Sam seemed to notice our little exchange. He glared at the boy, nudging me.
But he was to busy going back to criticizing Sam. It was like I wasn't there anymore. Jackass.
"Take this." He thrust something into Sam's hands. I looked over his shoulder to the front page. 'Vampires Everywhere'?
"We don't like horror comics." I stated simply. Sam handed the comic back, praising me by the nod of his head.
I admit, I was a little bitchy, but when you have moments like that, you don't just ignore the person afterwards!
"You'll like this one Mr and Miss Phoenix." He put the comic into my hands this time. "It could save your life." I snorted, and the two looked over at me.
"I highly doubt that we'll live from reading a vampire comic. Come on Sammy. Let's go find Mike."
"Come on, she's stiffed ya." Sam laughed, hitting Mike on the back. It seemed his mystery girl had a boyfriend.
"Tough luck Mikey." I chortled. I wandered to mom, with Sam on my trail. The weird thing was, I could have sworn I heard screaming.
I was staying at home the next night. Sam was sitting on my bed, and we had all our comics spread out. I wasn't feeling to good, so I had decided to stay. Sam being the loving brother he is, decided he'd stay with me.
"Grandpa and I went back into town today." Sam was flicking through a Superman comic, while my Flash comics scattered around me, not really reading just the one.
"Oh yeah? What'd you do?" I absentmindedly flicked through the comic.
"I went back into the comic shop. Those two guys were there. I ended up taking the comic. Guys number was on the back."
"So, those two gave you there numbers? When's your date then?" I teased. Secretly, on the inside, I was jumping up and down like a kangaroo. I could easily get my hands on the comic, get there number and maybe there names.
Who am I kidding? The way that they were looking at me, bandanna in particular, I don't stand a chance.
Looking over at Sam, he had the vampire comic out. He looked to be really enjoying it.
"Ten 'o clock. Lights out. Did you two do your teeth." waltzing into the room, mom put some clothes in our wardrobe. Sam made a noise indicating yes to her question.
"Yeah." I answered, putting my comics in the storage box under my bed.
"Okay, night night sweethearts."
"Mom." Sam shouted out, pointing to the closet. Another opposite we have. He thinks things will be in the closet. Sixteen and still thinks of monsters hiding under the bed...
"Oh. Sorry. You know I can never sleep with the closet door open either." She shut the door. "Not even a crack. Sam, Alice, this is a hard thing to admit. But I think one of the reasons I divorced your father, was because he never believed in the closet monster." An evil laugh sounded from the door way.
Grandpa stood there in his pyjamas and a rootbeer in hand. I laughed slightly.
"Dad. You shouldn't sneak up on people like that."
"But when he does it's hilarious ma." Grandpa smiled at me, his yellowing teeth showing.
"Well, I just thought about dressing up the room. How'd ya like that huh?" A stuffed beaver was in front of our faces. It was very creepy.
"Thanks Grandpa." Sam was lying through his teeth. He didn't like it. I was glaring at an inanimate object. Something I never thought I'd do.
"Oh dad, really you shouldn't have." Mom's distaste for the creature was written clearly on her face.
"Yep. There's more where he come from. Night Sam. Night Alice." Grandpa placed the beaver between our beds. Oh lord.
"Night grandpa." We were in unison, which happened at times.
"Lights out." Mom kept glancing at the creature, moving forward to us.
"As soon as I finish this comic, OK?"
"Okay. Night night honeys."
"Night ma." I said, settling down with Ice curled up next to me. He was snoring softly.
"Your history buddy." Sam climbed out of the bed after mom left, grabbing the beaver and stuffing it in the wardrobe. I grabbed his comic while he was preoccupied.
'Frog Brothers, Edgar and Alan' was written clearly above the barcode.
"How about some Windex granpa?" What had I walked into? Grandpa was putting it on... I worry about the sanity of my family.
"Big date tonight grandpa?" Mike looked bad. Sunglasses on at night? Was he ill?
"Yeah. Gonna try my moves with the widow Johnson." He was excited, that was what I could tell. A sadistic grin stretched across Michael's face.
"What'd you stuff for her? Mr Johnson?"
"Michael!" I seethed. He had no right to say that. Grandpa left in a hurry. "That wasn't funny." The smile was wiped off his face instantly.
"I'm gonna make you a sandwich." Sam said, finishing mine and handing it to me.
"Don't bother."
"Lose the earring Michael. It's not you. Definitely not you."
"Actually, I think it suits him quite well. He looks like a fish on a line." I didn't mean for it to come out as an insult, but it did actually look like a fishing hook got caught in his ear. He glared at me.
"Piss off." Grumpy...
"No, all you do is give attitude lately. You been watching to much Dynasty Blood?"
A wind swept through the open windows, roars of engines following. Nanook barked, shielding himself and Ice, who cowered into his father.
Pans clashed together in a frenzy, only adding to the headache I was accumulating.
Whoever it was, was circling the house. The living room was as bad as the kitchen, the blinds going bonkers. As much as I hate to admit it, Sam and I were huddled together, shaking.
"Mike don't!" I yelled as he started forward, towards the door. Sam and I continuously shouted for him to stop, but it was like he turned deaf.
The strangest thing was, when he opened the door. Everything stopped. Not a light, bike or noise in sight or hearing range.
"What's going on Mike?"
"Go take a bath." And that's what Sam did. I stayed put.
"What's wrong? Is it that girl? Mike she's not worth-"
"She is worth it! I love her! Just get off my back! Why are you such a stupid sister?" Mike exploded. I did the one thing I never thought I'd do to my brother. I slapped him. Hard. The noise ricocheted around the room, causing Ice to whimper. I glared at Michael before turning on my heel and storming up the stairs, Ice in my arms.
"Sam? Sam! What happened?" I pounded on the bathroom door. I'd heard Nanook savagely bark, before a thud down the stairs. Sam's head peeked out the bathroom.
"I don't know. Mike? Michael you there?" Sam shouted down the stairs, while I grabbed my baseball bat. We walked down slowly. "Nanook?" We could hear breathing from the shadowed part of the room. Sam flicked the light on.
"Michael! What happened?" I ran over, the bat falling to the floor carelessly.
"Nanook."
"What about Nanook? What did you do to my dog you asshole?!"
"Sam." I ground out, trying to stop Mikes hand with his shirt.
"Nothing Sam. He bit me. This is my blood." Nanook trotted in from the other room, going straight to Sam.
"Why'd he bite you though Mike? You must of done something." Sam petted Nanook. Mike sighed to me, looking my way, then at Sam.
"He was protecting you two."
"Your reflection in the mirror." Sam looked behind us, and I swiveled round. There, right in front of me, was Michael's reflection. Except it wasn't all there. It was like he was a ghost. You could see through him, but make out where he was.
"You're a creature of the night Michael. Just like out of a comic book." Sam and I bounded up the stairs. Was Sam right? Was Michael really a vampire?
