Wow...Well, all I can say is that I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. If you have ever had and trouble with siblings, maybe you can give me some feedback as to how this develops.
Chapter 11
Paul's Pov
"It's okay. I've got ya." With that Brooke was out. Now how am I going to get around this? Say 'Brooke, chill out. I'm just a vampire. It's no big deal.'
She'd have a conniption fit.
"Now what do we do?" Marko asked as I flew back up to them. "Kill her? Turn her?"
"Neither." I said.
"We'll figure something out." David shrugged, pulling out a cig. I nodded and we went back to the bikes. Brooke must've really been freaked out because she didn't stir on the drive back to the cave. Pulling up to the bluff we were on guard. There was a nice convertible parked close to the stairs. Well isn't this just great. Looking down, I noted that having Brooke here wouldn't help the situation.
Being ready to pounce, we quietly made our way down the stairs and into the lobby. It smelled like cheap alcohol and aftershave. But most of all, it smelled like death. Vampires.
'Is this who Max told us about?' I asked, turning to David.
'Could be.' He answered with an authoritive tone. Coming into the light I saw that there were five of them. They were lounging about on our couches nonchalantly, but there was one of them that was obviously the leader. He was sitting in David's chair. Bad move. Shit's gonna go down now.
The guy had a shit load of tattoos and snake bites, but he looks pretty weak. They were all like the Surf Nazis…just undead. Gross.
They all looked like amateurs if you ask me.
"You know, it's rude to let yourselves into our home." David said, standing straight, his voice cold.
"We just wanted to meet the locals." The guy in the wheelchair said, sticking his head up. The others nodded. "I'm Chester by the way." He added.
'Because I care about his terrible name.' I scoffed in my head. Mentally, Marko laughed. Turning to him I saw his signature Cheshire grin.
"David. These are the guys." David said, gesturing to us. I caught a glance at Dwayne, who I could tell was scouting out the intruders. "Now you know the locals. So why are you really here?"
"We were actually thinking of staying in town for a while, and wanted to see where you guys stand." Chester said boredly.
"People are starting to get suspicious of all the deaths. If you want to stay you'll get killed." David said with a smirk.
"Is that a threat?" One of the guys on the couch asked with a dumb expression.
"It's a promise." David corrected. Chester raised an eyebrow and slowly stood up.
"Okay, okay we'll go…" he drifted off, and then caught sight of Brooke, who was still in my arms. "If we can get her." He finished. Hell no.
"No. Leave her alone." David said. The guy shrugged.
"Come on, one measly snack is all I want."
"Then find another." I bit out.
"Ooh. Defensive much." Chester grinned, and then turned to David. "I want her. Then we'll go. You can get another girl you lovesick puppy." He concluded with a smirk, and he and the others flew out of the cave.
David turned to me and sent a 'what the hell' look my way.
"Dude, you like her." Marko grinned.
"Did you take some of my stash?" I asked, feigning shock. "You know expensive that stuff is, man?" Out of the corner I saw Dwayne's head shoot up. What's his deal?
"Don't change the subject Paul. Even that parasite could see it." David began.
"Chill out you guys. I don't like her." I said, looking down at Brooke. "I should probably get her out of here though."
"Don't feed her to the wolves. The Surf Nazis could still be there." David grinned.
"Wolves? I'll show you a wolf! Ooooooooow!" I yelled out. I can kick Surf Nazi butt any day!
"Shut up you idiot!" Marko rushed out. Oh crap! Looking down Brooke was tossing her head around slowly. She's waking up!
"Shit shit shit shit!" I rushed out as I made my way over to the deserted bed far off in the corner of the cave. I quickly set her down and dashed to the other side of the cave, almost running into Dwayne.
"Relax." He laughed. "She's out of it."
"Do you think she'll remember it?" I asked, jumping over the back of one of the couches to sit down.
"You worry too much man." Marko grinned. "If we act it off then she'll think nothing's wrong."
"And how should we do that?" I questioned. Dwayne smirked.
"Get your stash."
Brooke's Pov
I woke up with a headache. Great start to the day. I tossed over on my bed and came to know the floor very well.
"Ugh." I groaned and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the dazed feeling I had.
That wasn't my bed.
I'm not at home.
I'm at the cave.
Shit.
Looking down, all of my clothes were on. That's got to be a good sign. Slowly I stood and stretched out. How am I still here? And what's that smell?
"Hello?"
No answer.
