La Segre Hermanas: Esconder

Chapter One

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Sam was walking the streets of Amity park, she was reminiscing of days long gone. The days when there has been three of them; her, Tucker… and Danny. Then Danny had disappeared, it was three months before they found his note. Sam didn't want to believe it… couldn't believe it.

Jazz handed Sam the note and faintly sat down, she was white. Sam read the piece of faded paper and dropped it, staggering back. Maddie and Jack ran in and stared at the note that was lying on the floor.

"What is it?" Maddie asked, alarmed. Jack picked up the note and read it aloud.

"Dear Mum, Dad, Jazz, Tucker and Sam. I am running away because I do not want you to get hurt when I die of ectoplasm contamination. The accident last week has poisoned me and I do not want to see your pain. Love, Danny."

He stared at it blankly, "is this a bad thing?"

She often repeated it in her head, again and again; 'Danny's dead, Danny is dead." Never quite believing her own words. Still, fours years later, the now eighteen year old couldn't believe it.

Unbeknownst to her a pair of glowing green eyes watched her with a maniacal possessive lust, as Samantha Manson walked on.

Jasmine Fenton gathered her notes as students trickled out of the hall. Her lecture on the Psychology of Ghosts had been a success. Soon before Danny's note had been found ghosts had begun overrunning Amity Park. Awareness was raised and her theories became more and ore popular.

Jazz was now a student teacher in her final year of college doing lectures on the combined subjects of Psychology and Paranormal studies. A young woman approached her shyly; she had beautiful hair, Jazz noticed, a sort of Red-Gold.

"Excuse me Miss," she said politely "I'm doing a project on your family, their such legends nowadays." Jazz smiled, but it was a pained smile, her parents' research into the paranormal was spectacular.

"I was wondering if we might have a private chat. I'm particularly interested in a… Daniel, I think."

Jazz slowly shook her head, "I'm sorry, maybe another time, that's still a painful subject."

"Not that I need to talk to you, I already know," Venetia smiled slyly. "Ecto-plasmic poisoning, it's now your greatest fear isn't it? Top die like Danny did."

Jazz took a step back "I've never told anyone that; how did you know that?"

"I know everything about you Jasmine Fenton. Everything about you, and Madelaine, and Jack… and Danny." Jazz took another step back.

"Who are you?"

"We bring a message for you Jasmine," another woman said behind her, Jazz spun around.

"Hello Jasmine," Honor said quietly.

"Who are you?" Jazz asked nervously, she was terrified. Honor gracefully inclined her head.

"I have a message for you, from Danny."

"Danny's dead, are you a ghost?" Honor smiled eerily.

"I am a ghost, but why do you think Daniel Fenton is dead? You know nothing."

"What's this message?" Jazz asked sharply.

"It's from your brother, he wants you to know that he is back, and he is watching you…"

Tucker angrily stormed down the stairs and kicked a crate. "Kwan, get back up here!" He was an employee of the Nasty Burger and had been sent to fetch a lagging fellow worker, "Kwan!" There was a startled scuffle and a slurping sound. "Kwan?"

In the gloom he could vaguely make out Kwan's motionless body and the figure bending over him, apparently drinking his blood. Tucker stumbled back and fell over the lower stair. "Wha… what's going on? Is this Dash's joke?"

The figure straightened up and beautiful lips curved into a smile beneath a dark hood. Blood dribbled out of the side of her mouth, Tucker scrambled back. "This isn't a joke is it?" Unity shook her head and advanced on him. The cellar door slammed shut and fear pressed down on the African American boy.

"What are you doing?" He asked, almost whimpering.

Unity grabbed his shoulders and gently pressed him against the wall, moving closer and closer to him, her mouth opening into a snarl. Tucker glimpsed bloodstained fangs and fainted.

Unity let his body slump to the floor and picked up a blood filled metal bucket, leaving Kwan's body to decompose where it lay.

Sam opened the rusty side gate of her massive mansion. She lightly fingered the locket Danny had given her for her fourteenth birthday not noticing when its clasp slipped apart leaving the pendant lying in the mud.

Her dark follower bent down and carefully picked it up and stroked it. He settled himself down and waited. Approximately one hour later Sam came running down the path, examining the ground carefully.

Tucker stumbled up to her as she dropped to her knees and ran her fingers through the mud. "Sam… I saw," he stuttered, she didn't notice.

"Tucker, I lost my locket!"

"What locket?"

"The one Danny gave me that I never take off!"

Neither of them noticed the figure sitting by the gate, and they couldn't, he wasn't visible. Silently he rose and pressed the locket into Sam's hand. She gaped at it. "Something weird is going on."

"I'll say," Tucker agreed "there was a Vampire in the Nasty Burger cellar!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Sam said fastening the locket around her neck.

"I'm serious! Not a cartoon Count Dracula thing but a spooky beautiful blood-sucking murderous Vampire!"

"You're making it up!"

"No I'm not, it killed Kwan!" Sam took a step back.

"This is more than weird.

"I'll say!"

The mysterious figure chuckled to itself.

"Danny's Dead," Jazz said slowly "you know he's dead." Venetia was swinging a rapier, back and forth, Jazz twitched and her eyes kept flitting to it.

"He is watching you," Honor repeated, "and did I mention the fact that if he's angry with you in any way… he may allow us to, give you a little bite." Only then did Jazz notice that both the women had fangs, Honor's were a perfect pearly white, she was a ghost after all. However Venetia's were tipped with brown stains, blood stains.

"Vampires aren't real," she said, not believing it. If ghosts were real, why not Vampires? Venetia made a curious noise, a snarling laugh of sorts. Jazz took one look at the marks on the sword and turned and ran. The sisters watched her go, they were laughing.

Thus ends the first chapter of la Segre Hermanas: Esconder, no Spanish to translate in this chapter… I would like reviews… please… I do have chapters two and three written but they will not be posted until I get at least five reviews to start!