Chapter Two
Voices. Muted at first but growing clearer and louder with each passing second as I regained consciousness.
"I don't know, Edgar!" One voice snapped.
"I don't either!" The other barked back.
I opened my eyes, shielding them from the suddenly bright, attacking light. I hissed, grumbling, "Shit..."
The arguing stopped, and I heard shuffling.
"You're alive!" The first, Alan, stared then glared.
"What happened?" I sat up. I saw I was in a back room of sorts. Boxes, chairs, and other random things cluttered the room.
"You fainted," Edgar narrowed his eyes.
"I did?" I gawked and shook my head. I only fainted when I was severely stressed. I hadn't done that though in years.
"Yeah... and in your sleep, you were talkin' about vampires." Edgar took a step forward.
I felt nervous, "I have nightmares of fictional monsters."
I felt the need not to involve them in this mess. I had to protect them, they were just little kids.
"Who is Corey Feldman?" Alan gripped my wrists, pulling me up.
They were kids, sure, but damn... they were tall.
Edgar looked annoyed at that, I guess he didn't want to be called by something else.
"He's a European actor... He's in a lot of movies based on Jane Austen's novels," I fibbed.
"Jane Austen?" They glanced to each other, mirroring a look of confusion.
"A romance novelist from the 1700s." I smiled, "Ya'know... Sense and Sensibility, Emma, Pride and Prejudice."
They gave each other a look of disgust, I chuckled at their reaction. Boys. Hearing my giggle, Edgar scowled at me.
"Come on, we gotta get back to the shop," he said gruffly, leading us out of the back room and into the store front.
"Thanks for not leaving me on the floor," I smiled appreciatively at them.
"Hm," Alan said.
"You like Batman?" Edgar nodded to my shirt.
"More like, love..." I laughed. I stepped towards the Batman comics and thumbed through them.
I needed to get out of there, but if I rushed out, I was sure I'd cause a scene. Which I didn't want.
"Who's your favorite Robin?" Alan asked.
"Tim Drake," I grinned.
They cast each other a baffled look.
"Who?" Edgar asked, squinting at me.
Oh shit. He came out... when? 1989, 1990?! I couldn't remember. "Sorry... I got confused; I'm still a little woozy," I said, frowning.
They stepped on either side of me, boxing me in as they drilled me with their suspicious stares.
"Why are you feeling woozy?" Alan narrowed his eyes.
They think I'm a vampire. Chances are they'd rather stake me quickly than believe that I was from a different time and world.
"I'm on my period," I lied.
Instantly their eyes bugged, their faces red, and they backpedaled away from me so quickly as if I'd explode at any second.
I would have grinned at this if I wasn't so worried.
"Well... I'll buy these." I waved a handful of Batman, Green Lantern, and Wonder Woman comics. I walked to the counter as Alan rang me up.
"Enjoy..." he narrowed his eyes at me, like he was trying to read my mind.
"Thanks, Alan. It's nice meeting you two," I smiled to Edgar.
Edgar offered a, "Hm." And I left, trying to rush out of the shop casually without just flat out fleeing. No need to have Edgar and Alan trying to stake me while I had to worry about actual vampires.
I sighed, shaking my head. So much rattled around my brain, it ached. I stuck the comics into my bag. I began walking along the Promenade, following once again, the Surf Nazis.
The sun set, its last rays darting across the sky before vanishing completely.
I swallowed hard.
Vampires were real here. I needed to be careful and I really needed to not die.
I recognized Shelly and Greg leading the pack towards the carousel.
...This was when David and the boys were introduced. David flirted with Shelly and Greg got pissed, then the guard stepped in...
The guard was killed.
David and the boys killed the guard.
I was overwhelmed with the urge to make sure that the guard lived.
I quickly bought several tickets, unsure if I even needed tickets to get on the carousel or not.
I didn't. It was one of the free rides in the Boardwalk.
