A/N: Howdy doody my readers. This one I cowrote with a friend of mine (who does not have a fanfiction account sadly) But anyway, I wrote all of the chapters written by Emily and she wrote all of the chapters titled Campbell. If there are any other titles I will be sure to say who wrote them.
Okey doke, R&R my fine furry friends
Chapter 1
Emily
She tenderly touched my hand which was gripping the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles turned white.
"Em," Campbell's voice soft. "Relax please."
I forced a smile, "I am calm, just a bit nervous is all."
"A bit?" she poked before pulling down the flip mirror and smoothed up her short teal fohawked hair.
Instead of replying I just turned up the music on the radio and sang along, staring at the Welcome to Santa Carla sign as we drove by in our convertible piece of crap car.
"Not too shabby," Campbell smirked before kicking the mailbox which then proceeded to fall onto the ground in several pieces.
"Cam!" I threw my arms in the air. "Stop destroying the property!"
She laughed, "You really need to calm down man. What's been up with you today? You're so uptight."
I chewed on my lip and brushed a hand over the small shaved part of my head before finger combing the longer dark brown section.
"Em," she demanded.
"This place is like…vampire central."
"AGH!" she stomped away towards the deep brown colored home before us.
It was our first real house since well…since we moved out of our parents home years ago. Our father was not a nice man and our mother had left us when we were younger. I'm only a year older than Campbell but we could easily pass as twins, especially since she looks a lot older than she really is, which is sixteen. We were able to afford to live on our own because of many years of work and money that our grandparents had left for us before they died, knowing that we would eventually leave. It really wasn't too hard to buy a house underage if you know the right people too.
So there we were. In a new town where we knew nobody at all, jobless, and not even finished with high school. Cam and I dropped out our junior year. But we did have each other and a shit ton of money in the bank which does come to our advantage.
I stepped on the wooden planks which led up to the front door of the home, it was a bit dodgy but I'm sure neither Campbell or I would mind it that much. The inside looked decent, not too big but not small either. It had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, living room, and a tiny laundry room built into one of the closets. It would do. For the most part our things were already moved into the house, clothes, furniture, and the little amount of kitchenware that we owned was stowed away into the cabinets.
I leaned in the wooden doorway to Campbell's bedroom which she was beginning to push boxes around in to prepare for us to paint it either today or tomorrow. Knowing us it would get done about three weeks from now because we would get distracted and procrastinate to no end.
"We should do something fun tonight," Cam sat down next to me on her bed which had a black comforter and bright red sheets on it. Her hand found its way to mine and she squeezed it tight.
"Sure," I shrugged but then a smirk came to my face. "Maybe we can find some hot guys down by the beach."
She laughed and pulled her hand back, "You whore."
"I'm no whore! I just like some eye candy every now and then. I just drove for a week having to look at nothing but your face."
"Did you seriously just say eye candy?"
"Don't judge me," I winked before departing for my own bedroom.
"Let's look really cute tonight," she called from across the hall.
And look cute we will.
My room was decent, it had a wall which was totally made up of a window that a giant curtain pulled across. My bed was covered with a pale gray comforter, kind of boring. But I knew that my walls would soon enough be covered to the max with band and movie posters so I didn't wanna overdo it.
That was Campbell's thing. She could pull off just about anything over the top. I mean, I'm nothing close to normal but I try to lay a little low, not attract attention. Sometimes I would feel a pang of jealousy around my sister. She had undeniable beauty which radiated from her all the time. She was outgoing and could easily strike up a conversation with anybody. She was tall, but a little bit shorter than me, and a thin framed body. She sported a pixie cut which was spiked up into a teal mohawk most of the time. Her eyes were a sparking hazel green color and her skin paler than anybody's I had ever seen before. She was my sister and my best friend.
Once I opened a few of the shitty cardboard boxes on the floor, I pulled out a black Guns N' Roses off the shoulder shirt which was a little long and slipped on a painfully torn up pair of jeans and finished it with a pair of almost knee high lace up combat boots. My hair was wavy on the long side and well….shaved on the other. The shaved part of my head wasn't TOTALLY shaved off, it was more like about a half of one side closest to my ear all cut off with a tiny bit of hair growing in now. The rest of it reached down to my chest, long and wavy.
I was never really into the whole makeup thing so I skipped that part and hopped down the staircase and waited in the living room for Campbell to finish getting ready.
She slid down the railing of the staircase, and how she didn't bust her ass was beyond me, and landed at the bottom with a shocked look.
"I don't know how I didn't just fall," she breathed.
She had on a pair of black tights on with a red Van Halen ripped up shirt and some intense looking red boots. Her hair was of course sticking up in a mohawk but tonight it was all black instead of teal.
We made our way to the car and cranked up some music on the radio before taking off into the night and headed right to the boardwalk.
