"Alex," Nightmare begun smoothly, "Who's Beatrix?"

I instantly snapped my head up in his direction, "How do you know about her?"

He smiled, "I have my ways. So, who is she?"

"She's a friend, of course." I raised my eyebrow, "Why the sudden interest?"

Nightmare grinned, "Wouldn't it be interesting if someone suddenly became like Blood?"

I narrowed my eyes, but then it hit me. He wanted to put Bea's face on one of the role's; like Blood has his face-- he wanted to do that with Bea. Put her face on some random person.

All of a sudden I'm so damn angry. I forecfully pull on Nightmare, ignoring the blood that had escaped his mouth due to the sudden action. His eyes widen as my parted lips let out a growl, "If you fucking attempt to put Bea's face on one of your little minions-- I swear to God, I will fucking--"

Cutting me off, Gray pulls on my arm, and Nightmare is released.

The two look at me, clearly shocked.

It's not like I love Bea or anything-- she's my best friend, but of course I'm against some murderer having her face, for goodness sake.

Nightmare opened his mouth to speak yet everything became blurry-- I was waking up.

"How fucking dare he!" I yelled as I force myself out of the bed. I needed coffee. Strong, Alice-this-tastes-terrible coffee.

Then sudden realisation hits and I curse; Alice wasn't here, and neither were her crappy coffee skills.

"What on earth are you doing?" I hear Julius sigh as I put the kettle on. I look at him, "What does it look like? I'm making coffee."

"Why?" He sighs again.

I frowned as the kettle got louder; it was never this loud in the morning. Or maybe it really was this loud and I've only realised now because I was trying to be quiet.

"Because I'm so fucking annoyed and I need to do something."

I hear the chair against the floor and I can practically see (though my back turnt against him) that he's raising an eyebrow, "What happened, Alex?"

"Nightmare's such a twat!" I huffed, "What kind of idiot even suggests-- I can't even say it."

Julius nods and I eventually find the words to explain. I looked out of the window as he began talking (But of course he's realised that during his lectures I never actually listen). It's dark outside, so damn dark, but I want to take a walk. I can't, but that doesn't mean I don't want to.

"Alex," His voice is tired and still sleepy, "Go back to sleep."

"If I do, will he be there?" I childishly cross my arms. I felt like a child. Julius being the father and I the little six year old boy complaining about the boogey-man who ruined my dream and forced it to become a nightmare.

But then again, like his name suggests, maybe that was Nightmare's job after-all.