A/N Hey guys I'm back to bring anther Whitechapel Adventures story If you haven't read the first story yet please do if you want to understand what's going on as usual I don't own My Babysitters a Vampire I just made the story everything except my OC"s belongs to they're respected owners.
Prologue
We've all had pets, the furry companions that warm our hearts in our time of need the ones we welcome into the family. And when they die, it is the sadist thing in the world. The feeling of grief and wishing we would do anything to bring them back, but I'm warning you do not, and I mean do not ever attempt to bring anything back from the dead. Cause if you do you would be making the same mistake my best friend Benny Weir made and today I will tell you the tale of how me and my friends learned that some things are best left for rest.
The story I'm about to tell you took place eight years ago, I was ten-years-old at the time.
"Well, Benny another fine mess you've gotten us in." Esamanda said, walking behind her comrades her best friend Lizzy and our new friend Rory Keaner "I don't get paid enough to do this, one minute we're studying at Whitechapel high the next we're dealing with vampires and undead animals." She said, "Well, think on the bright side Ezzy, at least we'll save thousands on medical bills." Lizzy joked, "You know when a girl dog dies you give her a hug, a friendship bracelet or better yet get her a new dog. But nooo, Benny just had to bring Della's dog back from the dead, and now the entire town is danger again." Esamanda said, annoyed, "Don't worry girls, at least you got a strong vampire ninja to protect you." Rory said, bushing his blond bangs out of the way, "Yeah, that a problem in itself." Esamanda teased,
"Alright, we have a tape recorder with the flutes song on repeat, we have some anti-potion and emergency holy water for emergency's and two super-speed hats in case we need to make more distance from those furry fiends." Esamanda explained, "Well, this is the sight of the spill. Let's do this guys." Lizzy said, "I'm on it." Rory said, turning on the tape player "nothing's happening." Lizzy said, "Maybe it's not working." Esamanda suggested, "No, we can hear the music, maybe they're too far away to hear it." Rory said, "See I told you we should have just played the flute ourselves." Esamanda said, "Here let me take a look, maybe it's not loud enough." Esamanda said playing with the tape player.
As they were doing that Lizzy's antenna shot up "uh guys?" But Rory and Esamanda didn't hear her "guys? Guys!" She shouted, "What?" They asked, "Look." Lizzy said, pointing to the red glowing eyes hiding in the trees and bushes. "Well, at least we know the music worked." Rory said, nervous seeing all the eyes on them, "Ya think?" Esamanda said, "Uh guys, I think it's time to run!" Lizzy screamed as they ran, but as they looked back, they saw a little puppy leading the pack of undead animals.
Ok, I'm getting ahead of myself, you're probably really confused as to why my three friends are running from creatures of unimaginable horror. You also probably don't even know who we are if you're new here go back and read my last story if you aren't then welcome back but ether way I can assure there is a logical explanation for this.