Buttercup slowly arose from her bed. She turned to her window and stared at it. Then she got up and walked toward it. She looked out the window, but nothing, or no one, was there.

She slowly closed her window and turned around. Something bad is about to happen, she thought. She walked to her bed and picked up her phone. She opened it and looked at the time.

9:30 p.m.

She then let out a deep and long yawn. When she was done she blinked in shock as to why she was suddenly feeling so sleepy. Must be because of all the arguing Blossom and her were doing earlier. She went to her dresser and took out what she was gonna wear to bed.

She took out a black crop top that shows part of her stomach and her, and also a pair of black shorts that stop at her upper thigh. She grabbed her towel and went to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and leaned on it. She let out a huge sigh and started rubbing her face.

She put her hands down and stared at the ceiling. Who is he? she thought. And why do I feel so...attracted to him? Is it his looks? Strength? I don't know...what is wrong with me... Her mind was wondering on until she realized that she wasted fifteen minutes thinking about that...sexy murderer.

She blushed at his image but shook it off quick. She looked on her wrist and saw that she forgot her scrunchy. She opened the door and walked to her room, only to realize that her window was open again.

She walk to it and looked out the window again, but there was still nothing there. That feeling that something bad was about to happen came back again. She closed the window again and went to her dresser. She opened the jewelry box and got out a black scrunchy.

She put it in her mouth and used her hands to shape her hair in the ponytail that she wanted in. Since her hair was not very long, there was still some hair left in the back, on the side, and in the front. When she finally got as much hair in her hands as possible, she looked up and saw something in the background.

She let her hair go and turned around so fast that the human eye could barely see it, but when she did, there was nothing there. She skimmed her room with squinted eyes. There was nothing there.

She turned back to her mirror, but took one last look at her room.

Nothing.

She looked back at her mirror, put the scrunchy back in her mouth, and started putting her hair back in a ponytail. She still left off the hair on the side, in the front, and in the back. She held her hair in place and took the scrunchy out of her mouth with her right hand as she held her hair in her left.

She started wrapping the scrunchy around her hair. When she was almost done, she felt something on her waist again. She looked up in the mirror and saw that same figure she saw before.

She slowly put down her hands and did not move. Her hair stayed in the ponytail and she just stared at the figure behind her from the mirror. Then the figure started biting her neck.

Buttercup tensed up and closed her eyes. She had an idea of who is was, but she wondered how he got in her apartment.

He let the bite go and started moving down to her collarbone. He started kissing her neck. Buttercup tensed up even more. She didn't want him to stop, though.

Then he started moving his hands away from her waist and down to her thigh. When he was about to put his hands in between her legs, he suddenly disappeared.

Buttercup calmed and started breathing heavily. She was about to fall over, but she caught herself with her dresser.

She tightened her ponytail and speed walked to the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her and started rubbing her hands on her face again.

She put her hands down and walked to her shower. She put the water on hot.

Steaming hot.

She was about to take her shirt off, but he hesitated. What if he was watching her? She tried to shake the thought off, but it wasn't working.

She put her shirt down and stood in the middle of the bathroom, deep in thought. What if he sees me naked? Will he come in the bathroom and... But if he did, would I feel... I don't think I would feel that way. Would I... Like it?

Questions were just rolling around in her head. Now she can't even take a shower without thinking of him. She was finally able to shake the question off after about ten minutes.

She closed her eyes and began taking her shirt off again. She decided to not think of him while she was in the shower, and closing her eyes helps her lose all of her thoughts.

When she got all her clothes off, she carefully got in the shower and immediately after she did, she could feel the sleaming hot water running down her body.

It was...relaxing. She opened her eyes and all she could see was steam. The water felt so good on her body she didn't want to get out.

But, unfortunately, she had to. After she was done with her shower, she got out the shower and all she could see was more steam. She wrapped a towel around herself and started to dry off.

When be was done, she put on some a thousand wishes sented lotion, and put on some black underwear and a black bra. Then she put on that tank top and shorts. When she was done, she took her hair out of the ponytail.

She gathered her things and opened the door. The steam from the shower began to fill her apartment.

She walked in her room and put her stuff in her dirty clothes hamper. Then she laid down on her bed.

Subbenlu her phone rang. She looked over at it and picked it up. She hovered it over her face and saw that She had gotten a text from Brute.

Brute: Isis...are u ok?

Buttercup: Yea...I'm fine...thx for asking

Brute: I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you yesterday...its just..

Buttercup: U don't have to explain. I get it. Its ok

Brute: Thx isis. This is why u r my best friend

Buttercup smiled at her friends text. She was glad to have someone by her side when she is in a tough time.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she felt her phone being taken out of her hand. She opened her eyes again and saw him.

He was staring down at her. How did she not hear him come in? Or walk?

She stared back at him. She was gonna say something.. She was gonna say something to him right now.

She opened her mouth and said, "What do you want from me?"She said it and she didn't even feel tense. She stared deep in his eyes and she sounded confident.

He stared down at her and smiled. "You have a very sexy voice, you know that, right" he said and started pinning her down on the bed.

Buttercup didn't move. She was still staring into his forest green eyes. "Answer my question," she said and continued to stare into his eyes.

He kept the smile on his face and leaned in on Buttercup. He heart started beating but she didn't lose her confidence.

He closed the gap between their faces. Then, when he was close enough, he pressed his lips against her's, and then some seconds later deepened the kiss.

Then he let go and whispered in her ear,

"You,"