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'Oh no,' I thought. 'Think of something Stella! You have to stop her from coming her here!' I shouted at myself. The door bell rang from down stairs. I covered the phone and yelled for my brother to get it. Suddenly I got a plan.

"Wait, are you coming to my house?" I questioned. She said yes. "Oh well, sorry to disappoint you but my family moved. We no longer have that address." Yes take that!!

"Really?" she said mockingly. "I don't seem to believe you." There was some talking on the other side of the phone.

"Why not? It's the truth," I said back warily. What was going on?

"Well that's not what your brother says."

'Oh no!'

"PHILP!!"

Chapter 5: Meet the Parents

'Oh crap' I thought as I hung up the phone and flung it across the room. I hurried to the door, into the hallway and rushed down stairs to see Philip talking to some one at the front door.

"Why do you want my sister again?" he asked clearly confused.

"There is a contest she entered in, so I must interview her," she replied calmly.

The gal looked to be in her older twenties but I knew she had be older then that. She had light brown hair with blond highlights in it. She was around I would guess 5'7", the perfect height in my opinion. She had nice tan skin, not overly done though. Her skin within itself was perfect. No miss match colors or weird skin spots. You know what I am talking about. Her arms and legs were small bone, almost breakable, until you looked into her eyes. Seeing the electric blue eyes moving like water, you wouldn't think she was delicate at all. Her eyebrows were fine, mouth and nose the perfect size, not too small or too big, just like the rest of her body. I was starting not to like her. Nope not at all.

I ran up to the door screaming "NO!" and tried to slam the door in her face. My thoughts at the time were 'If we close the door and don't answer it for a while, maybe she'll go away.' The keyword was tried. I didn't get so far.

The door wouldn't go any farther then about half way. I looked down to see if her foot was in the way, because her hand hadn't come up to block the door. I was planning to kick her foot away when I notice the foot wasn't there. 'What?' I thought. 'What's going on?'

"Sis, that's kind of rude to shut the door in some ones face," he commented glaring at me.

I glared back. "You do it to me all the time," I said hotly.

"I don't do it to strangers," he said. He then looked at the women or the supposed Aloria. "Sorry but it seems that my sis doesn't want an interview with you. Good day," He commented and waited for her to leave.

"I am sorry, but I am going to talk to her if you like it or not," she commented, with an air of superiority. I then felt a force trying to open the door. I pushed with all my might to close the door but it kept getting wider and wider.

From my panicked face my brother looked at the door and noticed it too. He quickly glanced at the women and said, "What are you doing?!"

By this time I released the door and took a couple steps back.

"To answer your question," she paused and step through the door way. "I am coming in."

Flustered by what was happening I blurted out, "What the heck are you?!"

Before I got an answer though, my legs started moving toward the living room. I tried to stop them but they wouldn't. I glanced at Philip and saw a panicked look on his face, while he walked in to the living room before me. Aloria followed us in. I heard the door close behind us.

Both my brother and I walked to the couch and sat down. I tried to get up but it was like my body wasn't responding to me. I like being in control, especially with my own body! I started freaking out. I looked at my brother to see what he was going to do because I had no clue. He kept is eyes on Aloria while she took a seat in the comfy chair across from us.

"To answer your question my dear," She said turning her eyes on me. "I am a witch, and a powerful one at that."

'Well some one has a big ego,' I thought randomly. 'I have power to back it up though,' said a voice in my head.

I looked up at her with shock written on my face. Did she just read my mind!!

"Yes dear I am a witch," she said with a smile on her face.

Philip looked at me with confusion. "She can read minds," I whispered to him. His eyes widen.

"I can also control every muscle in your body," she continued. We both looked at her. "Now since were all seated. The interview will now begin. My husband will come later on.

"Alright," she said making a note book appear out of air. "What are your favorite things to do in you spare time?" she asked looking at me.

'Don't tell her any thing!!' I screamed at myself while biting at my lip as my mouth was about to answer. She just looked and me and then sighed.

"I was hoping this would be just as easy as the other interviews," she rolled her eyes then pointed the pen in her hand at me. "You're just making it harder on yourself." I still didn't talk. Yay for me! "You want to know why I am so insisted that I interview you, don't you" I nodded my head stiffly seeing it was hard to move anything at that moment.

"All the other girls just want to get in my sons pants and are pansies," she said bluntly. "You are one of the few that actually have a brain and a smart on at that," she continued.

