Secrets in the Night 2:
"Why would he say something like that Helga?" I asked. I really wanted to know. "Because he's a amatuer psychopath" she said waving her hand. "Why? You thinking of giving him counselling cause someone has to. Honestly, he needs a hobby" she kept on going. I don't remember her being this civil during a conversation with me. But I wasn't going to ruin it by saying something. "He should become a story teller or something" she finished. I nodded. Maybe that would be a good idea for him.Gerald does it all the time. I said that. "Yeah I know. I help him out with material for it" she said quietly. I looked at her. You know I thought it was kind of funny when she said that. Geralds stories these days were filled with vampires and demons from both mythology and some non-mythology. "Where do you get your ideas?" I asked. She looked at me hard. She wass weighing me up. I could tell. Then she smiled a secretive smile. "Real life" she said. She sipped her coffe. I started thinking a bit. Sid comes up to me with this wild accusation that Helga is a "vampire slayer", Geralds not really spending time with me or talking with me and how he seems to be spending alot of time with Helga and Phoebe. The stories... "It's true isnt it?" I asked shocked. "You really did kill a vampire or something didn't you?" She smiled. "I don't know Arnold. Ask Gerald to explain. Tell him Helga said doom" she smiled and threw some change on the table. "See you football head" she said and walked off into the evening. * * * * * * * * * * * *
So the next day I walked up to Gerald. "Helga told me to say doom to you" I said. He spun araound. "She told you?" he asked. I shook my head. "She told me you would explain" I told him looking down the hall to see Helga and Phoebe walking towards us. "Gerald be a nice friend and tell Arnold. Your so much better at stuff like that" she cooed into his ear. Gerald looked at her. "Does Isobelle know about this?" he asked. "Oh yeah I walked up to my watcher and said 'I told a third person today' and smiled at her. Gods above how stupid do you think I am? He figured it out himself cornered you and asked if you knew anything about it. Thats the story. Tell her that because you have been friends so long you couldnt lie to him. I will say I agreed cause Arnold can be trusted. Cant you?" she threatend more than asked. I nodded. "Good. Me and Phoebe a going to the art room to terrorise Curly. Rhonda will also be found there. Tootles" she said and walked off. I just watched her. That girl was a piece of work. Honest. If there's a god (or gods) up there he (they) must have had a bad time of it coming up with her! "Okay man. Tke a seat and make sure your seatbelt clicks. Your in for a wild ride" he said then he started...
* * * * * * * * * * * * "Okay, Helga is a Vampire Slayer" Gerald said. "Like Buffy?" I asked. "No and yes. It's hard to explain. Helga is real. Buffy is not. The creator was a friend of one and that's where he got some of his ideas. But Helga is the real deal. There is no such thing as a watchers cousil. Its more like an occult leaders group. Isobelle, Helga's "watcher" as she jokes, is a voodoo queen from New Orleans. Stay on her good side. She helps Helga out with the spirit side of things. like if spirits a keeping Helga from doing her job isobelle can do something about that. She is also a really good cook. Anyway Helga took off a couple of years ago. She ended up in New Orleans during the Mardi Gras. Anyway she got into a bit of strife with some guy in a mask and Isobelle saved her butt. Helga stayed with her. Apparently she "saw" Helga coming and the occult leaders said to get her if they could. So she did. They later went up to California. You'll have to ask her the rest. All I know is she can really fight and slay. She told Phoebe who told me who went along one night" he finshed. "Wow" was all I could say. A loud laugh drew my eyes to see three girls walking down the hall towards me. Rhonda was just a little taller than Helga now. "Arnold!" she cried and gave me a hug. "How have you been?" she asked. "Good. Listen Helga can I talk to you?" I said ignoring Rhonda. She glared at Helga who glared back. "Yeah sure" she said and walked into an empty class-room.
"Why would he say something like that Helga?" I asked. I really wanted to know. "Because he's a amatuer psychopath" she said waving her hand. "Why? You thinking of giving him counselling cause someone has to. Honestly, he needs a hobby" she kept on going. I don't remember her being this civil during a conversation with me. But I wasn't going to ruin it by saying something. "He should become a story teller or something" she finished. I nodded. Maybe that would be a good idea for him.Gerald does it all the time. I said that. "Yeah I know. I help him out with material for it" she said quietly. I looked at her. You know I thought it was kind of funny when she said that. Geralds stories these days were filled with vampires and demons from both mythology and some non-mythology. "Where do you get your ideas?" I asked. She looked at me hard. She wass weighing me up. I could tell. Then she smiled a secretive smile. "Real life" she said. She sipped her coffe. I started thinking a bit. Sid comes up to me with this wild accusation that Helga is a "vampire slayer", Geralds not really spending time with me or talking with me and how he seems to be spending alot of time with Helga and Phoebe. The stories... "It's true isnt it?" I asked shocked. "You really did kill a vampire or something didn't you?" She smiled. "I don't know Arnold. Ask Gerald to explain. Tell him Helga said doom" she smiled and threw some change on the table. "See you football head" she said and walked off into the evening. * * * * * * * * * * * *
So the next day I walked up to Gerald. "Helga told me to say doom to you" I said. He spun araound. "She told you?" he asked. I shook my head. "She told me you would explain" I told him looking down the hall to see Helga and Phoebe walking towards us. "Gerald be a nice friend and tell Arnold. Your so much better at stuff like that" she cooed into his ear. Gerald looked at her. "Does Isobelle know about this?" he asked. "Oh yeah I walked up to my watcher and said 'I told a third person today' and smiled at her. Gods above how stupid do you think I am? He figured it out himself cornered you and asked if you knew anything about it. Thats the story. Tell her that because you have been friends so long you couldnt lie to him. I will say I agreed cause Arnold can be trusted. Cant you?" she threatend more than asked. I nodded. "Good. Me and Phoebe a going to the art room to terrorise Curly. Rhonda will also be found there. Tootles" she said and walked off. I just watched her. That girl was a piece of work. Honest. If there's a god (or gods) up there he (they) must have had a bad time of it coming up with her! "Okay man. Tke a seat and make sure your seatbelt clicks. Your in for a wild ride" he said then he started...
* * * * * * * * * * * * "Okay, Helga is a Vampire Slayer" Gerald said. "Like Buffy?" I asked. "No and yes. It's hard to explain. Helga is real. Buffy is not. The creator was a friend of one and that's where he got some of his ideas. But Helga is the real deal. There is no such thing as a watchers cousil. Its more like an occult leaders group. Isobelle, Helga's "watcher" as she jokes, is a voodoo queen from New Orleans. Stay on her good side. She helps Helga out with the spirit side of things. like if spirits a keeping Helga from doing her job isobelle can do something about that. She is also a really good cook. Anyway Helga took off a couple of years ago. She ended up in New Orleans during the Mardi Gras. Anyway she got into a bit of strife with some guy in a mask and Isobelle saved her butt. Helga stayed with her. Apparently she "saw" Helga coming and the occult leaders said to get her if they could. So she did. They later went up to California. You'll have to ask her the rest. All I know is she can really fight and slay. She told Phoebe who told me who went along one night" he finshed. "Wow" was all I could say. A loud laugh drew my eyes to see three girls walking down the hall towards me. Rhonda was just a little taller than Helga now. "Arnold!" she cried and gave me a hug. "How have you been?" she asked. "Good. Listen Helga can I talk to you?" I said ignoring Rhonda. She glared at Helga who glared back. "Yeah sure" she said and walked into an empty class-room.