Hey! Welcome to Dark Roads, Tate is back and the new story is up. I know this might look familiar since I posted it at the end of Dark Room, but I decided to add it here to sorta 'introduce' this story. I hope you guys like this one as much as Dark Room, so keep reading and reviewing. Tate shows up in the next chapter like last time.
:Prologue :
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
For eight o'clock on a Saturday night the stretch of high way that lay only fifteen miles from the beach was empty. Weekend traffic couldn't be gone Michael thought as his best friend Jack read him directions to the hotel they were staying at for the next couple days. Michael's sixteen year old sister Brittney sat in the backseat, with her iPod so loud he found himself nodding along to the beat. Next to Brittney was Michael's girlfriend Olivia, her head resting against the window, sound asleep.
"Jack, what exit is it again?"
"Umh...113. We just passed 115, we're almost there." He said as the head lights on the Camry lit up the exit sign. Jack leaned the seat back as far it could go, an inch away from pinning Olivia to her seat. Feeling the pressure on her knees, Liv's eyes snapped opened and caught Jack's smiling face in front of her.
"Put your seat back up dick head. Mike, why did he have to come along?"
"He's my best friend Liv; do we have to go over this again?"
"Yeah Livvie-poo, I'm the best friend." Jack taunted. As a small fight broke out between his friend and girlfriend, Michael slowed up a little at the sight of a car broken down on the side of the road with two young women sitting on the guard rail, each seeming to be searching for service on their cell phones.
"Well you know what Olivia fu...Mike, why are we slowing down? We have to get to the hotel by nine or we have to wait to check tomorrow."
"Look out your window Jack, those girls, I think we should help them."
"Mike! Dad said not to do shit like that."
"And he also said you aren't allowed to curse." Brittney kicked the back of his seat hard enough that he hit his knee on the steering wheel. Michael, despite Jack, Olivia and Brittney's complaints, slowed down to help the girls. Rolling Jack's window down, he leaned over and watched the older of the two girls, a brunette with stunning blue eyes walk over.
"Do you girls need some help?" He asked, never once seeing the way the light from the full moon played upon their features, how their tanned skin began to change, how long flowing hair became coarse and tangled, and how normal sized canines began to form into a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.