THE CAMERA CLUB: Revised Edition PART ONE: Chapter three, a beyblade fanfic

The Camera Club
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.Part One.
Revelations

.Chapter three.
Only when I sleep

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'Where Am I?' were the first words that drifted into my mind as I myself drifted in a endlessly hollow black void.

I knew it was a void because like hello, anime has a lot of black hollow voids. I'm guessing I'm in one of my anime dreams, might be the one Hilary and I watched two weeks ago. I spun around, looking for a way out, or at least a companion, but I saw only the darkness. I stopped spinning as I sighed and waited for something to happen.

I closed my eyes for a second but when I opened it there was a bright light behind me. I stiffened; I got my wish—I hope this isn't a bad thing. I guess whoever it was behind me got impatient because I didn't turn to look at the light.

'Anna,' I heard a familiar voice call out to me, 'Turn around, Honey. It's okay.'

The voice knows me so I guess I must know him too. I quickly turned and beamed at the person. 'Daddy!' I cheered, 'What are you doing here?'

I was reluctant to run and hug him, what if I do that then I'm stuck here forever and ever? He still looks the same; soft greenish warm eyes, a wide smile that touches his eyes, high rosy cheek bones, tall nose, and the inviting voice. He was even wearing the same night clothes the night before they went on their trip, where they died.

'Can't I visit my own daughter?' he asked, looking puzzled in a cute way. He opened his arms out to hug me but I didn't run to hug him. I feel that it's not what I should do.

'Y-You're not here to fetch me from the world of the living?' I asked, sheepishly. He stared at me for some seconds before he laughed out loud. I laughed dryly with him; he can't blame me for thinking that. Is it normal for me to dream and talk to dead people?

Isn't talking with the animals not enough?

Do I need to be super un-normal?

'Of course not,' he replied, the trade mark smile still ever present in his face, 'I'm here to warn you of great danger, Anna. Look at me when I'm talking Anna!'

I quickly turned around. 'Oops, sorry dad.' I replied, biting my lower lip. I just turned to see if my mother was here too. It'll be a family reunion then. 'What kind of danger?' I asked just to prove that I'm paying attention.

'Hah, as if I'm telling you,' he said, crossing his arms in front of him, 'I'll just show you their first mark.'—I looked at him like he lost his head and was still able to speak—'You'll understand as soon as you know them. Fate is playing with us, Anna. Like it always does.'

'I thought you came here to warn me?' I asked, 'Then why won't you tell me?'

'Because you won't feel the danger when I just tell you,' he stated as he sat on a big chair which appeared out of nowhere.

'Cool. Can I do that?'

'..no. Anyway, so I'll just show you. I need you to understand this. You need to find the heart of the square, Anna. The square is not complete until you find its heart. The seashell will help you. Put your trust on him. Remember these words with your heart, baby.'

'Okay.' I replied slowly walking towards him. I can hug him now. He did say he wasn't here to fetch me. 'Can I hug you dad?'

Dad smiled at me but he said, 'No. It's time to show you.'

In a second he burst into a thousand flames; I gasped as I was pushed back by the intensity of the blow. The flames quickly surrounded me before I could even inhale. It happened all too quickly, wild animals—wolves—surrounded me in a minute.

With the flames still surrounding me, I had nowhere to go, no place could I escape.

The blackest wolf growled at me as it stood up; I fell on my knees. 'Kami-sama,' I muttered, 'It's 20 feet tall.'

I stared up at the wolf which also stared down at me. It opened it mouth which released drops of sticky slimy saliva which I tried to avoid. It howled before turning down at me with his mouth wide open, ready to devour me.

I can't believe my father want me to die. I can't believe this. I covered my ears as I closed my eyes and prepared for my death. My mouth opened and…

"AAAHH!" I screamed as I bolted out of the bed too quickly which resulted to tripping on the blankets and falling head first on the cold tiled floor. I stared up the ceiling wincing at the pain the stupid fall had caused. How many times must I fall in a day? "Ah, fuck."

