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Chapter 5

Lara woke up to a bright morning and feeling a headache already beginning. She had never gotten headaches this much before. She moaned and rolled over and bumped into something hard and room temperature. She looked at the thing, she was not sure what and or who it was, she poked it. Watching as the person turned over; slowly.

There was a tired. "Hmmm, What, Mom?" it was Nick, she jumped, that was in her head. His voice, in her head. His mouth had not moved when he spoke. She poked him again and he looked up, eyes blurry.

"What are you doing in my bed?" Lara asked, trying not to smile. She liked him in here, safe and happy.

"Well, you wanted me to stay." he replied. "What's the matter?"

When he asked that she pushed her hand up to her forehead and was rubbing it roughly. She sat there not telling him a thing. Her stomach started to twist, she got up and ran to the bathroom. She stood in the door, not sure if she way going to be sick or not. Nick walked into the bathroom after her and looked at her then around.

He put up a finger, one minute, and walked over to the stereo, and put on Black Sabbath. He turned it up just enough to muffle his voice. He walked back over to her she was still standing there. Then to his surprise she was over the toilet, violently sick. Nick walked up to her then, and held her hair back for her. He sat down next to her, when she was done he let her lean back on him. After a bit Lara had fallen to sleep.

When Nick was sure Lara was asleep, he stood up and walked back into the bedroom. He set her down on the bed gently, and pulling the covers back over her. He was about to leave the room but, he did not notice that she had a tight grip on his faded band T-shirt.

Again I was in the room. Again. I was alone, no one had talked to me for, I think, two days. One of the butlers had come up to give me some food and ice cream after dinner, one of the maids came up and bathed me and gave me clean clothes. Now I was sitting on the bad, tears rolling down my cheeks. I heard the door open and looked up. A tall, beautiful woman walked into the room. "Mommy, are we going somewhere?"

"Yes, you are leaving now; today," she said not looking me; her baby in the eyes. Mommy always called me, her baby. She walked over to the bed and grabbed my arm; tightly. I could feel her nails digging into my skin. I was trying to pry off her fingers.

"Mommy, that hurts. Please, Mommy, I can be good. I promise." I said, looking up and trying to catch her eyes. I did not want to go. Where was she going to send me? She had made it obvious that she was not going with me. The only thing that I could do was beg her."Please, please, please, Mommy, don't make me go, please."

Mommy mumbled something under her breath. She turned as I felt my knees buckle, she caught me. As I came to she set me on the bed. She was looking at me with a keen look. "What's your name?" she asked.

I only stared at her confused, she looked so familiar, but it was like seeing someone that you know but can't remember. I shook my head trying to clear it. I looked up at the woman and said in a shaky voice. "I don't know. Do you know?"

"No," I seen a flash of fear and sadness go through her eyes."But I think your mommy and daddy know." and the story only started all over again, starting with me sitting on the bed, her walking

in. But I could hardly recall what happened the last time.

"Lara, shhh," Lara was hearing a voice. Someone was wiping at her cheeks, they were wet. "Lara, wake up you're having a nightmare."

"Please, Mommy," Lara was mumbling.

"Lara, Lara, you get up, or I will get up; and leave." he said, she did not wake up. He set his hand on her forehead she was heating up. She kept mumbling about her mommy and saying please. He was starting to panic, he had no idea what to do with a human in this state. After thinking for a moment, he got into the bed with her and put his cool hands on both sides of her head.

Before he could think he was there in her head, he was looking at the scene. A woman was lying a small child on a bed. The child was Lara, he seen. She had the same shade of hair, but shorter, and the same shade of eyes. She was wearing a long dress and little high heeled shoes. Her cheeks were flushed, she sat up looking confused. She started to talk, but he heard not a word from her or the woman.

Now the woman was talking to her. Finally, Nick walked over and looked at the small Lara. When he walked into the picture the woman stopped and just sat there, not even breathing. He spoke in a calming tone, "Lara, everything is okay."

She seemed to have heard him. "I am scared, Nick."

So she knew him. "Well I am here with you. You need to wake up now."

"Do I know that woman? She looks familiar." she told him in a thoughtful tone. Nick turned to look at the woman, but her face was all messed up. She looked like something from a horror flick. You could not see any difference from the mouth, eyes and nose, it all mixed together.

"I am sorry, Lara, but no I can't see her right." Nick said, pulling the little dream version of Lara into a hug.

She pulled away. " I feel so weak. Why do I feel so weak?" she said looking at herself, no longer surprised to find that she was but a little girl. "Am I going crazy?"

"No, you are nor going crazy," he told her in a straight, stern voice; eying her. "And you have been sick."

"Wait. . . am I dreaming about you?" she had a serious look in her eyes.

"No, I don't know really how I did it but I am in your head, seeing through you into this dream." he told her watching her as she began pace the length of the room. She started mumbling to her self silently. "How about this, get out of my head."

He shrugged, "Okay." and she was alone.

She walked over to the corner, and the tape started to role on. The lady did not seem to notice she was now talking to air. Lara started to cry again, she felt so alone. The lady got up and started to pull at the invisible hand of a child. Lara felt the slight pressure on her hand where the lady was holding the air.

After a while she started to hear music, Black Sabbath, she smiled to herself. Then, after a few minutes Lara started to wake up. She felt her bed under her, she was on her side. Lara looked around, the room was empty; no one. She felt fear creep into her, she wanted to know who that woman was. She felt bad about kicking Nick out of her head like that. Lara was upset and her head was not hurting anymore.

"Well, what do you think I can do?" asked a voice from the hall. "I only met her last night. After you drank from her."

"She kicked me out of her room, told me to go away." she heard Nick say, talking to the girl.

"Fine, you idiot," Then she heard the sound, of what might have been a book on someone's head.

"Owww," Nick said, "What was that for?"

"Only because, you pulled me out of bed to come and deal with your housemate." oh it was Blaise. After standing out there for a few more minutes, talking to him, she stepped into the room. "Hay, Lara, your awake, Nick said you would not wake up."

Lara was a bit afraid of Blaise. She backed up to the head board. Blaise looked at Lara, like everyone else walked over to the stereo, but unlike everyone else she put in her own CD. She walked

back over to the bed, "So let me get this right, you are afraid of a witch, but not a vampire? What's the matter with that?"

Lara looked down embarrassed, she had a point. "What do you want?" Lara knew that that sounded rude, but she tried to sound nice.

"Well, the freak out there said you would not let him into your room." She looked as if she did not believe this. She looked around the room, then at all the walls and seen all the rock posters. Blaise let out a sigh. "Okay, lets not hit around the bush, you and he are hiding something. He could not erase your mind last night, there is something up."

"There's nothing," Lara told her getting grumpy and she felt like she could still sleep. Why can't she leave it alone? Lara thought to herself. Blaise looked at her, eyes wide.

"Umm, I-I need to g-go," Blaise said, looking around the room. She got up and left the room, "I need to call Thea."

That was all, Nick started walking away. "Nick, please, come here."

He walked back into the room, looking at his torn up shoes. He walked up to the bed, still not looking at her. "What?"

"Hay, look at me." Lara said, pulling herself up and looking up at him. He looked at her. "I am sorry. I only want to know what that was about."

" Well, maybe I could have helped you." He said and turned and walked out of the room. She lied back on the bed, once again alone. She felt a dry sob escape her mouth, as she cuddled back into the blankets. She was back to sleep in a few minutes, dreamless.