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Part 1
"Mom! Why did we have to move to this overly large trailer park!" I complain from the
back seat.
"It's not a trailer park. Look we are almost there" Mom smiled as she pointed at the
sign.
I glanced at it without amusmant. "Satan Carla. Well then. I guess I'll be calling you
home" I thought to myself. I glanced back for some unknown reason and read the back of the board.
I raised one eyebrow slightly then turned back to the comic I was reading.
When we got to our house I noticed there was a person standing outside the front gate.
Mom didn't notice. He stood there looking serious and very nervous. His clothes stayed the basic
army green through-out his outfit. The head band he was hearing was a mix of orange and red tied
clumsily around his head. I watched him as my mom drove up into the yard. When she stopped the
car I jumped out. I quickly glanced around. My first thought "Ew." It looked like a home for
someone retired and had nothing better to do then sit around reading the TV guide.
"I'll be right back Mom" I yelled to my Mom as I walked back to where I saw the kid.
When I got there I noted that another boy joined him. They were about the same height. Their
clothes almost matched and they looked alittle studded to see me walking towards them.
"Can I help you?" I asked without really offering hispitality.
"No. Not really" The one that had just appeared blurted out. The other elbowed him in
the side. He gave a low grunt of pain and cluched his side. I half smiled, muzed alittle by the
pain.
"You know the story behind this place?" The one with the headband asked.
"No... ever really cared either" I said folding my arms across my chest.
"Another unbeliever" The head banded one quietly said to his brother.
"Unbeliever? Hmph, try me" I aruged.
"Vampires" The one clutching his side said seriously.
"What kind of breed are we talking about?" I asked knowingly.
They looked at each other.
"Well? Are they like the breed that is more human... the breed that is part wolf, ect.
Narrow it down for me" I demanded as I stared at their blank expressions.
"Wha... you believe in them?" They asked in unison.
I smiled an evil smile. "Yea".
The 2 looked at each other again."They fly. They hunt and they kill" The banded one
started.
"Their eyes are like amber. And they care for nothing outside thier pack" the other
finished.
"Hmmm, yea, I've heard of them" I deeply thought aloud.
"Really? Would you believe we have them here?" The one in pain asked.
I glanced away for a second before looking at him in the eyes. They were sincere and
warming. I nodded slightly, guestering that I believed.
"Infact" the banded one started again " A few were killed in your house. Not to long ago
I might add".
"How long ago" I egerly demanded, thinking back to my old books.
"Bout... 2 weeks or so" One of them replied. I wasn't paying attention to them to see
which one spoke.
"I see" I stated. My mind was misty. Vampires... my one true passion. Were slain in my
new home. Looks like I wasn't gonna mind living in Satan Carla after all.
I bid farewell to the boys without asking them their names. I rejoined my mother who was
still unpacking.
"You wanna help me here dear?" she asked me.
I saw the large box that held all my books. I grabbed it quickly. "There, I helped" I
laughed as I ran into the house to find my room.
I walked through the door to find the place was made of solid wood. The smell was
deffinate about that. I glanced around quickly before heading upstairs to find my room.
I walked down the fairly narrow hall way before I found the room that already had a the rest of
my boxes. Most labeled with FRAGILE on them. I was a collector of figures of vampires,
dragons... anything mystical that caught my fancy. I opened the box that contained my books.
I pulled out my most treasured book. A book of witch craft and a book of spells. Spells that
could raise the dead. Spells that could raise the Un-dead...
Part 1
"Mom! Why did we have to move to this overly large trailer park!" I complain from the
back seat.
"It's not a trailer park. Look we are almost there" Mom smiled as she pointed at the
sign.
I glanced at it without amusmant. "Satan Carla. Well then. I guess I'll be calling you
home" I thought to myself. I glanced back for some unknown reason and read the back of the board.
I raised one eyebrow slightly then turned back to the comic I was reading.
When we got to our house I noticed there was a person standing outside the front gate.
Mom didn't notice. He stood there looking serious and very nervous. His clothes stayed the basic
army green through-out his outfit. The head band he was hearing was a mix of orange and red tied
clumsily around his head. I watched him as my mom drove up into the yard. When she stopped the
car I jumped out. I quickly glanced around. My first thought "Ew." It looked like a home for
someone retired and had nothing better to do then sit around reading the TV guide.
"I'll be right back Mom" I yelled to my Mom as I walked back to where I saw the kid.
When I got there I noted that another boy joined him. They were about the same height. Their
clothes almost matched and they looked alittle studded to see me walking towards them.
"Can I help you?" I asked without really offering hispitality.
"No. Not really" The one that had just appeared blurted out. The other elbowed him in
the side. He gave a low grunt of pain and cluched his side. I half smiled, muzed alittle by the
pain.
"You know the story behind this place?" The one with the headband asked.
"No... ever really cared either" I said folding my arms across my chest.
"Another unbeliever" The head banded one quietly said to his brother.
"Unbeliever? Hmph, try me" I aruged.
"Vampires" The one clutching his side said seriously.
"What kind of breed are we talking about?" I asked knowingly.
They looked at each other.
"Well? Are they like the breed that is more human... the breed that is part wolf, ect.
Narrow it down for me" I demanded as I stared at their blank expressions.
"Wha... you believe in them?" They asked in unison.
I smiled an evil smile. "Yea".
The 2 looked at each other again."They fly. They hunt and they kill" The banded one
started.
"Their eyes are like amber. And they care for nothing outside thier pack" the other
finished.
"Hmmm, yea, I've heard of them" I deeply thought aloud.
"Really? Would you believe we have them here?" The one in pain asked.
I glanced away for a second before looking at him in the eyes. They were sincere and
warming. I nodded slightly, guestering that I believed.
"Infact" the banded one started again " A few were killed in your house. Not to long ago
I might add".
"How long ago" I egerly demanded, thinking back to my old books.
"Bout... 2 weeks or so" One of them replied. I wasn't paying attention to them to see
which one spoke.
"I see" I stated. My mind was misty. Vampires... my one true passion. Were slain in my
new home. Looks like I wasn't gonna mind living in Satan Carla after all.
I bid farewell to the boys without asking them their names. I rejoined my mother who was
still unpacking.
"You wanna help me here dear?" she asked me.
I saw the large box that held all my books. I grabbed it quickly. "There, I helped" I
laughed as I ran into the house to find my room.
I walked through the door to find the place was made of solid wood. The smell was
deffinate about that. I glanced around quickly before heading upstairs to find my room.
I walked down the fairly narrow hall way before I found the room that already had a the rest of
my boxes. Most labeled with FRAGILE on them. I was a collector of figures of vampires,
dragons... anything mystical that caught my fancy. I opened the box that contained my books.
I pulled out my most treasured book. A book of witch craft and a book of spells. Spells that
could raise the dead. Spells that could raise the Un-dead...