Finally I broke part of her spell or whatever it was. "My friends sent my info in without my knowledge just so I could have a shot at a boyfriend, not to get married!" I shouted in return. Quickly the pressure was back on so I couldn't say anymore. Nooo!

I then heard a squeak beside me and I strained to look at my brother. He looked like he was trying to say something. Finally he managed to get out a breathless, "What?"

"What?" she said mockingly to my brother. "You didn't know about any of this?" She started laughing. Philip's face got red, either from embarrassment or anger, I didn't know. Looking at me she asked, "Now are you going to participate or am I going to force you to tell us every bit of embarrassing info about your life?" All the while she had an evil look in her eye. I suddenly had a frightening thought. If I won this so called contest she would be…would be….MY MOTHER-IN-LAW! I was now ten times determined not to win this thing.

I felt something going in my mind. I tried to block it, knowing it had come from the evil witch sitting in front of me. Philip, seeing my scrunched up face, tried to get up but failed. She laughed at us.

"Haha, you are a very strong and determined family, aren't you?" she said. "That's one of the things that I am looking for." She grinned at us. "Now who are your parents and what do they do?"

'NOOO!' I shouted at myself as I felt my mouth open. "My Mom is…." I bit down on my lip till it bled. I was not going to let her win this!

Then to my complete shock my brother answered. "Our mother is Kathy Waldon, she works in the school district. Our father, Stephan Waldon, works at a company that designs software." I looked at his, seeing shock written all over his face, like he hadn't meant that to slip.

Aloria in front of us was writing it all down. "They seem to have fairly good jobs," she commented. She looked at my brother giving a genuine smile or a least that is what I thought was her genuine smile.

"Now on with personal questions…" she trailed off looking out the window. "My husband should be here anytime now." She looked back at us. "You'll talk then," she said with confidence. I turned my head with effort and saw that the sun almost down. You couldn't even see it in the light in the sky anymore.

My head was forced back to look into her eyes again. "What grade and age are you, as well as your birthday?"

Before I could help it the words spilled out. "I am 18 years old, a senior in high school, and my birthday is September 3." I gasped out loud.

"Are you running out of resistance?" she taunted me. Just then the door bell rang. Yes! Help at last! I looked at her to see if there was any fear in her eyes. To my shock and horror, there was a look of love and happiness in her eyes. "That would be my husband," she said turning to my brother. "Please go answer the door and let him in."

My brother started getting up in a jerky way like he was trying to fight whatever was forcing him to get up. I had to get up and stop him. I mean look at the wife, what would the husband be like? Wait hold on a second. Why was the husband coming later?? Did he have another appointment?? Now I was scared.

I tried to break the force that was holding me again, all the while she was laughing at us. I then got angry at her. "Why don't you just go get the door yourself?!" I shouted at her. "Do you like to torture us?"

"Now dear," she chided me. "It's your own choice to fight against me." She purposely avoided my former question.

I finally broke through just as Philip was reaching the hallway going towards the front door. I rushed him screaming "No!!" I grabbed his arm and tried to get him back in the room. He looked like he wanted to help but his body was doing differently. He started dragging me to the front door. The witch just laughed at us with amusement in her eyes.

I growled with frustration, trying my hardest to stop him. I could see a shadow through the door window. I was not going to let another freak in the house. Sweat started trickling down my back. Finally we went to a stand still. 'I will not let her win!'. I pulled with all my might and I was shocked that I had gained some ground. By the look on my brother's face he was shocked too.

"I don't think so," muttered the witch. We both turned around to see her standing, her body facing us. Her eyes were directed towards us but not really seeing us. Suddenly more pressure was put on us. "Noooo!" I screamed. I could just imagine the neighbors hearing us. Probably wondering what we were doing.

Then I had the prefect thought. 'I hope Philip won't hate me,' I thought as I lifted and aimed my leg. Just then I hit him hard in the nuts. He fell like a rock, grabbing at his groin area.

"Yes!!" I shouted triumphantly, turning around to stick my tongue out at the women. She glared at me as I smiled at her. Take that, evil witch! Just then a door slammed. We both turned to look at the front door but the guy was still standing outside. Footsteps were coming from….the kitchen?

We both turned around to see my cousin standing there with a bowl of grapes. Glancing quickly at us she had confusion written on her face. I could understand what with the witch just staring at her, Philip on the ground and me standing there not moving. Finally she turned to Aloria.