I shivered, feeling nauseous and thrilled at the same time. This guard had a wife, a family... I really didn't know, but I was sure. The woman who hung up the Missing Person posters... she could have been his wife or sister. Either way, he would be missed and I couldn't let him die, not if I could help it.
The carousel was spinning slowly, allowing others to hop on or off. I really was a clumsy kid, so the idea of stepping onto a moving ride- well.. I knew it'd end one of two ways. I'd fall and die or I'd actually make it up there.
I held my breath as I stepped onto the carousel. Sighing, I was relieved I had made it. I meandered around bobbing horses, patrons, and startled myself with my own reflection. I fit in well, wearing clothes that didn't make me stick out like a sore thumb. But the look on my face chilled me.
I looked scared, desperate. I needed to relax, at least look like I was having a good time. I needed to really fit in, if I was walking around looking freaked out.. that would have gained me attention I wasn't ready to deal with.
I continued on my journey and finally, I saw Greg and Shelly. They were sitting on a carriage's bench, surrounded by their gang, Surf Nazi (Surf Nazis?).
I glanced around me and searching for the vampires. They'd have to be making an appearance soon, right?
My eyes continued to scan my moving surroundings, gnawing on my lower lip as my stomach suddenly dropped.
In the crowd, there they were. David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko, glancing around. Probably eyeing possible food sources.
I froze and my heart hammered. These were the antagonists, their leader being Max. What the hell was I supposed to do? I was just one 5'2" girl with fainting spells. I could beat with with a guitar, maybe. Or, perhaps, even paint them up in brilliant colors!
If I had to save everyone they were to kill, I'd have to rest. But no rest for the wicked, the show must go on. I needed to figure out my battle plan.
How was I to save my family from them? Keep Lucy from the video store? But that could let Michael wind up being killed by the boys.. or even Sam. I swallowed thickly, my flesh trembling with sudden stress I never thought I'd have to deal with.
Protecting my new family from vampires.
It stunned me just how attractive they really were. They were all tall, lean and built. Well, anyone compared to me was tall, I'll be honest. The shortest was Marko, and even then I was sure he was at least 5'10".
Up close, I was able to see their outfits. Better than the screen time they had on the movie.
David wore a black, military, pea coat, and another coat beneath that one. It was a dark, denim jacket. Two coats, really? I thought it was supposed to be warm here, but the way he was dressed, it looked like he was expecting winter! A black, ribbed shirt, black leather gloves, and dark pants. Were the pants leather? I wasn't sure. He wore black cowboy boots and silver spurs, yep. All this time I thought he wore just boots, but no... cowboy boots. When did Cowboy Way even come out?
Oh boy. David... where do I begin? His neat, short beard or his crystal blue eyes, his peroxide blonde hair or that mouth? Unf.
Why... why?! Why must villains look this good? Jesus on a bicycle... David was gorgeous; the others were hot, too... But the dominance and the total alpha male air he oozed was just... uh... dare I say it? A turn on..?
Dwayne's flesh had a hint of a dark complexion to it, and I was left wondering if he had a bit of Native American in him. His dark eyes were rimmed with dark lashes, his dark hair was long, a good bit passed his shoulders, and it fell in straight tresses. He wore no shirt beneath his denim coat and boy was he toned... On the right sleeve of his coat, there was cheetah print and on his right wrist, bracelets. He wore jeans and white tennis shoes. Dangling from his left ear, was a long, white fang. He also had a necklace made with a dark cord and little animal skulls. Hm. I wonder how he got those. I take that back, I don't want to wonder or know.
Paul's jeans were light and tight, tucked into tall biker boots. Beneath his long, black, leather coat, he wore a black mesh top that did nothing to hide his well toned physique. The sleeves of his jacket were rolled up, showing off the many bracelets decorating his wrists, over his right shoulder he wore some kind of decorated chain. His eyes were dark blue and he had a seemingly permanent grin on his mouth. His hair was long, light blonde, and was styled in the fashion of what I assumed was considered 'in'. I liked it, but then again I wasn't sure what was hip in the 80s...
