I stood outside the door on the front porch. I looked around and everything about this place was in perfect condition. It was to perfect, especially for some place that was constantly surrounded by little kids. She raised her fist and was about to knock on the door when it opened for her. Standing on the inside of the door was a man. He was tall, taller than Sam but very skinny. I could clearly see all his bones pressing hard against his face and even his hands. He was wearing a white button up shirt that looked to be too large for him and black slacks that looked to be too tight and short. I could see his ankles and he was not wearing any socks with his white sneakers.
I could not help but smile at him. His appearance was down rite amusing. When I looked back up to his face his bright blue eyes that where almost caved into his head where looking back at me. He tried to smile back at me but it just creped me out. There was something seriously wrong with this guy. I would figure out exactly what it is eventually. That I was shore of.
"Can I help you?" He asked me.
"I don't know can you?" I responded to him sarcastically.
His smile seemed to widen.
"What is it you need?" He asked me.
"I am looking for Mark. Do you know where I can find him?" I asked him.
"You already have. I'm Mark." He answered me.
"You're Mark? The guy who owns this place?" I asked him.
I could not believe this was the guy who owned and ran this camp. Only in Sunnydale would a parent leave there kids in his care. It was not even that he looked weird because if I am being honest I am friends with people and things that look a lot worse. It was just something about him. There was something off. Something I don't like. I would not trust him with my dog let alone my kids.
"Well then it looks like I'm in the rite place." I told him with a smile. "May I come in?" I asked him in a seductive voice.
He stepped aside so he was no longer blocking the door.
"Make yourself at home." He told me as he fallowed me inside.
I walked down the hall and herd the door shut behind me. He walked over next to me and motioned for me to go sit in what looked to be a living room. Key word looked. I walked in and everything looked so old. All of the furniture, everything was ancient. The couch was one of those ones that rolled up at both ends and was covered in a red floral pattern. The tables and end tables seemed to be carved rite out of a thick piece of wood. The lamps looked to be made out entirely of crystal. There was a fire place and on the mantle sat a bunch of small stuffed animals. Like taxidermy. Real animals. Birds, mice, even a rat. Now that I looked around the room was full of dead things. They were everywhere.
He saw me looking at all the stuffed animals all around his house. I did not know what to say without saying something inappropriate. About a million Norman Bates jokes where running through my head. I was scared if I opened my mouth I would not be able to control what came out.
"What you don't have a TV?" I asked him.
"No. No TV. Just me and my pets." He answered me.
It took every ounce of self-control in my body which was not a lot to not laugh at him. His pets. Is that what he thought all of these things where. People don't kill and stuff their pets. Well at least not normal people.
"How many pets do you have?" I asked him.
"123." He answered without even thinking about it.
"That's a lot. I only have one." I told him trying to find something to make conversation about.
He seemed to perk up at the mention that I have a pet.
"You have a pet. What is it?" He asked me.
"A dog. He lives with my father so I don't get to see him a lot." I told him truthfully.
It hurt me a little thinking about Goliath. I missed him. But he was a gift to me from my father and I did not want anything from him. So I had no choice but to leave him behind when I left him last.
"So he's still alive?" He asked me.
"Very much so." I said to him.
"That's too bad. I love dogs. When he does pass you should bring him by. I can stuff him for you." He told me with complete seriousness.
This guy was crazier then I am.
"You would do that for me." I said to him faking excitement.
His eyes seemed to lighten up when he thought I was actually into all his craziness.
"Yes." He responded. "Would you like some tea?" He asked me.
"Tea would be lovely." I told him.
He smiled and quickly scurried out of the room. I could hear him moving around in the kitchen so I got up from my spot on the couch and started to look around the room. There was not much in here except for the furniture and dead animals. There was a book shelf with some old books. I let out a sigh when I thought I was not getting anywhere with this loon. I turned back around to head back towered the couch when I noticed a chest that sat behind the couch. It was old and solid. There was no visible way to open it. I walked over and ran my hands along it. I knew that there had to be a latch or switch somewhere to open it up but I could not find it. I was just about to try to use some magic to open it up when I herd Mark coming back my way. I practically leaped back to the couch so he would not know I had been snooping.
He walked back in caring a tray with a tea pot, glasses, two cups, some sugar, and two small spoons. He placed them down on the table in front of me. He handed me a cup and I took it with a smile. I put some sugar in my tea and took a sip.
"So what is it that you came here to talk to me about? Shirley it was not taxidermy." He said to me.
