Not A Demon, Nor an Angel (Michael Jackson Love/Mystery Story)

Why Do You Think You're Here?

Sheila grabbed Michael's hand and took them back throug the portal. They arrived back in the year of '09, but instead of being in the dance studio they were in his bedroom with the door shut. 

Michael touched his own cheek and realized that he had dried tears on his face; he hadn't realized beforehand that he had been crying. 

"You now know the truth. You are the first person to ever be able to see me. All others never saw me, only heard me and saw the things I would do," she told him. 

He looked at her and sighed, "Do you know why I can see you?" 

She shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows, "I don't really understand; out of all the people who have been here since I passed you are the one who can see me. Maybe there is some purpose to all this.. Maybe I am to protect you from something or someone?" 

Michael shrugged, "Maybe so. But what or who would you have to protect me from? I already have guards and security," he stated. 

She set her hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. He stared into hers intently, "Whatever it is, I'm going to see to it that you are not harmed. But really we still don't know if there is something that is going to harm you. Hopefully there won't be." 

Michael grabbed her hand gently and placed it on his cheek, she stroked it with her thumb as he closed his eyes and took in her touch. 

"Why do you put up with me? All others have moved away because of me.." she asked him. 

"Because you were mysterious, and beautiful. And I'm too curious to give up on a good mystery," he grinned. She blushed lightly. 

"Mr. Jackson," they heard one of his guards call from outside the room, "Your personal doctor is here." 

Michael turned from Sheila and headed out of the bedroom, making quick haste to the living area. Sheila followed him into the room but wasn't really paying attention to the doctor. 

"Ah, hello Michael. Good to see you again," Conrad held out his hand and shook Michael's as he greeted him. 

"Hello Conrad, you can go and set everything up that you need to," Michael told him. He nodded. 

Sheila suddenly turned her gaze to Conrad, a sudden evil presence flooded her as he walked through her. Her eyes burned holes through him, staring him down as he made his way down the hall.  Her eyes had turned a fiery red color from her sudden anger towards this man. She didn't even know why she hated him; she had just now first laid eyes on him.

Her fiery gaze turned to Michael; he flinched when he saw how angered her eyes looked. When she realized that she was looking at Michael her eyes softened and changed back to a glistening silver. 

"Are you alright?" Michael asked a bit concerned. 

She looked down confused, "I-I.... Just need some time to th-think, that's all." 

She walked off quickly; Michael went after but she had vanished,  "You would think after all this time of getting to know her that she would stop with the vanishing...." he mumbled under his breath and went his own way.