I procrastinated long enough with this story. So finally here it is. Just going to post one chapter and see how it goes and maybe I'll finish it. But anyways, here's the sequel!
Memories are Killer
I really don't know what happened to me. One day I was living my miserable life and battling for my child, then the next, I find out my sweet little Charlie was the rare creation of a vampire. And that vampire was taken from me. Jerry, and my son, both stolen away and left me here to suffer this world alone.
But do you know who did it?
That brat Charley Brewster and that adorable failure of a man Peter Vincent! Both of them teamed up and killed Jerry! Which is really stupid.
So now, it's been a week and a half since I left Peter's flat.
I started my own tribe. It was in the blood that told me what to do. It sang me songs of comfort and instructed me what to do. It sounded like Jerry was still talking to me, but it wasn't. Strange, but it kept me calm whenever I heard the whisper in my mind. I claimed this house and build the foundations of my nest. Destroyed the basement and dug up the earth. Shoved my night children into the ground. I wasn't pickey on who I took. I took just about anyone who looked at me funny.
I buried my son in the basement in hopes that he would wake up. I took him from the morgue days ago. That was a silly mess. He was a vampire child, so he would wake up. I was so sure of it. Positive he would wake up. Whispers in my mind tell me so. And that it was time to call for the Sister and the Father. I didn't know what that meant, but I called for them. With every fiber of my being. I called for them.
I laughed quite a bit over little things. And I cried over the little things. I wasn't going insane, I didn't think so. The forty plus some vampires that I had here were afraid of me. I don't know why, most always stayed in the ground, and a few kept watch over me and occasionally came to me to seek comfort. I had so many children now, but none would replace my Charlie.
Most of the time I was always thinking about Charley Brewster and Peter. I held a huge amount of hatred for them, mainly towards Charley. I wanted Peter really bad for some reason. Maybe because he was all Charley had left since I killed his mama, and Jerry took care of Amy that fateful morning.
That was probably why I wanted the damn drunk. He had feelings for me, maybe I would manipulate the fool and have fun. Yea, that's what I was going to do.
I couldn't help but laugh as I stood up. Going up the stairs slowly as my nails gouged the walls again. I walked over to the phone and picked it up. Dialing Peter's number again and listened to it ring. Peter answered.
"Hello?"
"Hmmm. Hello honey bear. Miss me?" I cackled and the line was silent. "Oh, because I really miss you."
"Chaynne...what do you want?" Peter's voice whispered. I smiled, probably hiding from Charley.
"Really?" I giggled again. "Why, I want you! You silly man. Then I want Charley."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Why did you do that?" I asked, referring to the morning he and Charley 'saved the day'. "Nobody needed your help. You did it anyways, so in turn, I'm doing what I want. Tell you what. Meet me on the strip, let's say, one hour. Without Charley. And leave your vampire goodies at home or I'll kill you."
"Why should I believe you?" He countered.
"Why not? You don't have much of a choice. I could simply walk into your house and kill the both of you. Because I know you won't take back the invitation you gave me." I said with a slow, seductive voice.
I could picture Peter getting all flustered. From the short time I knew him, anything I said normally made him giddy.
"Trust me when I say this Peter. Don't stand me up." I said threateningly. Slowly looking towards the window. "The strip, one hour. Come as whom ever you want. Peter Vincent covered in leather, or wear your jeans. I prefer the leather honey."
I hung up and went towards the upstairs and got myself ready. That took a short while and I changed my clothes. I took some of the outfits that his woman had wore, they fit me perfect. Made me feel, powerful. I never used tp wear stuff like this, but I didn't care now.
Off to the strip I go. Maybe play cat and mouse with Peter? Maybe. We'll see.
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There. We'll see how this one goes. And then decide to keep it or kick it. Reviews would greatly help my predicament right now.