Stupid Johnny influencing me with his swearings.

The door cracked open; a head popped in, "Oh my, did you fall off the bed dear?" the nursed asked walking to my side, "You should be more careful next time." She supported me as I tried to stand up to no avail. My back is starting to hurt again.

"Wait a moment," she said standing up, "I'll go and call Ms. Mendez. She'll know what to do."

As the door clicked close, I tried to pull myself up and hurried back into the bed. This is crazy. I stared at the ceiling and tried to ignore the pain by thinking about other thoughts. My dad said he wanted to warn me; warn me about what?

Giant wolves?

And just what in the world is the 'square'?

And the 'heart'?

A square heart?

What?

And the seashell?

How can I put my trust on a seashell?!

This is even crazier. I give up. My cynical humor is leaving. Bye.

The door creaked open, it was the nurse with two other nurses. I turned my gaze on them; they all had different hair colors—one was brown, the other gold and the last was light blue.

"How did you get up there?" the nurse who tended to me earlier asked, with a very puzzling expression on her pretty heart-shaped face, "You pulled yourself up there?"

I nodded. It's nothing too bizarre really. I do it all the time, it's not like I don't fall off my own bed, you know. With all the crazy dreams I'm having. Whew, it's a miracle I'm still sane.

"Maybe we should take her to the X-Ray." The blue haired one suggested; resting one hand on my forehead to check my temperature. "Her back might have fractures. Or cracks. Or something with all the fall she experienced today."

"I don't know," one who tended me replied looking at her other two companions, "What do you think, Eliza?"

The golden haired one stared at me for a moment before she pinched my arm. "Oww!" I screamed hastily pulling my arm away from her hands, "What? What? Isn't the pain I've been through not enough?"

She giggled as she turned to her other companions, "She'll survive." She said, "If she had fractured her spine she won't be able to move or feel anything at all. Didn't you take degrees in medicine?"

The other two looked embarrassed. The other just laughed then she turned to me, "Sorry 'bout that," she said, "You're free to go. Do you want me to call someone to pick you up?"

"Uhh, no thanks," I replied, "I think I can manage."

"If that's what you say," she repied, "Let's just let you drink some pain reliever at least. Just to be sure."

"Uh, okay, sure."

The trio left arguing about their degrees. I shifted my gaze out the window; the dock was visible here. I sighed as I stared at the bright orange sun preparing to take its much-awaited rest. There were some ships on the dock, one ship was leaving. It looked like a cruise ship.

How I wish I could go on a cruise ship, since my parents' death Rafe doesn't want me anywhere near the sea. He says that the sea might devour me too.

Really, for a logical person like him to think of such unbelievable things, it is a shame. It was a different situation back then; I'm not saying that it can't happen. But I don't think it'll happen.

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Slowly I walked towards my algebra room where I left my bag, the school's almost empty now. From where I am standing now, I can see some students playing soccer in the field; some others were in the tracks getting ready to run. I love that feeling when there's adrenaline in your veins and you feel that you're ready for anything.

It's been long since I felt that. Too long that I forgot how it feels.

I pushed the door open, the room was empty. There were still some writings on the board; they were drawing of a fat chibi Tyson in front of him was a plate full of food—mostly pastries. I laughed as I got my bag from under the light mahogany desk.

Weakly I closed the door and hurried down stairs, I wonder if Brooklyn got my message? I told him that I'll just go home since I don't think he's coming anyway.

He said he was going to come back, but he never did. He must have forgotten. I closed my eyes as I felt the pain in my chest, emotional pain really does hurt like hell than physical ones. I dragged myself towards the bus stop where a few giggling girls where sitting, reading a new magazine. I know it's new, it still doesn't have folds on it's pages.

I stopped.

I really don't feel like being with human beings today. I turned around and headed to the place where I can really think about stuff. My own secret place.

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I have always loved lighthouses.

