"Hello, hello!!" I yell as I enter inside the house. This is the creepiest house I've been to. How can they not lock the door?
Aren't they aware that thieves, kidnappers and basically everything bad roam this estat?

Haven't they been told? Well, I suppose not. But that should have been the first thing Chris should have told them. Trust Chris to be so forgetful. I'm sure he will forget the envelopes mum told him to go and get. I mean...why won't he? He'll probably get distracted by the field and branch to play a little bit of soccer. Zora would have been better off. 

What's that? "Hello, please is anybody there?". I begin to shiver in fear. Anita get a grip of yourself. Ah! Phew! Finally! I exclaim as I spot a little light coming in through the end of the long passageway.

I quickly walk up to it and my jaw literally hits the floor. Here I've been scared to my wits and here they are all comfy and cozy on the couch watching Thundermans?

Like seriously, of all things to watch. Don't pretend like you don't love it. Subconsciousness not now.

"Ahem!" I clear my throat but no one seems to pay me any attention. If I was a thief, I'd have made away with all these good stuffs in their home. They seriously need to be drilled on the happenings of this area.

I take the chance to feel the penknife in my heel just to be sure and look at my surroundings. Wow! They really do have a nice house. All interior decorations are of glass.

Something catches me at the corner of my eye and I look to see a picture of the Williams. They all seem so sad. Zara and Zayn seems to have been crying. While someone who looks like Zara, I take him to be Zachary looks so so sad.

Mr and Mrs Williams are so angry and sad at the same time. I look around for more pictures and I'm shocked to see that they're all younger pictures of them and they look so happy. You can actually see the joy radiating off of them.

I accidentally knock down a flower vase but immediately catch it. Oops, now maybe I've got their attention. I look up and...what in mother fucking earth is this?

Are they deaf or something, didn't they hear that sound? Obviously not as they are laughing at something someone said in the show. No more nonsense...

"Excuse me guys, if I was an armed robber you'll all be goners by now". I yell way too loudly than intended. I smile sheepishly and waved at them.

Geez Anita, way to go. I say mentally slapping myself. They all jump back in fear and now, they're so tensed.

But seeing as it is just me they all calm down well besides Zayn. I guess I scared him way too much the last time we met. Oh those eyes, those amazing eyes.

Hmmm... his hair, I bet they're smooth and soft. Oh, how I want to touch it and rub it between my fingers.

His wonderfully made chest, his baby cute face, his extraordinary, almost protruding stomach. Hmmm, I wonder what it'd be like to have him in bed with me massaging his...fuck, fuck, fuck.

What am I thinking? I'm such a pevert. How can I be thinking of this? Most importantly, why is it about him? I curse some more and feel the heat in my cheeks.

"Uh, can we help you?". The voice, the silvery voice of...what the...Zachary? How can he have the same voice as Zayn. The only difference is that Zachary's voice is a teeny weeny bit thicker.

"Uh hello?". Ah shit. Anita please stop zoning out unless you...yes I'm zoning out again.

"U..um y..yeah. I..I n..need t..t..to s..s..speak with z..za..Zara and Zayn". Oh fuck it, now they must be thinking I'm a stammerer.

"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners, I'm Zachary and I'm sure you must be Anita right?"

I only nod, afraid to use my voice.
My eyes suddenly sees their mum. Oh shoot, today might not be my lucky day.

"I'm so sorry ma'am, Good afternoon".

"It's fine actually, why do you want to see them?". She asks pointing towards Zara and Zayn.

"I wan...need to s..."
"Mum it's alright, we also want to see her". Zara says sweetly but I could decode the deeper meaning in that.

"Don't we Zayn?". She says this while squeezing his biceps.
"Yeah, yeah sure why not if not?" He says through gritted teeth.
"But..."
"Mum, it's okay, let them be. We're new here and we need to interact".

Zachary interrupts her. He seems more interested in continuing with the now concluded show. Now, they're about to begin Henry danger.

"Okay fine", she says huffing. Is she kidding me, she's not a bloody child is she? I fight the urge not to roll my eyes at her when Zayn pushes me towards his room... I think.

"Now what is it you want". Zara asks in an icy tone. I flinch from the harshness. Why is she being so harsh? She was so nice yesterday but then again, I went too far by hurting Zayn.

I should probably say sorry but I can't. I've never and I won't start now especially not with them.

"Hey calm down tigress, I only came here for explanations". I say in a mocking tone.
"Cut the crap  Missy, why are you really here or do you want to put me to sleep like you promised".

Wow they've really gotten so much courage from the last time. I won't back down either. Thank the Lord I'm good at hiding my feelings. I smile sweetly and avert my gaze from Zara to him.

"Wow, just wow. I see you've gotten courage from the last time we met. You know what I want, give it to me".
"What do you want, please we don't want trouble". Zara says trembling.

Where's the fierce one? I prefer her to this weakling. I should really learn to control my tongue.

"Pfft, like she isn't trouble herself". Zayn says smirking.
I glare so hard at him that I'm sure if my eyes were lasers, it would have bore a hole right through him.

