[Hello everyone! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter out. I have relatives that are visiting, and los parentos forced me to go camping with them. And it doesn't help that this computer SUCKS! Well, without further ado, here is the story!]
[DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, except for Brenna. I think.]
Chapter 2
"Michael...that's a nice name." Do I know anyone named Michael? "So what brings you to Detroit?" Even if I don't know anyone named Michael, I'm almost certain I've met this guy somewhere.
"I, uh, business. I work for a hospital." Michael took a sip of his drink. He looked at his watch and feigned worry. "Oh, I have to get going, I'm, uh, late for work. It was nice talking with you." Michael got up and left before Brenna could ask another question. Brenna shook her head and got back to the counter.
"Who was he?" she whispered quietly to herself, "why am I sure I've met him before?" Mr. Beauregard stuck his head out of the back room.
"Did you say something, Brenna? And who was that young man I saw you talking with?" His voice shook Brenna from her thoughts.
"Oh, uh, no I was just talking to myself, and I don't really know who that guy was," she said. He did smell a little odd though. Must be his cologne or something.
The night's business gradually slowed, until there were one or two people in the café at a time. Finally, at nine o'clock, the store closed, sending Brenna walking her way home.
She was still racking her brain, trying to figure out who the mysterious man she had talked earlier was. There was something about him, it was so familiar, but she just couldn't figure it out. Between trying to unravel the mystery of Michael was and focusing on navigating her way home, Brenna could almost feel a pair of eyes, watching her.
A man, hidden in the shadows, watched the young girl depart from the little café on the corner, and he promptly began to follow her, making sure that he was hidden all the while. He was dressed in black from head to toe, and his long, shaggy hair looked ratty and unkempt. It was obvious that he hadn't settled down anywhere for a long time; his clothes were torn in various places. He had a murderous rage in his eyes as he watched the girl walking, most likely to her home.
That bitch is gonna pay for what she did to me.
"I'm home," Brenna called out as she walked through the door. She was greeted happily by Angela.
"How was your day? Anything exciting happen?" Brenna shook her head.
"No not really...," Brenna waved the question off, and then remembered the stranger in the café. "Well...sort of." Angela smiled.
"Well tell me about it!" Brenna rolled her eyes.
God, she tries too hard to be my mom. "I met this guy," Angela's eyes immediately widened, and Brenna rolled her eyes again. "Not in THAT way, but he did seem really, really familiar. He smelled odd too, like he had too much of something on."
Angela's heart dropped. It can't be. "What was his name?"
"It was Michael. I don't know why, but it was like I knew him from somewhere." Brenna turned around to put her backpack away. Angela's eyes went from wide to narrow.
"Well it was probably nothing, probably just a coincidence." Brenna shrugged.
"You're probably right," she sighed as she started walking up the stairs to her room. As soon as she was out of sight, Angela grabbed the phone and furiously began dialing. A male's scratchy voice answered the phone.
"Hello?" Angela sighed with relief.
"For a minute there I thought you weren't going to pick up."
"Angela? Is that you?"
"Yes, Ambrose, it's me. I need you to do me a favor."
Michael walked up to the gate of his house. He punched in the security number and the gate slowly creaked open. He was excited; he had finally seen his daughter, all grown up. It made him want to jump up and down, but he didn't, of course. He opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Selene appeared in the doorway.
"You were gone for a long time. Where did you go?"
I probably shouldn't tell her who I ran into. "I went to a little café downtown, I wanted some coffee." Michael figured she'd probably want to know more.
"What was the name?" Selene was getting suspicious. Michael never stays out for more than an hour, and it had been nearly four hours since he'd left.
"It was Le Café Confortable, I think. I'm not positive." Selene narrowed her eyes and nodded. She made a mental note to check this place out.
An old man stood before her. He was saying something, but she couldn't make it out. Something about taking something away, but giving more, whatever that meant. The next this she saw was the old man picking someone up and throwing him. She got up and tried to run to him, but the old man's reflexes were too quick, and she found herself on the ground. Everything seemed to fast forward, until she saw herself holding a sword. She leaped as high as she could go and brought the sword down on the old man. She turned around quickly enough to see his head split in two and fall to the water below.
Brenna sprang up, falling out of her bed. She wiped the sweat from her face.
"Damn it! Another nightmare. I can't take this anymore." As Brenna was pulling herself up, her light turned on and Angela rushed into the room.
"Brenna are you alright?? I heard a loud thud." Angela rushed to the bed, which Brenna was now sitting on.
"I'm fine, I just had a nightmare and I fell out of bed." Go away I want to sleep. Brenna wanted to say it so badly, but she didn't want to make Angela mad. Lord knows that she did NOT want to make Angela mad.
