The Scooby Gang

Book Two:

Homecoming

Chapter three:

How Can You Say?

"You're very diplomatic when you want to be," Spot told me bitterly at breakfast.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Blink questioned in my defense.

"Exactly what he said," Mike began, "She needs to quit starting trouble,"

"'Scuse me? I start trouble? I wasn't the one who dragged myself out into the center of the yard! I was trying to keep people from getting killed,"

"Didn't do a very good job then did you?" Mike said, taking a sip from his goblet.

"I wasn't the one who yelled shoot to kill now was I?" I countered, taking a bite of my bacon.

"No," Spot said, "That would have been me," He stated this as if it justified it. It was almost as if Mike had said it then it wouldn't have been wrong, but if he said it then it would be okay.

"Well then how exactly was I starting trouble? Hm?" Spot narrowed his eyes. Ah. That means he thinks I should know what I've done wrong but I didn't actually ever do anything.

"Good coffee," Specs said over another one of Dutchy's books. Adrienne smirked. It seemed he was the only one who totally missed the argument.

"Yes," Joe said, "quite," Race looked as if he wanted to laugh, but thought it might get him smacked and Pie eater was covering his mouth to keep quiet. Taylor, Jordan, and Scott were exchanging looks.

"Something funny?" Mike asked.

Race lost it. Lost. It.

Taylor almost choked on his breakfast and Adrienne was shaking. Then entire table save for Spot Mike and Specs erupted in laughter.

Once we had all calmed down, I gently pushed my chair away from the table and headed for the library to look at a book I remembered about protection spells.

"Eureka!" I screamed about lunchtime. I had found exactly what I was looking for. And it was an easy spell too! It only called for one thing.

More jewelery for Racetrack... and the rest of the family too.

"So, all we have to do is get pieces of jewelery, no Race, you cant use the amulet, and bless it."

"And that keeps us safe?" Adrienne piped up.

"Yes, well, it should." I replied.

"What the hell do you mean 'should'?" Mike questioned.

"Oh pipe down," Blink yelled.

"Jesus, has anyone noticed that Charlie has been through all this bullshit? Does anyone understand the fact that if Morris hadnt been shot, it might have been one of us? I am so unimaginably sick of all of you constantly dogging her. Now if you dont want to try the fucking necklace, then die!" he finished. He had only just realized what exactly he was saying and that everyone was staring at him when he sat back down. Pie Eater looked so proud he might burst.

"Anyhow, the necklaces are supposed to be connected. As in, we have to find something, break it, and turn it into..." I pointed my way around the table, counting. "13 necklaces,"

"Well, lucky number thirteen," Blink said, glancing out into the hallway. I knew exactly what he was looking at. The zodiac.

"Joe, would you like to accompany me into the woods this evening, I think I have an idea for what we could use," He nodded. If there was anything that could be said about vampires is that they are all amazingly graceful.

"So, next full moon is when the spell should be it's most powerful..."

"Tomorrow evening," Jordan said.

"Thanks," I smiled at him and he blushed.

"Anyhow, tomorrow, we need to get our necklaces and put them on chains of pure silver, Spot, that's your department. Take Jack." I couldnt stop myself. I just started handing out assignments.

"Alright, Spot and Jack: chains, Myself and Joe: Branches, The Brothers Grimm," I paused to look at Racetrack, Pie Eater, and Specs "And Blink, you get to find me some quartz," I looked around the table again.

"Scott, Taylor, can I get you two to draw me a circle of salt in staircase hall?" They nodded.

"And Jordan, rustle me up two candles, one black one white. Adrienne, I need to borrow that mirror of yours..." I looked around once more to see if there was anyone I was forgetting, then at the spell. Mike cleared his throat.

"Oh, Mike. Grab that sage in the kitchen and a bowl of water," I gave another curt nod, replaced my satin bookmark and slammed the book shut, adjourning the meeting... and dinner.

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Alright. This spell is from a wiccan website, and if it's totally bogus, I apologize. I respect every single religon out there and would never EVER make a mockery of one.

I know it seems like this 'family' does a lot of fighting, but dont worry, although they meander every once in a while, they really do love eachother. They gotta.

I'm still taking...what am I talking about, I'm ALWAYS taking character suggestions.

And one more thing. I dont have word, so I cant actually tell how long a certian chapter is. But I hope they're full enough for your enjoyment.

Much Love.