"Who are you," she said bluntly when she notice I wasn't doing anything

"I am Aloria..," she said. Just then she got this huge grin on her face. "What is your name?" I looked at her warily. What was she thinking?

Netha who ignored me answered, "I am Netha, Stella's cousin."

'Oh no,' I thought finally clued in on what Aloria was thinking. Netha, no!

"Do you live here," questioned Aloria. This could not be happening. I tried with all my might to get over to Netha but the force made it impossible to move or speak at that moment.

"Yes," said Netha a wary tone in her voice.

"Would you please answer the door," said the witch, smiling at her, "My husband is waiting for me." Wait why did someone who lived her have to answer the door…unless….

I had a brain freeze at that moment. NO..it couldn't be could it….

"Oh sure!" said Netha smiling back. She bounced towards the front door.

"NO Nethaaa!" but it was already too late.

"Would you like to come in?" invited Netha to the man at the door. I couldn't see his that clearly.

The whole time the witch just smirked at me. 'I am doomed' I thought as she forced me to sit back down on the couch. Philip finally recovered sat down next to me.

"I am so going to kill Netha," muttered my brother next to me. I was in agreement with him, which didn't happen that often.

We heard Netha inviting him into the living room where we sat. Both my brother and I were tensed, knowing that whatever was coming through the door way was not good. Netha who appeared in the door way, turned to talk behind her.

"So do you guys live around here?" she questioned coming in and sitting next to me. It was then that she noticed how stiffly my brother and I were sitting on the couch. Her eyes widen and she leaned back into the couch as if forced.

"What…is going on," she gasped as if it were hard to breathe let alone speak.

The man or husband finally stepped into the room. I gasped. He was….was… I couldn't find words to express what I was looking at. I just know I was about to piss my pants, I was so scared. He was that intimidating. He had black hair the shined and bluish tint in the light. Not brown black but true black. The next thing I notice was his eyes. They looked like real emeralds, they were so pure and bright. His skin was a normal olive skin tone except that it looked like he hadn't seen sun in a while, he was so pale. His height had to be around 6'4. It looked like he worked out. He was fit but not overly muscled, just about right. Just his posture screamed important and 'don't mess with me.' We were not going to get out alive, I had a feeling.

"Well dear," said the man taking a seat by his wife in our other chair. His voice was deep and dare I say it, kind of sexy, but still intimidating. I now know what Aloria was talking about that he would get us to talk. "We are going to interview Miss Stella here," he said nodding at me.

"Oh how rude of me," said the man suddenly settled back into the chair. "We are the Serran's. I am Basillio Serran and this is my wife Aloria Serran." He turned and looked at my brother and I. "I presume you already knew this." Both of us nodded stiffly.

"Hunny, they won't talk for me," complained the wife. "They even resist my magic." Netha let out a gasp when she mentioned magic.

"Really?" he drawled out. He focused his eyes on mine. I started to get a dizzy feeling that I tried to fight. "That is a ….first." He was watching me attentively as if waiting for a reaction.

"Aloria I think they will feel more willing to answer our questions now, don't you think."

"Yes, dear I believe so," she said smugly. Why were they so happy?

"Alright dear what is your favorite color," asked Aloria, getting her notes again.

I had a weird memory of Monty Python and the Holy Grail before I answered, "Emerald green." I gasp. What? I wasn't suppose to answer that! What was happening? After that thought I had a dizzy feeling again.

The couple in front of us laughed at my expression which must have shown astonishment at that moment. About to glare at them I noticed something that made my whole body go cold. Philip and Netha must have saw too because they both shivered next to me. Basillio had fangs. My suspicions were right.

"You're…you're a vampire?" I breathed. I couldn't believe this! Two things that I thought weren't real, were.

"Yes dear, I am," acknowledged the vampire sitting in front of me. He still kept smiling with his fangs still out. Creepy.

I then realized something. "You're the one making me dizzy!" I shouted, temporarily throwing off the magic.

"Yes dear, I am," he replied his eyes dancing. "You sure are a smart one. Don't worry; I'm not hungry at the moment." Ewww.

"Alright let's get down to business," announced Aloria looking bored. "You next question…"

It became a routine. They would ask the questions and I would answer, whether I liked it or not. This went on for an hour before they stopped. By the end I swear I was growling with frustration.

"Thanks. I think that is it, isn't it Basillio?" Her notes disappeared into thin air. I started disliking magic.

