Swap Meat Numero Dos:The Abby and Trevor Chronicle.
Summery: Thanksgiving day was just another event in Abby and Trevor Piesik's lives. They went to their aunts with their mom and dad every year, same old, same old. But this year, Abby and Trevor are in for the adventure of their lives. While waiting for diner to get ready, Abby decides to sneak upstairs and watch her favorite TV series Supernatural on her aunts computer. Trevor, being the little conniving, goody-two-shoes he is, sneaks up after her to catch her in the act. Little do they know what horror is waiting for them on the inside of that very screen...
Chapter 1: Thanks For What, Exactly?
Abby's POV
Siblings are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring - quite often the hard way.
~ Pamela Dugdale
Fifteen-year old Abby Piesik didn't expect this, she didn't expect this at all. Wanna know what her plan's were for this Thanksgiving? Sit in her stuffy, huge ass SUV -because apparently, using the A.C is bad for the environment. Really dad?- with her annoying little mommy's boy of a brother.
And all the while being forced to endure seven and a half straight agonizing hours of her mothers constant chiding on her posture and attitude.
"Mooommmyy! Abby called me a dumbass!"
"Abby!"
"Mooommmyy! Abby said the F-Word!"
"Abby!"
"Moommmyy! What's a 'stupid little twat'?"
"ABBY GENE PIESIK!"
She honestly don't see where mom ever got that silly idea. But really, do you wanna know the worst thing of all? The fact that Trevor is fricken' eleven. Eleven-years old and he still calls our mother 'mommy'. It's downright sickening! That kid is going to grow up to be one scary ass co-dependent.
And mom just feeds off the love. Feeds off it! Like she's one of those starving African children in those commercials and his love and affection is a big ol' platter of ribs.
"I didn't say that! He heard it off TV or something!" She protested. He shot her a smug look as her mother shook her head in disappointment.
"Honest to God, Abby, I just don't see where you got such a little potty mouth! I tell you, if my mother ever heard me talk like that..." Rolling here eyes, Abby easily managed to block out her mothers never ending rant. But of course, Trevor instantly latched onto the little piece of defiance and amplified it ten fold.
"Mooommmyy! Abby's not listening to you at all! Why does she always have to be so bad mommy, why?" Trevor questioned in faux sad tone, eyes wide with a innocent look that had years of perfection going for it. Anger flared though the young girls body, feeling hot blood rush to her face.
"Why you loud mouth little piece of sh-!" She stared.
"Abigale Gene...!" Her mother warned loudly. Scowling fiercely, she crossed her arms tight against her chest and sank into the leather seat.
Silent for the entire loud conversation, her dad finally chose to speak up, his voice soft and complaint as always. "Abby... maybe you should work on not swearing so much sweetheart. You know how it upsets your mother and brother." He finished, looking at her in the mirror.
Letting out a loud sigh, she just nodded, "Fine dad..." she mumbled out in resign.
"It certainly took you long enough to step up, Stewart." Her mother scolded the older man lightly.
Letting out a loud sigh, he just shook his head, "She's just a teenager Beatrice, calm yourself, please." and looked forward once again.
They spent the last ten minuets of their drive in a tensely moody silence, and you can't even begin to comprehend how delighted Abby was she finally saw her aunt Sharron's house come into eye-shot.
Sharron was, to put it mildly, loaded. She and her girlfriend Ronnie worked in the entertainment business. To be exact, professional mediums. And none of the phony crystal ball, Yannie preaching hacks you see on TV at 3:00A.M in the morning.
They we're full blow physics. Like, talk to your dead relatives, foresee your future in graphic detail mediums. Their predictions and séances were so accurate that people came from all over to see them.
Abby loved her aunt dearly. When she was little Aunt Sharron would always let Abby sit on her lap during and read her old fairytale about other worlds filled magic. Mom, being the full-blooded Catholic she was, did not share the same adoration of my aunt and her life style as I did.
"Ridiculous! A grown woman dabbling in such dark and sinful things!" She had declared.
She doesn't remember a lot about her childhood, being that it had been a long time since she had been that little girl, but she did remember one thing clearly.
Desiree.
Ahhhh Desiree... She had to have been the best.
Aunt Sharron and Desiree had gone out for years and though Abby remembered little about her, she knew that she had liked her a lot. At least thats what her parents say. "Your aunts would get so flustered when you would call Ronnie 'Desiree'!" Her mother had chortled out, "It took you ages to finally get it right!"
That really surprised Abby, considering her feelings about Ronnie, that she would have actually continued to call her by the name of someone she had actually, well, liked. It wasn't anything personal, but Abby had just never really liked her aunts long standing girlfriend...
Okay, maybe it was a little personal.
It's just that she always seemed so... false? Constantly pushing her hyped up enthusiasm so hard onto people and sometimes tended to slip in a little passive aggressiveness at random moments. Abby and Ronny had never really been that close, per say, but that woman sure as hell tried to make up for that.
Wanna know why? Because she had this annoying habit of constantly touching Abby. Well, touching anybody in general really. Weather it be hugs, pats, rubs. Abby shivered a little in horror. Oh God, the rubs! Ronny seemed to be under the allusion that her family enjoyed the constant touching.
