Day 3: That's Not What I Heard
The morning went the same way as the previous one. Wake up early, shower, eat, do chores, then come in and rest. But instead of talking over iced tea, Sadie left to go into town. She said she was running low on supplies, and needed to make a trip. D opted to stay at the house. He liked to avoid the questioning stares of people as much as he could, though most attempts proved to be in vain.
Sadie left about two p.m. He wasn't sure how long she was going to be gone. He was becoming increasingly bored, so he started to walk around the house.
"You know you want to go nose around, so, go do it already. I'm just a curious about this girl as you are."
D's left hand finally broke its silence and began to pester D. Again.
"It's not my place to go through her things," D replied.
"That's never stopped you before. Oh come on. Just go up to the attic and poke around. She'll never know. And besides, how will you really be able to, if you want to use this word, trust this chick if you don't dig up some dirt. Besides, even though she talked your ear off yesterday, she really didn't tell you anything about herself. Of course, you didn't volunteer any information about yourself, either, though I never expected you would in the first place."
Never really one to respond to his annoying appendage, D made his way to where the entrance of the attic was. The entrance was the kind where you pull down the ladder and climb up. Once in the attic, D found the light and turned it on.
The attic wasn't as full as he expected it to be, but it was full enough. He found a pile of boxes, and carefully began to sift through them.
To make himself fell better about what he was doing, he told himself that he wasn't being nosey, just simply looking for information that could be very helpful in helping to save his client.
The first few boxes he opened contained nothing but clothes, toys, and books. Becoming increasingly bored, he decided to look in one more box, and then leave the attic. He certainly picked a good last box to pick though.
Inside the box were three photo albums. The first one was labeled 'The Early Years'. He opened it up. The vast majority of the pictures in the album consisted of three young children. All with black hair and deep blue eyes. The pictures all had a description to go with them. From the descriptions, he found out some very important information. The oldest of the children was four years older than the youngest, and two years older than the middle child. Their names' were Joey, Kailie, and…Sadie. The three of them always seemed to be together, very happily. Occasionally, there'd be a whole family picture. Including the mother and father. The seemed like one big happy family.
He picked up the second book, entitled 'The Elementary Years'. This one was filled with a bunch of school related things. And the same three kids and parents where in the pictures. Still looking happy.
By now, D was needless to say, confused. Sadie had told him she was an only child. And the description of her parents sure didn't match the pictures of the people Sadie called 'mommy and daddy' in a preserved Christmas card. Also, by the look of the pictures, the family sure seemed close.
"Maybe I wasn't listening good, but what I just saw definitely wasn't what I heard."
"I must have heard wrong as well. These pictures tell a drastically different story than the one she told."
"Well, might as well take a gander at he last album. Who knows, it might turn out that she's a wealthy thirysomething business woman with two kids and a jerk for a husband."
D picked up the last album. This one, though, didn't have a title. He opened it up. It started out like the rest, but wasn't like the rest. He found a few blank pages, then a lot of newspaper articles. He picked up a piece, unfolded it, and read the headline. It read like this: 'Local Family Killed In Tragic Carriage Accident'. He quickly read the article.
It turns out that Sadie's entire family was killed when their horse and carriage "mysteriously" turned over, crushing them all. The police reports found that their throat had been slit, so, the carriage wasn't responsible for the deaths. Immediately, foul play was suspected, the police just needed a suspect. Sadie, the only survivor, survived simply because she wasn't with her family when it happened. She was at a friend's house. The friend of course verified her actually being there.
D began to flip through the article, hoping to find some answers. And sure enough, he found them.
The accident turned quadruple homicide, quintuple if you count the horse, was linked to a convicted murderer who had some major beef with Sadie's parents. Especially her father.
Sadie's mother and father ran a prominent law firm. In the case of the century, their firm was chosen to represent the plaintiff. Her father was chosen as the lead attorney. He father had defeated the defendant, which got the man known as 'Tom' convicted of first degree murder, and sentenced to two consecutive life terms. It had been reported that 'Tom' planned to, "…kill that bloody bastard if it's the last thing I ever do!" No one paid him mind, though.