They give you a sense of security, a sense of direction. They tell you that you are near safety—that you're safe. They're like your security blanket when you were a little kid, you can't sleep without it but when you find it it's like the 'I-can't-sleep' part never happened. It's like you found something to hold on to, to assure you, something to keep you safe, to protect you.

I guess that why I love seeing light houses.

I hurried off the cab and ran towards the empty shore. Only Johnny and I know about this place; Brooklyn and Hilary have no idea about this.

When Rafe became angry at us when we were ten—Johnny was eleven—the reason was so senseless. We didn't do it; we didn't break into his office. Rafe was a little busy those days so I guess I understand now why he was quick to judge. It was almost December that day, he must have thought we had broken into his office to find our gifts.

Anyway, Johnny reasoned with me that we should leave and find a new home. You guessed it, we found this little isolated beach by the east on the country. Don't ask how we were able to travel at our tender years. Nothing is impossible.

Anyway, the thing that attracted us to this place was the tall grey lighthouse. We decided to stop there and take shelter.

But after two days, we dashed home because someone had broken into the house. Rafe was stabbed three times on his back. The driver did it; he was going to steal something in the house.

The sound of the waves gently disappearing on the sand and the way my shoes crunch on the wet white sand. I walked towards the lighthouse. The door gave a little creak as I pushed it open.

It was a little dark so I dropped my bag on the floor and went around--turning the power supply on. I walked back feeling a little tired. I switched the light switch on and sat on one of the chairs.

Johnny always stayed here so he brought some furnishings for this place. A small set of folding dinning set, recycled sofas, a small colored television and two hammocks by the sides. It's like a small haven.

I noticed some papers in Johnny's hammocks. I stood up and snatched them. They were news clippings about accidents in the forests. People were drained of their blood and hanged upside down. I made a disgusted face as I threw them back in the hammock.

I took my socks off and wallowed into the sea. I stopped when the water was just a few inches above my waist. The water seemed to glow as the sun was about to disappear.

"Anna! Anna!" I heard someone call behind me, "What the fuck are you doing there?"

I rolled my eyes. Johnny.

I turned around and huffed, "Great. He found me." I muttered. I smiled as I approached Johnny who looked like he would drown me. "Hey, Johnny." I greeted, "What's kickin'?"

"Who are you? Little mermaid?" he asked dryly, "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Kill myself? I wasn't even thinking about that. I just wanted to relax for a minute. "Of course not." I replied, "The thought haven't even crossed my mind. What are you doing here?"

"Stuff." He replied walking towards the lighthouse. He pushed the door open and picked up my stuff. "Come on, I'll drive you home."

I stomped my foot, "I don't want to go home yet," I replied, "Can't I stay here? This is our place."

He narrowed his gaze at me, "Brooklyn's in the house. I drove here to find you." He replied, "You want to make him wait?"

He came? He didn't forget? I grinned as I grabbed my bag and shoes from Johnny and jogged to the car. "Hurry up!!" I yelled.

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Liar.

When I arrived at the house, it was empty. Johnny said that it was the servants' day off and that I was gonna have the house and Brooklyn for myself. But when I entered it felt like no one has lived here for ten years.

"Damn you," I muttered as I stomped inside. I dumped my stuff in my room and hurried to the kitchen where I know the dogs are.

The house is not that big; Victorian design, three-floors, six bedrooms, eight bathrooms, one basement, three small chambers for the servants, two balconies, a very spacious garage, one attic, one library, one dirty kitchen, one dining room, one large living room, two grand staircases and a wide yard.

Told you it's not that big.

"Caesar?" I called as I walked towards the kitchen, "Forrest? Champ? Caramel? Rocky?"

I heard claws scratching on the marbled floors. Oh no, I shouldn't have called. Five dogs rushed out of the kitchen, their long tails wagging in happiness. The biggest, Champ, barked as he jumped on me. I lost my balance and we both fell on the floor.

This is gonna be hell in the evening.

