Watching | Michael Jackson *HEAVILY EDITING* ✓

Chapter 5. The Visitor

Michael's P.O.V:
   I'm laying on my bed, thinking my life over. It's been four weeks since the fire and it's all over the news. I've been keeping a close eye on Tatiana's parent's moves, and so far, they've rejected every news station that's tried to interview them. From what I've heard, the story everyone has pieced together is that some mystery man saved Tatiana from a house fire. They don't have any details besides the footage they have of the firefighters putting out the fire the night that we escaped. The moment the reporters started to crowd Tatiana and her parents, I called them and made sure that if they were to be interviewed that they wouldn't mention my name. I'm not doing this out of selfishness or shyness—I'm doing this because I don't know how the media would react if they found out that Michael Jackson saved a young girl from a fire. I can imagine all of the questions already. They'd create rumours like they already have in the past about me, not to mention the fact that they'd hound Tatiana for the rest of her life, labelling her as "The Girl Michael Jackson Saved" or something ignorant like that. I could never let that happen to her.

   I get out of bed and head to my recording studio to write some ideas down. I have to find Lisa, but how? I run my hands through my hair frustratedly, trying to brainstorm what I could do.

Maybe I could hire someone to hunt her down for me.

No, that's stupid. This is something that needs to be done by me and me alone. I try to think harder.

Maybe I could reach out to a few of my close friends and get their help.

But how could I do that without telling them what I really am now?

Maybe I could have a vision.

My heart skips a beat as I think about that idea—that could actually work. I sit back in my chair, slowing down my breath and trying my hardest to put all my energy into having a vision. I close my eyes, continuing to breathe slowly when all of a sudden I feel my head beginning to spin as it usually does when I have a vision.

   I suddenly see myself—I'm on some sort of hill in what seems like a forest. I see Lisa, her lip is bleeding and she's lying on the ground, her fangs are showing, and she's furious. Things begin to speed up. I see her falling. Didn't I see that in my last vision? Then everything seems strange and different. I'm at some sort of building, and I'm meeting some girl that I've never seen before. She doesn't seem to know me, but somehow I feel like I know her. Everything is confusing now. I see Austin, then me, then my sister Janet. Once again, just as fast as it started, everything stops, and I fall to the floor. I cough heavily as I lay on the floor for a moment, trying to collect all of my thoughts.

It's as though I've been struck by lightning when I swiftly get up onto my feet and say, "I know where Lisa is!" I run downstairs, taking my car keys out of my pocket, and drive.

   I arrive at a large hill in the middle of the woods, this place being all too familar to me. 

This was the place I took Lisa on our first date. 

It's a small, private park owned by farmers that I befriended when I adopted Louie the Llama a few years ago. They told me that if I ever needed a place to think where I could be myself to come here, so I brought Lisa here to share it with her and make it a place that meant something to the both of us. The exact area we'd always meet at was behind the farm on a large hill that overlooked Los Angeles. I make my way up that exact hill carefully, seeing as the pathway is relatively narrow. Suddenly, my strengthened vampire senses go off. I smell a familiar scent that makes me sick to my stomach as I hide behind a little slanted shed where the farmers keep various tools on the hill. As I look around the corner, I find Lisa, standing at the top of the hill as I had anticipated, drawing something on the ground. Suddenly, I hear a voice in my head—it's Lisa's voice. My head is hurting like hell, and it's then that I realize that I'm reading her thoughts.