Chapter 2: Something Being

She reached a dam and killed the engine. She closed her eyes and started thinking. What was she? All her life she was Melana Roberts. Was that really her name? The anonymity scared her strongly. She was afraid of taking the next step. Who was she? Really? She felt killing her heart. She wasn't even human. An alien? A monster? What? Who? Powers? She had powers? All that stuff she was told. She had to go home. Go home and do something.

She drove back home and pulled in her driveway. Running past the door, she went to her dresser and opened her top draw. "Spider Club! Shit, where did I put it? It was in my purse, than it was... dammit! Where are you? Ah-huh! Gotcha! You have to be there," she dialed the numbers and waited. This was her rainy day.

'What a coincidence, it's raining outside.' "Pick up, please!" she listen, than she heard the line being answered, "Justin? Are you there?"

"Lana?! Is that you? Oh my god! Are you OK? My Mom just told me about your mom, what's going on?" his voice, frantic.

Her brain was mushing together. She was going crazy. What she said next, took guts, but she didn't want to go away yet. She breathed in and out and took another breath, "I need you. I feel like I'm going to do something bad. I need you now."

He ran his hand through his hair, "I'll be there. Don't do anything, I'm coming to get you," he hung up and drove to her place.

Her body fell on her made bed and she closed her eyes. Small tears came down her cheeks. She suddenly felt so tired. She wiped her cheeks and crawled inside the covers when she heard a persistent knock. She nodded. He's here. "Well, I already made the call, can't back down now."

She walked to the door and opened it slowly. She stared into those eyes, than turned to get her keys to lock up and followed him quietly to his car. She opened the door, got in and buckled up calmly. Suddenly, all pent up anger flew out of the window as she screamed at the top of her lungs. She didn't care if she was loud, she was upset and all Justin could do was hold her and speak softly in her ear.

The crying was unbearable. She hurt all over. Her heart was damaged enough. It just wasn't fair. Her mother died. Can't be. She was shaking. Damn, she couldn't help it. She sniffed, "I'm so sorry. I'm--"

"Shoo, it's alright baby. I'm right here for you. Here, lets go to my place. We can talk whenever you wish. Right now, I wanna be with you. I don't want you hurting yourself. It's inhuman."

'Yeah, if only you knew the whole of it.' She nodded and wiped her eyes pulling back a bit, still holding his hand, "OK, let's go."

Justin licked his lips as he pressed a kiss to her dewy forehead, "I love you, Lana. I always have and always will. It won't be long, just close your eyes."

There was that word again. Sure, he's taking care of her. Does he though? Really? Does she really have to have this painful debate now? She nodded again and curled her pink lips together as her eyes turned to the sprinkled window and dropped shortly. "I wish we were there right now."

Than she heard, "Whoa, this is weird. Looks like my house. Oh my god, it is! Lana, baby, Lana wake up," he shook her and she slowly opened her eyes.

"What? What's wrong?" she rubbed her red eyes.

"Lana, we're here. It's weird, I didn't even drive here. It's like I was brought here or something. Anyway, let's go. We're here, let's go inside," he took an umbrella from the backseat and opened it up.

He closed the door and ran over to the other side and opened her door. He took her hand and they got out and ran to his doorstep. Melana shivered slightly. The thin material of her jacket did not do justice to the cold. Justin unlocked the door and they walked inside. Melana closed the umbrella and Justin took it and placed it in the side bin in the the corner.

Melana felt slightly warmer as her swollen eyes met his vast abode. She couldn't help but gape at the enormity of it. "Wow. This is like all of my childhood houses combined. Do you really live here alone?"

He laughed a little, "Not all the time. I always have friends come over that basically live here. But now, its just you and me."

Her hands hugged her shoulders, "Thank you. Um, do you know where the bathroom is?" she spoke in a calm voice.

He smiled slightly as he took her hand and walked to the one his mother usually occupies. He opened the door and turned on the light. "This is the one my mom uses. This should be alright."

Lana shrunk back from him and ran to the front door. Where was her mom? Dead. And for nothing. Her hands covered her face as she cried into them. Her face. The pain she saw as she had witnessed her mother being taken away when she had so much to live for. 'He has a mother and I don't. What the hell am I doing here? I shouldn't have come.' "I need to leave. Take me back now!" her voice scratched all the calmness that was in before.

Justin carefully came toward her. Unsure for a second. Than it made sense. She didn't have anybody. She was alone. She felt alone. 'Well, she will never feel alone around me.' He came closer and slowly placed his arms around her, not without a struggle from her part. "Baby, shoo. It's alright. Lana, people care about you. They love you. You're not alone. You called me to help you out and that's what I'm doing. Come on."

He was right. Why did she call him? Cuz she knew he would help her. He loves her. But why him? She could've have ringed Amy or Stacey, or Scott even. No, that's crazy. She can't be still in love with him. 'He lost that chance when he chose her over me. It's mom, that's what it is.' "Everything happened so fast. I don't have family anymore. I have no one."

He cupped her face and stared intensely in her eyes, "You have me. You always will. I love you."

She shook her head and hugged him, "I'm so sorry. God, this is so bad. She's gone. She left right in front of me. I can't breath," she was clinging onto him.

"Do you wanna lie down now? Here, come here. Do you trust me?"

She looked in his eyes, "Yes, I trust you."

He picked her up and carried her to one of the guestrooms. He place gingerly on the floral bed and switched on the light. He turned to face her. She was staring at him with such strong passion. Passion she desperately wanted to get out. Why it was him, she didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted him, and suddenly she actually did. As he was taking off her shoes, she was staring at his hands. The hands that once touched her heart and made feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

She sat up a little as he finished and he placed her shoes next to the bed. She licked her lips sighing, thinking about him. She caught him looking at her, his eyes lighting up. His hand come upon her naked neck. But that didn't fool him. He bought it, he should know what it looks like. He spotted the chain and revealed the rest of the familiar necklace. His face came closer as he examined just be sure. He smiled, "You're wearing my necklace. If you don't feel the same as I do tell me why you are wearing this?"

Even under the stare he's giving her, she couldn't succumb to his wishes and just tell him the real reason, "I wear it because I think its pretty."

He gulped, knowing she's lying. 'Why is she so afraid?' "Is that all? Any other reason you have?"

The way he's staring. No! She can't feel for him. She shook her head slightly. She felt him come closer than he already was. She could breath his air. "No." she managed she get out.

He smiled. 'She still loves me.' "I don't believe you."

She laughed, "That's too bad, Justin."

"Right, too bad indeed," his lips were seconds away from hers.

She leaned back on the pillow, "Justin? What are you doing?"

He licked his lips and spoke huskily, "Kissing you."

"Why?"

"Because you haven't stopped me yet."

She swallowed, "Maybe I should."

"You can't. You're not. You missed it just as much as I did."

There it was, cocky Justin. She hated that guy so much. She ground her teeth so hard she thought she cracked a tooth. She got so mad she pushed him off the bed and that sent him against the dresser. She wasn't that strong. When did she grow muscles? Justin was more shocked than she was. He looked like he was afraid of her. Like an IRS agent coming to your house and taking your things when you haven't paid your taxes.

He laughed a little as he scratched his head getting up, "I'll uh -- see you tomorrow morning. Um... goodnight Lana," he closed the door and immediately went to get some alcohol.

Lana's head fell back and she closed her eyes. "Yep, I sure as hell wasn't human when I did that."

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