Ania awoke to a stabbing pain in her stomach followed by the sound of giggles in her head. 

"You fucking bitch!"  More giggles followed in resonse.  She rolled out of her coffin.  Her head was throbbing with pain as her hair was curling on itself, tightly.  The giggles continued through a child's rhyme, "All around the games of skill the clown chased the Lady.  Lady got dropped with the clown on top! OOPS no more Lady!"

"Get out of my head you drag-queen-second-rate-whore!" The giggles became louder.  Ania became enraged clawing at her hair to get rid of the curling.  Scratching at her burning skin.

She heard voices at her door, along with someone opening the deadbolts.  The door opened to reveal a fat pig with over-the-top make up and bad clothes being held by a bear in overalls.  Ania's hunger grew and she savagely reached out for the pig delighted to hear it squeal as she sunk her claws in and pulled her into her darkness.  

Feed. She thought. Become stronger and shake this off.  She bit into the pig's neck only for her first swallow to make her gag at the taste.  The blood fueling the aggression.  She dropped the pig to find it was a lady.  A blind fit for violence consumed Ania, turning the lady into a punching bag.  The first blow to the head killed the woman, snapping her neck as Ania continued to box the body.  

Ania started to giggle.  "That was fun."  She covered her mouth as she said it.  But a smiled formed underneath her hands, claws retracting.  She walked to her closet and started digging.  She found her Alice in Wonderland costume from halloween a few years ago, she thought the reference would be funny then, but they acted like they've seen it before and seemed more shocked that she was wearing some color.  The costume changed from blue to black and more ruffles seemed to grow.  Ania danced in the costume.  "I hope he likes it," as she twirled amid the clouds of color she saw in the darkness.  Her skin was tingling.

The knock at her door made her giggle.  The fact that it was Mista J made it all the better.  Ania wondered what he would say when his knees were broken when he denied her a raise, again.  When the door opened, the sudden reception of the holy light blinded her and her vampire instincts were to hide.  She curled up on herself in the back corner.  The light became a darkness as she passed out, then returned to a glow that revealed bubbles in the air.  Ania took pleasure in popping them as she heard the giggles fading.

"Good girl." Mr. James was walking toward her with his hands in his pockets.  He looked and sounded younger.

"What? For popping bubbles? Shouldn't you be glaring for me to get back to work or something?"

He smiled, "And you would wait for me to leave just to pop them again."

She glared at him again and muttered, "Why wait for you to leave?" She continued popping until Mr. James grabbed her hand.  She looked at him confused. "You alright, Mista J?"

"Fine, thank you." As he started to dance with her.  No ballroom dancing could compare to the beauty the two displayed.  Ania felt like there was no ground beneath her feet.  The air around her was becoming a warm sensation on her skin. 

"The game, Ania."

"Huh?"  Now that he had mentioned it, the feeling she had was much like that when he had put her in the booth and she played with the cop.  She could feel it now, embracing her. 

Mr. James dipped her and brought his face so close to hers he could feel his light breathing on her face.  She closed her eyes.  It was that orgasmic feeling all over again, until the thought struck her. She stopped dancing and stepped back from Mr. James looking at him like she did when he told her to get into the booth, confused and wary.  She felt a small pinch in her chest.

"I'm going to flip this coin.." he pulled the coin from his pocket.

"Oh no you're not!"  She interrupted.  She felt odds in her head.  Fifty-fifty shot my ass!  "Hello, games of skill not...."

"Catch it in air."  His turn to inerrupt her."What?"

"Watch it, catch it on heads." 

"That's not possi...." And he flipped, she watched the coin go up.  She felt the game swell on her, the odds changing with every flip.  She focused, the odds changing again.  She snatched the coin in mid-height and slammed it on the back of her opposite hand.   She already knew the outcome without lifting her hand.  She slid the coin off her hand and fisted it.

Mr. James smiled as he receded into the glow, which became darkness.  She was hearing sounds of Tiffany talking to someone.  

"You know the answer to that. Now get out of here. Ania's resting. When she wakes up, she can meet her new toy."   Ah, Mista J.  The game still rested on her, but not as strongly as in her dream.

She heard him lock most of the bolts as she lifted the lid.  Her body was still sore, the new muscles could still be seen under the new skin, and parts were still a bit missing, but she was thankful the nightmares and dreams were over.  They were always too confusing.   Her mind crossed to the source of her wounds, which led to her thoughts again on Dana.  Dana knew something that Ania needed to know.  She tried to lay and rest.  She felt the warmth of blood in her stomach and the comfort of laying in the silent darkness, but her mind was restless of Dana.  Her last clear memory, which was foggy at best, was Tiffany saying something about Dana.  Ania would rather talk to Dana than track down lil Ms. Shoot-em-up in such a poor shape.

She climbed out of her coffin and grabbed a coat to cover herself and walked out the door.  She was heading straight for the House of Mirrors.