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Talking in Your Sleep	By : standingon_words Category: Pokemon > Het - Male/Female Views: 2410 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon or Roxie, Damian is an original character and is not meant to resemble any real person.

Chapter List
- 1-Talking in Your Sleep
- 2-Talking in Your Sleep 2: Electric Boogaloo
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"...I hear the secrets that you keep

When you're talking in your sleep

...

Good night~."

                The girl on the other end of the line hung up.

                I first met Roxie not long ago, when my band opened for hers. We were invited to the after-party, and I was overjoyed at the chance of meeting who I thought was the girl of my dreams. She seemed normal at first, but before long she started to get... clingy. She started coming to my band's practices, and would shoot angry glances at Bekka— my guitarist— whenever she came close to me to sing into my microphone; and the rest of the time, her eyes were glued on me. I didn't think anything of it at first, in fact I liked it— the girl of my dreams was obsessed with me, how could I ask for anything more?

                Of course, then it started to get weird. She started calling me in the middle of the night to sing to me— always the same song, "Talking in Your Sleep", by the Romantics. I tried hanging up once, and she was at my house in less than ten minutes. Now I sit through the whole song, terrified of what she'd do if I hung up again. I tried breaking it off, but she proved frighteningly manipulative. I've become too afraid to even mention this to anyone else now, because what would she do if she found out?

                The next morning as I was making breakfast when heard my door unlock, and someone walk in. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stiffen as the footsteps made their way closer to me. I knew who it was, and now I knew there was truly no escaping her.

                "Good morning, Damian!" She said, with a huge grin on her face. She looked frighteningly normal— not how you'd expect someone as obviously insane as her to look.

                "R-Roxie, hey. How do you have a key to my house?" I tried to hide the fact that I was terrified, but couldn't stop myself from stammering slightly.

                "Oh, well, I took your spare the other day to make a copy. I figured you wouldn't mind."

                "Uh, okay. All right, then." I replied, once again trying to sound as calm as possible.

                "Well eat up, we have to practice, I wrote a song for us to sing together!"

                "Wh-what?! I can't learn a song in a couple of hours!" I'll admit that I was morbidly interested in what this song could be about, "I have to go practice with the band, maybe we could do it for our next show."

                "Don't worry, I talked to Jason, he said it's okay. You guy practice a lot, you should be fine." I didn't believe for a second that she had talked to Jason, but I'd rather have to deal with him than Roxie, so I played along.

                "Okay then. Do you want to practice here, or do you want to go back to your house?"

                "I left my notebook with the lyrics at home, so after you eat we'll drive to my house."

                She sat down across from me. I finished eating quickly; I tried to take as long as possible to finish, but the way she stared at me unflinchingly was disconcerting. Immediately as I took my last bite she grabbed my plate and coffee mug away and dumped them in the sink. I tried to convince her to let me wash them, but she told me not to worry about it, and that I could do it when I get home. She grabbed my guitar for me and all but literally pushed me out of the house into her car. The ride to her house was almost completely silent, we didn't talk at all, and she had turned the radio off. The only sounds were those of the car, and Roxie mumbling to herself. With grim curiosity I tried to pick up what she was saying— in case she could give me some clue to what sinister ulterior motive she had for luring me to her house— but all she was mumbling were the lyrics to "Talking in Your Sleep", a song I had now grown to hate. I tried to start up a conversation, if only to get her to stop singing, but she completely ignored me. I decided to try and ignore her as well, but it was in vain; in fact, I think she began to sing louder. I allowed myself a bit of dark humor at the thought of going just as insane as her after being force to listen to this song, but the ability to find humor in the situation vanished as we pulled up to her house.

                Dspite only being about my age, she managed to live alone; being both a gym leader and a professional musician did have some benefits. She led me into her house, and directed me to her basement, where she kept her equipment. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I knew that this was probably my last chance to try and escape, but even if I did, where would I go? I figured that I would probably be able to overpower her if she tried to attack me in any way, but what if she sent out her Scolipede? I didn't have any Pokémon of my own— I had given up my chance at getting one when I was a kid in hopes of becoming a successful musician. Against my better judgement I walked down into her basement. My fears were slightly allayed when I turned on the light at the bottom of the stairs and only saw a modest practice room, but almost immediately my mind rushed to the possiblity of a hidden door to a dungeon or something. I tried to convince myself that I was being ridiculous, but my fears refused to subside.

                I heard footsteps as Roxie came down to join me in her basement. It felt as if an eternity was passing by as I waited, and I was on the verge of a full fight-or-flight reaction. She reached the bottom of the stairs and hit me with another completely disarming grin. I have to admit, everything about her terrifies me, but it almost feels worth it to see her smile like this. She spoke,

                "Are you sick or something? You look really pale."

                "Oh! Uh, maybe." I lied, "I should still be fine for the show tonight."

                "Good." Her smile turned devious. She ran over to me, grabbed my hands and pulled me into a long kiss. She loosened her grip and let me pull away.

                "Oh, um..." I trailed off. I was unable to form a coherent thought. I knew without a doubt that I was in danger, but at the same time I found it difficult to believe that the girl in front of me could ever be a threat.

                "I love you." She said, staring right into my eyes, "I never want to lose you, ever."

                It was a cute sentiment, but at the same time I was terrified at what the implications of her words could mean. She smiled again before I could respond, and pulled me over to the guitar amp in the corner of the room. In a flash, before I could even react, she had pulled me onto the ground, so my back was pushed right into the corner of the room. She sat on my legs, making sure I had no escape. She kissed me again, longer this time. I felt my mind start to grow fuzzy. I started to feeling incredibly drowsy, which was when I realized what Roxie must have done. She must have slipped me some kind of drug while we were kissing, and now that my strength was almost completely gone, I was powerless to do anything. I felt something cold grip my wrists. I was unable to break from Roxie's kiss to check; but I knew that she must have handcuffed me here in this position. Eventually she stopped kissing me, and stood up, staring down at me with devilish gleam in her eye.

                "Now you can never leave. Now you're mine forever."
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