Well, let's start this off frank. I'm sorry that this is late, and I'm sorry that it is short. I have legit reasons though. For one week, I had at least seven hours of volleyball a day, and then I had a tournement. Then I was busy. So, I'm sorry.

Now that we are done with my little pity party, I want to send some well deserved thanks out.

I want to first thank my amazing Beta, PerAmore91, for all the correcting that she has done and how quickly she sends it back.

Secondly I want to thank my best friend for helping me through the writers block and staying up till four in the morning Skyping with me.

Lastly I want to thank all of the people who read my story, even if you don't leave a review. You guys make me so happy. Thanks.

So, let's get this rodeo going. Hope you like the story. Leave a review(:

Ohh,, and last note! Sorry to all those who freaked out if you saw my name change, no worries. Still just little old me(:


Chapter 11: Way Out Here

Bonnies POV

The car was still going, and I had been asleep for three hours. I guess when my dad said 'down a ways' he really meant a ways. The beater was still going strong; threatening at any moment to break down. That's how we do it country style. My eyes stayed to the cup holders and I saw at least three bottles of five hour energy.

"Daddy, are you okay? Do you need me to drive?" I asked him wearily.

"I don't know. Maybe. I think I'm fine right now, but maybe in like an hour." he said too quickly and was making me concerned.

"How many of these did you drink?" I said picking up one of the bottles and twisting it in my hand. Tearing off the wrapper and crunching it between my fingers.

"Oh well, I think I drank about four of those. There is a redbull over there on the floor that I drank and I have been saving this monster for later." My dad said casually, if casually could be considered talking at faster than a mile a minute on a sugar high casual. Then yeah, it was casual.

"Dad. Slow down," I said looking at the speedometer. It didn't really matter since the fact it was four in the morning and we were in the Boondocks, but were on the verge of breaking seventy on a country highway. And my dad wasn't in the most stable condition at the moment. "Pull the car over." I said giving him a stern look, or at least as stern as I could muster towards my dad.

To my surprise he slowly started to pull the car over. When we finally came to a stop he looked at me and gave a 'happy?' look.

"Now hand me the Monster, because I'm cutting you off." My hand getting slapped as I reached for the Monster.

"Touch my Monster, lose your hand. Your choice." He said road rage-y and took the Monster out of the car with him. I unbuckled and got out of the car with trouble, because the whole right side of my lower was asleep from my foot to my butt.

I walked around the back of the car grumbling to myself. I was lamely walking to the drivers seat of the car, so that my dad would not be driving any longer. Him on the road with a energy drink high is worse than Godzilla in Tokyo.

I step up into the car, plop my butt down and relax, until I realize the seat is hot. Gross. I mean I know that my dad was sitting here, but it is like 89 degrees outside and humid. Then to top it off, the air conditioner is broken. Sounds like great fun, right?

"Princess, do you know where you are going?" My dad asked sorta reminding me of the squirrel off of, oh, what is that movie. Anne Hathaway. Red Riding Hood. Lumber Jack. Hoodwinked! The squirrel off that movie, the one where when he drinks coffee he gets so freaking wired.

"No, would you like to help me? I really didn't think that grandma lived really out in the sticks. I thought she was living all country comfort style now a days." I said adjusting the seat so that I could reach the pedals.

"Temporary home," he said referring to the house situation, "Just keep going down this road for about another fifty miles, you'll turn right and it'll be the first and only house on the left." He said sounding like he was coming off of his buzz and was soon going to crash.

"Do you mean a 'mile' mile, or a country mile?" I questioned not wanting to get lost in the dark, on a road that I don't know. In the sticks. That would just be great.

"Country mile," and with that he fell asleep. Thanks dad for you know leaving me to fend for myself in all, and just hope that we get there safely and not die.

I turned the radio up and all I heard was static. Grody. I pressed the seek button and a hip-hop station came on with a song that surprisingly I knew. Best Love Song by T-Pain.

Turn up the bass, turn up the treble,
I'm about to take you to a whole another level!
DJ turn off what you're playing,
I want the whole club to hear what I'm saying!
Because this girl means so much to me,
And now we're on the floor and she touchin' me.
And if I wanna take her home
It's gonna be better than what they do on the radio!

It's gotta be the crunkest
It's gotta be the loudest
It's gotta be the best love song she ever heard in her life
I gotta tell her how I feel
I gotta let her hear, the best love song she ever heard in her life
No need for me to write it, I just gotta picture her smiling,
And if you feel that way, go ahead and kiss your baby
Now we've got the whole stadium in love like yeah

My dad was a little off on the directions, I'm sure glad I called my MawMaw, because she told me that, "I had no clue where I was goin' and I best not get lost. Because if I do I might eaten." We got the house safely and went into the house. I helped throw my dad onto the bed in one of the guest bedrooms, while I made my way to another. Once my head hit the pillow I was out.

I was standing by the tree, second cedar tree from the little white house on Bailey Ave. I saw him standing there in all of his gangly glory, watching me with great precision.

"Were just joshin' me when you said you liked me, Bobo?" Deewee said in his pre-pubescent trying to sound seductive voice.

"No! I was not joshin' you! Why would you even say that, ya dummy." I said punching him in the arm. I watched his face as it contorted into happiness then into pain. He grabbed his arm and looked at me with a lovesick puppy dog face.