Soon, I felt four other tongues licking my face. "G-guys… get off.." I tried to say though my laughs, "That.. giggles.. Rocky!"

I heard Caesar's laugh, "Rocky, my boy, stop that." He said, pulling Rocky off me by his loose skin, "horrrie, ennna."

"Eww, dad!" Rocky barked, "You got your saliva all over me!"

It was the others turn to laugh now. I pushed myself up and headed to the kitchen with five dogs tailing me. "What do you want to eat tonight?" I asked, poking my head into the fridge, "Do you guys want.. uhmm, steak? Spare ribs?"

"Spare ribs!!" the youngsters chorused, "Yum! Yum! Spare ribs!"

Forrest rolled her black eyes, "Kids." She muttered.

Champ heard her, "aged." He mumbled.

Forrest growled down at him. I laughed, "Stop it, okay?" I said, "Let's just eat. Can someone get me my cookbook?" Caramel barked, I guessed she was getting it.

I glared at the two youngsters as she left the kitchen, "Eh, what happened to the gentledogs? The ladies do everything these days now huh?"

"Hah!" Rocky barked, "There are no such thing as a gentledog. Dogs aren't called bastards for nothing."

I rolled my eyes, when will Johnny's influence stop? Even the dogs are influenced! What a superiority that it almost scares me. Shit.

"Got it!" Caramel said after she spattered the cook book by my feet. Champ laughed his head out as he leaned against Rocky; "Eww." Champ commented, "It has your saliva everywhere!"

Caramel glared at them.

I bent down and picked it up. "Time to cook." I said turning to face the black shiny stove. I twisted it on and watched for a moment as the fire flickered on. I took out 6 pounds of spare ribs out of the freezer and arranged them in a medium sized pan. I started to roast them.

I stared at the blue flames under the pan. I can't stand it. I have ignored this feeling since this morning. I hurried to the living room where the wireless phone is. I turned all the lights on around and in the house before I locked myself up in my room. The dogs will warn me if something happens.

But of course, I don't want something to happen.

I pressed Brooklyn's number and waited til he picked it up. I heard some breathing, "Hey, it's me," I said quickly, not giving him a chance to say anything, "I waited, you didn't come. What's the problem? Are you avoiding me?"

"…Can't pick up his phone right now," I stiffened. It was a girl; but who is this? I don't think I can recognize the voice, "Can you call later? Okay? Bye. I love Brooklyn!!" Click.

My fingers felt weak, they were trembling, I didn't have the strength to hold the phone so it fell on the floor. "Oh. My. God. Who was that?" I mumbled, "I don't know that voice."

I know its too early to assume, like the old saying goes, "assume" makes an "ass" out of "u" and "me". Plus, it's not like I don't trust him… it's just that. I sat up from my bed and pulled my comforter away. I paced around my room, trying to think things through.

The phone rang. I stared at it for a couple of minutes. I'm pretty hell sure that it isn't Brooklyn, he is too busy to even pick up his goddamn fucking phone! Sorry. It was a moment of emotion.

"Yeah?" I almost hissed through the fucking phone, "I'm not in the fucking mood to talk—"

"You kiss me with that kind of mouth?" Brooklyn's voice boomed through the speaker followed by his amused laughter, "Sorry I couldn't pick up, Anns. I was busy doing something."

I rolled my eyes, "Right," I mumbled, "you were too busy fucking the slut in the kitchen."

"Huh? What? I didn't catch that."

"Oh, you didn't catch it never mind it then. Doesn't matter anyway."

"Who bit you? Why so pissed?"

"Because. Period. Can we talk next year? Cause I'm so tired. So goodbye--"

"Wait! Hold up! Where's the fire?"

In my head. "No idea."

"…"

"So?"

"Oh, right. Uhh, why'd you call earlier?"

"Huh? Oh, because.., nothing, I was just checking. You know."

"Oh. Okay."

"Who was the girl who answered me?"

"Girl? There's no one here but me."

"Oh. Riight."

"Really, Anna."

