Disclaimer: I shalt never own the characters of Holes, yet I have the right to dream that I owneth these characters. Sir Louis Sachar owns the characters of the literature Holes.
A/N: I am dearly sorry this chapter took so long to post, but here it is. The reason I have not been posting chapters on any of my stories is that I have been ill, not fatally, but still, I have missed about 8 days of school because of asthma. But, I'm better, again.
I would like to thank everyone who reviewed my story, and all of my other stories. I should be updating them soon.
Without further ado, here is chapter 3.
Chapter 3: Boys of D-tent
Once the boots were strapped tightly around my ankles, I rose and left the little cabin in my new attire. The Doc was standing outside and the pervert was nowhere in sight. He motioned for me to follow as he led the way to one of the many diarrhea green tents that lined the perimeter.
"This will be your home for…" he paused, looked at me for an answer, but just added instead, "While you're here." I gave a dry laugh and walked into the tent after Doc.
"The boys are out digging, so you'll just have to wait here until they return." Doc smiled, and then turned and left the tent.
The minute the flap had engulfed him; I plopped back down onto my cot, and closed my eyes.
Images of a man flew to my mind. His hair was smooth, flowing, and black, as my own. His eyes flashed a violent green, the same eyes as the boy I had saw at the funeral, and I recognized his smile. It was suspicious, mysterious, and all around despicable. I had seen that smile. In history books, I'd saw it on the faces of dictators and terrorists. In story books I'd had saw that smile on the mouths of villains. At school I had saw that smile on the faces of my enemies. I had even seen that smile in the mirror, reflecting on my own expression.
I shook my head, erasing my father's face from my mind, wishing I could wash it away from my memory. If only I hadn't ever had to look at those pictures, his face would not haunt my mind.
Just as I was thinking about that, someone spoke behind me.
"Well, well, well." A deep voice said.
I jumped and spun around to see three boys standing in the open of the tent, and another sitting on a cot, looking like he had been there for a while.
The three boys were tall. The speaker was wearing dirty glasses and smirking suggestively. The boy to his left was very, um, round. He had a tough look on his face, as if to say, "Don't mess with me." The finally boy had dark blonde hair, and was chewing a piece of, uh; grass maybe, with a stupid grin on his face.
"What do we have here?" The guy with the glasses asked. Absentmindedly, I had backed away, and my knees had hit the cot next to mine.
"Looks like a girl to me." The fat one said, started to smile now.
"A purtty girl." Said the blondish one. I scoffed.
"What do you want?" I said, sounded more terrified than tough, as I had hoped for. I cursed myself for being a wimp, and vowed to solve that problem later.
"We could ask you the same question." The blind one said, (alright, blind was a little harsh, but seriously, how could he see anything out of those glasses) and then added as he threw a large plastic carton onto a cot. "What's your name?"
"Cen…" I almost slipped, but I caught myself. "Tori."
"Well, hello Miss Tori." The fat one sat on his cot and it sunk down a few inches. " Why you here?"
"Its a long story that I don't really feel is your business." I snapped at him. Better, I thought, now I don't sound too much like a wimp.
"Hey, calm down missy, we were just wondering." The fat one said, holding his hands up in defeat.
"Wondering what? How to get into my pants?" I shot back. Ooh, I thought again to myself, much better.
"Well..." The blondish one started, but the blind kid stopped him.
"What he means is, we were just trying to figure out who the new meat is. So, just calm down, we ain't gonna hurt ya." He walked over to her and offered his hand. " I'm X-ray." His smile was slightly friendly, but mostly sly. She rolled her eyes and put out her hand, and he grabbed it and kissed it.
"EW!" she screamed as she jumped away from him. "Keep your perverted hands off me!" she cried. The guys were laughing.
"ARGH!!" I cried in frustration and plopped onto my cot, hugging my knees to my chest, hoping that I could blink and it would all just go away. So, I tried it. I blinked, but when I opened my eyes, there were more of them.
