Chapter Six: Murder The Hope.
"Those of strong character, those who are born true warriors."
I waited in my room in silence, on the floor, my arms around my legs. I could hear my breath going in and out, it was the loudest thing in the room.
My window was pulled open, there stood Ian.
"C'mon," he said, pulling me harshly to him.
"Where's Josue?" I asked, as he put me on his back.
"Busy, it got bad, Josue didn't want you here alone."
I pulled my arms around Ian's neck, it made been three months, three long months.
Full of things I never expected.
Josue, he was one.
Our relationship, that was second.
Then there was my family, they still questioned him.
Still.
After three months.
Tonight, I thought was just another alarm, there was a vampire in the area, really close.
Josue hadn't come, but Amany had texted the warning.
The feeling of having Josue in danger felt bad, it felt like something was throbbing in my chest. I felt scared, I felt the wild go through my hair, whipping it back.
Ian wasn't wearing a shirt.
After a few minutes, he set me down in Amany's house, closing it and leaving.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder in the dark room.
"Shh! Don't scream, it's me," Amany whispered.
"Geez! You almost made me pee!" I said, following her towards the basement.
"It's better if we get our sleep," she suggested, closing the door to the basement.
How could I sleep?
Josue was still out there.
Right now, it was the start of their reason.
Those things.
I closed my eyes, trying not to imagine them.
Amany took the small bed, so I took the couch, covering my whole body with the blanket.
It felt hot under there, no way for cool air to enter. I felt safe, I felt like Josue was here.
My eyes shot open, I'd heard a creak noise.
I closed them, tightening them as hard as I could.
I felt a warm hand on the thigh.
"Sorry, I just wanted to see if you were there," Josue said, sitting on the couch.
He pulled me into his lap, wrapping the blanket around me.
I curled up into him, feeling his heat.
"You're all sweaty," I pointed out.
"That bitch ran fast," he said, hugging me.
"Is-is it gone?" I asked.
"For now," he said.
"Josue, I'm scared."
"It's okay, just don't think about it."
"Was it ugly?" I asked.
"I don't want to describe it."
"Just do it."
"It was missing an eye, it had scars around it's face, it was ugly, Jenna," he said, kissing my hair.
"The others?" I asked.
"Trey is right there, the others are crashing in the living room."
He didn't talk anymore, we just layed there.
I don't know when, but we both passed out.
My eyes opened, looking over at the clock.
4:16 a.m.
Oh, no.
"Oh, my gosh," I murmured, trying to move out of Josue's arms.
He slept deep, so I replaced myself with a pillow.
He looked so peaceful, so cute.
I gentley made my way out of the house, thanking God there was sunlight.
I looked over at the woods.
Jenna, don't think about them.
I began walking home, imagining how I was going to explain this to my parents if they were awake.
They'd probably think I went clubing, or went to get high.
They think Josue's a drugy, a loser, someone not worth my time.
The walk takes a little longer than I expect, I'm almost home.
Suddenly, something brags me from behind, rolling me on the floor.
"You don't do that," a deep husky voice says, placing a warm hand over my mouth.
Josue stands us up, glaring at me.
"What the fuck is wrong with!" He demands.
"Josue, you know why I'm going home," I say.
"Yeah, but I don't care! Babe, the thing is still out there," he hisses.
"I'm almost home," I say, starting to walk again.
He watches me go from where he stands, I hurt his feelings, but he hurt my selfpride.
I carefully jump through the window, going into my bed.
It's Saturday, so they'll come up and check.
20 minutes later, my dad opens the door.
He sees I'm there, so he leaves.
It's Saturday, but I have nothing to do.
Josue works on weekends, my friends are always busy, so I'm left to myself.
I stay inside, knowing the thing can be still so near.
After a few weeks, things get so worse.
People start appearing dead, their bodies completly destroyed.
We're having dinner, fried turkey.
"Jenna, you know Ms. Olinski?" Mom asks.
"Y-yeah," I say.
"She lives just down the hill, it isn't far could you take her some dinner? Take Justin with you," she says, preparing a topper.
Justin gets it, already at the door.
Outside, at night.
The one thing Josue would murder me for.
