Changing Dimensions Ch.4

I grabbed the back of Muffin's top and pulled her up. "What do you want?" I asked in an irritated tone. "O-Oh this is your house? Really? Wow, I totally thought it was someone else's. Whew, I'm sorry... I guess you'll be putting me down now...?" She asked hopefully, for I was holding her in my house now, her feet off the ground. "Um, no I don't think so." I retorted to her with a cold look, and she smiled innocently. "Oh, come on Jerremy..." Jimmy came over to me and looked at me seriously. "Put her down." And something about the way that her eyes narrowed made me understand what followed her unspoken sentence, 'Or the deal is off.' I sighed and let go, and she dropped to the floor, she landed on her feet with a soft thud, and she eyed Jimmy angrily. "Bell- I mean Jimmy." She chuckled nervously. "We gotta go. I have to talk to you." Jimmy hesitated. "Bell?" I asked. "I-I-I was thinking of s-someone else at the moment?" Muffin chuckled nervously again. "C'mon Jimmy." Muffin pulled her wrist causing her to stumble. I grabbed Muffin's shoulder and yanked her back.

"Actually, I was talking to her first." I growled. Jimmy slipped out of her grip and slyly made her way to the back while we were arguing. "I'm more important!" She glared at me and stood on her toes to see eye to eye. "We have deal!" I shouted. "Deal? What deal?!" She demanded. Jimmy suddenly squeezed between us with her back to me. "There's no deal. Right Jerremy?" She elbowed me in the ribs, hard, and it hurt. "Mmm." I groaned. That shouldn't have hurt. Muffin covered up her mouth with her hands. Her face was turning red. JImmy looked up at me. "Ew." She got a sarcastic look. "What?" I asked. "Think about it." I thought about the recent happenings for a moment, and then I smirked at them. Jimmy half-smiled for a moment, but then she struggled to compose herself. "You haven't even heard the half of it." I said with a shrug, and Muffin covered her ears, her face red. "Ew ew ew EW!" She yelped, running around in circles. "What? Afraid of sex?" I asked. "Well, apparently, you don't know how old I am." Muffin said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I guess I don't. Enlighten me." I said with a smirk, and she froze."Uh, well I, um... it doesn't, Jimmy we gotta go!" She said, and I just stared with amusement. "Geez, what are you, fourteen?" I said joingly, and she froze for a moment more. "What?! N-No! That's silly!" She said, her voice was an octave higher than usual. "You are aren't you?" I accused, and she was now unfrozen. "No." She answered immediately, and then she sighed and pointed at her chest. "Do fourteen year olds have these?" She asked, and I chuckled and shrugged. "Guess not." I heard Jimmy scoff. "She gets this way when someone thinks she's younger than she really is." She said to me, and Muffin stomped her foot angrily. "I do not!" She shouted, and Jimmy laughed. "Well, how old are you then?" I asked, and she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Sixteen, I wouldn't have stole Corazon's truck if I were younger." She said, and Jimmy started giggling quietly. "Oh, please. That hasn't stopped you before." She said, and Muffin got a little red in the face. "Are you trying to get me in trouble?" Muffin asked, and Jimmy shrugged her shoulders.

"You two are very amusing." I stated, and Muffin shot a glare at me. She held one hand up with frustration. "You know what? Fine, I'll see you at home." She said to Jimmy, and then she turned and climbed out my open window. "I have a door you know!" I called to her, and I faintly heard her shout, "I don't care, did I say I care? No, I didn't!" She shouted just as I closed the window, and I chuckled as I faced Jimmy. "How old are you really?" I asked. "Phhh..thats not important... is it? Ask me something else." She stammered. "I wanna know this." I said, with a more cheerful tone. "Don't you wanna know my real name?" She asked. "Sure." I rolled my eyes at her trying to change the question subject. "Bellatrix Zachariah." She sat down on the floor cross-legged and her hands in her lap. "Bellatrix? Really?" I asked. "Got a problem with that?" She snapped. "No, no. I like it." I assured her. I sat down next to her with my legs sprawled out in front of me. "So how old-" She cut in. "Don't you wanna know how we got here?" She made a weird face. "Well, sure why not?" She did it again. "Want the long version or the story version." She asked. "I want the real version."

"You escaped from an Insane Asylum?!" I shouted at her, and she flinched, we had moved from the floor to my window seat. "Yeah we did." She answered, and I smirked. "That took talent." I said. "Hey! We were only thrown in there for what we believed in! And we were right! We're here aren't we? We've been here for half a month! And on top of that, they didn't have any good food there." She mumbled the last part, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, I know something I want to know." I said irritatedly, and she glanced at me. "What?" She asked hesitantly, and I smirked. "What are you anyways? No human can elbow me that hard." I said, and she blinked at me. "I thought you already figured it out." She said. "Well, I think I did too, but I want to make sure." I stated back. "I'm a vampire, too." She said sheepishly, and I nodded. "And now..." I said, leaning closer to her, and she leaned back as far as was possible before she hit the wall. "How old are you?" She groaned and sighed with frustration. "But I answered all of these other questions to avoid answering this!" She complained, and I raised one brow. "Why won't you tell me?" I asked, and she looked away from me when she answered. "Because our age makes us feel less superior." She answered, and I let out a loud laugh, and she looked at me incredulously.

