Byrneshadow- Thanks!:) And there's a reason why it's going so quick...but that's for me to know and for you to find out. Haha I feel bad for Edgar, too now =P Well, on to Chapter Five!
Chapter Five: Secrets, Secrets...
The tension in the room was obvious. The two were completely silent, only glancing at the other every now and then.
Not able to handle the silence any longer, Natalie tried to start a conversation.
"Soooo...um, when did you and your brother start killing vampires?" She asked.
'Typical vampire question...find out the secrets then destroy.'
"As if I'd tell a bloodsucker," He replied, turning away from the window he was looking out of to look her in the eyes.
Natalie sighed. It was hopeless to try and talk to him. "I thought we proved I'm not a vampire."
"Even if you're human, you could be a spy. Pretty much counts as being one of them."
"Edgar, I''m not friends with vampires. Trust me, I wouldn't want to be a friend of theirs'." She put her arm on the counter, resting her hand on her cheek.
Edgar looked up at it, wondering if she planned to take him out or not. But, instead he saw something important to his theory. There was a decently sized scar on her wrist. It resembled something a burn victim would get.
Noticing his staring, Natalie put her other hand on top of her wrist, hiding the scar from eyesight.
"Hiding something?" Edgar questioned, still determined to prove it was related to vampires.
"No, just..old memories, that's all." She replied.
Edgar nodded and continued wondering about her.
'Holy water...use holy water...' A voice-the voice- said.
Edgar turned to Natalie, who had taken no notice of it.
"Did you just hear that?" He asked her.
"Hear what?" She replied nervously.
"Nothing...probably just the wind."
'The burn! Prove yourself correct, Frog. Use holy water on it!' The voice echoed in the boy's ears.
He noticed then the small glass of holy water on the counter. Moving his arm sharply towards it, he knocked it over and it spilled on Natalie's wrist.
She gasped in pain, wincing away her wrist as the water touched it. A sizzling sound was coming off of it, and the skin smoked.
Edgar's eyes grew wide. She was a vampire!
"I knew it!" He shouted. "You're trying to kill us!"
He reached his hand quickly over to his stake he carried last night and dove for her, tackling her to the ground.
"Get off me! I'm not a vampire! How many times do I have to tell you that?" She shouted, trying to push him off. But his strength was larger than hers, and he kept her pinned to the ground with a stake pointed right at her heart.
"Explain, then! not like it will make any difference, though." He said back.
"Listen, Edgar, I know you don't trust me...like at all, but I need to trust you with this one little thing, ok?" Natalie's voice was calm while she talked, and she didn't wait for a reply to continue talking. "I used to be a halfer. That scar is from holy water, and it never healed right since I was a vampire. It reacts to holy water still. It was David who turned me and my brother. But, since you, Alan, Sam, and Michael defeated the head vampire, I've been human. I didn't tell any of you because I was afraid this would happen. And Alan wouldn't like me..."
Edgar pulled the stake away and got off of the previous half-vampire.
"So I was right, right?" He asked.
Natalie nodded, rubbing her wrist as she got off the floor.
"Can you please not tell anybody about this?" She pleaded.
"I won't. Just don't try anything, or I'll stake you. I swear I will."
Natalie managed a laugh at this. "I know you will."
"You only caught me because I tripped on the boardwalk," Sam said outside.
"They're coming. Make it look like we were getting along perfectly, like none of this ever happened." Natalie whispered.
An idea came into his head, and Edgar went over to the counter and started cleaning up the holy water with a towel.
"Damn birds...why can't they catch their own food instead of flying in the windows?" He said.
Natalie went along with it and started laughing. "Maybe sandwiches sounded better than fish."
"Well maybe an arrow sounds better than a sandwich," Edgar grumbled.
Alan and Sam walked in the house then. Listening to their conversation, Alan was glad that the two were getting along. Maybe by now his brother had given up on the thought that she was a vampire and decided to just let it go.
"Alan! You're back!" Natalie said, going up to Alan.
While Sam demanded a rematch with Alan, the voice returned to Edgar's head.
'You have to get them away from each other...remember, get rid of any threat. Stay together through everything...'
"Glad to see you and Nat are finally getting along," Alan said, cutting off the voice from further speaking.
"What? Oh, yeah. I guess she's really not a vampire is she?" Edgar replied to his brother.
"You should always listen to the older brother." Alan mocked.
Edgar chuckled. "You're older by what? A minute?"
"Minute and a half," Alan corrected.
"Smartass," Edgar mumbled.
Alan playfully punched his brother's shoulder and Edgar punched back.
"I'm smarter 'cause I'm older." Alan landed one last punch on his brother before Natalie noticed the time and spoke.
"If we're going to pick up clothes and such, we better go now. We have," She glanced at Edgar's watch. 8:26. Geez, time seemed to go faster here. "We have about an hour of sunlight left, then we have to get back here before they find us."
"Yeah, let's head out." Sam said, and everyone left the old house and went straight for the boardwalk.