We step outside.
"What's wrong with you?" Justin asks.
I rubb the back of the neck, looking around.
"Nothin'."
"Sure, whatever. C'mon the lady lives down this part, her house is that blue one."
"Oh, I think I've seen it before."
Every movement in the bushes, it makes my heart beat safter.
We finally get to the lady's house, so we knock.
"Maybe she's out back with her cats, let me go check," Justin says, running to the backyard.
"B-b-e careful," I tell him.
The door finally opens.
It reveles the nightmare scene I'll never forget.
It's a woman, her hoodie is pulled up, she's wearing a ripped dark skirt, with a purple sweatshirt. She looks up, showing her face, exept her eyes.
Their's a huge scar crossing her left cheek, it goes past her neck, theirs something dripping from her mouth, and her lips are a dark color.
Her pale blonde hair just stands there, and she reaches for the food.
Her creepy face cracks a smile, showing yellow teeth.
"Ms. Olinski doesn't feel up to attend visitors," her voice, it's so dry so old.
The door shuts.
I'm frozen in place, I feel the blood drain from my face.
"Jenna? Hey, you okay? Where's the food?" Justin asks, looking into the mouth.
"S-s-s-ome was here with her, r-r-r-elative I think, c'mon, l-l-let's go," I say, starting to tug on his hand.
"Okay?" He says, following me.
My heart is beating so fast, I just one.
The image in burned into my mind.
I'm scared.
She's so close.
Oh, god. She was killing Ms. Olinski.
We make it back, I start towards my room.
"What she say?" Mom asks.
"H-h-her grand-d-d-aughter said t-t-thanks," I call back.
I run into my room, turning every single light on.
I sit in the middle of my bed, I can still see her face.
I turn the TV to Jackass, but not even idiots doing the most dumbest crap can take my fear away.
I start to hear movement, I know my mind is playing with me.
I feel hands on me, but before I scream they pull me back tickling me.
"Stop! S-s-top it!" I yell at Josue, backing up.
His face is confused, he looks at my face.
"Jenna, what's wrong?" He asks, sitting infront of me.
I remember her face, her voice.
Her scar.
Fear runs through my body faster than blood.
"Jenna," Josue growls, shaking my arm.
"I saw one," I say so low I'm suprised he can hear me.
"How?" He growls, demanding.
"J-justin-n and I-i we t-t-oook food to the neighbor and one answered the door, I-," I stopped talking, I try not to remember.
"Baby," Josue says, pulling me up to him.
"What did it-," he begins.
"I don't want to remember," I say, thinking about something else.
Dogs.
Cats.
Ducks.
Anything.
He lays us down, after a few hours, I feel him getting up.
I grab his shorts.
"Josue, don't go," I beg, sitting up.
"I wasn't going anywhere, not when there's a-. Not when you can be in danger, I was going to get my phone it's on your desk," he says, picking up his BlackBerry.
He lays back down, laying me on him.
It's so dark, I can hear her, see her.
The blood covering her lips, the scar.
The teeth.
"Jenna! Jenna!" Josue whispers, shaking me.
I open my eyes, looking around.
It's still dark.
"Baby, stop thinking about it. You're scaring me," he says, sitting us up.
"I can't, she was so close. I-I. . . How do you not think about it?" I ask him.
"It's just something I can. You're sweating calme down."
"She was so close, she was right there," I say, looking at the window.
"She isn't here, she won't hurt you, I know what it's like to feel that, but just try to sleep."
I wait until Josue's breathing becomes deep, I get my iPod, turning it on.
I start the shuffle.
I can't sleep, I just can't.
After a few hours, the small is coming up, so I turn the iPod off.
Josue begins to stir, opening his eyes.
He can read the fear in my eyes, so he begins to rock me, until my eyes fall.
There is sunlight, she can't get me.
She can't.
After a week, I'm begining to think things will get better, but not by chance.
In my room, there is postit notes leading me to my closet.
I think it's Justin.
Stupid Justin.
I open the soft doors.
There in bright red, blood red, in thin letters, the vampire girl left me a message.
(A picture of the girl, I'm gonna put one on my profile)