Chapter 3

Both spirits were drenched in water thanks to the heavy rain outside.

Not being a gentleman, Bunny came in first and let the door almost slam into Jacklyn's face, earning him a disapproving glare.

Jacklyn took in her surroundings. Almost everything was made out of light brown wood. The house kind of looked like it belonged to one of the guys from those Lord of the Rings movies. What was his name again? Bilbo?

"Wait here. I'll go get ya some towels to dry off," he said, looking down at her in disgust.

Surprisingly, she took no notice of his look and responded back with, "Thanks for the offer kangaroo, but I can take care of my wet problem."

During Bunny's confusion, Jacklyn focused her mind, trying to phase through the water stuck to her body. A few seconds later, every drop of water left her body and splattered onto the wooden floor.

"Clean up on aisle one!" she joked around.

Well that's great. Now Bunny had to mop up the floor before he could rest his tired eyes.

After a don't do that again speech, Bunny led her through the hallway, while telling her not to create any fire except in the kitchen or else there'll be hell to pay.

"The thing is kangaroo, I can't cook, much less than make a simple sandwich. So don't worry about me setting your own house on fire. I'll be a good girl." Or at least she'll try to be.

Bunny rolled his eyes. He knew that tone she was giving him. He heard it too many time from Jackie and knew she was gonna cause trouble for him anyways. Oh well, it was too late to kick her out when the two already made it to the guest room.

Again, Bunny decided not to be a gentlemen and allowed her to open the door, his arms folded and his large foot tapping impatiently.

All guest rooms were the same. Heck, if there was a guest room in hell then it would have a decent sized bed along with a closet for clothes and some end tables. And a giant bunny's warren had the same thing too.

Jacklyn plopped herself onto the bed, her body only bouncing once. "Pretty comfortable bed you got here, kangaroo," she remarked.

In reality, she actually forgot how a bed was suppose to feel like. She could think a bed with sharp rocks was pretty comfortable if it was the first one she ever slept on.

"Yeah well, good night," Bunny said, ignoring her compliment. Wow, what a jerk.

Before he closed the door, thanks to his ears, he heard her mutter sadly, "Sorry." He froze when she said that.

"Sorry for what?" he asked.

"For being a total burden to you."

Now she was starting to sound like Jackie.

"I guess I've developed a sense when someone doesn't want me around throughout the years . Most spirits don't like me because I'm a dark spirit and most dark spirits don't like me because I'm not evil like them. So I guess I'm an outsider, and maybe a weirdo too. I can leave if you want."

Bunny gave her a hard stare, impossible to tell what he was thinking. "No, don't leave," he told her and shut the door.

She laid her back down to the bed, mentally cursing herself. Why in the world did she have to tell him about her personal life? To make him pity her? Ugh! She hates it when people pity her! Oh well, maybe she could sleep these feelings away.

After maybe about two hours of sleep, Jacklyn's purple eyes flew open. What the heck was that sound? It sounded almost like… someone was crying. Yep, definitely crying. The power flowing through her body meant only one thing; Despair. She was being empowered by despair.

What should she do now? Kick the cryer's ass and tell it to stop or comfort it? Option one was much easier but option two was the best way. At least that's what I thinks.

Very quietly, she exited her room and tiptoed through the hallway, the only sound being the heavy rain outside and the crying inside; kind of like a horror movie she once saw. Very creepy.

Jacklyn faced a door, the source of the sound behind it. As the door creaked open, Jacklyn thought of the horrible events that she would do if some ghost tried to scare her.

She took in her new surroundings. The room was pretty nice. A comfortable looking sofa, a nice big wall mirror, a window in the shape of a circle that gave a good view of the warren outside, and an egg shaped bed with a sleeping curled up bunny in it.

Wait, scratch that. More like writhing than curling. Not only that but he was crying too.

Like anybody would've done, Jacklyn walked up to him and poked his forehead.

Nothing.

She poked him again.

Nothing.

She poked him again.

Nothing

Before her fourth poke, his paw shot out to grab her arm and pull her close to him, his strong arms hugging her tight while her face was buried into his chest fur.

She struggled to get out but Bunny only tightened his grip on her.

As soon as Jacklyn started to phase through him, she felt his paw rub her back in a soothing and caring way. "Don't leave me, Jackie," he whispered. "Don't leave me," he whispered over and over again.

Her body was more relaxed now as she finally managed to close her eyes. "I won't leave you," she whispered back to him.

Bunny relaxed a little too, his scrunched up face disappearing and being replaced with something more happy.

The two were now in a blissful sleep.