Dance to This Beat

These past 3 days I wish that George/Ryan, whomever you prefer, didn't tell me that was going to happen. I've been nervous all week and Pete has been suspicious. I also think that I should write him a note. Tell him how I hate how he started as a jerk, then made me completely and utterly fall in love with him. I grabbed a note pad from the nightable and began writing.

Suddenly, I heard a crash, and saw my window shatter through the curtains. I quickly shoved the note into my pocket. Oh God. Not now. Please not now.

"Oh Alex. Why not now? It's such a perfect time."

I turned my head towards the chase lounge in the opposite side of the room. I saw a tall, lanky, figure sitting atop it. He had medium length brown hair, well maybe a little shorter. He was wearing a suit, ahd a fur hang over coat, and a small hat on his head. Someone is in need of a new fashion change....

"My dear, I only wear this when I'm on buisness."

"What buisness do you plan on doing here?"

"Oh, like you don't know." He came closer and closer and then stopped by the end of my bed.

I figured by now would be a good time to scream but was quickly stopped before the shriek came out of my mouth by a hand covering it.

"Alex, we wouldn't want your dear Peter to hear us would you? Mike."

The hand over my mouth was replaced by a small white cloth. I instantly became very dizzy. my vision went blurry, soon slipping into darkness.

"Goodnight Alex Morrisan."

Darkness.