Back With A Vengeance
Disclaimer - From here on out: see Chapter 1
Notes - Not much on this one. One of my new characters come in, though. YAY! lol. Oh, and I'm not sure how old they were in the movie exactly, but I'm going on the thought that Michael was 18, Sam & The Frog brothers 16. Just so you know.
Ch 2 - New Girl In Town. Damn.
A week later...
Jezebel Atwood groaned when her mother came in and woke her up. She knew why; they were moving and she had to grab the few things that she hadn't packed and get into the truck. She didn't want to; Jezebel didn't want to move, leaving her few friends behind, and she really, really didn't want to get up.
"Come on, Jez...We've got to go." Dani Atwood said, a little harsh so as to make her point.
"Ma! I don't wanna go! I don't wanna leave 'Lissa and Clark!"
"Honey, we aren't going that far. We'll only be a couple of hours from here." Dani said, pulling her daughter's blankets off of her. "Plus, you'll make new friends in Santa Clara."
Jezebel sat up, looking at her mother as if she were a complete nutcase. "Ma, are ya nuts? Do you realize that of the entire seventeen years that we've lived here, that I've only been friends with 'Lissa for six years, and Clark four!"
"Meaning?" Her mother questioned.
"Meaning," The woman's daughter said, "That I was completely alone for eleven years! I had no friends until I was eleven and a half, mom! And that was only one then! I've known Clark sicne I was thriteen. That's only four years! And over those years, 'Lissa, Clark, and I have become real close and now, you're taking that away from us!"
"Jez..." Dani warned.
"Alright, I'll get my shit and get in the truck."
Dani sighed, "I really wish you would stop using such foul language."
That's not foul. Jez thought as she got dressed and grabbed her CDs and CD player. Shit mother fucker God-dammit all to hell that hurt like a bitch! She thought, smiling a little. That's foul language.
A few hours, my ass. Jezebel thought in reference to her mother's earlier comment. We've already been driving for five hours. How much farther do we have? She didn't bother to ask, as she was currently content with listening to her new Sex Pistols CD. Sure, the CD itself wasn't new, but it was new to her, and she liked it.
"Honey," Dani said, tapping her daughter on her arm so she could pause her blaring music to hear her, "We've only got ten minutes before we get to our house, alright?"
Jez nodded. She figured her mom thought that she had paused her music. Well, Dani was wrong. Jezebel had the liberty of being able to read lips, so that's what she did. She never had to stop her music at all, and for that, she was glad.
Ten minutes later, the two were pulling into a long driveway that lead to a beautiful, old Victorian-style, two-story house. Jezebel's eyes were wide. There was no way that this could be there house. "Ma, this can't be our house. You sure you got the address right? I mean...we're like...two minutes from the boardwalk."
"I know, isn't it great?" Dani said, absolutely in love with the house.
"Alright, whatever." The dark-headed girl muttered, grabbing her CDs and things from the front of the truck before rounding to the back and grabbing a box. She set her CDs and CD player on top of the box and slowly made her way towards the house. Jez didn't pay much attention to the looks of the house; she was worried about finding the room she was to claim as hers.
When she reached the hallway at the top of the stairs, which had been hell to go up since she was carrying that box and the stairs twisted, Jez set the box down. With that, she made her way to look in the bedrooms of the hallway. She found the one she liked and went back to her box, picking it up and putting it in that room. She set the box on the floor. As she came out and started to go back downstairs, she shouted, "Found my room! End of the hallway on the right!"
Time was not a thing of the two Atwood women's priority. It was only a couple of hours later, and they had everything inside from the truck, and nearly all of it unpacked. Not everything was in it's special place exactly, but they were close enough to the boardwalk that they could eat out tonight. As she put the last pieces of silverware in a drawer in the kitchen, Dani sighed. "So, what'da ya say, to going and gettin' something ta eat, kiddo?"
"I say, it's about time! And...I need a car."
"Honey, you have one."
"Oh." She said simply before frowning, confused. "Wait...where is it?"
"In the garage..."
"Oh." She frowned again, "Where is that?"
Dani laughed and made a motion for her daughter to follow her. They went through the kitchen into a smaller room--the laundry room by the looks of it--and into a darkened area. Dani turned on the lights and a fairly spacious garage was revealed. Dani's Ford truck was already parked inside, as well as a car that Jez hadn't see before. "This it?" She asked, looking the red Nissan Sentra over.
"Yep." Dani said, hoping that Jezebel liked it. "You like it?"
"Hell yeah!"
Dani sighed, "Jez..."
"I mean...Yeah! It's great!" Jez said, plastering a very obviously fake smile on her face, holding two thumbs up.
