Ross's POV

I opened the door and was extremely happy to be back to the usual aroma of the flowers in the backyard, the blood in the fridge, and all the other normal type smells that you'd find in a house. I heard Hayley fling the door close and I barely got a chance to turn around before she had her lips locked on mine. I noticed something off about her kissing me so suddenly though, some type of wild flare? It just wasn't Hayley... Hayley's more passionate than wild... that's the only way I figured something was off. I hesitantly pulled back and looked at her confused expression. "What? You don't wanna kiss me right now?" she asked. Now I knew this wasn't Hayley because the first thing she will always ask is if something is wrong. "Hayls, you okay? You don't seem... yourself" I said concernedly.

"Yeah, never better!"

"You sure?"

"Positive Ross... I think the fair got to your head"

"Eh, maybe you're right"

"I probably am"

I smiled and shook my head. I walked upstairs and into my room and changed into my pajama pants and crawled into bed, I was freaking drained from trying to keep Hayley happy and not killing someone so my eyes closed immediately. I heard the door open and I sat up and opened my eyes since it seemed any time Hayley came in it was because something happened. She was in her crimson red spaghetti strap silky pajama top and matching pajama pants and her hair was down. "Can I sleep in here Ross? We both know I feel safer with you" she said holding her upper left arm. I did a bit of a confused sideways glance at her. "Your arm okay?" I asked.

"Mm hm"

"Let me see it"

She walked over and sat down on the bed next to me and took her hand off her arm. I saw 4 slightly crescent shaped cuts on the back of her upper arm and 1 on the inside of her upper arm... like right about where that b**** grabbed her. "Did you feel anything earlier when he grabbed you?"

"No, why? Is something wrong?"

I looked up and was about to say something when I noticed her eyes were like 3 shades lighter. I shook my head thinking I'm just tired and I'm seeing things. "Nah, just seems like he accidentally got you with his nails" or was it an accident? I laid back on the bed and folded my hands behind my head. Hayley crawled up next to me and pulled the covers up over herself. She laid her head on my shoulder and draped her arm over my bare torso. "Night Hayley" I whispered.

"Night Rossy" she whispered back sweetly. I closed my eyes and thought about the guy that was bugging Hayley at the fair. He was about an inch taller than me had spiky black hair bright green eyes and reminded me of a guy I had a problem with about 100 years ago... his name was Ryan Kollings... but that couldn't have been him, I reassured myself. I heard Hayley's breathing even out and knew she'd fallen asleep, so I fell asleep too.

A/N- Dun dun ddduuunnn. I can't even understand myself (and I'm the one who's writing the story) why Ross has problems with so many people!

Anyone else?

Just me?