Remembering
It has been months since James tried to kill me, two years since Charlie, Renee, and Phil were murdered. Now Victoria is trying to kill me.
"Just great first James and now Victoria, what else could go wrong!"
All of a sudden thunder rumbled and huge droplets of water fell from the sky, "Damn, I shouldn't have said that," and ran from the meadow.
I was completely soaked by the time I got to the truck; I got inside and turned on the radio. "Let the Flames Begin" by Paramore blared on as I tried to warm my hands as much as possible. When they were warm enough I backed out of the road and drove home.
When I was in the driveway I looked at the spot where Charlie used to park and memories flooded back, I pushed them to the back of my mind and ran to the door. I looked for my keys, "Where are they?" Still in the car genius. "Shut up," I told myself, starting to get irritated. I ran to the car and looked for the keys, a minute later I found the keys under the driver's seat, how they got there, I have no idea.
I ran to the door and opened it, took off my shoes and closed the door and locked it. I ran to my room, got my towel, and took a shower. I got dresses and got into bed, but couldn't sleep.
The house seems so empty without Charlie. Why did Victoria and James have to pick this house of all houses? Why? I asked myself the question that had haunted me since my parents and stepfather's death. I'm a cruel person; I shouldn't think that, I wouldn't wish this on the most selfish person in the world.
When I finally went to sleep, the nightmare began: We heard the front door burst open and Charlie signaled me to hide in the cabinet, I ran and hid in the kitchen cabinet, then I noticed there was a hole in which I could watch what was happening. When I saw through the hole I saw two of the most beautiful people in the world, "Knock, knock" they said in the most beautiful and lyrical of voices. But there was something about them something that reeked evil and danger. In a blink of an eye they attacked. The red haired woman went after Charlie and the man went after Renee. There was a brief scuffle but they were overpowered easily. Charlie and Renee were tied and gagged in less than a second and Phil another second later. They laughed and toyed with them cutting them in the neck, shoulders and every exposed part of their skin. As their blood flowed on and to the linoleum the red haired woman looked at the blood with deep unfathomable hunger, "James, I can't stand it any longer, I have to drink." The man, James, said, "Calm down Victoria, let's play a little more then you can drink to your heart's content." The woman, Victoria, looked at the blood a moment longer and smiled, "Ok sweetie, let's have more fun with these humans." I was frozen and couldn't look away as they tortured my parents, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but fear and the knot in my throat prevented me from uttering a sound. By the time they finished there were bruises and cuts on every visible part on their bodies. "Ladies first, my dear" suddenly Victoria bit Charlie on the neck and started drinking this blood. "NO!" I screamed in my head as I realized they were vampires, "No, no, no" I repeated over and over in my head. Then James went to Renee pulled her head back as a horrified Phil and I watched, he sank his teeth in her neck, and a droplet of blood coursed down her chin and disappeared in the V of her sweater. When James was finished he turned to Phil and laughed "The fool didn't even remain conscious, do you want to share him or do you want him all your own." "Let's share" Victoria replied. They surrounded Phil and I couldn't see what they we doing, but from their gulping noises I know what they were doing, they were sucking every drop of blood from him. When they were finished they stared at their surroundings, laughed mockingly, and left.
I woke up with a scream echoing in my soul and drenched in cold sweat. I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.
The next day I went through the motions of living as memories, to long repressed, haunted me.
When it was finally time to sleep, I took a shower, and went to bed.
I woke up when I heard a loud crash; I put on my robe and ran down the stairs. (Almost tripping on the bottom step) went to the kitchen. I stared horrified and screamed.
