chapter 3 ; fight of the night

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Janet? Janet get up,” said her brother shaking her lightly.

“Michael stop it, I’m tired,” she rolled over to her left side, pulling the covers over her head. Michael went to the foot of the bed and pulled them off. She scrunched up and went back on her right.

“Janet?” he tilted his head, hands on his hips in an agitated tone and pouted.

“2 more hours Mike, please?” she pulled the pillow over her head. Michael sat down at the end of the bed and grabbed her left leg.

“Michael no!” she pulled but he held hard.

“Sorry but you should have gotten up when I asked,” he tickled the bottom of her foot. She struggled and laughed at the same time.

“No! No stop please! Michael have mercy!” she laughed. She grabbed the pillow and hit his head. He let go and giggled. She hit him again, but he ducked, shot up off the bed and ran out the door, Janet following behind.

“Ok, ok! Uncle, uncle! I surrender!” he said blocking the pillow’s blows. They both laughed and laughed, crying by laughing so hard. The plopped down on the couch along with Vanessa and Troy, watching Law and Order.

“Well good morning you two,” giggled Vanessa.

“You both seem to be in a good mood,” said troy drinking orange juice.

“Yeah well, I was hoping to sleep in a little longer but, oh well,”

“Well, I see our guest is fitting in comfortably,” said a voice coming in from behind them. She was a tall, milk chocolate woman with hair curled loosely and voice with a bit of raspiness to it.

“Oh my god! Whitney?!” said Janet, turning to see the amazing Whitney Houston hugging Michael.

“Hello Janet,” she smiled and walked over to her.

“Wow, you’re a vampire too?” she said hugging her.

“More like head vampiress,” answered Troy.

“I can answer for myself,” she grinned.

“Yes, I am head Vampiress, Michael’s head Vampire. Anyhow, did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I’ve never slept better, that mattress felt like a cloud,” she went to the kitchen and got a cup after searching all the cabinets. The coffee pot was still hot. She poured half a cup, added milk and sugar.

“I’m glad. Michael, can I talk to you, privately?” they turned and headed outside. It was chilly, so Michael had on a white trench coat on top of his cream white sweater and black pants with his classic black loafers and sparkly white socks.

“They know she’s here Michael,” she looked out above the haze to the redwood tree 5 meters away.

“How?”

“We have a double crosser, I think you and I know who,”

“Donnie? He wouldn’t, he knows I would moonwalk all over his behind if he ever crossed me again,”

“It might be pay back Michael… I saw him a week ago heading to their spot, he hasn’t been back since,” Michael looked at her sternly.

“And you decide to tell me this now?” he swallowed deeply.

“Watch your tone with me,” she said frowning, he looked down at his shoes.

“You already had your hands full trying to protect everyone else in your family. You didn’t need any more stress, with the panic attacks you’ve been having lately,”

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