Chapter 4

Elijah took a breath and knocked on Nights' door.

"Who is it?" Nights sang out.

"It's Elijah,"

Nights opened the door, "hey, come on in."

Elijah walked in and sat down on Nights' bed.

"Someone looks depressed," Nights sat down next to Elijah, "what's up."

"I need some advice," Elijah wrung his hands, "you see there's this girl-"

"You've actually fell in love," Nights laughed, "I'm proud of you Liy, who is it."

"B."

"Wow really?"

"Why does everyone say that?"

"Well she's the last girl anyone would have expected you to fall in love with."

"Yeah, but she's so… I don't know, she drives me crazy, she so interesting and out there and amazing," he flopped down onto Nights' bed, "but she refuses to go on a date with me."

"Well you do flirt with every girl you meet."

"Only the pretty ones," Elijah corrected.

Nights laughed and shook his head, "you need some self-control."

"Gosh," Elijah sat up again, "that sounds painful."

Nights laughed, "it's not, trust me, it's something everyone needs to have, I can help you but you have to be willing to learn."

"Will it take a long time?"

"That's up to you."

"I was afraid of that."

They both laughed.

Reala leaned against the wall next to Nights' room. They were together again. He drummed his fingers against his legs. Why was he the only one that could see through all Elijah's lies? Elijah was leading them all into a false sense of security, and when he gets the chance… Reala drummed his fingers faster against his legs. He couldn't let that happen, but how could he stop it?

The door of Nights' room opened. Reala stood up strait, "Hey Nights how are you?"

"Great," Nights looked at Reala worriedly, "but you don't look to good, are you okay?"
"What," Reala said uneasily, "no, I'm brilliant."

Elijah came out and stood next to Nights, "hey Re…aw, you don't look to good."

"That's what I was thinking," Nights said, "you should go get checked out by Teara."

"Yeah, okay," Reala rubbed the back of his neck, and went to the medical wing.

William rubbed his forehead. He was angry and confused. He was angry because he had failed to kill his father, again. He was confused because his father had stopped that boy from shooting him, why? He rubbed his forehead, it was hurting more then usual; he hadn't been able to sleep because of it, though he didn't need to sleep. A stray tear slipped down his cheek, he wanted to need sleep, he wanted to feel again, he wanted to breath, but he couldn't, and it was all his father's fault, "he could have stopped them…" he mumbled to himself. His thoughts strayed to the girl that had said she was his sister, what was her name? He wondered.

"Master William?" it was Estelle, "do you need someone to talk to?"
"no," he kneaded his forehead, he couldn't think, it hurt, everything hurt, "I need water," he murmured.

"Okay," Estelle said softly, and left to get what her master had requested.

"Willy baby!" Xena hopped onto William's lap, "you don't look to good, where do you hurt? I'll kiss it better."

"Go away Xena, I don't have the patience for you now."

Xena pouted, "Sometimes I wonder why I stay with you," she left.

William closed his eyes, wanting it all to go away, wanting all of it to be a dream, a nightmare, but it wasn't.

"Master?"

William opened his eyes to meet Estelle's, "am I cruel?"
Estelle looked at him sadly, "why do you ask?"

William shook his head, "never mind," he stood.

Estelle put the cup of water she was holding on the arm of William's thrown, and wrapped her arms around him.

William stood in shock, "why are you hugging me?"

"You look like you need to be hugged," she said simply.

William wrapped his arms around Estelle, "you'll never know how important you are to me Estelle."

"I'm glad I could help Master."