That's it! That's it! It hurts enough that he's cheating on me, it hurts even more that he can't just admit it! "Tell me the fucking name or I'll… do something stupid." I threatened. But of course, it's an empty threat. I could never hurt Brooklyn especially not on purpose. "I'll find out soon enough. So spill it out."

He stayed silent for a few seconds before he laughed out loud. Is he losing his sanity? What was so funny about what I said? This is a very very serious matter. I heard the fall crash on the floor and his now distant laughter. This is not funny. Is this funny? Do you think catching your boyfriend cheating on you funny?

If you do then go see a doctor.

"What's funny?" I huffed, "I haven't heard anything funny? Is your little slut doing something stupid? Could you please pick up the fucking phone? Kingston, pick it up before I march there and pull all her hair out."

I heard the phone being picked up and his deep breathes. Building up confidence? I don't think so. "Y-you're are so pathetic, Anna." He said, his voice cracking from laughter, "That was you, stupid. We recorded that a couple of weeks ago. Remember?"

I froze; the phone slipped through my fingers. I quickly snatched it and said, "M-me? That wasn't my voice! You think I don't know my voice?" But I felt like he had hit a spot. Why am I so quick to judge? Why can't I just control my temper?

Maybe I should join the army for discipline.

"For gods' sake, Anns," Brooklyn replied, his laughter almost gone, "Your memory gap is going to cause us trouble someday. Last last last Wednesday remember?"

Oh. Oh. Right. Oops, my fault. "Oops, sorry." I replied, banging my head on the wall, "Sorry about the outburst. Lost self control."

"'ts okay. Now I know that you really love me," he said, "And that you don't really trust me."

He got me there. "You got me there."

He laughed. "Well, I'll call you later. I promise. And oh yeah, about this afternoon. I didn't forget okay? Something came up and it doesn't involve girls. Calm down. I love you."

"Yeah. Okay. No problem."

"Keep safe." Click.

I stared at the phone for a few minutes before I laid down on the bed. I closed my eyes and did the eye exercise Rafe told me when I was still nine. I heard nervous barkings. My forehead furrowed as I tried to make out what the dogs were so tense about …

"..fire.. burnt.. cough cough…get anna… spare ribs…"

I gasped as I jumped out of bed and down to the kitchen. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," I screamed as I kicked the kitchen door open and quickly turned the stove off. "Oh shit, open the doors. Windows. Whatever."—I coughed—"Get out of the kitchen. Hurry hurry."

I closed the door behind me and stared at the helpless faces of my dogs. "Sorry guys," I mumbled, scratching the back of my head, "I got a little distracted."

"Brooklyn," they muttered.

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The next day came like a blur. Johnny, Brooklyn, Kai, Enrique and Mariam were absent. Rafe haven't arrived yet. I walked through the crowded hallways, trying my best not to get squished. I haven't seen Edgar yet, and I really need to talk to him about yesterday. Where was he when you need him the most?

I got home tired, all I wanted to do was sleep and sleep. But I remembered my article. So I broke into Johnny's room and opened some drawers.

The search was in vain.

The next days were almost the same. If Brooklyn was present in the morning, he'll be absent in the afternoon or sometimes vise versa. Johnny never came home since last Thursday; he has never appeared in school either. Kai and Mariam haven't popped into.

I'm just observing them for my report.

Rafe was home now. But we have never talked to each other, he's always busy, running here to there, always stressed, tired, pissed. I continued to search vainly through Johnny's room.

The weekends came and past. Hilary came over last Saturday to help me get my focus back on my studies. But I just can't concentrate with everything that has been happening lately.

Every night, I still dream of the same dream I had a couple of days ago. Except that it was forwarded to the part where the wolves appeared. It always stops when the wolf was about to devour me, I guess it isn't my time yet.

The days of the exams had finally arrived. I tried to concentrate on my algebra notes as I walked towards my examination room. "if the exponent of i is 2 then the answer is--" I memorized, "..Aww shit. I forgot. Keep your head in the book."—I groaned—"What is this High School Musical? I need a pen."