Wait... was 'hip' even used then... err- now? No. I think it is 'cool' and 'wicked'... maybe. Shit. I need to pay attention to what people are saying around me.
Marko's coat was a lot cooler in person, on the screen I never really saw what was on it. It was covered with patches of all sorts. Skulls, band logos, women, etc. Just about everything was stitched on it; probably making it quite obvious of what he was a fan of. On the left shoulder of his jacket dangled tassels of blue, red, and yellow. His shirt was a white tank top that was cropped just above his belly button (Uh... he was ripped, too!). He wore black chaps over his jeans and muddy biker boots on his feet. Marko's eyes were bluish green and his hair was blonde, quite curly. In the front was cut short while in the back, it fell to the middle of his back.
Business up front, party in the back. Ah... mullets. I hated mullets, and I hated them even more now that I thought that these four dudes had them and they rocked them. They made mullets look so good. They all had some sort of scruff on their faces, except for Marko. He looked like the baby of the group.. but I was pretty sure he was the second eldest, the first being David.
I had ogled and drooled over them long enough. I turned away before they could catch me staring, no need to draw any form of unwanted attention to me. Now, back to saving the guard.
I stepped closer to Greg and Shelly and made a rash, split-second decision.
"See those guys over there in the leather jackets?" I pointed to a group of young men covered with leather and chains, standing near a cotton candy vendor. Away from David and his boys, and away from the guard.
Greg eyed me from toes to hair and grinned. His buddies smirked wildly at me; there were more than I thought.
Shelly glared at me, "What about 'em?" She snapped.
"They said Surf Nazis was a gang full of chicken shits," I said calmly.
Instantly Greg and his gang flew off of the carousel, red faced, and furious, rushing straight towards the leathered men.
I felt a little guilty, but the people I'd framed were well built, outnumbered Greg and his buddies, and looked quite menacing. Hopefully the guards would break the fight up quickly and no one would really be harmed.
I sighed, letting out a shaky breath. I hoped I had saved the guard, and hoped that the people I'd framed wouldn't be killed.
Something brushed my shoulder and I turned, curiously at what had touched me. Then looked up at..
. . .
He grinned down at me and I was suddenly aware of how tiny I was.
"Hi," he said, grinning. He leaned against the pole I was clinging to and was barely a breath away.
"Hullo..." I managed to whisper.
He snickered and glanced to Paul who now occupied the bench Shelly and Greg were sitting on.
"Nice night," Paul grinned.
Oh, lord! I felt my face heat up as he looked me up and down. I looked towards the sky, smiling a bit, "Sure is." I looked back to Marko, "I like your jacket."
"Thanks," he smirked, and leaned in closer, biting down on his thumb, suppressing another bout of snickering. "I like your pants."
I shifted my weight from my left leg to my right. I realized my pants were probably tighter than Paul's, if that was even possible! I blushed and looked down at my shoes. Shying away from situations was how I handled things, but I realized that that wouldn't work here. I looked back up, searching for some courage.
"Thanks," I managed to whisper.
I glanced to Paul who was grinning rather wickedly, lounging with one leg stretched out across the bench and leaned against the arm of it. Then I looked around the ride, David was leaning against a white horse, staring at me. Dwayne was leaning against the back of the bench, whispering something to Paul.
"I'm Marko," the young looking vampire grinned.
He smelled good. I haven't the slightest idea if vampires bathed or if they even had to bathe... but he smelled good, really good. His breath didn't stink at all and his nails were long but not long to cause questions.
"I'm Mikaela Emerson... Mickey," I smiled.
"Hiya, Mickey," Paul smirked and sat up allowing Dwayne to fall into the seat next to him. "I'm Paul."
Yes, I know. Why was this so awkward? Duh. I make everything awkward. I'm shy and weird and have anxiety problems, I reminded myself.
