Disclaimer: I don't own any Rachel Cain or Charles Dickens works.
Apology: I haven't written anything in months, but I hope that will change. Therefore, my writing style has changed somewhat but I think you will still enjoy it.
Chapter 7: I'm Important for Plot development!
"Are you ready?" asked Claire. "Everyone, name your roles."
It was the next day, and the four friends were getting ready to storm Oliver's shop.
"Yes," said Eve. "I go to work as normal, but at 1:00 I get all the customers to leave."
"Bribing them with Oliver's coffee cash, of course," Claire reminded her.
Shane, who was wearing his costume, continued with his part. "I sneak up behind Oliver and say his name like Sykes did in the movie. I menace him until he's distracted."
"And while Eve pours coffee on his head, I stuff Oliver in a sack and drive him to Myrnin's lab, where we chain him up in the sub-basement." Michael was pleased; that part was his idea.
"And then there's the pavlo part where I beat him up until he stops screaming," Shane exclaimed ecstatically.
"No, stupid," said Claire. "Pavlov – as in we condition him to stop screaming."
"And when he's not a whining, beaten enemy, then we can kill him. And I will get revenge!" yelled Michael.
"Kill you once, and you never forgive," muttered Eve.
Luckily, Michael didn't hear that, even though he had supersonic hearing. He was using all of his brain cells to think. "Why don't we just rip out his throat so he can't whine or scream?" he asked.
Shane's brain cell popped. "I like the idea of torture. Plus, Claireee thought of it."
"Oh, Shaney."
Amellie was really annoyed. Last night, Oliver had knocked on her door and whined to her in his annoying voice he thought was "persuasive".
"Help me! Help me! Please help me!" he cried. She could almost see the snot dripping from his nose. (Because vampires have X-ray vision, of course!)
"Oh, so now you're asking me for help?"
"Yes," Oliver said, a little resentfully.
"Begging me for help?"
"Aaaah-ha-ha-haaaaa! I can't do it!" Oliver cried and ran away.
So the next day, when Amellie was staring into her crystal ball, it wouldn't work. "Show me who I want to sssssssssssseeeeee" she hissed. She wanted to see what the kids were up to in their plans to antagonize Oliver.
But instead of seeing Shane picking his nose, Eve emptying a saltshaker into an annoying boy's coffee, Michael breaking and buying a new guitar, or Claire writing an angry letter to her school, she saw someone else.
Oliver. Oh, Oliver! (well, duh) Oliver was on the phone with someone.
"All right, Sykes. I'm gonna kill your last descendant today and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Why? For revenge, of course! You're the one who turned me into a vampire to steal my inheritance."
"Such language! Ha-ha ha-ha-ha!"
"No, I will not wait until you arrive from England. Do you take me for an idiot?"
"Oh. Really. Goodbye, then." Slam.
Amellie was really concerned now. "Show me the children!" she commanded her Chrystal ball. The crystal showed the Glass kids planning to attack Oliver.
"Oliver's in for a surprise," she smirked.
"Oliver's in trouble," she gasped.
The next chapter is the climax! Please review if you want anything specific to happen! I've got plans otherwise…