About a year late, 'Tom' escaped. The police launched a massive manhunt to find him. Unfortunately, they found him just a little to late. The cops picked him up about a mile from the crime scene, still covered in blood.
Sadie was 12 at the time of this tragedy. She moved in with her about. After that, he found nothing else.
A tad devastated, D carefully replaced the newspapers and put the albums back in the box. He put the boxes back where they originally where, and headed downstairs.
"Well, that was quite a story," the hand said, with sadness in its voice.
"So, it begins tonight, right?"
" I suppose so."
"So, just to make sure I got it fight…what's the plan again?"
"You don't remember by now?!"
"Yes, I do. It's just that…"
"I swear, if you mess this up, my perfect plan, you might not live to regret it!!"
"I remember. Go to town, stay gone for a while, the hunter comes a looking, someone tells him the count got me, and off he'll come to the castle. Right? I remembered it right."
"Yes, you did. DO NOT screw up!"
"I won't. How long do you think it'll take him to get here?"
"Not sure. Bt when he gets here, that's when the real fun will begin."
D went into the living room to sit down. He was a bit disillusioned. He checked the clock and found it was a little after six. Sadie hadn't returned yet, but he wasn't worried. He knew it could take a while to do all that needed to be done in a town. He was getting a little hungry, and went to the kitchen to see if he could find something to munch on.
He opened the refrigerator door and found a plate with his name on it. It was leftovers from the night before. He warmed it up as quietly ate it. He was undoubtedly lost in thought. It was hard to fathom what Sadie has been through. When he was done eating, he washed his dishes and went to his room.
As the hours whittled by, D began to wait anxiously for Sadie to return. He wanted to know why she had lied to him. He didn't want to seem rude by going through her stuff, but he was glad he did. Now, he wanted the truth. He felt he was entitled to it. And the truth had better been good.
By 11:00 that night, she still hadn't returned. Becoming worried, D decided to go to town and look for her. He only hoped the vampire hadn't already gotten to her. He was now almost regretting not going with her. He went outside and got his horse and mounted up and headed off toward town.
"He's coming, Ella!"
"Excellent."
The morning went the same way as the previous one. Wake up early, shower, eat, do chores, then come in and rest. But instead of talking over iced tea, Sadie left to go into town. She said she was running low on supplies, and needed to make a trip. D opted to stay at the house. He liked to avoid the questioning stares of people as much as he could, though most attempts proved to be in vain.
Sadie left about two p.m. He wasn't sure how long she was going to be gone. He was becoming increasingly bored, so he started to walk around the house.
"You know you want to go nose around, so, go do it already. I'm just a curious about this girl as you are."
D's left hand finally broke its silence and began to pester D. Again.
"It's not my place to go through her things," D replied.
"That's never stopped you before. Oh come on. Just go up to the attic and poke around. She'll never know. And besides, how will you really be able to, if you want to use this word, trust this chick if you don't dig up some dirt. Besides, even though she talked your ear off yesterday, she really didn't tell you anything about herself. Of course, you didn't volunteer any information about yourself, either, though I never expected you would in the first place."
Never really one to respond to his annoying appendage, D made his way to where the entrance of the attic was. The entrance was the kind where you pull down the ladder and climb up. Once in the attic, D found the light and turned it on.
The attic wasn't as full as he expected it to be, but it was full enough. He found a pile of boxes, and carefully began to sift through them.
To make himself fell better about what he was doing, he told himself that he wasn't being nosey, just simply looking for information that could be very helpful in helping to save his client.
The first few boxes he opened contained nothing but clothes, toys, and books. Becoming increasingly bored, he decided to look in one more box, and then leave the attic. He certainly picked a good last box to pick though.
Inside the box were three photo albums. The first one was labeled 'The Early Years'. He opened it up. The vast majority of the pictures in the album consisted of three young children. All with black hair and deep blue eyes. The pictures all had a description to go with them. From the descriptions, he found out some very important information. The oldest of the children was four years older than the youngest, and two years older than the middle child. Their names' were Joey, Kailie, and…Sadie. The three of them always seemed to be together, very happily. Occasionally, there'd be a whole family picture. Including the mother and father. The seemed like one big happy family.