Because hey, who doesn't like a good sneak-attack neck massage from someone they barely ever saw! You see, Abby and her family lived in Chicago and her fathers entire side of the family lived all the way over in Kansas City.
So one can only imagine why it would be a fairly infrequent visit between the two family's, right? That and mom's constant ranting. "Oh Stewart your family is absolutely out to get me!" She often ranted to dad. "They just think their so much better then my family because they make soooooo much more money! It's disgusting!" She would rave.
Personally? Abby just thinks she's paranoid. Really, really paranoid. Sure, she often caught whiff of that slightly tart vibe that often ran throughout our rare family get together, but she highly doubts that dad's family just sits around chattering about how poor Stewart's family is and how much they pity him.
Dad drove up the curved, fine cemented drive way and pulled to a stop behind Ronny's jet black Porsche. Quickly grabbing her backpack, she jumped out of the painfully suffocating SUV -you see the irony to, right?- Abby rushed up quickly too the front door.
"Oh, blasted all! Abby, come help us with the luggage!" He mother shouted after her, but Abby pretended not to hear.
Knock, knock, knock! The young girl stared excitedly up at the large oak door, watching as the large, golden looped knocker slam once more against the hard wood before coming to a rest. Abby felt her glee heighten when she heard shuffling barely from behind the thick wood and started to squirm.
She couldn't wait to see Aunt Sharron again! Abby thought happily to herself.
Creeeeeeeeeeeeeek! The doors swung open and- Oh cra-ahhhhhhh! Abby let out a shriek of suprise when Ronny was suffocating her in an unbelievably tight hug.
"Ohhh my gosh! Abby you've gotten so big! And aren't you the prettiest little thing alive? I could just eat you up!" She grimaced a little at that and almost cried in relief when a soft chuckle came from inside.
Walking out from behind her partner, aunt Shannon smiled sweetly down at her, "Oh Ronnie, quit smothering the poor thing. She's been in that stuffy beast for almost eight hours straight."
The woman currently restricting her breathing hesitantly let go and gave her an awkward smile, "I'll just go tell the others you all are here." and shuffled off into the large Victorian house.
Leading them into the living room, Sharron smiled down sweetly at all of us. "It's so wonderful to see you all again! It has been far to long since we've all been together and me and Ronny have missed you terribly!"
She smiled happily up at her aunt, "We missed you to aunt Sharron!" Abby and Trevor boasted out, delighted with the fact that they finally got to see their long since seen aunt.
Aunt Sharron looked down at her with a smile, looking like she was about to say something. But when her eyes met hers and her brothers, her expression blanked completely.
"S-Sharron? What's the matter?" My mother questioned in confusion at her sudden silence. Dad was about to speak when a loud gasp abruptly erupted from my aunt and she jerked forward grabbing both me and my brother tightly by the arms.
"Two will come and one will go! One will live a lonely life, and one will suffer without a soul!" My mother and father gasped in shock, but it was Abby and her brother that we're most terrified. What the heck was she talking about? Why was she saying these things?
Abby had no answer, and she felt her stomach knot violently as the woman went on.
Her voice seemed to overlap its self, echoing in a dry, raspy one. But the most frightening thing was her eyes...
They we're wide with fear, but the most disconcerting thing of all was that her aunts once deep brown eyes were now a bright, electric blue.
"These two will suffer, it's oh so sad! With only two brothers to help drive them mad!" Abby's eyes went impossibly wide at that. Two brothers? Who the hell was she talking about?
"Beware the keeper of the souls! For he will send you to the coals..." Sharron finished woefully. And the scariest thing of all?
That she was looking her dead in the eyes.
"I can't believe your sister! How dare she frighten my children with such an awfully morbid little poem!" My mother whisper-shouted at my helpless father.
"Honey it's not my fault! My sister has always been a bit... off. Please just let it go!" But sadly, that wasn't my mother. She continued to vent her negative feelings onto her poor father and just watched in silent turmoil.
Why had her aunt said those things to her and Trevor? What the heck did she mean 'Beware the keeper of the souls?' and why was she looking at her? Abby let out a frustrated groan, and shook her head fiercely. Deciding to store all the confusing thoughts and query's for later, she started to look around the room solemnly.
They were due to be eating in about a half and hour and it honest to God couldn't get here quick enough. Do you have any idea how awkward it is to have to sit in a room and be forced to socialize with people who live in a different class, much less state? Now Abby's not saying that their poor but they sure as hell aren't as rich as her uncle Lenny or aunt Beth.
She couldn't remember but Abby was pretty sure that they both were currently in charge of their own companies. And the worst of all? Cousins. Snooty, spoiled rich kids who think their to good to talk to you. Her uncle Lenny's kids -Alisa and Kathrine- were fairly good examples.
Alisa hadn't even bother to look up from her stupid little Nintendo DS Light to say hi, though Kathrine was a little better, who was about to be heading off college.
But its just that she's so damn quiet and awkward that you we're lucky if you manged to get an intelligible answer out of her to anything.
