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Wacko Family (2)
The plane trip had passed rather quickly, due in large part to me drifting in and out of sleep for the entire ride. The aircon was way too cold and on one side of me I had an overwieght person, and on the other side of me I had a person that looked serisouly fake but unfortunatly no plastic surgery could fix her breath and the smell that seemed to come off of her in waves, making me gag everytime she would move. But all in all I manged to find much needed rest.
For the past few nights my Gran had been sleeping on the couch so she could keep an eye on me while I had to pack my things. I couldn't bring myself to clean up the rest of the house but Gran had just told me that she would ask the lady at the retirement home (where she usually stayed) if she could come in and cover everything over with some sheets. So that in two when I turned eighteen I could move back in to the house.
I sighed as I exited the plane and I slowly made my way through the thick crowds to where I could get my lugage. I didn't pack much, just enough clothes for all weather and enough money to last me so I wouldn't be living off of my Aunt and Uncle until I found a job.
I watched the moving crowds for any sign of my family. Though I had know clue what they looked like, I hadn't seen them for years! While I was scanning the crowds I almost missed my polka dot suitcase and purple duffle bag, but thankfully I snagged my suitcase just in time. Completely missing my duffel bag when I reached out for it. I huffed as I stood back and waited for it to come back around.
That was until I saw a blond haired boy pick up my bag and begin to make his way over to me.
"Here you go," he said in a deep voice as he passed me my bag.
"Thanks," I said shyly as I placed it on the ground beside my feet.
"Wanna get out of here?" he asked me.
"Oh, no that's ok. I'm actually waiting for my Aunt and Uncle and my cousin's, they're going to be here any minute," I said scanning the crowds again. I heard a deep laugh from coming from the boy nex to me, I turned and glared at him. "What's so funny?" I snapped.
"Well, Skylar, my name is Edgar Frog, and I'm almost certain that you're my cousin," he said as he leant down to gather up my duffel bag. "Now, let's go before the taxi leaves," he called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowds.
I felt the heat raise in my cheeks and I quickly made my way after him dragging my lugage behind me. It wasn't long before we had made it out of the busy airport and into the night. It was humid and I instantly regretted wearing jeans. I followed after Edgar who was only about ten paces in front of me now.
"Can you slow down?" I asked breathlessly.
"Can you hurry up?" Edgar said without turning to look back at me. I glared into the back of his head until he opened the boot of a taxi and took the suitcase off of me and paced it in before adding my other bag. He then walked over and got in the taxi.
I sighed and followed in behind him.
The drive was long and slow, and no one uttered a single word. Honestly these days, the louder things were the better it was. In this silence it gave my mind to much time to wonder and it usually made me feel sick from thinking things over to much. Thinking about things that were done and dusted. Things that were entirely out of my control, but I thought about them, all the time. Like how maybe if I had just remembered to ask my mother if she had needed anything from the shops while I had been there earlier that day. And the little petty things like if I hadn't have dyed my natural blond hair brown would I be more pretty.
It was all these stupid little petty things that made me feel sick, and it was the big things in my life that I didn't have control over the made me so sad. And gave me a head ache.
I rested my head against the cool glass of the window and gazed out as the light that brightened the streets slid past the window smoothly.
I wasn't entirely sure when I had dozed off but next thing I knew a pair of muscular arms were carying me bridal style threw what seemed to be a comic book store, it was thick with smoke and there was all sorts of shouting and laughing pouring in from outside. I was taken out the back of the store and plopped on an old couch before Edgar walked back out leaving me in someone's shop.
I sat up and looked around. I almost had a heart attack when I saw two older people sitting in the corner, completely doped out to the point where they were passed out and leaning all over each other.
A grunt from the door made my head snap around, Edgar was standing at the doorway with another boy with him. I would assume that it was my other cousin, Alan Frog. He had tan skin and dark hair, he was quite tall and not as built as what his brother was but never the less, he still had some muscle.
"Skylar, follow us," Edgar said and began to make his way up a spiral staircase carrying my suitcase up as he went. I looked to Alan and waited for him to follow after his brother, instead he gestured for me to go up first, then he trailed after me with my duffel bag.
When we got upstairs there was a decent sized opening with a couch and and a TV. On one of the walls there was a large bench with cupboards, a sink and a fridge next to it. I guessed that it was meant to be the 'kitchen'...if you could call it that.
