut and he managed to tune out most of the banter.

A hand gripped his legs, lifting them before placing them back down into a lap. He peeked out to see Edward leaning forward to kiss Madi.

"He'll be fine," he told her. "He's just going through what you did. Are you excited?" There was a tinge of jealousy in the voice that Rory had never heard before, especially when referring to himself. He thought that they had some sort of truce. Had that changed?

She giggled. "You sound jealous." It seemed that she noticed, too.

"Just wondering how much longer I'll have you for." The jealousy had turned to sadness. "How long before I have to stand on the side, watching you, but unable to do anything?"

Madi remained quiet, but she intertwined their hands. They rested on Rory's chest.

Another stab of pain cut through his skull and he suddenly found himself somewhere else. The images flashed by so quickly that he couldn't comprehend anything. IT was as if he had been pushed on to a supersonic conveyor belt and he wanted to stop to see where he was, but he couldn't. Every once in a while, he'd spot her amongst the blur – her smiles, her laughter, her love, her sadness, her betrayal, her… her death.

He didn't want to see any more.

But there was nowhere to go. HE was forced to watch it all, completely helpless. Nothing made sense. All he knew was that she kept dying and there was no way to stop it.

"Madi…" he whimpered, watching another image of her broken form pass by. "At this point, he had difficulty deciphering what was real and what was… whatever it was. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry!" He couldn't save her. How many times? How many more times did he have to stand by and let her die?

"Rory!" her voice called out to him. She sounded so distant. "Rory!"

He looked around, trying to find her, but she was nowhere in sight. "Madi! Where are you?"

Waiting, he heard no more from her, causing him to panic. Where had she gone? They hadn't taken her, had they?

As soon as the question popped up in his head, he was confused. Why did he think that? "Madi!" he called out, again.

A hand grabbed his shoulders and with a violent shake, he was pulled away from the deepest, darkest parts of his mind.

When he was back in the house, a concerned look was on her face.

And as his hand touched her cheek, wiping away the tears, he let out a groan. "Madi… My Madi…"

It was as if he was truly seeing her, again.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sooooo how many of you are confused, right now? Or do you guys have theories?

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Guest: Hehe… Like what's kind of happening now?

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anonymouscsifan: Rory finally gets some action… kinda… Well, maybe a bit more than he could chew.

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