Chapter 2: The Guide, Chapter 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

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I remember that winter like it was yesterday. The winter of 82. My mother and father were wry young when they had me and it was more or less and accident. They wanted to finish collage and get careers, they both go degrees in archeology so while they were away on a dig I spent my summer with grandma.

My grandmothers house was the same as most in downtown Vernon, small but cozy. It had a nice living room tht faced out across a pebble road to the woods where at night deer and wolves and all sorts of other animals could be seen from the window. Through a small doorway there was the kitchen, not remarkable except for the fact that every holiday she decorate it like it was the town hall. It was November know, and the kitchen was alive with pumpkin pies and fruits and cornucopias. It smelled like cinnamon, she must be cooking, I thought. The kitchen opened up into a small dining room with a table and three matching chairs. If you followed through the door on the left lead to the 'laundry room' you would find a small pull-out couch where I slept. And then the door from the right hand side of the lead to a small hallway that had the bathroom and at the end my grandma's bedroom.

I sat in the living room on the piano bench. There was no real funiture in the room. I watched out the big bay window at te woods across the street, my eyes felt heavy. I heard distantly a thumping and rustling in the kitchen, grandma must be cooking again, I thought.

"Angie!" She called.

"I'm in the living room grams!" I yelled back, I heard more ruffling and keys jingling then she appeared out of the small doorway.

She was wearing her red moomoo dress and her hair was pulled back from her small face. My grandma was a thin lady with salt-and-pepper hair she has a strong jaw and a smart wisdom in her eyes. "I'm out of cumin," she spoke quieter now that we were in the same room. Her keys hung from her fingers. "I'm going to run to the store do you need anything?"

"No grandma I think I'm okay," I smiled at her. She look at me briefly with a look of worry in her eyes before disappearing out the oak door. I watched her get into her old Spitfire and drive down the pebbled road. My eyes grew heavy as I waited for my grandmother to return.

Slowly the world grew distant and I fell asleep leaning against the piano. ******************************************************************

"BANG! BANG! BANG!!" I awoke to someone beating on the heavy oak door. My heart raced and I dropped to my knees. Where we lived wasn't exactly the 'safest' place to live so I crawled to the door and grabbed my grandfather's, may he rest in peace, golf club, driver to be exact. I hosted myself up and peeked out the peephole.

Seven teenagers stood on my front steps.

The one in the front, the one who had hit the door so violently, was wearing a dark sweater, gloves and sunglasses. Not surprising it was pretty cold outside. He hit my door again. I jumped. He turned around, behind him were three tan kids two boys and a girl. The boys were shirtless and shoeless and the girl sported a half-shirt and short-shorts. And behind them were two girls in matching outfits, one blue and one pink. Then in the very back was a boy he was dressed normally except he was pretty tall and... He was looking directly at me. I ducked down.

I could hear the boy outside hit y door again and scream at the group, "See! I told you this wasn't the right house!"

I sucked in my breath and opened the door.

"Hi," I said. "Can I help you folks with something?" My southern drawl comes out loud and clear when I am scared or nervous. Or both.

"Yes," said the girl in all pink, bouncing to the front of the group. "May we come in?" I looked at her unable to look away, a complete stranger asking permission into my home?

"Sure." I stepped aside and let them in. Slowly they filled in, except the boy in the sweater. "Are you coming in too?"\\

He looked at me, not speaking, I couldn't see his eyes thought the glasses but felt them on my sizing me up and down. I cleared my throat. "Please come in." I said, not wanting to leave him out in the cold. He stepped in being very careful not to touch me. I shut the door and walked into the dining room where they stood, the girl in the half-shirt sat easily in a chair, the only one sitting.

"So what's going on here?" I asked a little uncomfortable.

"Of course! But first let me I introduce ourselves." The girl in all pink said. "I'm Dip and that's Do," she pointed to the girl with the matching outfit in blue. "That's Kate," she indicated the girl sitting down. "And there's we brothers Sam and Mike." She pointed to the one with a dark tan and black hair as Mike and the one with a lighter tan and blonde hair as Sam. "That's Dylan," she pointed to the one who had met my eyes through the peephole. "And this," she pointed to the boy in te sweater. "Is..."

"I can introduce myself. I'm Jake." He snapped. " but I don't understand why we are beating around the bush here. We need you help Angie."

"How do you know my name," I stuttered.

"Please,we all do. They are just acting civil! The truth is we have been traveling for weeks to find you and they are going to beat around the bush!" He snatched his glasses off, his eyes glowed a brilliant blood red, fangs slipping out under his top lip. "I'm a vampire an they," he indicated the room. "Aren't human either! We need our help because we...."

I passed out


Submitted: November 05, 2012

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darkworm666

this is realy amazing, great job and good luck

Mon, November 5th, 2012 11:41pm

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Thank you, I just put up Chapter 3... :)

Mon, November 5th, 2012 5:24pm

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