Upon A Dream (Sequel to A Beauty and the Tragedy)

Chapter Five: He's Watching, Always

Hey guys! I was feeling pretty okay and decided to upload another chapter. Finals are coming up so it might be awhile before the next one, but hopefully after all that crap, I can upload more...why do I have to go to college, why can't I just make money writing FanFic? This one is a little long.

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"Every move you make, every breath you take, I'll be watching you." Every Breath You Take by The Police

"Alex, you and Violet go interview Mr. Kline. I called and he is expecting you. Here is his information and questions." Penelope pulled her sunglasses on and handed Alex a folder. The guys were all finishing up their music video while we got started on our work.

"I thought you said it was abandoned." Alex started, his pink shirt fluttering in the breeze. "The population is like seven." she supplied, giving him a look.

I tried not to look at the finger marks on Violet's neck. We parted ways and started towards the house. A few moments later, hurried footsteps sounded behind us.

I turned to see Chris, his usual make up gone and replaced with just eyebrows, a t-shirt and jeans. "What are you doing here?" I snapped as Penelope turned around.

"I thought you guys might want some help." Penelope stiffened. "Don't you have some music video to shoot, or some girl to eat?" Penelope's eyes widened. Chris was just about to respond, but she cut him off.

"We would love to have you along." Chris threw me a smirk which I ignored as we walked.

Ten minutes later, we were standing on a rickety front porch. Chris waited at the bottom stair, me on the second and Penelope right next to the screen door she had just pounded on.

"Who is it?" A small woman with short brown hair appeared from behind the screen. She looked eerily similar to the woman we saw coming in. I glanced at Penelope who hopefully was thinking the same thing.

"It's Penelope Dane, I called you earlier this week about the interview." Penelope said, her voice friendly. "Oh yes, come on in." She pushed open the door and we all walked in.

The house was old and smelled of moth balls. It looked like the 70's had thrown up all over the house. An older, overweight woman sat on a chair watching a black and white TV show as we were lead down a hallway and into a small kitchen.

"Please sit. Would you like something to drink?" "Uh water would be nice." Penelope said as Chris took his seat beside me, great. Penelope set up her phone to record and started getting herself ready to interview. She appeared with three mismatched glasses and placed them in front of us.

"Now I'll just ask the questions and you can answer them as best as you can." She nodded and pulled her sweater closer to her. It was odd, considering it was pretty warm in this house.

"What is your name?" "Mary Ellen Thurston." "When did you come to live here?" "Summer of 79. I was born in this very house." she explained.

I studied her petite pixie like features as Penelope asked more questions. Chris stayed quiet, his hands folded in his lap. I picked at the table as the interview bore on.

There was a scream that erupted from above us. "Oh would you all excuse me. The baby is up." Penelope nodded politely and she left. I grabbed the glass of water and took a sip. I spit out the salty concoction.

"What?" Penelope asked, giving me a look. "It's salty...it's nasty." I added in a whisper. Chris snorted. I threw him a look. "What did you expect Fiji water?" "No, but I expected you to have some dignity." I retorted hotly.