"Guys?" I asked again. Silence. Whatever.
I walked around the dimly lit cave and came to the fountain. There were butts of joints all over it…that must be the smell. Wait; I've never smoked pot, right? Instead of wasting time thinking about that, I noticed that on the edge there was a note, scribbled on with red ink.
'Wasn't last night fun? I had a blast! Will you stay till we get up? –Paul'
I shook my head and looked around. What did we do last night? I remember leaving my house with Paul, making fun of his hair, and…and…
"What the hell did we do?" I asked to myself, frustrated. After storming around for another minute I took the opportunity to really take a look around the place. There were pictures, games, books, and lots of memorabilia from the boardwalk. I slumped on the couch and noticed a copy of "Lord of The Flies" laying there. Such a terribly sad and gross book. It was only about little boys killing one another. Nonetheless I shook my head. I have better things to do than just sit here all day! Standing up, I followed the light of the sun and quietly made my way out of the cave.
On my way to town I decided that it would be better if I didn't go home quite yet, and instead chose to make my way down to the comic shop. Quickly I realized that it probably wasn't a good idea to have been in the sun all day yesterday because my skin was on fire! I was as red as a lobster. Sticking to the shade I made my way to the shop.
"Mo!" I exclaimed once I entered. Maybe she can tell what was wrong when she left yesterday.
"Yeah. Hi there." She smiled and came out from the back. She was wearing a neon outfit that could've put the sun out of business.
"Nice outfit." I laughed, and she shook her head, her mouth open. "What?"
"Woah." She said. "Dude, you look like shit." I grinned sourly.
"I couldn't go home last night; it was filled with Surf Nazi's."
"Eww." She said with distaste and I nodded. "You know, you could've come here for the night."
"Thanks." I smiled.
"Come with me, Brooke." She said, and before I could ask questions she grabbed my hand and half-dragged me to her room.
"Mo-" I started, but she shushed me.
"You need different clothes. Chill out." She smiled. Oh crap.
A half an hour later and I was still trying on her clothes. Nothing was good enough. And another half an hour after and we were finally getting somewhere…or so she told me. I didn't think so. After what seemed to take forever she said that I was good to go.
"Really?" I asked. Are we really done? Mo nodded. Yes! She pushed me out of her room, down the hall, and to the bathroom to see what she had created. I slapped a hand over my mouth after I had seen what she had done.
I was in blue ripped shorts, biker boots, and a bright purple off-the-shoulder top. So simple! Why would it take an hour to do that? Half of me wanted to tell her that it shouldn't take that much time, but the other half told me to keep my mouth shut because when looking at her, she seemed utterly pleased with what she had done.
"Thanks." I said instead, and she smiled.
"How bout some makeup?" Mo asked and I shrugged my shoulders. Then I remembered why I had come there in the first place. "Yeah, go for it." She pulled out a bag and told me to sit on the sink counter, which I silently obliged to.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked after a minute.
"Sure, what's up?"
"What was going on last night? I know that something wasn't right." She frowned, but after a moment it turned into a smirk.
"There are some bad elements around here Brooke."
"Care to explain?" I asked and she nodded, going back to finish my makeup.
"Promise not to laugh?" I raised an eyebrow, but she didn't seem fazed.
"Promise." I agreed after a moment. Instead of telling me what was going on, she yelled to her brothers and they came into the bathroom too.
"Comic book." She said simply and they were off. A moment later they were back with a couple of comics.
"Mo, what's this?" A comic book freaked her out? Come on.
"Brooke, there are vampires in Santa Carla. Oh, and you're all done." She said calmly.
"Lovely. And Paul and his friends are the undead." I said with a straight face…then in broke out into a goofy grin. I mean, come on! Vampires?
"She's telling the truth." Her brother, Edgar said.
"And how do you know this?" I asked. Mo frowned again.
"Missing person flyers. No serial killer could do that. There's just something about those guys that isn't right, and I got worried." I shook my head and she took the comics from her brothers and handed them to me. "Look, I know you don't believe me-"
"Mo. Of course I don't." I cut her off. "There are no such things as vampires." She nodded.
"Sure. Can you do me a favor though?"
"What do you mean?" I asked worriedly.
"Read these." Looking down the comics were titled 'Vampires Everywhere' and 'Destroy All Vampires'. Come on, give me a break.
"Brooke." I looked up. "Please." She said. There was something about the way she was talking or the look in her eyes that told me to trust what she was saying and I numbly nodded.
