One week later...
"Jae, Jula, are you packed?" Erik Barrington asked as he hauled two suitcases outside to their Jaguar car.
"I am." Jula replied, lugging her suitcase out of the house. "But Jae's still inside."
"Jae, hurry up!"
"I'm coming!" Jae called from inside.
About a minute later, Jae came stumbling out with a black suitcase which looked to be almost bursting at the seams.
"What did you do Jae? Pack your whole existence in there with you?" her father asked as he took the suitcase from her and heaved it into the car.
You have no idea...
"No, just some clothes, a few books, and a few other things..."
"Erik, are we ready?" Richelle asked.
"Almost, honey..."
Five minutes later, all four of the Barringtons were on the road to the airport and another two hours later, they were on the plane to Ohio.
"Hey Jae." Jula said, leaning over to her sister about forty minutes into the flight.
No answer.
"Jae?"
Jula rolled her eyes.
Damn it, listening to her iPod nano.. again...
"Jae!"
"Huh, what?"
"God, every time I talk to you, you're always listening to your iPod!"
"Sorry. What do you want?"
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to watch a DVD, 'cause I brought the portable DVD player along."
"Cool, where are the DVDs?"
Jula dug around in a small duffle she brought as a carry on on the plane, pulling out the Patriot DVD.
"Creepy..."
"What?"
Jula showed Jae the DVD.
"Yeah, ironic.. I don't want to watch it, it's just too creepy right now."
"Ok, whatever. How about some Harry Potter?"
Jae nodded and Jula put the DVD in.
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Midnight at the Tavington family estate...
A clock in the expansive entryway of the estate chimed the witching hour as a figure stood cloaked in black and shadow, glancing over at the sitting room through severe eyes, cutting the peaceful veneer of the room with their intensity as they took in the details of the house.
This place is flithy! they thought to themselves as they ran a critical finger over the stair bannister. They really need to dust more often. I dusted it every other day; once every three days is not enough! I believe a note for the Aidan and Brant is in order... Oh what a surprise the brothers will be in for, especially Brant. Surely, he'll faint when he sees the note...
With that, the figure started down the hall towards another room, but stopped cold when he heard one of the tourists in the sitting room awaken.
Go back to sleep dammit!
Standing stock still, the figure waited for about five minutes before exhaling a sigh of relief as the tourist went back to sleep. Then he continued onto the kitchen where they found a couple of silver forks and a knife left out on the counter.
How many times have they left our silverware out while showing the guests? Yes, they may not be dirty to them, but I really don't think the lady would react very well to seeing her silver sitting out on the counter for two days. Must add that onto the note...
Walking back towards the entryway of the house, he grabbed a pen and some paper off a stand with brochures on the family estate.
I don't like these; they're smooth to a fault..
The figure let out a small derisive snort and a curse at how slowly he had to write in order not make mistakes. Then, with a final message to better the brochures, he signed the note, smirking to himself, and left it in the kitchen. Then, making sure that everyone was still asleep; he crept up the stairs and was swallowed up by the darkness.