Chapter 3
Nadia sat straight up on her shabby couch. She had dosed off. She rubbed her eyes and shot to her feet. Glancing at her watch, she muttered, "One hour."
She ran to her room and sorted through a couple boxes. Within fourty-five minutes she was dressed. Her flare jeans laced from the ankle to her hip on both sides. Her burgandy and purple flower print peasant top had flowing sleeves that sinched then belled out at her wrist for the cuffs. The black leather boots went well with the outfit. Her silver oval locket rested in it's usual place at the base of her neck. The smokey eye shadow and her thick lashes gave her eyes an exotic glow. The blush she used gave her cheeks a rosey hue. Her glossy lips had a peachy sheen. A light aroma of citrus floated about her. 'I hope this isn't too much.' Just as she was pulling her hair into a loose pony tail, her door bell rang. "Shit!" she hissed. Slipping a silver bracelet on her right wrist, she rushed to the door.
"Um...you don't look like a Stefan." A blonde girl with blue eyes stood on her porch. Her jeans and Guess sweatshirt appeared to be fresh from the rack. She smelled of Tommy Girl. Her honey smile was genuine. 'It must be something about this place. All the girls seem to be made of candy...even the sour ones.'
"Oh, he's in the car. I'm Elena. I guess Bonnie forgot to mention me. She gets a bit flaky when she's excited." She girl shrugged with a smile to show it was nothing.
'They must be good friends, her and Bonnie.' "Well that's ok," Nadia returned the smile. "I'm Nadia Versnavitch."
"Nice to meet you." Elena nodded. "Well let's get going before Bonnie goes grey. She was worried we wouldn't find your place even though she gave imacculate directions." Elena's chuckle was like a soft breeze.
Nadia nodded, "Let's." After locking her door she followed Elena to the car. To Nadia's surprise it was a jet black porsche. For such a small town it was odd to see such an expensive car. There couldn't be a way to make that sort of money in Fells Church. The had to be from out of town, or at least he was. Where from?
When they reached the car Elena held the door for her. Nadia slipped into the backseat with ease. The leather interior had a freshly cleaned shine. The guy in the front seat introduced himself as Stefan while Elena climbed in herself. His bright green eyes seemed to old for someone who looked only nineteen, odd. His black hair was softly brushed back. The smile he offered was strong and confident. His blue button up silk shirt complimented Elena's baby-blue sweat shirt. They had to be a couple; it would be far too strange for them not to be.
"So it's your brother that Bonnie is doing this thing for."
Stefan glanced in the rearview, "Er, yeah."
"I'll hush." Just the tone in his voice said that this was a tender subject, so Nadia was eager to set it aside. She cast her eyes to the passing cemetary. "I hate to talk too much, but is that a church in the cemetary?"
Elena nodded, "That's the old one. It's all delabidated. It's been there since the founding of Fells Church. I wouldn't suggest going there though. I do believe it's condemed." She glanced back at Nadia with a sad smile.
"Looks like it." Nadia grimaced at the gothic style creature that towered in the depths of the cemetary. It was a foreboding presence that haunted her sight. Tearing her eyes away, she looked at the road ahead. The old church still lurked at the back of her mind. It demanded attention like a spider crawling through her very thought process. 'Might have to pay a visit. I could use the spook rush. Something to liven this place up.' She knew Elena had warned her not to go, but Nadia was not always good at paying heed to warnings tossed her way.
Nadia sat straight up on her shabby couch. She had dosed off. She rubbed her eyes and shot to her feet. Glancing at her watch, she muttered, "One hour."
She ran to her room and sorted through a couple boxes. Within fourty-five minutes she was dressed. Her flare jeans laced from the ankle to her hip on both sides. Her burgandy and purple flower print peasant top had flowing sleeves that sinched then belled out at her wrist for the cuffs. The black leather boots went well with the outfit. Her silver oval locket rested in it's usual place at the base of her neck. The smokey eye shadow and her thick lashes gave her eyes an exotic glow. The blush she used gave her cheeks a rosey hue. Her glossy lips had a peachy sheen. A light aroma of citrus floated about her. 'I hope this isn't too much.' Just as she was pulling her hair into a loose pony tail, her door bell rang. "Shit!" she hissed. Slipping a silver bracelet on her right wrist, she rushed to the door.
"Um...you don't look like a Stefan." A blonde girl with blue eyes stood on her porch. Her jeans and Guess sweatshirt appeared to be fresh from the rack. She smelled of Tommy Girl. Her honey smile was genuine. 'It must be something about this place. All the girls seem to be made of candy...even the sour ones.'
"Oh, he's in the car. I'm Elena. I guess Bonnie forgot to mention me. She gets a bit flaky when she's excited." She girl shrugged with a smile to show it was nothing.
'They must be good friends, her and Bonnie.' "Well that's ok," Nadia returned the smile. "I'm Nadia Versnavitch."
"Nice to meet you." Elena nodded. "Well let's get going before Bonnie goes grey. She was worried we wouldn't find your place even though she gave imacculate directions." Elena's chuckle was like a soft breeze.
Nadia nodded, "Let's." After locking her door she followed Elena to the car. To Nadia's surprise it was a jet black porsche. For such a small town it was odd to see such an expensive car. There couldn't be a way to make that sort of money in Fells Church. The had to be from out of town, or at least he was. Where from?
When they reached the car Elena held the door for her. Nadia slipped into the backseat with ease. The leather interior had a freshly cleaned shine. The guy in the front seat introduced himself as Stefan while Elena climbed in herself. His bright green eyes seemed to old for someone who looked only nineteen, odd. His black hair was softly brushed back. The smile he offered was strong and confident. His blue button up silk shirt complimented Elena's baby-blue sweat shirt. They had to be a couple; it would be far too strange for them not to be.
"So it's your brother that Bonnie is doing this thing for."
Stefan glanced in the rearview, "Er, yeah."
"I'll hush." Just the tone in his voice said that this was a tender subject, so Nadia was eager to set it aside. She cast her eyes to the passing cemetary. "I hate to talk too much, but is that a church in the cemetary?"
Elena nodded, "That's the old one. It's all delabidated. It's been there since the founding of Fells Church. I wouldn't suggest going there though. I do believe it's condemed." She glanced back at Nadia with a sad smile.
"Looks like it." Nadia grimaced at the gothic style creature that towered in the depths of the cemetary. It was a foreboding presence that haunted her sight. Tearing her eyes away, she looked at the road ahead. The old church still lurked at the back of her mind. It demanded attention like a spider crawling through her very thought process. 'Might have to pay a visit. I could use the spook rush. Something to liven this place up.' She knew Elena had warned her not to go, but Nadia was not always good at paying heed to warnings tossed her way.