The place was absolutely insane. There were flashing lights of carnival rides in every possible direction. The scent of sweat, sugar, and the ocean blew through the air and filled our nostrils. It was impossible to take a step anywhere without being directly next to another person's face which always seemed to be smiling extra wide or too high to realize you were even there.
Yep, we're not in Kansas anymore Dorothy.
This was nothing like the run down middle of nowhere town that we lived in before.
Suddenly there was a quick pull on my hand and I glanced over to see a tall man wearing nothing but a purple thong and a thin layer of sweat.
"Hey there, my show is about to start over on the beach. You two lovely ladies should come check it out," he winked and flipped his long curly hair.
When I didn't answer he began talking again, "My name is Sexy. No last name, just Sexy."
I snorted and shook his hand, "Emily Striker."
He nodded and released after an eyebrow waggle, "I hope to see you and your friend there."
"Okay," I breathed once uh…Sexy…walked away from us and turned to my sister. "Where to now, kid?"
She shrugged, "Wherever. I kinda want to go check out the bands coming on."
"Sexy?"
She stared at me, "What?"
I guess she missed that.
"Never mind," I mumbled before pushing past a cluster of people to get into the mosh pit before the stage.
The man from before whose name I refuse to say took the stage by storm and got the crowd bumping around in less than two seconds. People were flailing around everywhere and I'm pretty sure I saw someone with a bear costume on running through the mob.
"Cam," I tried grabbing her attention. "Let's get outta here."
She turned to me and I noticed she already made a few new friends with various strange hairstyles.
"I'm gonna stay here for a bit, I'll catch up with you later," she turned back after giving me a quick hug.
At least she wasn't with bear boy.
As quick as possible I squeezed through the mass of slippery teenagers who reeked of sex and weed and climbed back up onto the board walk. There were a few fun stores that I passed and stopped in, grabbing a bright blue cotton candy in one of them.
Once I finished it I found myself standing in front of a smoky comic book shop that had a hippie couple slouched down in two plastic lawn chairs out front 'guarding' the books on display outside. I smiled a little and walked past them and into the dimly lit store, easily finding my way over to the X-men comics. There were a bunch there that I had already read but I decided to pick up one of the issues and skim through it anyway just for fun.
Hey, don't judge me.
I was only a few pages into the book before I felt like I was being watched. Slowly, I lifted my eyes from the page to see someone standing to my side with their arms folded across their chest.
It was a boy about my age with wolf like brown eyes and sandy blonde wild hair which flopped over the sides of a red bandanna tied around his head. His lips were pursed and his look was concentrated on my face.
"Um…uh…" I burbled before I felt my face flush in embarrassment.
Why must I be so socially inept…
"Can I help you ma'am?" his voice was so husky.
"I'm just looking."
He nodded, "I haven't seen you around these parts. What brings someone like you to Santa Carla?"
"Someone like me?" I put the comic down and turned to fully face the boy.
His eyebrows raised a little and he seemed suddenly nervous. But it washed away a half a second later.
"Well everyone here is either living dead or so old they're about to die."
"Living dead," I snorted. "That's a good way of putting it."
"Putting what?"
"A bunch of heavily impaired teenagers listening to crappy music being played by a naked sweaty man and running around like they don't have any worries."
It looked like he almost had a smirk on his face. Almost.
"I meant something a little different than that but I like the way you think," he leaned against the comic stand. "I'm Edgar Frog."
"Emily Striker." I chewed on my lip a little.
"It's safe to assume you're new around here," his eyes were so deep.
"Yeah," I played with the ends of my hair and his eyes followed my fingers before coming back up to meet my eyes. "My sister and I just moved here."
"Hmph," he nodded. "My brother and I have lived here with my parents our whole lives."
"Must be a bloodsucker by now," I mumbled so low that there was no way he could have heard.
"What was that?" his eyes grew wide.
"Wha-uh nothing. Nothing," I took a step back and his hand grabbed onto mine and pulled me a centimeter from him.
"I ain't no bloodsucker. You don't wanna say that too loud around here. There are two of them-
"Over by the Superman comics?" I cut him off.
Now I got that smirk from him, "Impressive. You know a flesh eater when you see one."
I realized that we were still pretty close and took my hand back before stepping a safe foot or two away.
"So Edgar, what do you know about vamps?"
"Everything and anything there is to know. I'm a hunter. My brother and I have our own business."
"My sister doesn't believe in it."
His eyes grew wide, "Do you know how dangerous that is? Especially with how many there are in town? How many are here now?"
This made a rush of nervousness come through my veins. She was out there alone.
"I need to go," I rushed away but he came right after me.
"Wait, when will I-I mean…you can't go out there alone. It's too dangerous. Let me get my brother and we can go find your sister together."
"I can handle myself, thanks."
"Emily," my heart skipped a beat. "Please, you're new here. Let us just help a little, free of charge."
I snorted, "Hurry up and get him then. I'll give you five seconds."
Then he took off into the back of the store, his combat boots banging heavily against the tiled floor.