Dani rolled her eyes and laughed, "Alright, let's go, kiddo."
"Can I drive it?"
"Well, that is what I planned for you to do with it when I bought it."
Jez grinned. "Alright, let me go get changed. There's no way I'm going out anywhere like this!" She said, indicating her gray, grease-rag-looking t-shirt and jean shorts with her flip-flops. With that, she ran inside and up the stairs to her room.
When Jezebel was ready, she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Where're the keys?" She asked, excitedly, practically bouncing on the balls of of her feet.
Dani chuckled and handed them to her.
Suddenly, as she was about to run out to the garage and jump into her new car, something hit Jezebel. "Wait...we're only two minutes from the boardwalk...why are we driving?" She tossed the keys on the counter. "See ya later. I've got money. I'll do my thing, you do yours, k, Ma?"
Dani shook her head and nodded, "Alright..."
Jezebel had already eaten--nothing special, just a burger at the closest place she had found--and was currently walking aimlessly around. She had her black curls fall down over her shoulders; her gray eyes were accented by black eyeliner and her lips were red as could be and kind of glossy--she used clear gloss, she wasn't into the colored stuff; Jez had dressed in her favorite outfit, which consisted of a black spaghetti top; cuts off just below the breast w/ wrap-around strings wrapping about her stomach in a criss-cross; her pants were faded, hip-hugger blue jeans w/ holes in knees and she was wearing a red and black plaid mini-skirt over them along with her beloved black, latch-clasp combat boots. She was also wearing the necklace she had received from her grandmother and wore all the time; it was a black cross with a dark, blood-red stone in the center of it on a silver chain. Jezebel was very protective of her necklace and never took it off.
Jez sighed and looked around. There wasn't really anything that caught her eye until...A comic book store. She wasn't really into comics--actually, she had never read one in her life--but there was something about this store, some vibe of some kind, that she liked about it. Jez shrugged and crossed the bit of street it took to get to the other side of the sidewalk and entered the store. She walked aimlessly around, skimming titles of comics, having no clue what she was actually doing in the store. Before she could do much of anything, Jezebel found herself being surrounded by two boys that looked to be about her age. One of directly in front of her and the other a little to her right. "Uh...hi." She said awkwardly.
"You lookin' for anything in particular?" Asked the one that was to her right.
"Uh...no, I'm really not sure what I'm doing in the store...I don't read comics."
The one in front of her raised an eyebrow, "You're strange...but so is everyone else around here."
"You live here?" The other one spoke again.
"Just moved. Who the hell are you two?"
"The Frog Brothers." They said together and it sounded as if it were a title of some kind.
The one to her side spoke, "Allan."
"Edgar."
"Ok, and I'm Jezebel...call me Jez, though, it sets better with me."
"I'll give you props. By lookin' atcha, you'd think you'd lived here your whole life." Edgar said.
"That's nice." Jez said in a very dismissive tone. "Anything interesting happen around here?"
"Just a few days ago, we killed a whole group a' vampires." Allan said, both looking and sounding dead serious.
This seemed to perk Jez's interest. "Really? Vampires? Nice."
"You actually believe us?" Edgar asked.
"Of course. What do you think I do?"
"You slay 'em in your hometown?"
"No," Jez said, smirking seductively--though she didn't realize the seductive part, it just happened like that sometimes. "I seduce 'em first...make em want me..." She had taken from the boys' expressions that she had taken a seductive stance of sorts and decided to play with them a bit. She slowly traced her tongue over her lips. "Then..." She paused, looking at each of the boys in turn, directly and provocatively, "I kill them." She said quickly, as if she hadn't just been playing the Seduction Game.
"Wow..." They both said, almost breathlessly.
"Oh, did my Siren abilities kick in? Unless I'm really concentrating, I really can't tell."
The two boys nodded slowly, and heavily.
"Sorry..." She said, feeling a little guilty. At first, it had just been a game, but she really didn't know what she had done. "If we ever meet up again, don't ever think I'm leading you on, unless you can tell, because...It's really hard for me to tell when the Siren in me comes out."
"Oh..." Allan muttered.
"I see..." Edgar was just as speechless as his brother.
"You guys...around here a lot?" They nodded dumbly. "Alright. I guess I'll see you two around, then?" They nodded in the same manner as Jez turned and walked out of the store. Before she had officially left, she turned back to them and waved her fingers. "Later."
When she was gone, the brothers looked at each other, then to the girl's retreating figure, and back at each other. In unison, they whispered, "She's cooool."
