I don't own House of Anubis or any of the characters.

Angel

I jolted awake with a gasp, "Sarah!" I looked around the room, desperately and pointlessly searching for her. My eyes pried every corner in my dark room, but there was nothing to see. This was different. Usually my dreams would be of Anubis house, of reality, but this time it was plain dreaming, imagination. I sighed, as I tried to recall what she said. Listen. Listen to what? I laid in bed again and hoped for more sleep. When I did, I slept without dreaming, already forgetting about Sarah. It the first peaceful night since I woke up...

Thump. My eyes opened to a faint sound from outside. I strained to listen more but everything was quiet. It was still dark, the sun hadn't come up yet. My dreamless sleep worried me. It was like an a sign or an omen that something was wrong. It was peaceful but something, like a force, pulled me to it, telling me. Something... gravitational that pushes me to believe something was coming. It was like the calm sea before the storm. The peace was temporary and you'd know it, you'd feel it. You'd feel the pressure in the air and you'd know the storm was closing in. What would be my storm? Isn't my life messed up enough? Hadn't all the mysteries been the tornado and turned my world upside down? What more is th- There was that sound again. I waited...

Thump. I jumped out of bed in one quick movement and instictively led my feet to where I heard it. It led me to the window. Outside I saw Fabian throw another rock at the siding by the window and hissing my name. I opened the window, the chilly wind hitting my warm body, making me shiver. "Fabian? What are you doing? It's one in the morning!" I demanded under my breath.

"Com'mon help me up, Rapunzel." Fabian teased with a small smile. I rolled my eyes and watched as Fabian climbed up to my window. I held out my hand when he was within my reach and grabbed his arm. He finally made it in after a few minutes of struggling. He landed on the floor with a loud thud making both of us cringe.

"Shhh!"

"I'm sorry," he whispered. I glared at him and he stared back at me apologetically. After a moment of tension, we both snickered and started laughing.

"Shhh!" But that made us laugh harder as we tried to keep it down. It was ridiculous, there wasn't even anything funny. It was probably just our brains picking up a floating joke in the air that made us crack up. Or we were slowly loosing our minds to stress. Or we were desperately trying to forget the things we have to deal with and pretend to be regular teenagers, sneaking around in the middle of the night with no duties and responsibilities. The laughter died down and we can't pretend anymore. "What are you doing here?" I asked, finally.

"I um... I just wanted to check on you. I thought you didn't come back yet, and I got worried. Then I saw the car, so I wondered why you just took off. What happened with your Gran?"

With the mention of Gran, the teasing mood dropped immediately. I walked away from him, trying to avoid his eyes. "She doesn't exist," I said flatly.

Fabian was silent, not grasping what I said. "Wh-what?" I turned to face him, all emotion hidden behind the mask.

"She doesn't exist," I repeated, holding his gaze.

"Wha- Bu- Wh- Ho- How? What do you mean?" I gave him a bitter smile.

"I think you should know that. She doesn't exist," I repeated for the last time. I felt guilty for putting my mask in front of Fabian. I was supposed to be completely honest with him, I owed him that much. But it wasn't much for him as it was for me. I needed to at least pretend I was strong, that I didn't care Gran wasn't here, that I could take anything. I needed to pretend so I would break down and cry.

Fabian didn't say anything. I wondered how he must've taken my words. What if he thought I meant he wasn't real? That made me shed off my mask and now bare, naked worry and sadness and guilt was my face. Fabian saw that and he was alarmed by the sudden flash of emotion. How walked towards me and placed his hands on my arms. "I'm so sorry, Nina."

"It's okay," I told him. I didn't cry, for Fabian kept me whole. "You need to go. It's get brighter outside."

Fabian studied me warily then nodded. He kissed the top of my head and jumped out the window. I waited until I heard his soft footstep before I wrapped my arms around me and imagined they were Fabian's. My eyes stung and my nose burned. I tried to hold down the sob that was building in my chest, rising higher and higher.

"Don't cry, sweet Nina." I heard the familiar voice. I jumped and turned around looking where it came from. "There, there. Everything will be alright." The voice sounded again as it echoed through my head.

Sarah? I answered in my thoughts.

"Yes. He is a sweet boy," Sarah mused. I could hear the smile in her words.

Am I officially loosing my mind?

I heard her chuckle. "No, darling. Don't worry,"

Well, some comfort in that. Why can I hear you in my head?

"Ah, it's because I am always with you. I am you and you are me. Remember?" Her voice rang through my head. It was like thoughts, it was like hearing someone next to speak, only that someone is invisble and only I can hear. I heard her chuckle again as I processed the situation.

I don't quite understand. What about Gran? How come she was hear but she doesn't exist? How do I get out of here?

"Slow down, love. Well, the thing between you and I are simply too complicated to explain. It draws back to the Ancient Egyptians and the prophecy. About your Gran. She doesn't not exist. She's in your heart and when you needed her, she was there." I sat down to keep myself from falling, my legs weren't working anymore.

But I need her now. Why isn't she here?

"It's not the right time. And you just think you need her, when you don't. You have everything you need to know." She pointed.

I don't know anything! My hands made a gesture like I was having a conversation with the wall.

"Yes, you do," she insisted.

I don't know how to leave.

"You can't leave your own mind, Nina," she said.

What-

The door flew open without warning as she walked in. "Mom?"

She looked at me, breathless and wide-eyed. "Nina, we need to talk."