I dug for my pen inside my bag, "Where are you?" I muttered, "Where, where, where…"

"There she is! Hey Valentine!"

I looked up and saw Ming-Ming beaming at me, waving her hands towards my direction. I glanced behind me, is she talking to me? To me? She never talks to me. She hates the people in the paper. I have no idea why though, she just hate reporters, writers, etc, etc. She should be grateful to us; we published her first ever singing contest where she won.

She became popular after that, ungrateful little--

I stopped when I noticed who was beside her. Oh no. No. No. No. Fuck no. I don't need any distractions right now! I'm in the verge of scribbling down some formulas for algebra; I do not need anymore problems. Does he really want me to flunk every goddamn subject I'm taking?

I huffed as I turned around back to the direction I came from.

I'll just use the other short cut. Around the field. Sure it was a longer way, but whatever. I don't really care right now.

"Anna, oh come on!" I heard Brooklyn yelling behind me, "Excuse me.. sorry… Anna! Could just fucking stop?"

I halted. He bumped on my back. I rolled my eyes then continued on my way.

Brooklyn easily paced with me since he has long legs. "What do you want?" I snapped, avoiding a few stares at us. This is a really dramatic scene. Last week people I don't even know have been asking me if Brooklyn and I broke up. What the fuck do they care if we did?

Ugh…. My life is just so frustrating that I want to give up. Well, whatever.

Brooklyn grabbed my wrist making me stop, "Let me explain," he said, "Will you just listen to me?'

So he knows he did something wrong, "What? What? What? What?" I yelled, pulling my wrist back, "Talk."

Brooklyn placed his hands on my shoulders, I nudged them away. "Can you listen?" he snapped.

"Do you have to touch me every time you open your mouth to explain? What am I your tongue?"

His lips twitched. He dropped his hands to his sides. "I'm sorry. I sorry for not picking up, I'm sorry for ignoring you. Sorry for avoiding you. Sorry, I just need space. You're getting leashy."

I licked my lips, "Leashy? You think that I think that you're a dog?"

"No! That's not what I meant, what I me—"

"You fucking asshole. I do not call you 24/7. In fact, Hilary even thought we broke up these past few months because I was so busy with the paper. And you were too busy with your pictures. And here you go saying that I've been too leashy—"

"Could you just listen? You know what, this is the problem! You're always the one who talks. You never listen--"

"I never listen?! Since when did you listen to me? So you're going to throw the wrong at me?! Fine. So be it." I turned around and headed back to the direction I came from. He still walked briskly beside me, I glared at him.

He glared back.

"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry okay?" he said, "I had a family matter. Could you just stop walking? Look at me."—he grabbed both my wrists now—"Anna, please. Just hold on for a minute. We have a lot of fire extinguishers. No need to rush."

"Oh. Har har. That's so hilarious."

He chuckled. "I did it for you." His face suddenly became serious. My head began picturing me bonking his head with a big red hammer. I laughed.

"What's funny?" he asked, raising a brow, "I'm not joking."

"Ohh,.. haha, I'm not laughing at you," I replied, covering my eyes, if I look at him again, I'll burst out laughing, "Listen, can we talk later? Cause really, you need to straighten up your lies and I need to pass algebra. So goodbye."

I tried to whisk his grip away but he tightened it in response. "Didn't you hear me?" he said, cupping my face in his hands, "Don't you understand?"

"Oh yes, I did actually." I replied, slapping his hands away, "I gave you time to straighten everything out you didn't take it. Fine. So here's a big hole you forgot to fix, you said that you went away for a family thing, but just this minute you said you did it for me?"—he looked surprised then he massaged his head in frustration—"So which one is it, Kingston? Family or girlfriend?"

"Both."

"Can we just talk when you have a straighter head? Or sense of reasoning?" I bit my lower lip, "Or in this case lying."