Jez was back to her aimless walking, not sure where to go or what to do. She figured she could always just go home, but she didn't feel like it at the moment. She wanted to be out, so she stayed. As she walked around, Jezebel noticed that she kept seeing someone. It was the same person each time, but she never did get a very good look at them. They were moving too quickly. She shrugged it off and started to go down towards a less crowded part of the town. Closer to the beach. Then she saw the person again, but this time, she wasn't going to let them get away. She ran towards the figure and grabbed it's arm. "Are you following me or something?" She asked loudly, harshly turning the person to face her.
"No...We just happen to be going around the same places tonight." He said smoothly.
Jez blinked. Well, that was possible, wasn't it? She wasn't sure. She was too captivated by him at the moment. "I um...sorry." She said stupidly, letting go of his arm. "I...I'm new around here and...I dunno, I guess I'm kinda paranoid, ya know? I mean...new town and all." She shrugged, deciding that was where she needed to stop in her incessant rambling.
The boy in front of her--who was probably a year or two older--just smiled. "That's alright. I understand."
"I'm...probably...keeping you from some party or something, so...I'll...let you go...wherever it is that you are going and...I'll go...I-I mean, not with you, but...um...that way!" She said, pointing somewhere off to her left. "Or...is it...that way?" She muttered, spinning herself around and pointing the other direction. She let her right hand cover both her eyes and sighed. "Oh, shit. I don't even know where my own house is." She turned back to face the boy, "Oh, wow, that must sound dumb to you." Jez sighed and thought to herself, I need to stop rambling and leave this guy alone. Surely he's got places to go, people to see, things to do, etcetera, etcetera...et...cetera. And here I am, a babbling idiot that's keeping him from whatever it is that's on his agenda for the night.
The boy smiled a little, "No....I don't have anywhere specific to go tonight, so...you're not taking up any kind of time that I might have."
"Oh." Jez said densely.
He was still smiling as he said, "So...you know the address to your house?"
Jez hesitated for a moment, confused as to why he was asking, but then she rattled it off. "Yeah...I think that's right..." She said, sounding doubtful.
"Well, you know what the house looks like, right? I'm sure we can find your house. Even if it's not that particular address, I'm sure it's around there somewhere."
"I guess...but I really don't want to go home yet..."
"I know what you mean."
"Your parents a pain in the ass too?" Jez asked as they started walking towards the boardwalk.
"They were."
"Were?"
"Yeah, were. Ran off."
"Oh. I've thought of that, but...my Ma, I'm the only one she's got left."
He nodded, as if he actually understood, even though it was impossible for him to completely comprehend just exactly what Jez meant.
It was around midnight when Jez finally decided she should be getting home. She still didn't really want to, but she knew her mom would start to worry about her otherwise. She and the boy she'd met on the beach had been walking around together, aimless in their destination, for a good three hours. when Jezebel brought it up. "I should really get home...My mom's probably gonna start ta worry if I don't go."
"Alright, we'll need to find your house first, then, now won't we?" He smiled that smooth, enticing smile he had.
Jez smiled back, "I guess that would be the first thing we need to do."
They walked through the boardwalk until they got right outside it. Then, they walked in the direction of the address that Jezebel had mentioned before. The two walked in complete silence, not a sound coming from either of them. The only sounds that existed were that of the people down on the boardwalk and the cars passing them by. It only took them about fifteen minutes before they arrived at the previously mentioned address. Jez squinted into the darkness for a moment. She smiled and nodded, "Yep. I was right."
The boy that had walked with her smiled a bit, "Well, I guess this is the part where we go our separate ways, isn't it?"
"Not yet. Any real gentleman would walk me to the door." She said in a teasing voice.
"Ah, you're right, Mi'lady." He joked back and the two walked up the driveway towards the house.
After they went up the three steps to the porch and the eight steps to the door, Jez opened the screen door and leaned against the doorway. "I think this is the part where we go our own way." She smiled.
"Of course." He said, smiling in return and starting to turn to leave.
"Wait, what's your name?"
"What's yours?"
Jez wasn't one of those 'I asked you first, you tell me.' kind of people, she didn't care about stupid things like that. "Jezebel Atwood. Call me Jez."
"David." Was all that he said.
"See you around, I guess?"
"Meet me where you found me tonight."
Jez was confused. "When?"
"Tomorrow night. Ten-ish?"
"Ok." She smiled. "Tomorrow night it is, then." She said, waving her fingers at him as he walked away. She turned towards the door and swore she heard something drop. She turned back around and saw nothing on the wooden floor, and no traces of David. "Damn. He moves fast."
Notes - Look! It was a real chapter! It wasn't extremely and scarily short! YAY! lol
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Later days,
PFB