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Chapter three: Science Fiction Romance.

''Fricken Zombies...'' I sighed.

Ever had a zombie dream? Sometimes their funny when you don't die in them. Sometimes, I am able to get on top of the school roof and watch the chaos and not even with my closest friends for example-like Bav or Jenna-They never show up in my undead dreams. Dreams? Not nightmares, because it's not that scary. I have vampire dreams scarier then Zombie dreams.

I've never dreamed about Mina, she doesn't seem like a vampire to me.

Ever read The Vampire Chronicles? Lestat is a constant dream companion and I have no idea why. Sometimes, I am the French vampire but mostly He sits or stands before me and jokes and laughs, or reads aloud. And I know that this is a dream but, I sit and listen to him. He's pretty sexy. If I am him in my dreams, Marius is always near me or around and I've never seen Louis in them before. In my last Lestat dream I was him but, I was also running away from him. I don't get it.

My dreams never tell me anything, they are just there to entertain the part of my brain that stays awake while I sleep.

Pretty much a rip-off in the mystic department.

I lowered myself off my bed and to a couching position on the wooden floor. I was looking for my back pack, messanger bag-side bag-whatever. I needed to know the time, but finding my bag in the dark was going to be a problem. I crawled around, bumping into furniture with my head.

''Ahh...Hsss, God dammit.'' I clutched the top of my head.

After I nursed my bruised dome, I began to feel the thing I had slammed into. I rubbed it up and down, it had metal handles and and grooves of and shape of the mass suggested that it was the wooden cabinet in the corner. Maybe I put my bag in there? Or, is it under the bed?

I dunno, but it wouldn't hurt to try the cabinet.

Yes, it hurt to try the cabinet...I opened one of the doors too fast and slammed the side of the door into my forehead.

Being blind would be very painful.

I stumbled back and fell on my ass, I think I broke my ass. ''SONOFABITCH.'' Echoed very loudly...I wondered if anyone heard that.

I laid on the floor, rubbing my head and ass for a bit...Thinking of what time it could be...Maybe early in the morning? I snuggled the floor, I was still kinda tired even after waking up from a gay zombie dream again. I thought of Tom and I felt something I thought was long dead...Butterflies. That sensation has long been dead for two years I think...I used to feel it when someone mentioned sex or when I was reading a naughty romance novel. Yeah...Those were the days, speaking in front of a large crowd of people or just being nervous about the first day of school...These butterflies feel good. Maybe too good.

I got on my knees and then lifted my bruised ass to a standing position, I walked like Frankenstein towards the cabinet and searched it's contents with my clumsy smacking hands. Noooo...That feels like towels...Why would there be towels in here? I groped again and didn't find anything at felt like my bag.

So, it was back to crawling again...But this time with one hand out...Don't want another crack on my brain.

I felt the the end of my bed, I scooted under it. There was at least a foot or two of space between the bottom of the bed and the floor, slithered under it and started to feel around. Hmmm...Could this be it? Feels like it. I felt the zipper and silently screamed 'Yes!' I began to slither out of the bed when there was a soft knock at the door...Wherever it was. I held my breath and stayed still...I became a frozen bunny-rabbit. I dunno why I freeze up and hide when suitations like these pop up, it's just something that I do...I guess I want to be left alone.

After a short-long pause of two minutes. I began to quietly remove myself by shimmying backwards, I froze up again when I heard a creak and somewhere in the darkness a knob slowly turned and clicked. I scurried back under the bed and...Waited.

The door slowly opened and I heard soft foot steps enter the room, I held my breath and my eyes shut as the light flooded the room.

''Hello...?'' A soft but slightly deep voice whispered.

Tom.

I judged the pros and cons of suddenly crawling out from under the bed and waving at him while on my knees.

Embarassment. Was one of the cons.

I sighed softly and then covered my mouth with my hands.

Ooo...Fuck.

The footsteps paused and I peeked with one eye...He was standing at the foot of my bed.

Crap.

I bit my upper lip and waited to see if he was going to peek under or demand whoever it is to come out.

If he peeked, it would be funny and cute.

Sure enough, he couched down and peeked. ''What are ya doing down there?''

I waved and smiled, ''Oh...I dunno, looking for my bag and stuff.''

He chuckled and grabbed my ankle, hard but gently and pulled me out from under the bed. I squeaked softly and stared up at him.

''Maybe, I liked being under there?'' I grinned at him.

Tom chuckled and helped me sit up, I smiled up at him...I had a thought. I sat up on my legs and shoved my bag back under the bed. Now, I know Tom likes me...The foreplay, the sex and flirting couldn't be all a act because I wasn't entirely acting either. I pursed my lips together, he smiled down at me.