"Yes," said Basillio standing up. We all stood up afterward, being forced by magic. During the interview, they would also ask questions to Netha and Philip also. Both of them looked ready for them to go. "We will call your cell phone if you are the one picked," continued Basillio. "It will be decided within two weeks. If you do not get a call within the time we set, you did not win." I was hoping that I wouldn't get that phone call.

After that last word they left. The pressure around us soon eased off until it was totally gone. Both my cousin and brother breathed a sigh of relief. I however was freaking out.

"What if they call me?!" I shouted after a while in the silence. I turned to Netha and grabbed her arms. "What do I do?!!"

She gently dislodged me. "Whoa calm down couz. We'll figure out something." She looked at my brother for advice.

He sighed and rubbed his head. "Well one thing for sure we don't tell the parents." He looked at both of us with tired eyes. We were all tired. "We don't need to add them into the mix."

I looked franticly at him. "What if they call?! What would I tell mom and dad? 'Oh by the way I got a call today saying I won a contest and guess what I'll be married to a freak in a couple of weeks!' That won't go over well!"

Netha put a hand between us and looked at me. "But what if they don't?" she said calmly. "Then your parents would never know what happened."

"Exactly," said Philip who was siding with Netha. "That would be best, so just calm down won't you." He glared at me.

I glared back. "How can I calm down when there is a possibility that they would be my in-laws!" A pause. "Oh my gosh!"

Both of them looked at me anxiously. "What?"

"Their son would be a vamp with witch powers!" I shouted at them. They ended up rolling their eyes. I was about to shout at them again when we heard the garage door open.

"Parents are home. Just act like this didn't happen, okay?" When we both nodded, me reluctantly, he turned and went back to watch TV that was left on before this whole catastrophe happened.

Netha went and picked up the grape bowl and carried it into the kitchen. I followed her. My parents then came through the door from the garage.

"Hey kids, how you guys doing?" questioned dad, Stephan. He was around 6' 2" with graying hair. He had blue eyes and mustache.

"Fine," chorused Netha and I, even though I was shaking with nervousness.

"Did you guys eat something," asked my mom, Kathy. She was 5'4" and had the same eye and hair color as I.

"Yeah mom I had a sandwich," I lied when Netha said, "I ate before coming home."

"Well that's good," she answered back before going up stairs, where I presume, she was going to read. My dad went into the living room to talk to my brother. Netha and I snuck up stairs and went into my room.

I went and flopped on my bed as she took a seat on the floor, after she closed the door. I took a pillow and rubbed my face in it, and groaned at the same time.

"Netha what am I going to do," I asked for like the third time. "I am going to be paranoid for like the next two weeks and I have finals coming up!"

"I don't know." she answered lazily.

"You have got to help me!" I yelled before I realized my mom was across the hall. "Please."

"Why," she asked puzzled. Why indeed….

"You're the one who let the vamp in," I hissed, my rage finally coming out. "You have to help me now since it was partially your fault!"

"Oh alright," she nodded her head. "Why don't you switch cell phones with somebody? Then that person can give you a heads up if they call to prepare you."

"How would that help?" I asked confused. Wouldn't them calling give me a heads up?

"Well that person can make up an excuse as that you're gone or something, so when they call you, you can leave," she concluded. I nodded liking this idea. "Now you just need to find someone willing to do it."

"Why not you," I questioned.

"Because I am leaving next week remember?" At my blank expression she added, "To go see my folks."

"Oh," I said put out. Who would I asked now….

"I got it!" I yelled. She motioned for me to keep my voice down. Quieter I added, "Dar will do it for me."

"That sounds good. Just talk to him and tell your friends that you and Dar are switching phones for a while and you'll be set," she said proud of her idea.

"Thanks Netha," I said as she got up. "I think I'm going to bed. Dealing with the terrible twosome made me exhausted."

"Same here," she said going to the door. I got up to change into my pj's. "Good night," she said closing the door.

"Night," I called. After I was changed I turned on my lamp by my bed and turned off my fan light. I laid in bed for a little while thinking before I turned off the light. My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was, 'This would happen to me.'

Hey I hoped you liked it. What's going to happen now? Will Stella's plan fall through? What will happen if they do call her? Sorry if there are any errors. At this moment I have no one to edit my story so I have to do it myself. Please R&R. I might get the next chapter out sooner if you do!