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Midnight Attack
Marko snarled up at me with gleaming red eyes and my breathe caught in my throat. That couldn't be Marko! But...it sure looked like him.
"Megan, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he roared furiously and I flinched, feeling the adrenaline kick in. This wasn't my cousin...or at least, it wasn't the same cousin that I knew.
"M-marko?" I stammered, reaching out to him for any sensation of the old Marko. But there was none. He growled low in his chest and bared sharp fangs at me. Wait a minute. Fangs? I didn't have time to think about the fangs before he lunged at me, arms outstretched, mouth yawning open as he showed two rows of razor sharp teeth.
I raised my bat and whacked him again, this time sending him spiraling backwards. He slammed into the counter and slumped to the ground, groaning. I just stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to move. Unable to breathe. Finally, Marko looked up...and his red eyes stopped glowing like fire. Terror and shame flashed across his face like flames and he gasped.
"Megan...?" he murmured, reaching out to me. With a gasp, I broke out of my trance. Whatever Marko was now, he wasn't my cousin anymore. He was the enemy, and he could have killed me. I knew that in my heart. I turned around on my heel and sped up the stairs, tripping over the steps and over my own feet. I heard irritated mumbles from my aunt and uncle's room, but I ignored them as I rushed past it to my room. Slamming the door, I locked it and curled up against my bedframe, holding my baseball bat aloft like a spear.
When Marko didn't give chase or try to bust down my door, my racing heart began to slow and I lowered my weapon. Holy crap...what just happened? What is Marko? He certaintly isn't...gulphuman. So what is he? Unconciously, I glanced at the two vampire comics lying on my nightstand and my heart stopped. Is he really a vampire? I wondered.
Opening the "Vampires Everywhere!" comic, I skimmed over it again, reading quietly to myself. "A vampire is said to be very pale, havy fiery red eyes, a bad temper, sharp teeth and claws, bad breathe. They hate the sunlight and love speed and danger," I read and then went over the key points in my head. Marko had been wearing sunglasses in the house, and had joined a dangerous-looking biker group. His eyes when he'd attacked me had been flaming, red, balls of fire. His teeth had been sharp like a shark's; I hadn't noticed his fingernails.
"Holy shit!" I hissed. My cousin's a vampire! The creepy brothers flashed across my mind's eye, and suddenly I wanted to see them badly. The dream of them protecting me felt so real that I just knew that they would protect me in the living world, too. But I had no way of contacting them and it was nearly four in the morning! Guess I'll just have to wait...I thought to myself reluctantly. I thought I would never sleep, but eventually I drifted into my dreamworld. I was haunted by nightmares and slept horribly, but eventually I awoke at ten a.m. and hopped out of bed.
Careening down the stairs, I slid into the kitchen, yelling, "Mom, I'm going down to the Boardwalk!" She glanced up at me from where she was watching the TV and shook her head. "I don't want you going down there."
"What is it, Mom?" I asked, walking over. "Oh, nothing it's just...last night a bunch of kids were mutilated down by the beach. They said that their bodies were torn apart as if by wild animals..." she trailed off, worry coloring her voice. She turned to me, solemn. "That's why I don't want you going down there."
I hissed inwardly, wishing that my mom wasn't so paranoid. "Oh, c'mon, Mom, I'll be fine!" I insisted but she shook her head adamantly. "No, and that's final. We don't know who's out there, killing off these kids, but until he or she is caught I don't want you going down to the Boardwalk, especially at night."
I sighed in defeat and trudged back up to my room without another word. Fine, don't let me go. Doesn't mean I'll listen, I thought to myself, dressing quickly in jean shorts and a tanktop. It would be blazing outside. Sliding open my window, I stepped out onto the roof ledge that jutted out under it and closed my window. Closing my eyes fearfully, I leaped off the roof, carefully landing in a soft clump of high grasses. Dusting myself off, I crept cautiously to my bike, hopped on, and sped off.
There was no way my mom was keeping me away from Edgar and Allan when my family's lives were at stake. (Haha, bad pun.)
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