''I thought ya were looking for ya bag?'' He questioned my action.

''Oh, I was...But I found something better to preoccupy my time.'' I smirked seductively...Well, I tried to be seductive like.

I was suddenly really...in the mood-wanting to be intimate-Horny, whatever.

''Oh?'' He raised an eyebrow and slowly gave a crooked grin. He was getting the idea.

I placed an hand on his broad shoulder and one gently cupping his face, I smiled a little as I kissed him on the lips. He pulled me to him and sat me on his lap, he leaned down a little, deepening the kiss. I broke away to shift and wrap my legs around his waist, he looked at me as he hesitatingly rubbed my thighs. I grinned at him and kissed him again, more open mouth with a little bit of tongue.

That would answer him.

I was rolled on my back and this was not going to be easy, for we were both wearing pants. If I was a dress wearer this would be a piece of cake, I would hike up my skirt, he would undo his pants and...You get the idea. But atlas' I am not.

I turned my head and realized the door was still open. I laughed and pointed, Tom stopped his kisses and laugh too.

''I guess I am going to shut it?'' He smiled, looking loveingly at me.

''Hey, your the one who wanted tops.'' I looked away from him, why was I starting to get nervous when he looked at me like that?

It is true. I sometimes become the guy of a relationship, hard to face commitment and has too much pride. I usually end up falling for the charming whores-well, 'man whores' and I know what they are or who they are but I end up disappointed and heart broken for about a month to two months. Depends on how much time we spent together...Or whether we had fun 'with' each other, doesn't have to include sex. but, it usually does.

As Tom closed the door I got up and started to undress, I danced out of my pants and hopped out of my panties. Tom bumped into me in the dark and I started to help him, I had to strain my eyes to find where his mouth was and kiss him. We fell back on the bed half dressed when we both went a little too passionate with our kissing, I giggled and he chuckled and we resumed kissing. He pulled my shirt over my head and I practically ripped his pants off him, He felt my bra and I had to guide him how to unhook it. ''See, their not that difficult. I think their easier then those horrible dumb corsets.'' I whispered in his ear, nibbling on it too.

My bra was flinged to the side and our mouths started to mash together, fingers tickling and thighs rubbing against each other's. I had to guide him to the bull's eye which I didn't mind at all. I don't know why I never moan, I pant and mew but that's about it. I love to hear him grunt even when he's not on top of me or under me. Having sex with Tom is very reliving, I mean being a 21st century gal stuck in the late 19th, early 20th century without a iPod can be very stressful. Almost mind numbing and physically unbearable. Tom thrust into me hard, knocking me out of my thoughts and back into darkness...It wasn't even his first thrust. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his mouth, nose and eyes...I sucked on his earlobe, making him shiver.

I had the urge to push him off of me and get tops but I know their would be a fight and besides, it would be hard for me shove him with my twig arms. I wonder if he ever been on the bottom? Maybe he was like those consertives and didn't think women should gain any power in the bed room, well...I am not a woman, not yet. But I am still a girl who likes to have some control. I like to go at my own pace.

I rubbed his shoulders, he wasn't pushing hard anymore, he was being gentle and slow. Maybe he was tired?

I kissed him and nibbled on his lips, running my fingers through his curly hair and gigging. I could feel his lips form a smile as he kissed me back, pushing a little harder than he was before. Maybe he was trying to make this last?

Within a few minutes we were rolling around the bed, he was thrusting hard and harder and kissing me all over, I didn't want him to stop.

When I first met Tom I didn't think much about him, he flirted and I turned him down. I never thought of him naked or doing the deed. He seemed uninteresting and weird, then I realized I was the weird one. Future girl with her world of tomorrow. I know now why he liked me in the first place...I was greatly intriguing, unexplored territory, something to crave within reach. It was more possible for me to return his affection then Mrs. Harker. We are close in age...At least I think we are. Both Americans-duh-And the more normal ones, but I am more useless then he is. Sure, he has his gun and American style but up against other fellow literary league members he is kinda short. A vampire-slash-Chemist, Normal Doctor Jekyll-plus-His Darker half Hyde, which I have yet to see. Captain-slash-world greatest inventor, invisible self proclaimed gentlemen thief-minus-Cocky cheeky bastard. Snobbish high society Gothic hero+almost indestructible+ charm.

Old frog man+ gun+co-leader...He was kinda intimidating to both me and Tom. Maybe more to me than Tom, but I will never let that show.

Maybe we were being treated like kids because everyone was old and senile...Rod was on his way-laugh-out-loud. Of course I don't many of us pay attention to Rod-I mean how can we? He's invisible. But, really is he doesn't speak up sometimes even with his face paint and black attire I wouldn't know he was there. Sad, kinda.