"Hi, Paul," I waved a little.
"This is Dwayne," Marko gestured towards him.
Dwayne nodded to me, grinning softly.
"And that's David," Paul pointed to said vampire.
Unf.
Why was he looking at me like that? Like I was a midnight snack. Oh, shit.
"Hello, David," I smiled towards him. "Do you guys come to the Boardwalk often?" I decided to ask. If I kept talking maybe they'll like me and not eat me. Or maybe they'll like me and eat me anyway. And I mean eat as in devour not eat as in oral sex.
"Every chance we get," Dwayne grinned, looking out towards the crowd.
"Do you?" Marko asked.
"This is my first time, actually. I just moved here, from Phoenix." I looked from Marko to Paul to Dwayne to David.
David was staring. And I don't mean staring like 'oh, hi there'... I mean staring as in 'hello there, sweet dinner'.
I swallowed and looked back to Marko. Marko and Paul seemed the safest, though if I remember from the beach/hunting scene in the movie, Marko was the most vicious one... tearing the flesh off of the guy's skull.
"How're you liking Santa Carla?" David finally spoke, something dark etching in his tone. He grinned suddenly, looking to the crowd where Greg and his gang and the leather and chains gang were fighting.
"It's certainly different." I chuckled, trying not to let my fear show.
The ride began slowing down, either the turn was over or the fight was getting too close to the carousel, I wasn't sure which one it was. But what I did know was that I was scared and nervous.
Sure, walking to your car in the dark was nerve racking and fear for your life was typical in that aspect. But I never thought I'd be afraid of vampires.
The ride came to a stop and glanced to the boys, they're attention was on the fight. I took my chance and slithered into the crowd.
I use 'slithered' because I twisted and ducked and nearly crawled through the crowd. My muscles trembled as I continued to flee from the the vampires, trying to get far from carousel as I could manage.
A huge part of me wanted to rush to my car and go home, but the little part of me wanted to stay and see if I could find Laddie or Star.
I passed vendors and more vendors. Vendors for food, coats, ear piercing, clothing, art.. You name it, you could buy it. The smell of food was on the air so thickly my stomach twisted into itself. I realized that I was starving. I chewed on my lower lip and stepped up to one selling an assortment of goodies. Instead of buying food-food, I bought dessert food.
"Here's your order, miss," the young, male cashier smiled shyly, handing me my funnel cake and bowl of chocolate ice cream.
"Thank you so much." I grinned, eager to dig in. I passed over the money and he looked at it as if it were a foreign thing.
I walked away and found a picnic table a few feet away, devoid of people. I sat down and grinned wildly, "Ooooh.." I purred.
"Yummy." And with a loud thump! Paul landed roughly in the bench across from me.
I yelped, clapping a hand over my mouth. Seeing who it was, I sighed, sending a glare his way.
"Sorry.." he sang, grinning.
I snorted, shaking my head, "Sure.. sorry.." I chuckled.
"You ran away from us so quickly, we thought you didn't like us." Marko slid onto the bench beside me, pouting.
Oh, shit..
I shook my head, chuckling, "To be honest, I thought I saw someone I knew in the crowd.. I was very mistaken. And when I turned around, I didn't see any familiar faces."
"Who'd you think it was?" Paul tilted his head, something dark danced in his baby blues.
"Um- ..The Widow Johnson? Do you know her?" I glanced from Paul to Marko, gauging their reactions. They faces were blank, a little confused if anything.
"Nope," Marko shook his head. "Is she a friend?"
"Uh.." I winced, "Her and my grampa.. are…"
"Are?" Paul probed, raising his brows.
"Doing the do," I whispered.
A pause before they barked with laughter.
"The what?" Marko laughed around his fist.
"Y'know.. frick frack.. the nasty.. forking.. horizontal tango.. the sex," I said the last one barely a hush over a whisper.