"Are you scumbags tryna tell me you've got no clue what am asking for? Okay! Since your brains are made out of marshmallows, I'm gonna simplify it for ya"

I say already getting agitated.

"I need answers"
"To what?" Zayn snaps.
"Hey, no need to scream, wouldn't want mummy to come check up on baby of the house"
"Sorry feisty, room's sound proof"
"Oh, anyways, like I was saying. I need answers to whom you are,  what you are and why you moved in here?"

They both look at each other and eye each other probably contemplating whether or not to tell me. I smile while humming as I move my hand to where I had my tool. I slowly tug it loose and bring it out. I could see fear written in their faces.

I haven't even released the knife. I pretend as if I don't observe them. I slowly press the button on the handle and a comb comes out. They both simultaneously sigh out in relief and I innocently ask,

"What happened? Am I trespassing or something?"
"No, no, not at all, we actually thought that, that was a knife". Zayn whispers harshly.
"Oh, you mean this?" I ask pressing the other button and a knife comes out. Their eyes widen in shock.

"Now, start talking". I say smirking. What has come over me. Where's the girl who has always wanted to be alone? Why is she so pissed now? Who am I?  Am I even human? I hope this is not some stuff I read in books where after 18 or 20 years, my parents will tell me I have Were Wolf blood.

That my grandfather or mother was one. I hope not. Even though I want to believe that werewolves are extinct, deep deep down inside me, I know they exist somewhere. I sigh so heavily and look at them warily. I should apologise.

But if I say sorry, they might take me for a weakling and use it to my advantage. They don't deserve any of these. They shouldn't have come here. This place is way too dangerous for them.

"Look, I'm... I'm... I'm". Oh fuck, I can't do this, I just can't
"I don't know why you came here but it seems Chris or Rob hasn't drilled you on the happenings of this remote estate".
"Oh he has, he's told us of how people has gotten missing from here times without number, how they kill people for  money and ..."
"You knew all these and you still left your door wide open?" I asked disgusted.

Call it being paranoid or whatever but staying secure and safe is one of my main priorities right now.

"Yeah, so?"
"I see you not only left the door open, you also left your brain in the television"

"Enough now, I'll tolerate no more nonsense from you. You think you're the only one who's suffered? You think you don't deserve love and you're not capable of loving? Just because I let you snap my arm doesn't mean I'm stupid. I was brought up to never hurt or fight back a girl. You want to know who we are, then I'll tell you  alright, I'll tell you". Zayn snaps at me.

What the hell. Look what you've done Anita, just take a look. I look up at him and my eyes widen in shock as a feeling of déjà vu returns. The monster I saw in my dream. No it can't be. I continue to scold my self.

I catch a glimpse of the flamy red eyes and the scars appearing

"Zayn, stop". Zara says while touching him on his arm and looking at him in the eye. Then he comes back to normal.

The room stops spinning and I drop the knife I've been holding and release the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"The monster, my dream. Burning pit". I say in a funny way.

"Uh... Look never mind Anita just go, we won't ever bother you again please leave. Look what you've done to him. Please I beg you in the name of whatever you believe in".

Zara says clasping her hands together and almost on the brink of tears. Oh please don't cry, I hate tears. I gulp
"Please who are you? Why have you been appearing in my dreams since I can remember."

I curse my voice for being so shaky. We came here because...because..." I can see his Adam apple bobbing up and down from swallowing back down the lump. It's like it must be a painful memory. He wants to cry. Oh shit no please don't.

"Because of some personal issues. Let's just say we came here to forget our past". I look up in shock and then I don't know what hit me.

I start to laugh uncontrollably. I laugh till my side hurts and my eyes begin to water. From my peripheral vision, I can see Zayn and Zara sharing an amused look. Which only makes me laugh harder. After a while, the laugh dies down and I pinch my nose.

"Okay Anita be serious here". I tell myself but I soon break down laughing again.
"Are we allowed to ask why you're laughing?". Zayn asks feeling embarrassed.

I can see his ears and cheeks flushed from embarrassment. Out of the corner of my eyes I can see Zara stifling a laugh. I tense up again and just like that, I kill the vibe.

"You idiot, no one and I mean no one can ever escape their past, it's a part of you. Don't you know that your past was once your present, was once your future?" I pause for effect and I see their mouth form an 'o' shape.

"Whatever, I understand if you won't tell me, I swear it's fine. You have your limits and boundaries as do I. I was only a fool an unexplainable fool to tell you about me. Hey, hey, hey, I don't want you to feel like you have an obligation to answer me. I'm not asking you to reciprocate it.

If there's one thing I've learned during my lonely days, it's to respect other people's wishes even if they don't do that to you". When did I start ranting? I sigh and bend down to pick up my knife.

I cautiously tuck it back in it's position. I make my way for the door and my head began to throb. Uh, shit I'd forgotten what the lousy failure of a dad had done to me. I move my hand to touch it and... Fuck, it's bleeding again, I better get going.

"Oh my world, what happened to----…". Zara began but I cut her off saying.

I don't need fake concern!

"Please just stop these nightmares, I can't bear them anymore. It's the reason I'm in this situation". I hurriedly open the door but not before hearing what Zayn says.

"I can't"………..............................………........