"They could save your life." Alan added.
"If you want to, you can go. It's a shitload to take in." Mo said, "You can bring the clothes back later." She smiled. What the heck is going on? One minute she's going off about vampires and the next she acts like nothing is the matter. "Just please read the comics." I nodded again and shimmied my way out of the bathroom, down the hall, and to the shop. I thought of putting the comics back on the shelf, but for some weird reason I shook off the idea and left the shop with the comics in hand. With a new desire for something to eat I set off to find some food…but lucky lucky me. I didn't have any money. Instead I decided to take a walk down to the beach.
Bad mistake.
I was walking in the direction of the Surf Nazis and if looks could kill I'd be doomed. The guys held onto their girls protectively and the girls had their noses in the air looking as if I didn't deserve to even be around them…Wow. One day and a lot has changed. Speaking of change I spotted Taylor without Collin and without second thought walked over to her.
"Brooke." She said coldly. Wait…what? "I'm disappointed in you. Hanging out with the scum of the earth. You're better than that."
"What?" I questioned, shocked as hell.
"It's okay though, I still love you and you can still join us." Hold the phone. SHE is disappointed with ME? What kind of psycho world am I living in?
"Can I talk to you alone?" I asked her. She rolled her eyes and nodded, and we walked over to the edge of the water.
"Taylor." I said, though it came out more like a question. I looked to her and took in her wardrobe choice. A skimpy bikini, big hair, plastered on makeup, and long colored nails.
"Yes Brookie?" she asked, her voice higher than normal.
"What's happening?" I asked her, my voice cracking. For a moment I thought I saw a look of regret in her eyes, but out of nowhere it looked like her demeanor changed.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I've barely seen you since we've come back home. It's like you're not my sister anymore, Taylor." I said anxiously.
"I think you need to relax. I'm just having some fun."
"Fun." I said to myself. She nodded.
"Yeah, no harm done." She waved it off. No harm done? Seriously?
"Ok, ok. Taylor, what happened last night?"
"I don't know about you, but I had a lot of fun." She grinned.
"Sleeping around, right?" I asked sarcastically and she put a hand on her hip.
"It's my business and my life and you still need to just relax."
"Stop telling me to relax, Tay. Don't you remember why we came here in the first place? Do you want to end up like Mom and Dad?" I don't want to be a parent, but come on! Does she want to wind up getting hurt? Being dead? Does she want that all because she hangs out with a bunch of punks and wannabees? Because she'll be down on her guard?
"Get over yourself, Brooke." She said snippily. "I can take care of myself. I don't need you, or Mom, or Dad. I'm perfectly fine with Collin."
"Stop being this fake bitch and go back to being my sister, Taylor." I said boldly.
SLAP
I clung to my cheek and took a step back. She slapped me...Taylor slapped me.
"Go jump off of a bridge." Taylor said, turned, and stormed off to her group, who were cheering her on. Wait, jump…off a bridge. I jumped off of a bridge. I jumped off of a freaking bridge…and I'm alive? How the hell is that possible? It all came back.
"It's about time you ditched her, Tay-Tay." I heard one of the girls, Arilyn, squeal. That brought me out of my thoughts. Give me a break. Instead of going back I stormed off into the other direction. Marko was right, Taylor is a lost cause.
My thoughts quickly came back to me…I fell off of a bridge. I should be dead? What the heck? I was brought out of my thoughts again by the roar of motorcycles. Great, just the guys I needed to talk to. I walked over to them as they got off of their rides.
"Hey girl, couldn't wait for us now could ya?" I heard Marko ask. Instead of answering I walked past him to Paul who seemed as curious as ever.
"What's up Brooke?" He asked. I shook my head, grabbed his hand, and pulled him off down to the beach. Once away from the crowds I turned towards him and let his hand go.
"Want a little alone time sweetheart?" he asked cockily.
"Paul." I said, not ready to play his games. He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"I jumped off of a bridge. No, I fell off of a freaking trestle." Quickly his curious face grew to one of pure amusement. His grin was wide.
"How about we get some dinner?" He offered, not fazed by my frustrated and confused behavior. What the heck? Why is he changing this? Looking his way, all I saw was a crazy smirk. What is he planning?
Well, have fun figuring out what type of 'dinner' Paul is talking about. ;) I'll try and update before school starts, but until then, let me know what you guys think. Much love -Crimsonsky132