Cheyenne instinctively ducked. Then again who wouldn't duck if a seemingly vampire guy lunges himself at you saying that 'you were going to be one of them' or in other words, 'you're going to die.' the answer is, EVERYBODY. If you don't, then you're an idiot. She rolled off to the side and stood up in a flash. She had reached the amount of running/slashing that she had ever wanted in her entire life. The door opened and the guy with the red hair barged in. "Hey Octive!" He yelled. "What?" the creeper snarled. He left his attention from Cheyenne over to him. Mr. Red Head pulled something out of his jacket that looked like a smoke bomb. "What?" The one called Octive said, this time in a more confused tone. The red head pulled something off of the smoke bomb and tossed it at him. Cheyenne's' first thought was, "HOLY SHIT A GRANADE!" But then, it started letting of smoke. Not death by explosion. It really was a smoke bomb… The gas that was being let off smelled like thanksgiving. The sent was so strong it might have been enough to make her throw up if she hadn't already emptied everything in her stomach earlier. It smelled like pumpkin. She stood there wondering why red head threw a smoke bomb that could have very well been Glade's new Thanksgiving sent, when the black haired guy fell to the ground making choking noises. He pulled up his sleeve and covered his mouth and nose. "Felix! What are you doing?" He screeched through multiple coughs and breaths. "Doing what I came here to do." He turned and faced Cheyenne. "Come on!" She just stood there brilliantly with a confused look. Red Head ran over to her and grabbed her hand. And they raced out of there. Cheyenne tried to wrap her head around what was happening. Dude with the black hair, Octive, is bad. Dude with red hair, Felix, is trying to help me now, even though a few minutes ago he practically led me to my death. While they were running she saw him drop another smoke bomb. She wondered exactly how any he had in there. Just after he dropped it, the blond chick that had knocked her out ran through the door and then collapsed from the smoke. They ran out the door, and down the path. They ran straight for the Honda Pilot that had followed her the night before. Felix ran around the other side while she got in the passenger seat. He got in and jammed the key in the ignition and floored it before the door was shut. "Alright," She yelled over the roaring engine. "What the hell is going on?" she yelled for about the billionth time today. "Just hold on and I'll explain everything later!" He turned and looked at her. "Any you might want to duck." He said in a steady voice. "What?" Cheyenne said, confused. "DUCK!" He screamed. He reached over and placed his hand on her head and pushed her down in her seat. Two seconds later an iron pole crashed through the back window, through the passenger side headrest, and stopped hanging out the front windshield. Cheyenne looked up at the bar that was about a half an inch from the top of her head. Good thing Felix moved his hand after he pushed her down. She let out a low whimper at the thought of what would have happened If he hadn't pushed her down. It would have been Cheyenne kabobs for dinner. The car screeched around the corner, Felix holding a firm grip on the steering wheel. Cheyenne held onto the side of the door and the metal bar for dear life. Felix tossed something into her lap. She looked down and saw the smoke bombs. "Pull the strings out and toss them out the window!" he yelled over the roar that the car was making. "Out the window?" she repeated to herself. She rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She looked back and saw that they were being chased. Somebody was driving a car and little miss blond bitch was standing on the top. She's STANDING on top of a moving car? What. The. Hell. She didn't have time to wonder how Blondie could stand there without falling off, but she reckoned it would hurt her brain to think about it. She already knew these people weren't normal. In fact they thought they were vampires. She reached into her lap and picked up one of the bombs. She pulled the string and tossed it out the window. It exploded behind the car that was chasing us. She looked at the bomb, then at the car what was chasing them, then at the road in front of them. She picked up another one. She pulled the string, but this time she threw it in front of them. Felix turned and looked at her. "What are you doing?" He yelled over the commotion. "You'll see!" She shouted back. She smiled when the bomb exploded with gas right in front of the car that was chasing them. Cheyenne secretly hoped nothing happened to the car, just the people. The car looked hot. When the car entered the gas, they were consumed by it. The car in back of them stopped, but Felix and Cheyenne kept going. Cheyenne dropped a couple more smoke bombs out the window just in case. Octive shoved the door open from the terrifying gas chamber that his car had become. Of course, chasing someone with your heater on probably wasn't the best idea. Especially when they're throwing dangerous smoke filled bombs at you, and your air ventilation system takes the air from the outside. He collapsed on the ground and looked up at the sky. Somebody sat down next to him. "Well THAT didn't work out." He said between breaths. "You're telling me." Camille