Chapter Two
Donna tried to get Joseph off, but he doesn't get off. "I told you what would happen, Donna," Joseph growled as he reaches inside his coat for a stake. He held it high and put it through Donna's heart. Donna's face looked like she just been betrayed as she busted into dust. Joseph decided to not dance on her ashes because he needed to make sure if the little girl was ok. He sighed as he walked to the door. He had a lot of explaining to do.
Danielle watched the whole scene from the window. (This is just a nightmare. You'll wake up to find the cute boy, the woman, and the guy with the bad Halloween make-up not here. They will not even exist.) She thought to herself trying to calm herself down, but she had this weird feeling that it wasn't a dream. So lost in thought, Danielle didn't even hear the doorbell ring until the 11th ring. She looked through the blinds to find Joseph out on the pouch getting ready to go. "Wait!" Danielle yelled.
Joseph turned to find Danielle by the door with a worried look on her face. "Thought you weren't home so I decided to leave, even though I saw you slamming the door," he said with a smile on his face.
"Well, you could come inside if you want. My parents don't come home until eleven," Danielle suggested hoping he would say yes. He was the cutest guy she ever seen. Joseph started to get worried. She wasn't even asking why he tackled Donna. He decides to take the chance of going in. She could ask him it the next time he sees her and that could be 20 years from now. (Better now than never) he thought to himself as they walked through the door.
The house was cozy. It had a couple of porcelain dolls on a coffee table, a couch that had a hand knitted blanket over the top, and a nice little TV set. That was only the living room! The dining room had a small table that could seat six and had a very old tablecloth on it. The tablecloth could have been older than Joseph by a couple of years. In the hallway were pictures of Danielle and her family. Joseph really liked the one with her at the age of two when she had make-up all over her face.
They finally sat down on the couch. Joseph was starting to get worried. Danielle hasn't talked since he looked at that picture of her with all that make-up on her face.
"How come you tackle that girl and put a stick in her?" asked Danielle. "How come she turned into dust?" Joseph was worried that she would ask him that. He took a deep breath and said, "Because she was a vampire."
"She was a what?" Danielle asks him.