"That's the problem. You're just so judgy. You think everyone is going to hurt you. Betray you. Leave you. Don't you understand that some people actually want to stay beside you but you subconsciously push them away?"

The bell rang. I tensed. Shit. Algebra. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I still haven't reviewed. "Shit!!" I cursed turning around, "Look, I have algebra right now. Later."

"So you're just going to leave me here when were actually talking?"

"Your timing sucks. You want me to flunk my algebra just for you?"

"So I'm just a just. Okay."

"That's what I am to you. Fair share." I waved at him ready to sprint to my examination room if needed.

"My world revolves around you, you know."

I stopped and turned around. I raised my hand to cover my eyes; the sun was high in the sky now. Busy spreading some vitamin D. "Well…I… is that why you're being so annoying?" I replied.

"I'm serious." He said walking slowly towards me, "So serious."

"Awesome."

He sighed before he wrapped his arms around me, "Sorry, okay?" he whispered, "I'll make it up to you."

No matter how much you want to be angry at a person you just can't because of love. And that really pisses me off now, I mean come on, I need to be angry now. Sheesh. I hugged back. "Okay." I mumbled, "Sorry."

Great, how the fuck can I answer algebra like this? Get ready to flunk! Whoo! Hooray!

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And indeed he did.

After exams Brooklyn never left my side, which was kind of annoying since I'm still pretending to be a little mad at him. He held my hand all the way, even when he was driving me home. He even stayed for the afternoon. I tried to push him, I yelled, glared and whatever.

He never faltered, not even once.

I even shoved him out of my room and locked the door. I studied for tomorrow. I assumed that he had left since there was no more noise, no yelling, no sorrys—just total lovely silence. But when I opened the door, he was still there. Leaning on the wall, his eyes busy reading a book. He looked up when the door opened. He smiled at me.

"Oh, hey, Anns."

I gulped, "What are you still doing here? Did I tell you to go?"

"Sorry. Can't help it."

"Can't help what? Seeing me pissed?"

"Can't help seeing you. Period."

"Ohh, that's really great."

He chuckled as he pushed himself off the floor. He glanced at the grandfather clock by the end of the hall, his lips twitched again. "Sorry, I have to go now." he said, frowning, "Believe me when I say that I don't really want to go. But I'm involved now too."

"Involved in what?"

He kissed me on the forehead, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

I stuck my tongue out at him, "You wish."

"Fine. Whatever." He said, walking back to pick his stuff, "See yah. I'll call you later, okay?'

Okay.

I slowly followed him down stairs. He bid goodbye to Hector, our old trusty butler, and headed out the door with one last look at me. He smirked; he must have seen my smile. I sighed as I hurried towards Johnny's room again. I come here every afternoon that it became a tradition in the making.

I looked through some of his computer files last week. Visited websites. They were all movies about werewolves, the moon, recent happenings. I wonder if Johnny had been dreaming too? I bent down and pulled out the boxes from under his bed now.

I think I found them.

The boxes were labeled TOP SECRET and around the boxes were some threats if you open the box and you're not Johnny. I laughed as I read his pathetic threats like I'll kick you off to Mars or I'll send you to the vampires!

Really creative.

I grabbed a scissor from my pocket and started to cut the tape open. I sneezed with all the dust forming on the boxes. Doesn't he clean this things up? I guess that's better then, he won't find out I've been fiddling with his stuff.

I heard claws scratching the floor, my thoughts immediately flew to the werewolves. I felt my heart thud like its going to burst through my chest. I turned around and gasped, color flushing down my cheeks. It was…

KiSSEDBYKAi: hei. This chapter is super long. Don't you agree? I'm burning the night candle for this. Anyway, next chapter is going to be a bit delayed. If you're observant you may have noticed that I update after a week or seven days. So maybe this time it'll be two weeks since I still have to pass my research thesis paper. In the next chapter, we'll get to se how Anna interacts with Kai and we get to see Johnny in action. See you in teh next!

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