"Ouch. Bobo don't hit me!" He said leaning towards me. I was leaning up against the cedar tree and I was watching him. He was just starring at me. I looked down at my feet, and I saw that I was barefoot and saw my toes digging into the dirt. I saw my pants, cutoff wranglers. I looked at his shoes, and I realized he was wearing a pair of football cleats.

"Why are you wearing cleats?" I asked him bringing my eyes back to his. His face had changed. He had changed. He looked older now, his face was more chiseled and I had a feeling when he spoke that his voice was going to be deeper.

"Cause. Now shh.." He said and his closeness was starting to scare me. He had his arms on either side of my head on the tree. I could see the veins in his arms pumping. Budump Budump. His breathe smelled like the juicy fruit that he always chewed to cover up the fact that he had been drinking. He was leaning closer to my face now just inches away. I could feel his hot breath on my face. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, and have his strong arms wrap around my waist, but then I could hear his heart beat change, it was going faster and was giving me a more caged animal feeling. He moved from being close to my lips, to straight to my neck. He started to suck, and try and give me a hickey, but then he started to bite me.

"Ouch!" I yelped as I tried to pull away.

"Shut up!" He said pushing my back into the tree hard, and holding tight to my shoulder.

"Stop! I don't like this!" I yelled and tried to get away from him, but he was focused on my neck. That when the pain was cranked up a million notches. He broke my skin. "What are you doing!"

"So…Good.. Don't move." He said slowly having a strong hold on my right shoulder, and was now griping my left shoulder. He took another step closer and pinned my legs to the tree, so I couldn't get out.

"Stop!" I said and I grabbed his hair and tried to pull his head away, but he took it as a challenge and bit down harder on my neck.

I let out a blood curdling scream and…. I woke up in my bed. My hair was plastered to my forehead and my neck. I sat up and pulled the covers off me. Bad dream. I rubbed my neck and it was wet, with what I was assuming was sweat, until I looked at my hand. There was just enough light coming off the moon through the open windows. I could see that my hand was covered in red.

I turned around on the bed being careful not to touch anything and turned on the lamp. I was right I was covered in blood. I looked at my left hand and I had short blond hair in it.

"Oh my Lord." I said stunned. I tried to rub off the hair as fast as possible, but it ended up just getting my blood and the hair more mixed up and now my hands were both covered in the bloody hairy mess.

"HELP! HELP ME!" I screamed, then I couldn't even think straight anymore. I just screamed. I got out of my bed and walked to the middle of my room. I stared at my hands.

"DAD! MAWMAW!" My knees buckled beneath me and I fell to the floor.

Lillian-May's POV

I was walking in the heavy woods by myself, at half past mid-night. This was going past all my better judgement, but I have seven kids at home and a husband that just recently came back from the civil war wounded at battle.

My family was all asleep and I waited until they were, so I could slip out of the house unnoticed. I started the journey to the house. The house that was hidden deep in the forest, because they were not allowed out in public any longer. Black magic was considered a thing of the devil and was to be stayed away from, but I needed the help from the other side.

I could see a light that I knew emanated from the inside of the house. As I got closer the house seemed to grow still.

"Come in my child. I've been waiting." A voice said unworldly calm for not even knowing that I was coming.

I stepped up onto the shift made porch and looked inside the open door. It looked like a normal house, no shrunken heads or potion vials anywhere in site. I looked at the doorway, prayed a silent prayer and walked inside. I could feel the energy change around me. It was swirling and continually mixing with other things.

"What can I do you for?" The voice rang out again louder this time.

"I… well.. need some help… Please." I said timidly. Looking around the house was very intimidating. The woman that everyone rumored horrid and ugly, stood straight in front of me and I couldn't believe what was before my eyes. Dark red curls went down the womans shoulders onto her chest. Her face was a sight of pure beauty, with perfect porcelain skin and scorching green eyes.

"I assumed as much," she paused looked at me and slowly spoke again, "I know what you are here for, but I don't think that you are willing to pay the price."

"I don't have much money," I said holding out a small bag with as much change as we had to our name.

"We don't want your money. Our price is much greater than money." A much higher voice chimed in.

"We have to ask for help from the other side, and they don't like it when we ask for their help, and they will only do it for the right price." She motioned for me to sit at one of the tables.

"Tell us what happened." Another girl who was smaller and more plump said as she walked in completing the circle.

"I…well.. My husband and I were foolish and thought that we would be able to make it, but we couldn't we have seven children to feed and they are going hungry. We have bills to pay that are going unpaid and my husband just got back from the war and he is injured. Please we need to be given a miracle." I begged on the verge of sobbing. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek and onto the top of my hands which were folded nicely on the table.

"The price is," The porcelain, auburn curls says to her sisters, "Four, no Five generations. Of your family. After you."

"Fine take them." I said rashly and bit my tongue.

"Your work here is done, my child. Deal has been made. Your 'blessing' will be here shortly. You should get home now, it is getting late," The auburn haired woman told me, "And by the way. Just remember we are out here for a reason."


Hey, I have been thinking about this for a while, and I just would like to know. Is the story edging towards romance and drama? Or do you think it is still Romance and Humor? Or do you think it is something completly different? Leave me a review and give me some critisism! Thanks(:

Love always,

B.