One was extremely tall with wild blonde locks while the other was tan with short, stubby black hair. At first, they didn't notice me, but then the tall one looked at me and jumped, making me jump and tumble off my cot.
Smooooth…
"WE'RE BEING ATTACKED!!!" The tall one screamed as he held his milk carton in front of him to defend himself. "Don't worry, I know for a fact that vampires cant' stand plastic!"
"Zig, where the hell did you hear that?" The round one asked.
"SHH!! You might provoke her!" Zig said, slowly walking toward her.
"And that would be a bad thing?" The first blonde one said, and that's when I stood.
"HEY!"
"AGHHHH!!" Zig yelled, throwing his carton at me, even if it missed by a mile and a half. I folded my arms as I watched Zig try to hide himself behind the tan kid.
"Back away slowly, guys, before she bites you!" He said, backing away and trying to pull them with him.
"I wanna be bit!" the blonde one said, walking toward me.
"NO! Squid, you're falling under her spell!!" Zig said, pushing the tan kid aside.
"You got that right!" Squid said.
"Don't come any closer!" I cried, brandishing Zig's milk carton.
"NO!!!" Zig screamed "I'LL SAVE YOU!!"
Before my feeble and deeply confused mind could speed up and comprehend anything that was happening, Zig jumped about three feet and tackled Squid to the floor, to "save him".
"GET OFF ME!!" Squid said, thrashing about under the giant. Zig quickly got off of him and helped him up, making sure to guide him away from me. I couldn't see myself, but I could feel my eyebrows rising into my hairline and my mouth dropping open. Confusion was taking over me, and the headache was just around the…
"OWW!!" I cried, falling to my knees, hands grasping my skull. Everyone in the room froze as all eyes focused on me. I crawled slowly to my cot and rested my head on the…well…. I think it was supposed to be a mattress. My mind scrambled to figure and put into understandable terms what had just happened, when I distantly heard the flap open and Doc's voice interrupting my interpretation session.
"What the hell is going on in here?" He asked, calmly yet sternly in his own special way.
"Nothing, just a bi-"
"She's a vampire." Zig said very casually, pointing one finger at me, all curled up on my cot by now. Slowly I sat up, looking and feeling extremely annoyed.
"He's a leprechaun." I said just as casually pointing back at Zig.
"How could he be a leprechaun," the tan kid pondered, his voice heavily accented. "Ain't they really short?"
I slammed my head back down on my pillow, seriously considering biting Zig.
"Well…if any of you want something to eat, I suggest you hurry." Doc said, and then left without another word out of his pathetic mouth.
The blind guy led the way as most of the boys filed out of the tent. I opened my eyes and seen Zig standing there.
"What?" I asked, wishing he would just disappear. "I promise I'm not after your lucky charms." I chuckled at my own joke, but he didn't move.
"Have you ever met a leprechaun?" He asked. I laughed, but when I looked at him, everything about his face was very serious.
"No, I'm sorry." I sighed, feeling guilty for mocking him. Obviously there was something wrong in his attic, if you get what I mean. But then I felt guilty for that; maybe he just liked to believe in that kind of stuff. After being betrayed my whole life, I had trouble believing in anything.
"Do you really think I'm a vampire?" I asked, standing up from my cot. He looked at his feet.
"Maybe." He said it so quietly I almost didn't it catch it.
"Can vampires eat?" I asked, walking towards him.
"Anything but garlic."
"Well..." He looked up in horror as he seen me standing close to him.
"Yes?" he gulped, preparing himself for the worst.
"Can you move?" He opened his eyes and looked behind him, seeing he was blocking the flap.
He jumped aside and out of the way.
"Thanks." I said, smiling for the first time in a while, and then exiting the tent. Moments later I heard him leave to, walking a safe distance behind me.
Author's Note: I know it's been forever since I updated, but here it is!! Chapter Three!! I hope you like it, and please tell me if I should even bother continuing this story. Toodles!