Chapter Three

We walked up to the house, hearing rock music over the speakers. Around us, people were dancing and having a good time. Nathan and Autumn were back at my place. I didn't want them coming, because I didn't know what was going to happen here. I saw two chicks kissing, making me gag.

"It's not gonna be that bad." Nicole reassured.

"Talk to me after I have a drink." Chris said.

"...And it's Chris-fucking-Emerson and his hot piece-of-ass sister, Nicole?" said a guy.

"Let's go." Nicole said.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" the guy asked.

"Shane invited us." Chris said.

"No, idiot, here in Luna Bay. What? Are you fucking stalking me?"

"We live here now."

"Great. Hey, maybe we can get together again, Nicole."

"You bar-bitching for him? Is that your new job?"

"Not you, maybe your hot sister, though." The man and Chris began arguing.

"Why don't you stop being such an ass?" Nicole remarked.

"Ooh, yeah! That's right. Walk away." The man said as we started to leave. "Nicole, you're looking good, you've really grown into yourself."

Nicole looked at him. "Fuck off!"

"Call me!"

"I told you this was a bad idea." Chris said.

"Just forget about him." Nicole said. "He's just trying to get to you."

"I don't care about him. I'm not staying at the fucking party. Let's go."

"Chris. No, that's stupid. We just got here. I don't wanna go anywhere, Chris. I wanna stay and have a good time, okay? I'm not a kid anymore."

"I know you're not, alright, but you're still my responsibility, so let's go."

"Okay, I won't get in trouble, okay? I promise. I'll take care of myself, Aunt Casey will take care of herself, and you take care of yourself. Okay?" we saw a girl by the fire checking Chris out. "Okay, okay, don't look now, but that little hottie over there by the fire is giving you all kinds of love. Have fun." And then Nicole left. I smiled, and left Chris's side. I walked over to the margarita stand, and took one. The bastard from before was gone. I walked off, sipping it as I walked. I looked around, and saw Chris follow the dancer into the house. I rolled my eyes as I took another sip of the drink. I saw Nicole walk out with Shane, and they drove away on his bike. Later, Chris and the girl came out, both wet. I walked up to Chris.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nicole. I can't find her." Chris said.

"Chris, she's not a baby anymore, you know that." I reminded.

"I know. I hate that."

"I'm sure she's fine. She's with Shane." The dancer girl said. "You know, Shane's a good guy. If I were you, I'd be happy he was into your sister."

We saw Nicole and Shane drive up.

"Hey, get off the bike." Chris said, walking towards them.

"What? Chris." Nicole said. Chris grabbed her by the wrist.

"What's up, buddy?" Shane asked, sounding mellow.

"Get off the bike." Chris said again. He pulled Nicole off.

"Is there a problem?" Shane asked. I shook my head, and walked off after them.

"No, dude, this is between me and my sister, man. Thank you."

"She can handle herself, man. Believe me." Shane said. Chris turned, and punched Shane in the nose.

"Chris!" Nicole screeched. People grabbed Chris, trying to break up the fight.

"Overprotective much?"

"She's my family, asshole."

"Cool it, bitch. Settle down." Said the margarita guy.

"Let him go." Shane said.

"What?"

"Let him go."

Chris, Nicole, and I walked off. Chris looked at Shane.

"Stay the hell away from my sister."

"I can't believe you did that." I muttered.

```~~~LATER~~~```

We were in Chris's car, driving home.

"I knew we shouldn't have gone to that party." Chris said. "I asked you, like, to do two things, and you completely ignore me. Do not hang out with some dude you don't know, and definitely don't go up to his room to go party with the guy."

"Okay, Chris. I get it." Nicole snapped.

"What is that?"

"Stop it."

"Well, you should have just told where you were—"

"That's enough, Chris, stop it. Stop trying to be my Dad." Nicole suddenly leaned forward. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Chris, something is seriously wrong with me right now."

"Nothing's wrong with you, you're just drunk."

"Chris, I am not drunk. Something is seriously the matter with me."

"Okay, just hang on a little bit, alright? We're almost home."

"Oh, my Go. Oh, my God, I'm gonna—" Nicole threw up. I covered my nose, thankful I couldn't actually see it. Too bad it was raining, or I would have rolled my window down.

```~~~HOME~~~```

"My stomach." Nicole whimpered. She was leaning on Chris's shoulder as we walked in.

"Look, alright, we're almost there."

"I'm telling you, there is something seriously the matter."

"You're fine, you're fine. You just need a glass of water and some Advil. Alright? You're just drunk." Nicole got off of his shoulder, and held Chris up by the neck. She looked totally demonic. And when she spoke, she sounded possessed.

"I am not drunk. I'm sick."

"Nicole. Nicole."

I looked down, just as Nicole got hit in the head with a surfboard. She fell to the ground, as did Chris.

"Chris Emerson?" the person asked, as he threw down the board. I looked up. It was Edgar. "I'm Edgar Frog. Surfboard shaper and vampire hunter."

I. Fucking. Swooned.

"What?" Chris choked out, rubbing his neck. Edgar pulled out a stake, and aimed it at Nicole.

"Uh-oh," I said.

"Hey, get—" Chris said, getting up, and pushing Edgar away from Nicole.

"What are you doing?" Edgar demanded. Chris slammed Edgar's hand on the door until the stake fell. "Listen to me. You don't know what you're doing. I'm trying to save you; your sister's been infected."

"What are you talking about, man?"

"She's one of the undead."

"Get—" Chris opened the door, and shoved Edgar out. I held my head in my hand. "Get out of my house."

"It's your funeral, pal." Edgar told him, before Chris slammed the door in his face. He placed Nicole on the bed, and covered her with his jacket. I sat on the couch.

"That was dumb." I said. There was knocking on the door. Chris picked up a bat.

"I told you to get the hell out of here, man." He said. But when he opened the door, it was the dancer chick.

"Hi." She said.

"Hi."

"We didn't get to finish what we started."

"Yeah."

"Typical man." I said, and left the room. There was commotion, and the dancer chick was pierced by some antlers, topless. Her blood was everywhere.

And she had fangs.

The chick turned into stone, and blew up. Chris was on the ground.

"What the hell?" I asked.

"I don't know. But some crazy shit just fucking happened." He said, and then looked at the surfboard.

"Good plan." I said. "Go to Edgar."