"A nightmare? Well, you should try and get more sleep. We'll talk more tomorrow." Angela shut the light off and closed the door.
"Ugh, tomorrow," Brenna sighed. She wiped her face again and crawled under the covers. As much as Brenna tried, she couldn't shake the image of the old man with half of a head. It was so grotesque, yet, in the dream, she had felt good what she lobbed it off.
The sooner these nightmares go away, the better.
What had seemed like minutes to Brenna was actually hours in reality, and her alarm clock sounded at six o'clock sharp. She hadn't gotten any sleep since the nightmare had crudely awoken her. Brenna almost regretted plugging her alarm clock back in the previous night, but there was no use pouting now. She dragged herself out of bed and got ready for another boring day. If she hadn't felt like such a zombie, she might have notice the calendar, which read Saturday.
Thump, thump, thump. Brenna stomped down the stairs. Somehow, she had fallen asleep while she was getting ready, and if she didn't hurry, she'd be late for homeroom. The thudding startled Angela, who was making breakfast for her husband, William.
"Brenna? What are you doing up so-"Angela was cut off.
"Can't talk, gonna be late!" Brenna raced around the kitchen, looking for her backpack.
"Late for what?" Angela was puzzled. Has she really forgotten today is Saturday?
"School! Where's my backpack??" Brenna was in a fluster.
"Brenna," Angela intercepted Brenna before she could continue running around the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off, "it's Saturday. Dear, you REALLY need to get some sleep. No more of this nightmare nonsense." Brenna slumped into a chair at the kitchen table and ran a hand through her hair. I think I'm going insane.
"Do you have to work today? I can give you a ride." Brenna nodded.
"It's Saturday, so I work from three to nine. I'm going back to bed." Brenna walked up the stairs clumsily, tripping a few times. She went into her room and didn't bother changing out of the clothes that she had put on earlier. She was out before her head hit the pillow.
Brenna re-awoke at one thirty in the afternoon. She climbed down the stairs again, only to be greeted with a cold breakfast. William and gone to work and Angela was probably off doing one thing or another. That woman always has something to do. Brenna thought as she ate the left over French toast. As soon as she finished, Brenna walked into the living room and flipped on the television. She was bored out of her mind. The next time she looked at the clock, it was two thirty, and she had to be to work at three. She rushed to get her uniform on, and when she looked at the clock before darting out the door, it was a quarter to three.
"Brenna! You are twenty minutes late!" Mr. Beauregard put his hands on his hips.
"I know, I know, Mr. Beauregard. Angie said she'd give me a ride and she didn't show up so I to sprint here. I'm sorry, it'll never happen again!" Mr. Beauregard shook his head.
"I hope that it doesn't." The bell above the door rang. "Come, come, we have customers!" Brenna mentally sighed and got behind the counter. I REALLY should have switched schedules with someone.
The rest of Brenna's day at work went by slowly. There wasn't much business for a Saturday. It must be some holiday that I don't know about. Brenna sat on the stool behind the counter and laid her head next to the cash register. The digital clock on the other side of the room read 7:48 PM, which means that it was getting dark. Brenna started to fall asleep, and if it had not been for the bell above the door, she would have succeeded.
Selene waited for the darkness to come. She wanted to find out what had kept Michael out so long, and why. Selene made up an excuse to go out alone, and Michael, being the trusting person that he is, didn't object. Maybe he knew, maybe he wanted Selene to find out what he had seen, she would probably never know. Nonetheless, at seven thirty, when it started to get dark, Selene ventured out into the streets. She had found the directions to Le Café Confortable online. It wasn't far from Selene and Michael's residence. Selene drove like a madwoman, and she was armed, as usual. It only took about ten minutes to get there. The trip was unnecessary. Had she stayed home, she wouldn't have missed a call from a certain lycan who had ties to a certain teenage girl. However, Selene had made the journey and entered the café. She saw a young girl with her head down, and as soon as she had heard the bell her head jerked up. The girl looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep. It also looked like Selene was looking into a mini mirror. Oh...my...god. The girl wiped her eyes and looked at the clock.
"Hi, is there anything I can help you with? Would you like to try one of today's specials?" The girl forced a smile. For a moment Selene was speechless, which was a new feeling for her.
"Oh, no thank you. I'm just looking." Selene tried to casually browse, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of the girl. She read the name tag, and she knew. She knew that she was looking at her little girl.
Unbeknownst to the two in the café, another pair of eyes was watching.
This is perfect, just perfect. The man smiled malevolently. She'll find out now. No one treats me like that. I am the great Kraven. No one disrespects me. The man made sure his gun was loaded, and he waited until the perfect moment.
[Yay! I finished the chapter! I hope you all liked it. I'm really, really sorry for the lack of updating, I'll be sure to get cracking after this! I hope this wasn't too boring for you guys. Please let me know what you think!]
[DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, except for Brenna. I think.]
Chapter 2
"Michael...that's a nice name." Do I know anyone named Michael? "So what brings you to Detroit?" Even if I don't know anyone named Michael, I'm almost certain I've met this guy somewhere.
"I, uh, business. I work for a hospital." Michael took a sip of his drink. He looked at his watch and feigned worry. "Oh, I have to get going, I'm, uh, late for work. It was nice talking with you." Michael got up and left before Brenna could ask another question. Brenna shook her head and got back to the counter.
"Who was he?" she whispered quietly to herself, "why am I sure I've met him before?" Mr. Beauregard stuck his head out of the back room.
"Did you say something, Brenna? And who was that young man I saw you talking with?" His voice shook Brenna from her thoughts.
"Oh, uh, no I was just talking to myself, and I don't really know who that guy was," she said. He did smell a little odd though. Must be his cologne or something.
The night's business gradually slowed, until there were one or two people in the café at a time. Finally, at nine o'clock, the store closed, sending Brenna walking her way home.
She was still racking her brain, trying to figure out who the mysterious man she had talked earlier was. There was something about him, it was so familiar, but she just couldn't figure it out. Between trying to unravel the mystery of Michael was and focusing on navigating her way home, Brenna could almost feel a pair of eyes, watching her.
A man, hidden in the shadows, watched the young girl depart from the little café on the corner, and he promptly began to follow her, making sure that he was hidden all the while. He was dressed in black from head to toe, and his long, shaggy hair looked ratty and unkempt. It was obvious that he hadn't settled down anywhere for a long time; his clothes were torn in various places. He had a murderous rage in his eyes as he watched the girl walking, most likely to her home.
That bitch is gonna pay for what she did to me.
"I'm home," Brenna called out as she walked through the door. She was greeted happily by Angela.
"How was your day? Anything exciting happen?" Brenna shook her head.
"No not really...," Brenna waved the question off, and then remembered the stranger in the café. "Well...sort of." Angela smiled.
"Well tell me about it!" Brenna rolled her eyes.
God, she tries too hard to be my mom. "I met this guy," Angela's eyes immediately widened, and Brenna rolled her eyes again. "Not in THAT way, but he did seem really, really familiar. He smelled odd too, like he had too much of something on."
Angela's heart dropped. It can't be. "What was his name?"
"It was Michael. I don't know why, but it was like I knew him from somewhere." Brenna turned around to put her backpack away. Angela's eyes went from wide to narrow.
"Well it was probably nothing, probably just a coincidence." Brenna shrugged.
"You're probably right," she sighed as she started walking up the stairs to her room. As soon as she was out of sight, Angela grabbed the phone and furiously began dialing. A male's scratchy voice answered the phone.
"Hello?" Angela sighed with relief.
"For a minute there I thought you weren't going to pick up."
"Angela? Is that you?"
"Yes, Ambrose, it's me. I need you to do me a favor."
Michael walked up to the gate of his house. He punched in the security number and the gate slowly creaked open. He was excited; he had finally seen his daughter, all grown up. It made him want to jump up and down, but he didn't, of course. He opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Selene appeared in the doorway.
"You were gone for a long time. Where did you go?"
I probably shouldn't tell her who I ran into. "I went to a little café downtown, I wanted some coffee." Michael figured she'd probably want to know more.
"What was the name?" Selene was getting suspicious. Michael never stays out for more than an hour, and it had been nearly four hours since he'd left.
"It was Le Café Confortable, I think. I'm not positive." Selene narrowed her eyes and nodded. She made a mental note to check this place out.
An old man stood before her. He was saying something, but she couldn't make it out. Something about taking something away, but giving more, whatever that meant. The next this she saw was the old man picking someone up and throwing him. She got up and tried to run to him, but the old man's reflexes were too quick, and she found herself on the ground. Everything seemed to fast forward, until she saw herself holding a sword. She leaped as high as she could go and brought the sword down on the old man. She turned around quickly enough to see his head split in two and fall to the water below.
Brenna sprang up, falling out of her bed. She wiped the sweat from her face.
"Damn it! Another nightmare. I can't take this anymore." As Brenna was pulling herself up, her light turned on and Angela rushed into the room.
"Brenna are you alright?? I heard a loud thud." Angela rushed to the bed, which Brenna was now sitting on.
"I'm fine, I just had a nightmare and I fell out of bed." Go away I want to sleep. Brenna wanted to say it so badly, but she didn't want to make Angela mad. Lord knows that she did NOT want to make Angela mad.
"A nightmare? Well, you should try and get more sleep. We'll talk more tomorrow." Angela shut the light off and closed the door.