Tom slammed himself against me which brought me out of auto pilot. Our hips rocked together, he seemed to sink his self deeper inside me. It was almost too late for me but, he was soon to get his early morning delight. I could tell how his muscles began to tense more and more as he rubs up against me, His grunts started sound deeper and deeper. I couldn't help but let out a breathless giggle and he held on to me tighter, I kissed his jaw and his neck.

After he found his release, like before, he rest against me. I stroked his head with my free hand, the other held him to me, his arms were wrapped around my torso. He sighed, snuggling into my flesh. I gave a deep heavy sigh, what was I thinking...Sleeping with Tom Sawyer? He looked up at me and I gave a tired smile and he returned it. I was cool and slick with sweat, his skin stuck to mine a little and I shifted awkwardly. Tom raised up and kissed me...It was unexpected after a few long moments of only relaxed silence and soft breathing. I kissed him back, he pulled away and gently whispered in in my ear.

''I love you...'' He kissed my cheek and sat back to watch my reaction.

I went through several emotions over a five-second time frame...He even said 'you' instead of 'ya'.

I must have looked deranged with the facial expressions I made. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how I could say anything. But, I couldn't help laugh mentally...I felt like Becky Thatcher.

I grew cold...If Tom was real so, was Becky. How did they... Grow up?

Tom looked at me with patience, I guess it wasn't just in the moment babel. I didn't want him to be upset or wait to long.

I mentally sighed...

''I...'' Could I really say it? I never said it before unless it was to the parental units. ''I love you too.'' I smiled at him and hugged him.

Being a teenager sucks.

Tom hugged me tightly, ''Since the day I saw ya...I fell in love with you. You were so different...''

I felt thrilled and miserable at the same time.

Fricken Emotions...

''Tom...Have you thought it through?'' I asked, hoping he didn't and lose interest after I explained it.

''Yes, I did.'' He grinned, holding me so tight...I started think I wasn't breathing anymore.

I felt like we were being watched, me more intently then Tom was.

After he told me how he felt, we became inseparable.

Unbelievable if you ask me. Two months of dancing around each other, two nights of sleeping with one another and wha-la!

Somehow I think it was planned.

Too bad, Tom will have find out the hard way of my love of solitude...

Okay, maybe when I am send back he'll find out.

I was in one of the living rooms- I actually learned a few hallways after a week or two being with Tom- I was staring at one the paintings. It was of a young girl sitting at a bay window but not looking out of it but looking at the painter. I liked the wispy look of it.

I plopped down in one of the squishy armchairs. This room was more British styled then the other rooms, I loved the elegance and the feel of being trapped in one of Jane Austen's novels, everything was humorous, dramatic and ironic. I kicked up my feet on foot stool, spread my legs wide open. Not very lady like, but I didn't care I was wearing pants. I sighed, I was in deep relaxtion. I had avoided everyone, even Tom. Well, It's not like he was walking towards me and I turned around and ran off. I wasn't that cruel...But cruel enough to hide.

Haha...Cruel enough to Hyde. Get it?

Ugh, Now I feel a druggie going through withdrawals...I need something electronic to mess with, cell phone-doesn't matter if it flip or slides-iPod, or mp3player it doesn't matter! Ohh...How I crave to feel my computer's keys beneath my finger tips.

God, I need help.

Tom is wonderful boyfriend-I guess you could call him that-And I nick named him wolfy.

Why?

The sex...Well, the foreplay. Last night, we rolled around...Almost wrestling. It was so funny, he even growls! Of course I Meow if you know what I mean. He's the wolf-man to my Dracula...I likes to bite. I bit him last night too. Not hard, just a nip, a taste if you will. But sometimes it's so weird...Hear I am, making out with older version of Mark Twain's boy hero, but then there are other times where I couldn't give a good fuck. A little 'Monster mash' never hurt anyone.

''Sybil...'' A voice called from the doorway.

I turned around so fast, I think I have whip lash.

Dorian Gray...I almost forgotten about him.

''Mister Gray.'' I couldn't help but smirk, Tom's cockiness rubbed off on me.

He smiled charmingly at his name and walked over-no-floated over and sat in the chair across from me. He crossed his legs, still smiling...I hated him so much. What did he want?

''I can tell by your eyes, that are lovely by the way that you are wondering why I am talking to you.''

''Bravo.'' I simply scastically sneered, getting up to leave.

I kinda sound like Dorian.

I glanced back, he looked amused still sitting and perfectly relaxed...Not the least bit ruffled. I quickly walked out of the room and started to walk to dinning area, I didn't like to be around Gray he made me feel insecure and ugly even if he was charming with his insults so, maybe Tom would be there and I could spend some time with him...Maybe even do some Monster mash...Not on the table of course.