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A/N: I'd advise you go back and reread all the others chapters. Due to not being pleased with how this story looks I decided to rewrite it. Don't worry it's still the same plot line and all. I just decided to fix up the grammar the best I could, add a few things, and take away a few things. I hope you do like how it looks now, I will also be doing the same thing to my 'My Mate' and 'One Piece (Love Story)' stories. So that'll take sometime.

-Chapter Thirteen-

-Crystal's P.O.V-

I jolted awake in a cold sweat, my breathing heavy as my eyes darted around my room. It was still dark out and there was barely any light causing me to only see the dark figures of the items in my room. This did little to help calm my fast beating heart. My eyes continued to dart around the room before landing on my bedroom window. The curtains were drawn and allowed me to peer out into the night sky that had bright stars sprinkled all around.

There wasn't anything out there and that seemed to calm me just a little. Just as I was about to drift off once again, my body tensed up at the feeling of a strong arm snaking around my waist as I was pulled back into a chest. My eyes were wide as I dared not look back in fear of seeing what was behind me. Part of me desperately wanted to believe that Kelly had sneaked into my house and decided to crash beside me. Cuddling up close to me while asleep, but there were two things that disproved that line of thinking.

One, she lost the extra key I had given her to my house and two, the arm wrapped around me was too masculine. Should I scream? But, what if that caused the person behind me to react violently. I don't think I'm ready to die now. Perhaps this was just my imagination playing tricks on my mind due to the darkness that surrounded me, but part of me doubted this.

I flinched when I heard a relieved sigh sound out behind me as the intruder seemed to snuggle closer to my body. "Warm" I heard them mumble into my ear. My eyes darted around everywhere, trying to find something that could possibly help me. When I did my heart almost sank. I spotted my phone resting gently on my bedside table, but it was far enough that I would have to shift my body just enough to lean forward and get it.

Did I want to risk moving and waking up whoever was behind me? Perhaps if I was lucky, they would only think I was moving around in my sleep. I slowly wiggled my body, being careful as I moved forward and stretched my arm out 'til my fingertips rested against the wooden surface of my bed side table. 'So far, so good' I thought as I noticed that the stranger behind me hadn't made any indication that they were waking up. My fingertips slid across the surface of my bedside table as I leaned further ahead.

I almost felt like crying out in joy when I felt my fingertips brush against the edge of my phone, but that joy was short lived as I yelped loudly when my body was yanked backwards. My heart leaped up into my throat as another arm was wrapped around my waist and held me even closer to the body behind me. The person behind me snuggled their face right into the crook of my neck, but the strange thing was...their flesh felt oddly smooth and cold. It felt almost familiar, like that time I had changed that one mannequin. I didn't get to dwell on it for long as the person heaved a sigh.

"I should return home soon before Slender comes looking for me and I rather not deal with the fit he'll pitch if he discovers where I am" the person mumbled as the arms slipped away from me and the bed shifted as the person stood. 'Slender?' I questioned, what an odd name he just spoke. It made me think back to that silly internet story that had once been popular a few years back. "Goodnight, darling. Sleep well" I shifted uncomfortably once I heard them say that. My ears twitched to a strange sound that caused me to wince before it quickly disappeared, leaving me in pure silence.

After a few moments, I looked back, finding nothing there. I never heard my bedroom door open and I never witness the man crawl out the bedroom window. So, how did he leave? Had it all just been my imagination? The only thing I was sure of now, was that I wasn't getting any more sleep for the rest of the night.

-Everyone's P.O.V-
-Trender-

When Trender had appeared back home, he had entered the kitchen. There was no point in getting any rest, he was fully awake now after resting so close to his object of obsession. When he had entered the first thing he was greeted to was Slender who was seated in one of the kitchen chairs and was leaning forward on the kitchen table. His blank face staring straight towards his younger brother's similar looking face. They had been the only two in the Slender family to be born without any features, Offender had been lucky enough to have a mouth and Splendor was the only one with a face.

Though it was hollow looking, it was still a face. "Offender told me something interesting during one of his fits of rage" Slender was the first to break their little stare down. "Says you're doing it again."

"Doing what?" Trender feign ignorance as he moved around the kitchen.

"Says you found another human to obsess over."

"So?"

"We've discussed this before, you know this never ends well" Slender stated bluntly.

"This is different" Trender defended.

"Different how? To me it seems its falling into that same pattern, every hundred years you find a human to obsess over. You follow them around and when you finally confront them and they reject whatever made up feelings you had thought were real you end up slaughtering them" Slender crossed his arms. "It's quite tiring brother, we are nothing but monsters, demons and whatever other names the humans wish to call us. We do not have feelings."

"You're wrong, these feelings are real" Trender grounded out.

"You keep telling yourself that every time and until I see it, I expect the same results. But, this time I expect them done quicker. Either you get rid of them or I do, I do not need to handle another one of your hissy fits over another human" Slender stood up. "They're far more annoying and even more messier than Splendor's" he grumbled as he teleported out of the room, leaving his brother alone. Trender was silent as he stared down at the glass he was tightly clutching in his hand, not moving.

It wasn't until the glass broke under the pressure he had been putting on it did he finally release a sigh and grumbled to himself. Mimicking his older brother's voice as he set to work in cleaning up the glass shards, not wanting to hear a lecture about that if Slender found them. "I'll show him that this is different from all the other times and I think I know just how" he muttered.

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