Image of Vigo, Spain at Night, Image from Yahoo! Travel, inserted and resized by the author.

"Help ME!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed! "Help Me!" Like a million times yesterday and it was cold, and fired, and hot, and light, and too dark, and everything was wrong, but the demon me who had changed into a radical biker outfit better than the one we had on stage for the NKOTBSB tour.

 He was in his full length sleeves sliver and gold studded leather jacket, with a couple holes in it. Dressed in a red OSU Football jersey. "I guess it's true what they say, Nick." He told me. "No one really loves you." He lied to me. "Not LAUREN, NOT BRIAN, NOT KEVIN, NOT HOWIE, NOT EVEN AJ, THE POOR MAN." He told me with a sigh as he walked me around down there. "This is the place Jessica has been, she is famous for her stint in the prision in the top level of Here in Hell." He bragged.

 "I like posessing you, The Control, the power, the women, the fact that your too stupid to disreguard a seer-slayer like we would when you see it. Plus, all that vainess, egocentrism you and BSB have, and stuckness that fans hate you showing them." he bragged. "Especially ones like her, and if she ever comes to here in Spain, in Vigo, I will after her and Lauren, BOTH!" He yelled and his voice turned even darker, distorted, and demonic. 

I woke up sweating. "Lauren!" I yelled happily. Giving her a hug. I felt faint. I saw her in her innocent sweet tear drop white dress like something sexier but still a hint of the West Coast and Southern charm with the lace and perfect stelletos from Jimmy Cheu that I had missed so much. I hugged her and kissed her.

 "Let me save you," she told me with her arm on my shoulder before she comes. "Who?" I asked.

At that moment in the lobby. After spending Howie's money to even get there and quickly packing and wishing she had married Nick in Vegas. She ran into his hotel room with Jason following her. "Jessica, you were kicked out! HELLO!" Jason yelled with the security guards. "Howie called ME! I have to SAVE HIM, I AM THE ONLY SEER-SLAYER PSYCHIC Person thing THAT CAN!" She screamed with tears, please. "You probably put that thing into thim." he accussed her."Yeah," said the security guards. "We're checking with him, if he says "No", you got to find a way home." they told her. She simply nodded and wipped her tears and starred at the floor.

" Ok, now for the next prayer." Lauren said, mixing a soup of herbs and stuff. "Do you NEED this "SEER" Nick?" he asked. "If she didn't send it, then yes, she can stay." I said politely. I didn't want her there at all, always trying to help people see the amoral and wrongs of their ways, always forgiving us, trying to make "celebrities" accountable. I mean as far as I think I am like a blessed greek "god-man" to this world in music to that extent.  I got nothing on Jesus through, outside of my ego and singing I guess.

But Lauren looked so sexy and was using water in sexual and sensual ways like when we put curses on Jessica back when we had sex with her in that tiny white bikini.

"YOU!" Howie yelled at Jessica. "YOU MADE HIM A DEMON MAN. NOW CURE MY FRIEND YOU WITCH." Howie accussed her. "I am not a witch. I swear I am not one." Jessica told him. Then she took the journal and drew a heart with it. It was so simple with a cross through it. Then wrote "For God so loved the world he gave his only begotten son, so that anyone that believes in him may have eternal life." From the passage John 3:16 in the Bible. Not sure which translation.

The other Backstreet Boys gathered around her, and yelled at her, so did Lauren finally. "YOU BROKE US UP!" YOU B*^%! You did this!" I heard her actually beep there, which was weird, why does that keep happening. I noticed Jessica looked at her funny.

"You beeped, Lauren?" The only way people can hear you beep like that is if you have been casting spells or prayers or something or have one on you. "How long would you know?" She talked back. "I know." Jessica said, as Lauren shoved her and knocked her unconscience against the wall. Jessica began crying in her sleep as she began bleeding. "Call 911 or whatever here." Brian said, as AJ rushed to help her get better. The other guys just stared blank. Wondering what was going on.

Then I saw him, some goofy guy in a green robe with weird symbols and not from a Joss Whedon show either. His face was older and uglier, and his eyes had an evil orange, green, brown, and black glow to them, that wasn't natural and was saying something in latin, he was darker inside and uglier  than Jessica ever could be. Then I realized, I was having her visions now too. The demon was still in me and all she wanted to do was to be able to take care of her family and SAVE ME from MYSELF. As I heard that Christina Aguilera song in my head and it hit me hard like a pilliow hitting your face in a pillow fight with a pie on it. I knew. I felt it.