Fame

They're Back!!

As they reached the doorway, they found Joel smoking a pipe with a dark velvet robe with an asscot , in front of his fire place, which was burning brightly.

"Dude, seriously?! Nobody wants to see you in shorts with hairy legs! Go put some pants on!" Aaliyah yelled, covering her eyes.

"Well hello to you too. Either way, what's up?" he said standing.

"The red hood clan's back," Michael said bluntly. Joel gasped.

"Impossible, they were all extinguished 300 years ago, how is it possible?" Aaliyah then told them about Janet's dream. The experssion on Joel's face only softened, and he gave a small chcukle, which caught Aaliyah, and Michael off guard.

"But it was only a dream," he said.

"Yes, but it's better to be safe than sorry," Michael said with slight annoyance.

"Talk to her about it, but until then..leave it be," he sat back down. Aaliyah's blood boiled, how can he be so...arrogant?

"You're joking right?" she said getting angrier.

"Joel, this is serious," Michael answered.

"We have to wait, we just can't cause panick!"

"Wait until when? When Michael or any of us ends up dead?! This is a dangerous situation, and you're sitting on your ass doing nothing about it!" she stormed out, slamming the door. Michael only shook his head in silence, and followed her. She kept going until she reached her room, and locked the door. Michael walked up to the door, and gently knocked.

"Aaliyah, open the door,"

"Leave me alone!" she sniffled, and punched the wall harshly.

"Aaliyah please? Open up?" he said giving another slight knock, but there was only silence, and it soon worried him.

"Liyah? Are you still there?" silence still. With a sigh, he  picked the lock, and walked in, only to see, that she was nowhere in the room, and the window wasn't open, so he checked in the bathroom. He walked in, and saw her on the floor. Her wrist were bleeding, with a razor in her hand bleeding heavily.

"Aaliyah!" he yelled, and grabbed a wet towel, and placed it on the four deep cuts on her right wrist, and added pressure.

"I'm sorry," she had tears on her cheeks, that continued to stream down her chin. He took the razor, grabbing it with a paper towel, as it was covered in garlic, to make the pain last longer. He placed it on the counter.

"Why would you do this to yourself?" he asked. He wrapped a bandage around the wounds.

"I'm sorry, I just......he's just so arrogant! He takes serious cases so loosely. 6 years ago, I told him about the out break of the vampire messals, and he didn't listen to me! We lost 10 of our own before he finally did something!" she cried.

"I know he can be a hassel, but cutting yourself isn't going to solve this,"

"I'm sorry Michael!" she crushed into him, as he wrapped his arms around her to support her, as she went limp in his grasp, digging her face deep into his shirt, crying.

"Sh, It's ok, just stop this , before you really hurt yourself, please?" he let the tears fall. He went to kiss her head, when her head lifted up, and their lips touched. He pulled away. wide eyed, and embarrased.

"I'm sorry...I meant to-" she pulled him to her again, and kissed him passionatly

"I liked it," she said quietly. He smiled, and blushed as he helped her to her feet. She too, blushed as they walked hand in hand, back to his room.