He picked up the second book, entitled 'The Elementary Years'. This one was filled with a bunch of school related things. And the same three kids and parents where in the pictures. Still looking happy.
By now, D was needless to say, confused. Sadie had told him she was an only child. And the description of her parents sure didn't match the pictures of the people Sadie called 'mommy and daddy' in a preserved Christmas card. Also, by the look of the pictures, the family sure seemed close.
"Maybe I wasn't listening good, but what I just saw definitely wasn't what I heard."
"I must have heard wrong as well. These pictures tell a drastically different story than the one she told."
"Well, might as well take a gander at he last album. Who knows, it might turn out that she's a wealthy thirysomething business woman with two kids and a jerk for a husband."
D picked up the last album. This one, though, didn't have a title. He opened it up. It started out like the rest, but wasn't like the rest. He found a few blank pages, then a lot of newspaper articles. He picked up a piece, unfolded it, and read the headline. It read like this: 'Local Family Killed In Tragic Carriage Accident'. He quickly read the article.
It turns out that Sadie's entire family was killed when their horse and carriage "mysteriously" turned over, crushing them all. The police reports found that their throat had been slit, so, the carriage wasn't responsible for the deaths. Immediately, foul play was suspected, the police just needed a suspect. Sadie, the only survivor, survived simply because she wasn't with her family when it happened. She was at a friend's house. The friend of course verified her actually being there.
D began to flip through the article, hoping to find some answers. And sure enough, he found them.
The accident turned quadruple homicide, quintuple if you count the horse, was linked to a convicted murderer who had some major beef with Sadie's parents. Especially her father.
Sadie's mother and father ran a prominent law firm. In the case of the century, their firm was chosen to represent the plaintiff. Her father was chosen as the lead attorney. He father had defeated the defendant, which got the man known as 'Tom' convicted of first degree murder, and sentenced to two consecutive life terms. It had been reported that 'Tom' planned to, "…kill that bloody bastard if it's the last thing I ever do!" No one paid him mind, though.
About a year late, 'Tom' escaped. The police launched a massive manhunt to find him. Unfortunately, they found him just a little to late. The cops picked him up about a mile from the crime scene, still covered in blood.
Sadie was 12 at the time of this tragedy. She moved in with her about. After that, he found nothing else.
A tad devastated, D carefully replaced the newspapers and put the albums back in the box. He put the boxes back where they originally where, and headed downstairs.
"Well, that was quite a story," the hand said, with sadness in its voice.
"So, it begins tonight, right?"
" I suppose so."
"So, just to make sure I got it fight…what's the plan again?"
"You don't remember by now?!"
"Yes, I do. It's just that…"
"I swear, if you mess this up, my perfect plan, you might not live to regret it!!"
"I remember. Go to town, stay gone for a while, the hunter comes a looking, someone tells him the count got me, and off he'll come to the castle. Right? I remembered it right."
"Yes, you did. DO NOT screw up!"
"I won't. How long do you think it'll take him to get here?"
"Not sure. Bt when he gets here, that's when the real fun will begin."
D went into the living room to sit down. He was a bit disillusioned. He checked the clock and found it was a little after six. Sadie hadn't returned yet, but he wasn't worried. He knew it could take a while to do all that needed to be done in a town. He was getting a little hungry, and went to the kitchen to see if he could find something to munch on.
He opened the refrigerator door and found a plate with his name on it. It was leftovers from the night before. He warmed it up as quietly ate it. He was undoubtedly lost in thought. It was hard to fathom what Sadie has been through. When he was done eating, he washed his dishes and went to his room.
As the hours whittled by, D began to wait anxiously for Sadie to return. He wanted to know why she had lied to him. He didn't want to seem rude by going through her stuff, but he was glad he did. Now, he wanted the truth. He felt he was entitled to it. And the truth had better been good.
By 11:00 that night, she still hadn't returned. Becoming worried, D decided to go to town and look for her. He only hoped the vampire hadn't already gotten to her. He was now almost regretting not going with her. He went outside and got his horse and mounted up and headed off toward town.
"He's coming, Ella!"
"Excellent."