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Chapter 12

Haydn pulls into the driveway, Marisia knows Calvin is waiting but she remains in the car. "I really hope that you can learn no to hate me." Haydn says quietly, avoiding her eyes.

"I don't think I can hate you Haydn," She sighs. "I don't know what the heck's wrong with me, but I can't seem to convince myself to hate you. If I did, you'd be dead." And with that, she climbs out of car without another word.

"Where the hell were you?" Calvin demands the second she steps through the door.

"Do I have to tell you every time I leave the house?" She snaps. "Do I have a curfew now too?"

"I'm being serious Marisia! You can't just go off like that without letting me know where you are! I thought you were dead." He finishes with a whisper his expression pained. Her icy attitude melts.

"I'm sorry Calvin, it's just been kind of stressful, I don't really want to talk about it."

"It's okay Mar, just please tell where you are. I was totally freaked." He hugs her fiercely and she stiffens momentarily, but he doesn't seem to notice. Before she would have thought nothing of a hug from Calvin, he was her best friend after all. But now that Haydn had told her all of that stuff about Calvin, it was different. Did he really feel as Haydn said? Stupid Haydn ruining everything!

He releases her and looks down at her with concern. "Is everything alright Mar? You seem kind of jumpy." She manages to give him what she hopes is a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, just a long day I guess. I'm going to head to bed alright?" It must have worked because he breaks out into a grin.

"Sure Mar, get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow." He flops down on the couch and flips on the T.V. She walks to her room her room and shuts the door before plopping onto her bed; she's asleep when her head hits the pillow.

She's running as fast as she can, desperate to lose her pursuer, knowing that if she's caught she's dead. Through the darkened streets she runs, holding up her long cumbersome skirts to go faster. She knows that if she attempts to scream she'll be dead before a sound can leave her mouth.

"There's no escape!" The voice of her pursuer cackles dangerously close.

She was supposed to kill creatures like these, not the other way around. She doesn't know how this happened, how she had become separated from the others. If she could only reach her family home just a few blocks away, she would be safe then.

She rounds the corner, breathing hard, not thinking she could go another step on the verge of collapse, but so close to safety she cannot give up. She stops short. It's not possible, but there she is. Her long blond hair is billowing in the wind and she grins a smile of sadistic pleasure, fangs glinting in the dim moonlight.

"I told you, there's no escape." She says softly, her voice high pitched, void of any emotion. Desperately she turns around sprinting in the other direction, but again the girl's already there.

She was just playing with me like a cat with a mouse. She realizes. And like a cat eventually does to the mouse, the vampire rushes forward and is soon upon her. Dinner was served.

Marisia bolts upright screaming in terror and Calvin zooms into the room. "Marisia what's wrong?" He shouts now by the edge of her bed.

"It was just a nightmare," She says shakily. "A nightmare that's all. I'm sorry that I woke you Calvin." He gives a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hey it's fine Mar, as long as you're all right." He looks at her for conformation and she nods.

"Yes I'm fine, just go back to bed Calvin." She gives him a tiny smile.

"Okay, if you need me, just yell." And with that, he's gone. Marisia slowly sinks back onto the pillows, shaking. That hadn't been a nightmare that had been a memory. It was too vivid, like she was really there, not distant and unrealistic like a dream. She had just seen one of her many deaths.

She lies awake, unable to sleep, until she can no longer hold her eyelids open and she falls into a fitful slumber.

Monday, she is most definitely not ready to go back to school, even though she has already missed so much. As she lies miserably in the sheets, there's a soft knock on the door.

"What? " She mumbles voice thick with sleep. The door opens a crack, and Calvin pops his head in grinning.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty. I'm off to school and I totally forgot to give you this," He drops onto her desk a massive pile of books and papers. "Make up work," He says gleefully. "Enjoy."

"You suck," She groans. "Get out!" She chucks a pillow at him, which he dodges easily, and chuckling, he shuts the door.

She manages to fall back asleep and wakes up again at ten. She stumbles zombie like to the bathroom and ducks into shower. The hot water clears her mind and inevitably, she thinks back on her nightmare/memory of last night.

Maybe it contained a clue that could help them find her killer. She would have to call Haydn, she supposed. The thought cheers and annoys her. She's annoyed at herself because just the thought of calling Haydn improves her mood.

She would give anything to have him out of her life, but for now it appears as if she's stuck with him. She switches off the water; quickly towel dries and then combs her hair before throwing on jeans and a T-shirt. At least this gave her an excuse to avoid homework she supposed.

With a sigh she pulls out her cell and dials the number Haydn left for her. "Hello?" He answers warily after the third ring. "Who is this?" She sighs again.

"Haydn, it's just me." She says exasperatedly.

"Oh," He sounds surprised. "What do you want?"

"Well I had a nightmare last night, and it turned out to be a memory," She pauses. "Of my death."

"What, did you see at all who it was?" He asks eagerly.

"Yes I did, do you want me to describe her?"

"Yes, yes, hold on. Let me grab something to write with," A moment later he's back, breathing hard into the phone. "Okay, what did they look like, be as detailed as possible."

"Well okay," She thinks back a moment. "She was super short, only about five feet, with really long pale blond hair, and it was kind of curly," She pauses. "I guess her clothes don't matter, since this appeared to have happened like a hundred years ago. I think her eyes were blue, and her voice was really high pitched. Oh and also she seemed completely nuts." There's silence on the other end.

"Haydn? You still there? "

"Yes," he says somewhat shakily. "I'm here. Are you absolutely positive that's what they looked like?" He continues urgently.

"Yeah I'm sure. Haydn what's wrong? Do you think you know who it is?"

"No, no it's not possible, something must be wrong," He appears to be talking to himself. "It can't possibly be Annabell."

"Annabelle, who's Annabelle?" She demands sharply. Haydn seems to realize he slipped up.

"Oh no one you need to worry about. It can't be her. Annabelle has been dead for over a hundred years." He quickly tries to reassure her. Marisia doesn't fall for it.

"But who was she?" Haydn sighs.

"She's just someone I used to know, don't worry about it."

"Yeah, uh-huh fine whatever don't tell me. See you later." And with that she hangs up. Marisia sits down, arms folded.

Something was definitely up. Did Haydn think she was a complete idiot? No she was going to get to the bottom of this, whether Haydn liked it or not.