A/N: when it's Poltergeist's POV it will be abbreviated to Geist's POV, kay? Kay! Now on towards the story minions!.....uh I mean Readers! So see ya!

Geist's POV
After my "little chitchat" with Offender, I was trekking down the rosy red painted hallway, for some reason I'd decided to punch through the left side of the hallway, I brought my fist out of hole I'd made, starring at the blood seeping through cuts on my knuckles, and I sighed at my bloody clenching fist, as I was wrapping it tightly with bandage wrap I always carried around with me. (In you think I purposely infect myself your sadly mistaken, I bleach it, let it dry out, and then boil it to kill the rest of germs.) I went to the kitchen to get my bottles of vodka and moonshine, as I'd continued towards my destination, I began to feel the urge to cry or maybe scream even, but tonight's episode was feeding the anger and frustration inside of me. I curse, swore, spat, muttered and cuss like sailor like there was no tomorrow.
Great! Just fucking great! He's letting HIM stay here! That bastard is WAY too relaxed about this! Letting the fucking enemy stay here! ARRUGGHHH!!! Calm down Poltergeist, it's just for one...little...measly...bitty...night. As I was mentally battling my conscious and psyche, was when I'd noticed that he was in the kitchen. Shit! Why's he's here? Fuck! No Geist, stay strong, just go get your liquor, and go. I roughly passed by the seated asshole, "Hey watch your going, asshole!" I ignored his protest, and just kept walking. The dumbass was grimacing at the black water in a don't mess with Texas mug that he was, apparently drinking tea out of it, because it smelled too sweet, and stunk of peppermint. You, walked yourself into that one you, son of a bitch.
Crossing through the kitchen, to the liquor cabinet, I grabbed my alcohol and my shot glass, and I was about to leave the premises when a long, black walking cane tapped my shoulder, I'd sighed, and snapped at person who stopped me.
"The fucking Hell, Blind Razor! I'm not drinking your nasty ass tea....and you," I stared at him with hate and pity at his stupidly carved smile, "give that!" Jeff looked at me with fucking gutsy courage, as I'd snatched the mug away from his pale ass hands, and dumped the poison into the sink. I started boiling water in a blue kettle, got out another mug this one was a plain white one, grabbed new teabag, pulled the the whistling kettle off the burner it was on, poured the hot water into the mug, let it steep for six minutes, and opened a jar honey and spooned out a couple tablespoons of it into the mug. When I had finished with my "proper" way to make tea, I handed the cup back to that jackass, he stared at me with shock plastered over his face...his sexy face. No he's not sexy God dammit, he's annoying and an uninvited guest! "You better drink it while it's hot, bub!" I sat down across from him, pouring my vodka in my first shot glass, and I downed the burning liquid.
And cue music
Jeff's POV
I stared at her (even when Kelly or Blind Razor whatever left the room) sipping on the tea she made, downing another shot, one after another not slowing down, and kept doing it until she stopped at fifty and glaring at me. "WHAT!?" She yelled at my face. "You're gonna 'go to sleep' (a/n: his catchphrase lol) from alcohol poisoning you know." She stared at as I grew a second head, but she spooked me when she looked away and was laughing loudly, putting her bandaged right hand over her eyes, and she turned her head back to me removing her bad hand from face. She downed eight more shots and said, "fuck you." Barely even a whisper, she said it again, but louder, "Fuck youFuckyoufuckyoufuckyou!" Until she was practically screaming at me. "FUCK YOU!" FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" She was crying with so much pain and sorrow, tears staining her cheeks, I pulled her alcohol from her, she screeched at me as I took them back where they belong, she tried to run at me stop from what was happening, and she fell flat on the stony kitchen tile floor. I kept walking towards the cabinet and put the strong spirits back, as I walked back to the kitchen standing in front of her, I saw her weeping tears, crying as she tried to push her self up, but she quickly collapsed back down on the floor, she was pounding her injured fist on the stone, making more bloodied, and sobbing at her flaws and being useless, unneeded, unwanted, and how she couldn't protect her parents from being murdered before her own eyes.
I couldn't take anymore, kneeling on the ground, I reached my hand out towards her...........and grabbed her into my embrace. I held her in my arms, hugging her tightly as I rubbed hand up and down her spine trying to soothe her, rocking her back and forth, and telling her that was going to okay. The girl I met before, was masking what she was hiding behind, keeping her friends from getting close to her, and she felt like deserved to be always alone. I noticed that she had fell asleep in my arms, still crying, I picked her up and carried her princess style, and took up the stairs. I carefully stepped towards to the left side of the hallway, starring along the doorways, when came to the last door, and it looked like what she have on her door. On the door a sign read "KEEP OUT" typical of her to her self shut off from the world. Doesn't she knows, she has friends to talk to!
"Oh she does, but she doesn't want to show weakness to anyone," out of nowhere Kelly appeared beside me, looking at me with a forlorn look in her face, "because of what happened to all of us."
"What happened?"
She looked at me and took off her sunglasses, to reveal milky blank hazel eyes, and replied darkly. "Penance of being daughters of sinners."
What have I had gotten myself into?

A: whoa I made that a dark cliffhanger.....awesome! Since I have been only talking to Poltergeist and Jeff, why don't I talk to my counterpart, Nine Lives Cat!
NLC: YAY! I get to talk! <3
A: so what do you think of the story so far?
NLC: well it's kinda hectic, buuuuut I know I'll be in the next chapter....won't I? (Gives puppy eyes) right?
A: (nosebleeds all over the place!) Of course you are! Uhh...what are you doing?
NLC: (licks blood from author's nose) stopping the bleeding, duh!
A: (blushes as red as Romania tomato) um... You know I'm straight right?
NLC: yeah so am I.
A: then why are you still licking me?
NLC: maybe it's because you taste good. Care to donate three pints of blood to me? (Smiles innocently, but ends freaking out the Author)
A: (backs away slowly, turns and jumps out of window) Noooooooooope! Until next time folks! Toodles