The boys didn't stop to show me around they just kept walking through the small area until they came to a long hall way, there were about six doors that I assumed lead to the bedrooms. As we walked I got told what rooms belong to who. Mr and Mrs Frog were the first one on the left; Edgar had the first one on the right; Alan was the second on the left; and my room was next to his. Then across from my room was a spare bedroom, and across from Alan was the bathroom. The boys disposed of my things in my new room and then I was ushered out of back to the lounge room.
I sat on the couch and watched with Alan as Edgar began take out three packets of two minute noodles. (A/N I'm not sure if there are 2 minute noodles in America?)
"So Skylar, how are you doing?" Alan asked. Instantly my temper flared, I was so sick to death of people asking me if I was alright, no I wasn't all-freaking-right! Instead I just put on a small sad smile and gave him a slight nod.
Alan was about to open his mouth to say something else when Edgar came over and placed a bowl in front of both of us and quickly retreaved his own off of the bench before coming to sit on the floor facing us.
"Skylar...Do you believe in vampires?" Edgar asked very seriously. It struck a nerve when he asked this.
Flashback
"Hey girlie, it's a bit late for you to be out ain't it?" I flashed around to see a drunken man, he had to be about thirty or more. He was standing about five feet away from me and I could still smell Vodka and the smell of pot all over him. It was enough to make me want to gag.
"Yeah it is, in fact my parents will be here in a few to take me home," I said, although my parents where far from coming to get me. I wasn't due to be home for another hour. He didn't have to know that. Trying to act casual I walked out of the darkness and over to the corner where the street light lit up most of the place. Anyone could see me from here.
"Well sweetheart, why don't me and you have some fun until your parents get here. What do ya say?" the man slurred while walking up to me.
I backed up a few paces wanting as much space between me and the creeper as possible. The man was having none of that. He stumbled forward and grabbed onto my arm. I tried to pull out of his grasp but he was way to strong, even while he was drunk.
"Let go of me!" I yelled. "Help! Please help me!" I cried out looking around for someone in the darkness to help me get away from this pervert.
"Nah, baby there's no one out there for you. So give yourself to me," he murmured.
"No, get off of me," I said as tears started dripping out of my eyes. He just shook his head with an evil glint in his eyes, as if he got off on seeing a young girl cry. It was absolutely disgusting.
"I do believe that the girl told you to get off of her," a voice like velvet called mencingly from somewhere close behind me. "Now, get off of her before I rip your thoat out," he hissed. Apparently the words of the man had meant something. The man who had been trying to grope me before instantly sobered up and took about twenty quick steps away from me, while visibly shaking.
"Just tryin to have some fun man," he rushed before turning on his heal and tearing out of the light and back into the darkness. A large body brushed past me quickly and went after the man.
I by myself again. I pulled out my phone and was about to call home to get someone to come and pick me up when agonising screams of a man tore through the darkness. I screamed and backed out of the light my back pressed up against the brick wall behind me and I sunk to the floor. Sobs racked my body and I felt someone lean down next to me.
I couldn't bring myself to look up afraid to see the drunk man. "Are you ok angel?" as soon as the words were said I knew that it wasn't the other man.
"Yeah, thanks so much," I said finally looking up. When I did I didn't see the face of my hero, only the blood that covered his mouth and dripped down his neck and chest.
End Flashback.
"Skylar? Hey, anwser my question. Do you believe in vampires?" Edgar asked again clicking his fingers in my face. I shot my hand up and caught his fingers mid-click.
"No, I don't believe in vampires. Do you?" I asked looking at both of them.
They shared a look. "We do. We fight for truth, justice," Alan said before Edgar cut in.
"And the American way," Edgar finished. "We hunt the night crawlers. We have noticed that Santa Carla is becoming more and more populated with what you think of as 'mythical creatures'. But Alan and I know that they are more than real," Edgar said. I knew for a fact that he was being honest, but I just nodded. If I didn't already believe I would think that this family was completely wako!
Honestly, they were two teen boys who who believed in vampires and hunted them! Not to mention there parents, the house smelled of dope so baddly that I swear there must always be a joint lit.
"Yeah right, well, thanks for the food... Do you want me to wash up?" I offered but Edgar just shook his head and took my bowl and Alan's and took them up to the bench and started running a sink. "Ok...well, I'm going to head to bed, night guys," I said. Edgar grunted in responce but Alan actually said good night like a normal person.
I went into the room where I was meant to be sleeping. I kicked off my shoes and snuggled under the already prepared bed and was out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
