"Wait... I've Been Reborn As A Guy!?"

Chapter Twelve

My head was on something soft, and something was stroking my head. It was a relaxing feeling, though I didn't know why. Maybe I'll just continue to lay here and let whatever this relaxing feeling is keep happening.

Relaxing? Why would I ever feel relaxed in this new body? I had to constantly stay on guard or else I would end up dead. I suddenly sat up, and was greeted by lingering stomach pains, not nearly as bad as they were before.

My head collided with a hard object, which probably left a bruise on my head. I scowled and grumped internally.

"Ouch..." A voice muttered.

Who? Was there someone here? I looked at the object that my head had collided with. Ah! It was Eric! I had hit my head on Eric's when I was getting up. That meant... that I had been sleeping on his lap.

I blushed and turned away to the side. Get a hold of yourself Lilly. You can't be acting stupid now that you are in someone else's body. Behave yourself and start acting again!

"Good morning Itzal." Eric greeted. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yea, thanks." I mumbled.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Fine!" I replied quickly.

I hurried my face back in his lap to hide my expression. I was blushing! Why was I blushing? He killed me, so why was I acting like a total lovestruck pretty girl?

Eric touched my head gently, and started to stroke my head. It was soothing... slowly lulling me back into slumber. Wait! I couldn't go back to sleep now, if I did who knew what stunt Eric would pull?

I jerked my head up and tried my hardest to glare at him, but it was hard to keep since he kept looking at me with sorrow and pity.

For a murderer, he sure was softhearted. A contradiction. That was exactly what Eric was. No other word was best suited to described him.

I stared at him for a little while longer, until the silence became noticeably awkward. Thank god Eric said something before I could. With the way my brain was running at the moment, I definitely would have said something stupid.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Eric asked again, his face had not lost its expression of concern. 

"Why do you keep asking me?!?" I demanded.

 I was perfectly fine and had no idea why he would not believe me. 

"Well..." Eric awkwardly started. "You went a little crazy back there." 

At my look of indignation he could tell that I was telling the truth. Also, that I had no clue what he was talking about.

"So you don't remember?" He asked, quite shocked. 

I nodded, which only increased his horrified expression. Seriously, what had I done?

"Not any of it?" 

"Nope." I replied, popping the 'p'. 

Eric buried his face in his hands and let out a sigh. 

"Well, at least you're okay." He finally said. 

What did he mean by that? Of course I was okay, except for the fact that I had almost become the possession of that evil woman, Victoria. She scared the hell out of me, and I didn't curse lightly. 

I hauled myself up off of his lap and looked around. We were both siting on a bed inside a bedroom. I looked around, and it seemed like a typical apartment bedroom. Where was I?

"Where are we?" I asked tentatively. 

"My apartment." 

"Ah, of course." 

Of course it was his apartment. I looked at Eric with a dumbfounded expression. Did he not clearly remember Victoria finding us at this exact location? Was he so totally incapable of understanding the danger that he had put me in? 

Ugh, the nerve of this person! He was stupid-which I already knew since he murdered me. All murderers were crazed, insane, and stupid, what else could they be described as? 

Eric's eyes bore into me, examining every angle of my body. What he was searching for, I didn't know. Whatever was going on in his brain was something I didn't understand. He was a really, really weird guy- which I already knew.  

"Well, do you want to know what happened to you?" He asked. 

He really was pushing this whole idea of me doing something that I had no relocation of. Maybe, just maybe, it would be alright to humor him just this once. 

"Sure." I replied. 

Eric took a deep breath before starting. "Well, um, I don't think you know, but recently you have been um... going into random insanity attacks. Just a few hours hours ago, you nearly killed an innocent bar tender." 

He was joking, right? While I hated Eric's guts, and was acting as Itzal, a murderer, I wasn't really a murderer. Right?

"Y-you're joking, right?" I stuttered. 

He sadly shook his head, confirming my worst nightmare. I was becoming more and more of a psychotic murderer, I was becoming Itzal! 

I freaked out and started to scream my head off, refusing to quit despite Eric's pleas. I only stopped when he covered my mouth with his hand, momentarily forcing me to be quiet. 

"Calm down, you're okay." He soothed. 

Eric began to stroke my head, which calmed me down greatly. Who knew that getting ones head rubbed had such a soothing effect? I certainly didn't. 

"They're close, very close." Eric muttered under his breath. 

He must've thought that I couldn't hear him, but I could. Very clearly. Which is why questions about what he meant popped up in my head. What was he talking about, or rather, who?