Uhmmm...
I collapsed in my bed, surprised at how crowded it felt.
Back when it was just Grace and me, my room was, for the most part, clean, and only held three items of clothing; a bed, wardrobe that was taller than me and eight times as wide and a massive CD player, if that counts.
I had barely been able to salvage any of my weaponry, let alone posters, so the walls hung bare whilst the floor held bed-side tables, lamps, another bed, two desks and more.
It was a crappy house, but it held more than we needed.
And what the Hell was Jensen doing with three beds?
When I opened my eyes again, Grace was snoring lightly in the bed by the door, and the bright street lights were dulled by rain.
And here I thought I had only blinked.
Sitting up, I rubbed my face and checked the time: 12:30 AM.
Having lapses in time that went for six hours was normal, wasn't it?
'Get up.'
The voice was soft at first, but louder than the others.
It repeated those two, innocent words until it became a deafening crescendo in my head- biting my lip so hard it bled, I stood compliantly- anything to make it shut up.
A heat wave hit me, and I stumbled to the door, opening it and leaning against the frame. More voices spoke up slowly, nowhere near as painful as the first that eventually began to lull me back to sleep.
Good God, I was crazy.
I blinked- the rain outside was pouring harder, and I held my scythe in my right hand, the wickedly curved blade dragging in the spongey carpet.
'Alex?'
I looked up slowly, as in a dream-maybe I was dreaming?- to see Jensen soaking wet at the bottom of the stairs.
'What're you doing? I need you to protect Holly...tomorrow.'
He slowed as my dream state moved forward- and suddenly I was standing before him, wrapping my arms around his dripping neck, still holding the scythe as my tattoo burned.
'Alex, what're you..'
I think he continued, but the voices drowned him out.
'They're gonna kill you.'
'He's one of THEM.'
'I TOLD you about the mushroom and the toadstool!'
'You shouldn't be here.'
'He shouldn't be alive.'
Then the stronger, painful voice ordered, 'Do it.'
I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. After a second his widened eyes closed and his hands wrapped around my waist.
This was some weird-assed dream...
***
I yawned, stretched and rolled onto my side properly, sunlight splitting between my closed lids.
I recoiled, and was immediately welcomed into a warm, comforting embrace- wait.
I opened my eyes and assessed the area without moving again.
The walls were bare, which looked familiar, except for the big open window on the wall. A cold breeze drifted in, and the arms tightened around me- what the Hell?
I had been dreaming...hadn't I? If not...
I let my arm fall off the side of the big, incredibly soft bed, and my fingers hit the shaft of my scythe.I wasn't sure if that was good or not.
I was still wearing clothes, which is always a plus, but...
Beside me, half freaking over me, Jensen took a deep shuddering breath and let it out slowly.
'What the...' He muttered, and I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment more than anything else.
'Oh shit.' He whispered.
Understatement of the century.
