Sienna on Wheels
Chapter One
"Cars don't have feelings," Jason said to Sienna that November afternoon.
What he didn't know was that a Volkswagon was watching him. A Volkswagon from another world, who never had the privilege of carting a vampire girl around.
Sienna's Toyota MR2, also known as a Spider, wasn't starting. It often did this, and she had to call her boyfriend Jason to come pick her up in his 1975 Volkswagon. She reummaged in her purse for her cell phone. But when she pulled it, she saw that it was on zero bars. It needed charging. And she was in a mall parking lot. Drat.
If she had had her friend Belle Remy with her, she could've used Belle's cell. But she had come alone. And now she had no way home. Not unless there was a pay phone somewhere nearby.
She started to head back to the mall, wondering if pay phones still existed. Just as she was passing a sky-blue Saab, she heard a honking noise. Who would be honking at her?
She scanned the cars for whomever had done so. Sienna didn't spot anyone. Could cars honk on their own? She doubted it, but maybe one of the newer models…
Starting toward the mall again, she heard the honking once more. It was coming from a Sedan. A very curious looking Sedan. The windows seemed to be made of faux glass or something. But it was unmistakably a Sedan.
And then for the briefest moment, Sienna thought the window appeared to be eyes. Like the windshield wipers were the bottom part of someone's eyelids. She shook her head. It was just a trick of the light. And having been awake for forty-eight hours straight didn't help any.
She moved toward the mall, leaping up on the sidewalk. A white Corolla was parked at the edge, but no one was climbing out. Sienna peered through its windows. There didn't seem to be anybody inside. How quaint.
Heading toward the doors leading into the mall, she felt something pierce her arm. She turned to see a spur sticking in her skin, near her elbow. Who had thrown it?
She looked about, searching for someone who could have done so. A woman in her early thirties was sitting on a stone bench, cooing to a tantrum-throwing toddler, in an effort to soothe it. There didn't seem to be anyone else. Her eyes scanned the area, and nothing seemed amiss.
Other than the fact that the blue Saab was now parked behind the Corolla. Still no one was inside either vehicle. And Sienna had the eeriest feeling that something was going on, that there were clues to who had thrown the spur at her somewhere. Perhaps the driver of the Saab was there, ducked low and out of sight.
She crept nearer to it. Out of the flash of her left eye, she saw something that she dismissed as something she imagined. A few feet away from the Saab, however, she collapsed. Something was binding her to the scorching sidewalk. She screamed for help, but none came. And then, the Corolla's trunk opened, and Sienna was reeled inside. It shut on her. She continued to yell at the top of her lungs, though she doubted anyone would hear her cries.