"You got me there." I told him with a smile. "I am actually interested in the camp but have some questions." I told him.
"Interested how? Do you have a child who you would like to in role?" He asked me.
"Oh god no." I answered him quickly.
"No kids. I have a niece." I told him.
It was not a lie I did have a niece.
"She is coming to stay with me for the summer and I remembered how much I loved camp when I was a kid. So I was thinking maybe a few days a week she could come here." I told him.
He smiled at me.
"So what are your questions?" He asked me politely.
"I am just worried about the safety." I told him.
"I inshore you that the camp is completely safe. My facility is top of the line and all of the staff is trained and certified. There is nowhere safer for your niece." He told me.
He seemed to truly believe what he was saying. He did not know if him believing the kids where safe was a good or if this was a bad thing.
"That's comforting but what about all of the drowning's?" I asked him.
"That has nothing to do with this camp. Yes the victims worked here but none of them died here." He told me. Trying to comfort me.
"But you don't think it's weird? I read that the girls had nothing in common besides working here. I'm just worried that maybe the killer is picking his victims from here." I told him.
"That's ridiculous. Everyone who works here is screened. And I don't think the kids are capable of drowning adults." He answered.
"Now that you say it you make me sound crazy." I pretended to agree with him.
"It's not crazy to want to keep a child safe." He told me in a very serious tone.
He was about to say something to me when there was aloud banging on the door. It actually made me jump. Mark seemed to tense up. He looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders at him.
He got up and made his way to the door. I put down my tea and listened to what was going on. I herd the door open then someone stomped in.
"Where is she?" A voice asked.
I instantly recognized it as Sam's. Well this was going to get interesting.
"Excuse me but where are you going?" I herd Mark ask him as him and Sam turned the corner.
He stormed around the corner with Mark fallowing close behind him.
"Sir you have to leave!" Mark snapped at him but Sam just looked at me.
He looked worried and angry all at the same time. He seemed to relax a little when he saw me sitting there on the couch. Just as quickly as he relaxed he seemed to become angry all over again. I could not help but smile at his bipolar nature.
"What the hell Destiny? I gave you an hour. I thought something had happened." He told me.
I stood up and walked over to him.
"I'm fine. See all in one peace." I joked with him.
"This is not funny. When I say an hour I mean an hour." He snapped at me.
He was starting to piss me off. Who was he to think he could tell me what to do? He's not my father, he's not my boyfriend. Even though that's exactly how he is acting. An over controlling ass of a boyfriend.
"Yes dictator." I told him.
"Who is this?" Mark asked me.
I had forgotten that he is here until now. Even though we were standing in his living room.
"I'm Sam." Sam answered him before I could.
"This is Sam." I responded.
Mark looked at him then to me. He took in his weird overprotective nature over me.
"You did not say you had a boyfriend." He told me.
I was confused by his statement. Sam was not my boyfriend, but at the same time I did not like his tone. The weird but sweet guy I had been talking to the entire time was gone and replaced with someone who almost looked jealous.
"It's never came up." I told him challenging his tone.
"Destiny." Sam said under his breath.
"No Sam. I think it's time we leave." I said as I grabbed Sam's hand and started to pull him out of the house.
As if on cue we could hear footsteps running up the front steps of the house.
"Sammy!" We both herd Dean yelling.
Within a few seconds Dean was in the living room with us, gun drawn and looking around frantically until his eyes rested on us.
He looked like he was going to yell at us until Mark said something.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked Dean.
"Who are you?" Dean asked back.
"This is Dean." Sam told Mark. "He's my brother. Dean this is Mark he owns the camp. Why don't you put away your gun?" He told Dean.
Dean did what he was told.
"Sorry to you know point a gun at you." Dean told Mark.
Mark looked at the two of them and then back to me.
"Are you cops?" He asked. "If you would have told me you were a cop I would not have talked to you." He snapped at me.
"Do I look like a cop to you?" I snapped back at him.
"I want you all out of my house now." He told us.
"Not a problem." I told him.
I quickly pulled Sam out of the house Dean followed close behind us.
We quickly made our way back to Dean's car. I wanted nothing more than to get out of this fucking place.
"Is there a reason you two are holding hands?" Dean asked us.
I did not even realize I was still holding his hand until Dean had said something. I quickly pulled my hand free of his.
"No reason. That guy was being a creep. Told him Sam was my boyfriend." I said as I climbed into the back seat of Dean's car.