panted. "What exactly happened here? I used to have me two slaves or servants or WHATEVER you want to call them, and then one decides, hey by the way, I HATE YOU." He closed his eyes. "Why did this happen to ME? Couldn't it happen to some other king of discreet creatures of the night?" He stopped and chuckled to himself. "Oh wait, I'm the only one." He sat up. "We need to do something about this. And by 'we', I mean 'you'. Go and find Felix. And find out what the hell his problem is." He stood up and started walking away from her. Camille got up and ran towards him. "What do you mean?" she asked, puzzled. He stopped and looked at her like she was asking him how to spell FBI. "Go find him, and figure out what his problem is. I could have sworn I just told you that." And he kept walking until he was out of her sight. Half an hour later and they were still driving. Although not the same 'dear god run for your life' kind of driving they were doing earlier. Cheyenne was glad that they weren't being chased anymore. In case you haven't noticed, that's the third time. Cheyenne tried to see how loose the giant bar was. She grabbed it with both hands and jerked it from side to side. It didn't budge. That bar wasn't going anywhere. Felix and she hadn't spoken out loud since the chase but the tension kept building in the car until she could hardly breathe. She spoke out. "Okay, what exactly happened back there?" She saw him open his mouth to answer but she interrupted. "And none of this 'I'll tell you later crap. I want REAL answers." He was about to say something, but she interrupted once again. "And make sure they make sense." He glanced over to her. "Well maybe if you'd let me talk, then you'd be able to see if you can understand it alright? Now… um… how much do you already know?" She looked up for a second trying to put all the information in her head in a way that would make sense. "Um… dude with black hair is bad, he's like a vampire or something, but then again he gets very pissed off if you call him so. Also his name is like Octive or something like that. You… you were bad, but then I guess you decided that you didn't like that so you decided to throw bombs at Octive to save me for some reason. Blondie, I'm not sure about her but she's a bitch. And I really would like to punch her in the face right now but I'll get to that later. I also get the feeling that there's a deeper meaning to all this. Like some kind of bigger picture. Something that other people can't really know about." She sounded as if she was saying one long run on sentence. "And where are we anyways?" She looked out the window to look at the houses passing by. "Well first of all, were in Taylorsville. Second of all, you're a fast learner you know that?" Cheyenne nodded and waved for him to continue. "And don't call them vampires. They don't take it lightly. Cheyenne looked at him. "Then what the hell are they?" Felix looked from her to the road. "They're called, The Cruepelum. Octive stormed into Alyssa's room. She was there, still playing checkers. "What the hell was that? What is wrong with Felix?" he paused. "Does he hate me?" Octive's mind wandered to the emoticon section of his brain. He imagined the capitol D and the semi-colon (D:). He really didn't like the idea of being hated. Sure there were people that hated him during his battle to become the Rex Regis, but that was different. He was especially upset that he thought Felix was his friend. Well servant, but at least his buddy. All he had left was that dumb blond chick that he didn't even like too much.
It troubled him to think that Felix had thrown those…I things /I at him. He didn't even know what they were but he still reeked of terrible pumpkin sent.
He left Alyssa's room and continued down the hall ti try to figure out what went wrong.
"The Cruepelum?" Cheyenne thought out loud. "What kind of word is that?"
"It's actually a combination of two Latin words, cruorem and epulum, which means 'blood feasters'. Felix explained.
"So… vampires. Great. And how did I get all mixed up in this?" She questioned.
"Oh… Well… In your current stage your are what's called a 'Unam Quidnam Potentia Existo Parco─'"
"More Latin?" She interrupted. Felix nodded. "it means, 'One Who Might be Spared." She gave him a puzzled look.
"What exactly might that mean?" She asked. He looked a bit uncertain as he drove, "I'll explain once we get to Kylers' house…"
"What? No I said I wanted answers NOW." she said impatiently.
"We're practically there. Hold your horses." He pulled off to the side of the curb an stopped the car. Both of them got (she ducked under the pole sticking through the car) out at started walking toward the door. They stood in front of a house that was a bit familiar to Cheyenne.
They reached the door and Felix opened it and walked in. The house was so familiar to her.
"Kyler!" Felix yelled. A distant reply of 'in here' sounded through the house. They walked into a familiar living room with familiar carpet and a familiar couch. There on the familiar couch sat somebody that she vaguely remembered from somewhere.
She remembered being cold and out side when she looked at his face. She wasn't sure if the things she was remembering were real, or a dream.
The guy on the couch turned his dirty dishwater blond hair and looked at her.
"Hello Cheyenne. Good to see you again. My name is Kyler Lilum."