And then there was Sandra and Johnathan.
They we're my uncle Arther and aunt Candy's kids, and sadly, they were pretty damn perfect to. Sandra had actually gotten pretty damn hot since the last time she had saw her. After loosing all her baby fat she had ended up with a pretty impressive body that most girls would kill for.
Abby didn't know to much about what she did though. She thinks she heard somewhere that she was working at a golf course or something... Though none the less smart, nicely educated, and of course, loaded. Gotta love those rich parents.
Oh and how could I forget, the shining star of us all, Johnathan.
Bastard...
He was sickeningly perfect to any outside person looking in. Deviously handsome, ridiculously smart, charming and funny, and but of course, loaded to the fricken brim with a good college fund. He was most likely going to end up being the next huge contributer to future generations.
And the worst of it all?
He works at a Bible Camp! That's right, he's a bible thumper to! He not only is smart, handsome, and charming but religious to! What's next? Is he going to work at a soup kitchen and read to blind children with cancer?
They make movies out of guys like him! And you know what I got stuck with? An eleven year old evil mastermind that still uses the word mommy.
Why does God hate me?
Letting out a loud sigh, she started to look dully around the quiet room when suddenly an idea struck her. Smile spreading across her face, she remembered that her aunt had a computer! And thank the Lord that she knew a sight where she could catch up on her most recent episode of her absolute favorite TV show.
Supernatural!
She cursed that fact that she hadn't been able to have been keeping up with them better lately. But her little butthole of a brother seemed to have thought it would be hysterical to tell their mother that she was, 'Watching evil devil shows!' Least to say, Supernatural was no longer allowed under that household.
Abby could have wrung his little neck then and there in mom hadn't been in ear shot.
She'd done her best to catch up on the most recent episodes on her laptop but that little virus Trever had been constantly monitoring her every move. Just waiting for her to slip up... Well Abby wouldn't stand for it.
Supernatural was by far her most favorite show ever and she would be damned before she let that little ass-hat control what she did and did not watch!
Waiting until everyone wasn't paying attention before grabbing her backpack and sneaking up from her spot and slinking up the stairs to their computer room. She didn't hear the sound of soft pattering feet behind her.
Pushing open the old door, she walked into the familiar old room and sat down at Sharron's computer, quickly booting it up and typing in the sites address. Typing the shows name into the search bar, Abby hit enter. Clicking the link she easily loaded up the page and clicked on her episode.
Live Free or Twihard. Abby smirked at the name, hardly able to contain her excitement at how fun it was going to watch Sam and Dean kill some vamps! Clicking the link and bringing the screen to the video, it took a minuet to buffer up before starting.
Letting herself relax back against the comfy chair, Abby only slightly noticed the strange scent of lilac's that waifed up into her nostrils. A girl had just started to narrate on the screen when a sudden, 'AHA! GOT YOU!' erupted from behind her.
Abby was so startled that she jerked to the side and fell out of the rolling chair directly onto her stomach. Trevor's loud laughter roared from above her, and he gasped out, "Oh my God! You should have seen your face! Mom is soooooooo gonna kill you when she figures out that I caught you watching this show again!" She lept to her feet.
"You little maggot! You scared the hell out of me!" She shouted at the hysterical younger boy. His face instantly took on an indignant scowl.
"I'm telling mom that you called me maggot and said hell!" He shouted back. She ground her teeth together to keep from strangling him. "Oh yea? Well you just said it to!" She informed him in a pissy tone.
He smirked a little at that, "Oh yea? And who do you think she's gonna believe? Me? Or yo..." He trailed off, eyes growing painfully large with fear and confusion.
Bemused by his expression, she demanded, "What is it twerp? What the hell are you ogling at?" He didn't answer, just continued to stare in fear at something behind her.
An eerie lavender glow suddenly light up the wall and his fear-fear filled face. She spun around, and her mouth dropped in sheer shock at what she saw. The computer was... g-glowing!
Like, full on neon glowing! The smell of lilac was suddenly overwhelming and fear erupted throughout her entire being. A small, shaking body was thrust into her side and she looked down startled at the small boy, violently shaking boy molded up against her side.
"W-What's going on!" Trevor sobbed out loudly. Abby just shook her head, trying to pull him out of the bright room but finding herself and him unable to move. Taking a dry gulp, she clutched her baby brother close, an unbelievable protectiveness suddenly erupting in her. The fight just moments ago completely forgotten.
"D-Don't worry shrimp, everything g-gonna be alright." She choked out in an attempt to sooth him. He nodded in total trust before burying his face completely into her side. Clutching her little brother closer, she squeezed her eyes shut brightly and buried her face in his short, dark brown hair.
"Don't worry Trev... Everything is gonna b-be alright..." she mumbled out as the light grew brighter and brighter, hotter and hotter.
And with a bright, white hot flash of purple, they were gone.
And there it is! Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of my new fic :) Could have aunt Sharron have meant? Was it a vision? Or something much darker? What will become of Abby and Trevor? Tune in next chapter and find out! And don't forget to R&R I would love your feedback! :3