The Monster Under My Bed

Chapter 1

I screamed breathing heavily, sweat dripping off my forehead.

I sighed throwing my bed blanket over, grabbing my glass of almost empty water and heading to the kitchen.

I washed my cup, putting new water in and taking a sip.

Why do I keep having nightmares of him, I thought.

I've had nightmares of him ever since I could remember, he's the reason why I'm afraid of pretty much anything and everything. It's his fault I can't have a simple sleepover or even watch a horror film.

It's pretty pathetic me being eighteen and not being able to have a sleepover or not being able to watch a horror film.

I just wished the nightmares would stop. That he would stop, but I don't think he will ever because he's Xander Blake and he won't ever stop, knowing that he scares me and gives me nightmares, I'm guessing he strives off my fear.

I sighed, put my glass in the sink, and headed off to bed. I climbed into my bed, pulled the bed blankets over me and just lied down slowly letting sleep take over my body.

***Dream***

I heard a light chuckle.

I looked around where I was. It was dark, wet, and smelled like as if I was in a sewer.

"Rosie, Rosie, Rosie. Darling, you can't ever run from me. No matter what, whether you're awake or asleep. I'll always be watching you." Xander boomed loudly causing my breath to hitch and my heartbeat to pick up at a faster pace.

I don't know what I was supposed to do or where to go, so I thought my best option was to run straight and fast.

Xander's footsteps sounded as if he was getting closer and closer.

What made it worse and even easier for him to get me was that I came to a stupid wall.

I kicked the wall, aggravated that I couldn't leave, that I couldn't get away.

"Please, Xander" I whispered, pleading him not to hurt me as he's footsteps got more louder and louder as he got closer and closer.

Soon we came face to face, his captivating blue eyes that were cold and filled with a horrible, mischievous glint.

He smirked down at me, his hand coming up to my face, and caressing my cheek.

My face contorted with disgust wanting to leave this nightmare.

"Please Xander" I murmured.

I cursed myself for being so weak and needing to beg for this monstrous boy to stop scaring the shit out of me.

"Please what? Rosie. Please stop scaring you? Please stop caressing your cheek? Please stop tormenting you?" He asked smiling with a evil glint in his eye's as he stop caressing my cheek, slowly gripping my chin tightly.

I took in a deep ragged breath trying to stay calm as Xander death gripped my chin.

"You know, you always intrigued me. Even you being only one years old. I being the same age, took up the job of scaring you. My people thought it was odd I took such a liking to you being at such a young age, but I knew you were the one." Xander said softly loosing his grip.

My eyebrows furrowed as my eyes wore a confused look at this information he told me. I was absolutely baffled.

Who were his people? Why did he take up a job of scarring me? Why is he so intrigued with me? I'm positive that I'm no where near special.

"You're people?" I questioned.

He laughed lightly saying, "Yes my people."

I bit my lip deep in thought as my question came "who are... Your people?" I asked hesitantly not wanting to piss him off.

"My people are... uh, it's complicated. You wouldn't understand." He said quickly, pulling away from me.

"Come on, Xander I bet I could understand." Trying to get him to open up again. Believe it or not this isn't the first time I've got him to try to open up.

"You can't. You will never understand, because your just a stupid human." He spitted out, slowly getting angry the thought of me getting him to open up.

I smiled at a memory I had of a dream, surprisingly I've had a couple good dreams. It was one where Xander did open up and we ended up eating ice cream. I giggled at the thought of a eight year old Xander eating vanilla ice cream with sprinkles.

"What are you giggling at?" Xander said coldly.

"Hey Xander, isn't this my dream?" I asked smiling at him lightly.

"Nope, it's mine. I control your dreams now and you can't stop me." He said as he evilly smirked at me.

"Come on Xander, I just want one thing. Please?" I said sweetly, hoping he'd say a 'yes' or even a 'fine' would work.

He groaned "fine, one thing. what do you want?" he asked.

I smiled widely when he said 'fine'.

"Okay, hmm." I said making it look as if I was thinking although I knew what I wanted.

"Are you gonna pick or what, because if you don't I might as well just bring out Rickets the clown." he said smirking knowingly.

"Okay, okay. You don't have to bring out Rickets, oh my god. Please don't. " I rambled a little, fear taking over my whole body. I absolutely hate clowns, and Xander here makes sure that fear of clowns stays using Rickets if he ever needs help with my scaring.

"Can I get two ice creams?" I asked softly looking up at his eyes.

He looked like he was having a internal battle. Finally his mouth opened and he said "I - uh... - "