A/N: Ooohhh, now here's where it gets good . . .Invisible muffins for all who read (not really)! Random. But who cares, muffins are cool! They are just ugly cupcakes! Who needs frosting to look good? Ha ha.

Chapter 6: Take a Wild Guess

"Little one," I said, trying it out. "That's what you are – a little vamp -" I put my hand over his mouth. He looked startled. "Have you seen the cloaked people?" I asked him, my hand still on his mouth. "They come to kill, but only if you reveal yourself."

He gently removed my hand from his mouth. "Calm yourself, I did not know," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You could say that I was . . . raised . . . in a rather disagreeable setting."

"I woke up in a hole – is that what you could call disagreeable?" His expression became confused. "What do you mean?"

"I woke up, not knowing where I was – I still don't know where I was – and I didn't remember anything but my name and the basic necessities." He nodded. "What is your name, anyway? Or should I guess your name? That could be fun." I clapped my hands and jumped up and down a little bit. "Yes, yes! I'll give you twenty chances to guess, and if you don't get it, then I shall tell you!" He laughed. "Very well, when should I start?" I thought for a moment, then said, "You could start now, if you like."

"Hmmm . . . Julia?" I shook my head. "Well, I think I'll save my nineteen guesses for later, I suspect you want to drag this out, am I right?" I chuckled and nodded. "Of course. And what shall I call you?"

"Oh, well, Anna, that's not very fair."

"For one thing, my name is not Anna, and for another thing, of course it's fair."

"I know you won't give up, so I'll just tell you. Jasper Whitlock is what you may call me." I raised my eyebrows. "That's unique. In a good way." He laughed and patted my head. "Why do you wear that hat, anyway, Giselle?" I scoffed. "I'm not Giselle, and it's because my hair is not suitable to walk around with. So there." He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, that's fine – just curious."

"Now I need to know something," I said with a hint of authority. "What is it that you need to know, April?" I laughed. "Close, but I'm not April, either. Now, I need to know why you were looking for me. Do you need something?" He looked confused. "What? Who said that I was looking for you, Janice? I don't need anything."

I contemplated this for a second. "Well, then why did I see you looking for me? The vision doesn't lie, 'kay? And I'm not Janice." He shook his head. "Well, it doesn't matter now, does it? You are here now, and I don't need anything from you, so let's just take a walk and get to know each other, okay, Marilyn?"



"Whatever," I retorted and started walking. "And I'm not Marilyn. You now have . . . fourteen more guesses." He flicked his finger on my forehead. "What was that for?" I demanded. He chuckled quietly in response. "Tell me!"

"Relax," he paused to laugh some more. "You are just too cute to resist!" I growled. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his side. "Jasper, what are you doing?"

"I am trying to calm you down, Gwyneth."

"Gwyneth? You wasted another guess on Gwyneth?"

"What's wrong with Gwyneth? I think it's exotic."

"That may be, but I don't look anything like a Gwyneth." I crossed my arms and pouted. "Shows how much you know me." He laughed. "I've only known you for about three minutes." I slipped from under his arm. "Not the point!"

I looked around. We were in front of a little café. "Let's go in there, it's cute and quiet." Before he could respond, I dragged him inside and sat down in a booth. "Come on, sit!" he was seated in a second.

I giggled. "I guess visions aren't the only power I have!"

A/N: I know it's short, but it seemed like the right place to cut the chapter off. Remember, all readers will get invisible muffins! Cuz muffins rock, whether you can see them or not!