They laughed even harder, "Frick frack?" Paul laughed.
"My favorite is the nasty." Marko grinned wildly, snorting into his hand.
I laughed, blushing. I shrugged, "Want some?" I offered, pushing the large funnel cake into the middle of the picnic table.
"Don't mind if I do." Paul reached over breaking some off and began nibbling on it.
I broke some off and dunked it into my ice cream. This earned very startled stares. Sure, they're the scary vampires that eat people and my diet is frightening.
"Try it." I commanded, pushing the ice cream next to the funnel cake, "I dare you." I said after they just stared at the ice cream, as if it'd bite. After my 'dare', they muttered and tried it.
Dunking the funnel cake into the ice cream then popping it into their mouths. They paused, chewed, and bliss came over their features.
"Wow." They whispered and eagerly dug into the funnel cake and ice cream.
I chuckled, "Just wait.. Soon I'll make you eat deep fried snicker bars and oreos." I grinned at their expressions; a mixture of fear and interest.
"Dwayne!" Paul shouted, "You gotta try this!"
"Seriously, get over here!" Marko shouted and soon Dwayne sat on the other side of Paul.
I smirked as Dwayne squinted at the treats in the center of the table.
"Try it," Marko urged.
"You won't regret it, trust me," Paul chuckled.
I bit at my lower lip as he narrowed his dark eyes at me then to the treats again.
He tentatively broke a bit of the funnel cake off and dunked it in the ice cream and popped the piece into his mouth. He chewed with thought, then nodded, "Wow."
"Right?" Paul nudged Dwayne.
"Who knew?" Marko looked at me, grinning wildly.
I felt safe.. I felt much safer than before, I mean. I guess since I had something interesting to show them, that that had somehow secured my safety. I could only hope that once I had no more to show them, that they'd like me enough to not get bored of me and kill me.
I chuckled, grinning back to Marko.
"There's gonna be live concert night after tomorrow, you goin'?" Paul leaned forward, eating more of the funnel cake and ice cream. He began sucking on his fingers, his eyes taking me in, a suggestive look on his features.
Marko snickered, biting down on his thumb. He was watching me closely, his green-blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
Dwayne, too, was watching me, discreetly. Watching me casually as he took bites off the treats.
I pretended not to notice any of this. Were they sizing me up? Ready to kill me?
The concert.. ? Ah, yes. The well built, sweaty, gyrating man with the saxophone.
"I most certainly am," I smiled. I pulled my hoodie from my messenger bag and shrugged into it, feeling rather chilled. "Are you?" I looked to the boys.
Dwayne bobbed his head and continued eating at the snack.
Paul grinned, flashing his pearly white teeth. "Most certainly," he said teasingly.
I rolled my eyes and pouted.
Marko cackled, "You can't blame us, you talk fancy like that, you're gonna get picked on." The blonde reached over and took the hood of my jacket in his hand, turning it to see the brand inside.
At the movement, I was forced to lean closer towards him. Where he sat, we weren't brushing anything, no elbows or knees, but now… My shoulder was brushing against his chest and his breath tickled my left temple
I grumbled, "I'm not dumbing myself down to fit in." I said giving Marko and Paul a challenging look.
This little action I regretted as the smirks on their faces looked rather dangerous, especially seeing as how closely I now sat beside Marko.
"We wouldn't want a smart girl like yourself to dumb down." David voice covered me like a cold, wet blanket and yet heated me up from toes to hair. He placed a hand in front of me on the table and leaned over me, "Would we boys?"
"Not at all, Mickey.." Marko teased, grinning. He let go of my hood and scootched away from me a bit, while glancing to David.
Paul chuckled, "We were only teasin'.."
Breathe, Mickey, I reminded myself and I took in a breath and sighed it out, "So, this concert.. who is playing?" I ignored the scent that David wafted. It was so good. It filled my nose and I could nearly taste it.