"What are you, ten? You weren't superior in the first place, sweetheart." I said to her, pinching her cheek playfully. Her shoulder came up and knocked my hand away and she pouted. "I'm... I'm... I'm fourteen okay?!" She shouted, standing up and corssing my large room in a mere second. She faced away from me, and I felt my jaw go slack. "Wait a minute." I said, and I walked over to her just as quickly as she began to walk away. I spinned her around by her shoulders and looked at her, my face composed now. "You're fourteen?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. "Yes, captain obvious. What else you want me to say? That I'm a short midget that likes to dance around on a table for a pot of gold? I'll fess up to it if ya want." She said, and I couldn't help but smile. "That was a bit of a queer statement." I said, and she frowned at me.

"You guys are so strange." I said. "It's not like we do it on purpose." She defended, and I just rolled my eyes. "How did you guys meet anyways?" I asked, and she smiled widely. "Well... it started when we were eight years old. She beat up some guy who was making fun of me for my height." She explained, and I raised one brow. "She beat someone up? She didn't seem like that kind of person." I argued, and she rolled her eyes at me. "Make her mad." She said to me with a smug tone. "Hm... and what are some ways to make her mad?" I asked softly, leaning into her a bit, this time she didn't lean away, but her eyes did widen. "Um, wh-why do you wanna know?" She asked, and I lightly trailed my pointer finger from her wrist to her shoulder. "I want to test your theory." I said nice and quiet, and she shivered slightly. "W-Well, one thing that always made her mad were my boyfriends." She said thoughtfully. "And why is that?" I asked her, and she chuckled once, it was a little shaky. "She always said that they were taking me away from her." She said with a small smile at me, and I smiled back. "You're old enough to make your own choices." I said to her. "Whenever I do she beats the shit out them." She said, and I rolled my eyes. "Well you've obviously never had an immortal boyfriend have you?" I asked, and she shrugged. "No, I haven't.. there's really not too many to choose from back home... we're kind of 'unbelieved in.'" I looked at her curiously. "Unbelieved in? What do you mean?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"I mean that back where we come from, no one believes in vampires, lycans, witches and wizards." She said seriously, and then she frowned. "It was so boring." She added, and I chuckled. "But we do want to go home, maybe not forever... but definitely long enough to prove we were right." She said, and I nodded. "Well, tell me about 'Muffin.'" I said, and she shook her head immediately. "No way. You asked about me, I won't say anything about her." She said firmly. "Can't you just tell me-" I began, but she cut me off again. "No comprehendo senor." She said, and I stared at her blankly. "What?" I asked, and she giggled. "Nope. My lips are sealed on the subject of Muffin." She said, locking her lips with an imaginary key. "Okay, okay, whatever. What did those words mean?" I demanded, and she raised one brow. "What words?" She asked, and I sighed impatiently. "The thing you just said." I said, and she looked at me. "You mean 'no comprehendo senor'?" She asked, and I nodded. "That's just Spanish." She said, and I looked at her blankly. "Don't make up words that I won't understand." She scoffed and looked at me incredulously. "I'm not! You don't know what Spanish is? It's a language from where we came from." She explained. "Are you telling the truth?" I asked, and she did an exaggerated sigh. "Yes."

"Sheesh. If you really don't believe me I'll take you back there myself to prove it." She snapped, and I rolled my eyes. "Well I'm sorry but we only have three languages here." I explained, and she shrugged, turning away. "Whatever, we have over one hundred." She said, walking away from me. I stared after her for a moment, and then I smiled. "Ya know, I'm beginning to like you." I said, and she stopped in her tracks. She slowly turned back to me before she asked, "Like me? What do you mean?" She asked, her voice shaky and I slowly walked towards her. I laughed quietly and rolled my eyes before I stopped in front of her. "You really are clueless aren't you?" I asked as I poked her in the stomach, making her squeal momentarily before she covered her stomach with her arms. I couldn't stop myself, I busted out laughing loudly, and she looked at me with shock, and then she pouted. "It's not funny!" She protested, and I calmed down a little, a few chuckles still escaping my lips. "Here. Let me explain this to you in a language even you can understand." I said as I got closer to her. "What's that supposed to-" I cut her off this time, I quickly placed my hands on her face and leaned down, and I pressed my lips against her own.

She was stiff for a moment, but she slowly leaned into the kiss herself. "Hey! Jerremy! Guess what I found... out... about... Muffin..." We immediately pulled away from each other, and I looked over at Corazon, and his eyes were wide. Bellatrix didn't look at him at all, in fact, she looked the other way, her hand over her mouth slightly. I looked back at Corazon, and he was cowering away with a fearful look on his face. "Oh my God!' He yelped high-pitched, and I raised one brow. "What did you want Corazon?" I asked, and he still looked shocked. "Wait, did you say something about Muffin?" Bellatrix asked him, now reluctantly looking at him. "Uh... I, uh..." He stuttered, and all of a sudden, SMACK! We all looked to the window, only to see Muffin pressed against it, and she hastily opened the window from outside and leaned inside as if she were going to pounce. "No! You swore you wouldn't!" She shouted desperately at Corazon, and we all just stayed still, staring at each other.