"Ugh, tomorrow," Brenna sighed. She wiped her face again and crawled under the covers. As much as Brenna tried, she couldn't shake the image of the old man with half of a head. It was so grotesque, yet, in the dream, she had felt good what she lobbed it off.
The sooner these nightmares go away, the better.
What had seemed like minutes to Brenna was actually hours in reality, and her alarm clock sounded at six o'clock sharp. She hadn't gotten any sleep since the nightmare had crudely awoken her. Brenna almost regretted plugging her alarm clock back in the previous night, but there was no use pouting now. She dragged herself out of bed and got ready for another boring day. If she hadn't felt like such a zombie, she might have notice the calendar, which read Saturday.
Thump, thump, thump. Brenna stomped down the stairs. Somehow, she had fallen asleep while she was getting ready, and if she didn't hurry, she'd be late for homeroom. The thudding startled Angela, who was making breakfast for her husband, William.
"Brenna? What are you doing up so-"Angela was cut off.
"Can't talk, gonna be late!" Brenna raced around the kitchen, looking for her backpack.
"Late for what?" Angela was puzzled. Has she really forgotten today is Saturday?
"School! Where's my backpack??" Brenna was in a fluster.
"Brenna," Angela intercepted Brenna before she could continue running around the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off, "it's Saturday. Dear, you REALLY need to get some sleep. No more of this nightmare nonsense." Brenna slumped into a chair at the kitchen table and ran a hand through her hair. I think I'm going insane.
"Do you have to work today? I can give you a ride." Brenna nodded.
"It's Saturday, so I work from three to nine. I'm going back to bed." Brenna walked up the stairs clumsily, tripping a few times. She went into her room and didn't bother changing out of the clothes that she had put on earlier. She was out before her head hit the pillow.
Brenna re-awoke at one thirty in the afternoon. She climbed down the stairs again, only to be greeted with a cold breakfast. William and gone to work and Angela was probably off doing one thing or another. That woman always has something to do. Brenna thought as she ate the left over French toast. As soon as she finished, Brenna walked into the living room and flipped on the television. She was bored out of her mind. The next time she looked at the clock, it was two thirty, and she had to be to work at three. She rushed to get her uniform on, and when she looked at the clock before darting out the door, it was a quarter to three.
"Brenna! You are twenty minutes late!" Mr. Beauregard put his hands on his hips.
"I know, I know, Mr. Beauregard. Angie said she'd give me a ride and she didn't show up so I to sprint here. I'm sorry, it'll never happen again!" Mr. Beauregard shook his head.
"I hope that it doesn't." The bell above the door rang. "Come, come, we have customers!" Brenna mentally sighed and got behind the counter. I REALLY should have switched schedules with someone.
The rest of Brenna's day at work went by slowly. There wasn't much business for a Saturday. It must be some holiday that I don't know about. Brenna sat on the stool behind the counter and laid her head next to the cash register. The digital clock on the other side of the room read 7:48 PM, which means that it was getting dark. Brenna started to fall asleep, and if it had not been for the bell above the door, she would have succeeded.
Selene waited for the darkness to come. She wanted to find out what had kept Michael out so long, and why. Selene made up an excuse to go out alone, and Michael, being the trusting person that he is, didn't object. Maybe he knew, maybe he wanted Selene to find out what he had seen, she would probably never know. Nonetheless, at seven thirty, when it started to get dark, Selene ventured out into the streets. She had found the directions to Le Café Confortable online. It wasn't far from Selene and Michael's residence. Selene drove like a madwoman, and she was armed, as usual. It only took about ten minutes to get there. The trip was unnecessary. Had she stayed home, she wouldn't have missed a call from a certain lycan who had ties to a certain teenage girl. However, Selene had made the journey and entered the café. She saw a young girl with her head down, and as soon as she had heard the bell her head jerked up. The girl looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep. It also looked like Selene was looking into a mini mirror. Oh...my...god. The girl wiped her eyes and looked at the clock.
"Hi, is there anything I can help you with? Would you like to try one of today's specials?" The girl forced a smile. For a moment Selene was speechless, which was a new feeling for her.
"Oh, no thank you. I'm just looking." Selene tried to casually browse, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of the girl. She read the name tag, and she knew. She knew that she was looking at her little girl.
Unbeknownst to the two in the café, another pair of eyes was watching.
This is perfect, just perfect. The man smiled malevolently. She'll find out now. No one treats me like that. I am the great Kraven. No one disrespects me. The man made sure his gun was loaded, and he waited until the perfect moment.
[Yay! I finished the chapter! I hope you all liked it. I'm really, really sorry for the lack of updating, I'll be sure to get cracking after this! I hope this wasn't too boring for you guys. Please let me know what you think!]