"Tim Cappello," Dwayne spoke up, leaning back and sighed. The funnel cake plate was empty and the ice cream was gone.
I only got one bite. Oh well, I'd pout later.
"I've never heard of him." I chuckled, "Do you think he's any good?" I glanced from Paul to Marko.
"Yep." Paul vigorously nodded, "He's very good."
The conversation turned to music and what they thought was good and what sucked. David's breath tickled my forehead. I risked a glance up and he was just.. staring at me. I swallowed, and blinked and gnawed on my lower lip.
Ah, shit, shouldn't have done that.
He looked at my mouth and tilted his head a bit.
I took a breath to speak, but it wasn't my voice that I heard.
"I wanna go, David," Star said emerging from the crowd and stood at the end of the table.
"You always wanna go when things get good," Paul whined.
Marko snickered into his hand, staring at me.
Star looked at me, worry etched in her face, then to David. I looked to David and he smiled at me and my heart did this stupid little sumersault. I wasn't sure if it was because it was Kiefer Sutherland and he was fine as hell, or if I was just scared as hell.
"Wanna go with us?" David said softly, his breath danced across my face. It didn't stink either, there was a slight coppery scent to it. Like he'd been sucking on pennies.
Blood.
Blood was on his breath. Along with the blood, smoke. But other than that, it didn't smell awful.
The table fell quiet as they waited for my answer.
"Maybe next time. I've got errands to run for my grandfather," I smiled sheepishly. It must be good that they wanted me to go the cave with them.. right? Either very good or very bad..
"We'll hold you to that." David straightened, a proud smirk on his face and he walked to Star. "Well, boys.. let's go," he said, still staring at me.
Paul, Dwayne, and Marko stood and moved away from the picnic table. I stood as well, watching David and Star disappear into the crowd.
Marko walked to me, bowed low, and took my hand in his. "It was so lovely to have met you, dear Mickey," he teased, then kissed my knuckles.
I giggled like fool, I'm not going to lie. I shook my head, my face feeling hot. "It was wonderful to have met you, as well, sir Marko," I said, my voice taking an English accent.
Paul snorted, "See ya, Mick." He winked and walked away.
"Bye-bye, Mickey Mouse," Dwayne teased, his dark eyes twinkling and followed Paul.
Marko turned, then blew a kiss at me and vanished into the crowd.
I laughed again, shaking my head, trying to rid of the blush that stained my face. Vampires that killed and ate people, and I'm blushing over them?! What was wrong with me?
Despite some flirtatious confusion, that went.. surprisingly well. I was on their radar, a little more than what I'd like.. but they seemed to like me. Enough not to eat me, I hoped.
I was running on dumb luck.. or smart luck, lucky either way, really. I began my trek back to Grampa's car when I was hit with a serious hankering for a cigarette.
Oh yes, I smoked, but usually when I was only in stressful situations. But I suppose this really did count as a stressful situation. Trying to protect my new family from old vampires in a new town in the 80s.
Ugh.
I hopped into the car, starting her up, and drove. I meandered for a while, getting to know the city. I easily found the town I didn't want to get lost in.. and promptly got lost in it.
Eventually I got out of the projects and found downtown. Full of people, even at 11 pm.. Actually, that wasn't very late at all.
Before I headed home, I found a gas station. I topped off the car and walked inside. I grabbed a bunch of junk food and sodas, Root Beer and Dr Pepper. I made my way to the counter.. What was the legal age limit to buy cigarettes in the 80s?
I wasn't sure, and there were no signs indicating I had to be 18 or older.
I sighed, but threw on a quick smile, "Hi."
The attendant grunted in reply. He had a blonde mohawk that had blue striped dyed in, a nose ring and black eyeliner.
"Could I also get a pack of Marlboro menthols, please?" I asked, hoping he would just let me pay for them.
Along with the junk food and drinks, I snatched up a handful of BIC lighters.
He grunted and grabbed a pack, ringing it up as well.
