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Chapter 1: The Arrival

Grandpa POV

Well, that was Lucy, I say to myself putting the phone back. She'll be coming with her boys, Michael and Sam, which I haven't seen since they were tiny boys. Sam is fifteen and Michael is nineteen - almost twenty. I have so much to do and barely any time to do it in.

The very first most important thing I have to do is empty out the frozen blood in the freezer. Then put up the mini cardboard door labeled 'old fart' so the boys don't go into it. Hopefully they aren't big on drinking.

It's been a day and a half since I got the phone call from Lucy and she should be on her way up with her boys very soon. I've been thinking about how I'm going to say hi, should I just say hi or go a bit further, say, pull a prank. I've decided on the prank, I think it'll be a fun way to say hello to someone you haven't seen in over ten years. I hear a car and a motorbike coming up the road towards my house and guess that that's them. It is and Michael is on the bike. He's gonna fit in with the guys around here pretty well.

I'm lying on the ground and taking very slow and not many breaths until I can hear their footsteps on the stairs and completely stop breathing.

"Dad? Dad?" I hear Lucy saying quietly and sounding slightly worried.

"If he's dead can we go back to Phoenix please?" That must be Sam talking. So I decide its about time to sit up when Lucy says that I'm just a deep sleeper.

"I'm playin' dead. And from what you guys were saying, I'm pretty good at it, too!" I say with a chuckle. Then they take it in turns of saying things like, "oh Dad!" and "Grandpa!"

I help them unpack when I realize they have a dog. He hasn't done anything yet, hopefully he won't and he'll just think its weird because its a new place. I hear loud footsteps, as I walk through the front door, then I see the boys running through the house when Lucy tells them off. Right when I get to my working area, Sam bursts in, obviously looking for somewhere to hide when he looks like he involuntarily jumped into the room. Michael runs right into the back of Sam. All I can do is think how funny it would've looked if Sam hadn't opened the doors in time for Michael to have bolted into him.

I hear Michael whisper something about the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' which made Sam laugh. I think now would be a good time to tell the boys where and what they can/can't do or go.

"Boys! We've got some rules around here. This is my room. Follow me now." I lead them into the kitchen.

"Now, the second shelf is mine, that's where I keep my b..." I trail off, thinking of something to tell them instead of blood bottles.

"Beers, root beers and my double thick Oreo cookies. Nobody touches the second shelf except for me." And I keep talking to them and telling them stuff about the house when Michael asks me, "Is it true Santa Carla is the murder capital of the world?"

Well I guess that it is. "Let me put it this way, if all the dead corpses were to stand up at the same time there would be a big population problem." I think that should explain it better than yes, or because this place is full of blood-sucking vampires.

Then as we make it back to my work room while I tell them about the tv guide when Sam asks, "Wait Grandpa, you do own a tv?" He sounds excited for a second.

I shake my head. "No, if you read the tv guide you won't need a tv. And stay outta here."

And with that I shut the doors, hoping they'll listen to me. I wouldn't want them wondering where I get all these animals from. If they do ask, I'll just say I like to go hunting. It's not like I'm lying to them, I'm just not saying that I drink their blood when I need it most, skin them and make them into statues to show 'my mark.'