"Actually, could you make that two?" I chagrinned.
He narrowed his eyes and grabbed another.
"Thank you." I paid for everything, which came up to around 20 bucks.. Insane! All this for twenty!
With everything in a plastic bag, I made my way to the door, "I love your hair, by the way." I smiled and left, a grunt following me out. What a nice guy.
Within the next ten minutes, I was home.. well, you know what I mean.
I parked in the garage, and made my way inside. Grampa was still in his room of horrors. I stood in the kitchen, setting the drinks in the fridge and dropped the bag of yums on the table.
"Hey, Papa!" I shouted and he walked out.
"What is it, Mick?"
"Candy bar?" I gestured to the goods.
"Oooh.." he hummed and grinned and dug through, "This isn't candy." He narrowed his eyes at me and waved my cigarettes in my face.
"Oh, shit.." I widened my eyes and froze.
"Better not let your momma know, she'll skin you alive." he laughed, grabbing a Hershey and Snickers, "The Hershey's is to keep my silence.. also this.." He grabbed a cold bottle of Root Beer and sat down at the table.
"Thanks for not telling or planning on not telling, I mean." I chuckled, shoving the packs of cigarettes and lighters into my purse.
"Mmmhm." he chuckled around the Snickers. "How was the movie?"
Movie..?
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, "Didn' get lost, did ya?"
Movie? Movie. Movie! Princess Bride!
"Ooh! It was fantastic! My favorite was Spaniard, Inigo Montoya." I smiled, broadly.
He chuckled, "Well, I'm glad you had fun."
Yeah.. fun.
"Well, I'm pretty tired.. so I'm gonna turn in, okay?" I planted a kiss on his forehead.
He snorted, "G'night, Mick."
I rushed up the stairs with my drink and Baby Ruth. I made it to my room, and collapsed on my bed.
I cracked open my Dr Pepper and sighed deeply before chugging half of it. The cold beverage hit my empty stomach and I nearly hurled. I forgot I was starving. I rolled my eyes, sighing.
I had a lot of work to do before passing out, which I really wanted to do.
I felt so… on edge and creeped out.
I quickly blocked off the window, the curtains already there gave me no comfort. So I managed to tack a blanket over it, completely blocking the window.
There, that made me feel a little better.
I tied my hair up in a messy bun and got to work. I grabbed a notebook from the bookshelf in the closet and a pen and plopped back down on my bed. I really needed a desk.
I wrote out the events of the entire movie… Mike sees Star, Sam meets the Frogs, Lucy meets Max, all on the first night! Which was tomorrow! Right?
Sam would get that vampire comic (Vampires All Over? Vampires Everywhere?) from the Frog brothers.. but he wouldn't read it until their next meeting.. Which was two weeks later.
So if I could get that away from him, he would be in this blind. He wouldn't know what was happening. The next time Michael sees Star, he (more or less) befriends David and his buds.. he drinks the wine- blood and becomes a half vampire.
Sam figures out Mike is a half-vamp when he has to pull him in through the window, while he is on the phone with Lucy while she is on a date with Max.
So. If I could keep Mike from floating out of the window, Sam wouldn't panic and startle Lucy and she would stay on her date with Max.
But where would that lead?
The blood-sucking Brady Bunch?
But Grampa knew about vampires. He'd catch on.. But wasn't the Widow Johnson a vampire? Or something like that..?
David was antagonizing Michael, on purpose.. because Star liked Mike and not him. Right? But if David and the boys actually treated Michael.. nicely?
Oh, I don't know.
I grumbled, cupping my face and groaned in annoyance.
I looked to the once blank page now covered with random little sentences that didn't make sense to anyone but me.
I stood and tore out the paper, folding it up and shoving it between the mattress and box spring.
..maybe.
..maybe if I spoke to Max, he could get the boys to befriend both Mike and Sam.
Befriend not agitate. Not irritate, not harm, and definitely not kill.