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Chapter 2: Meeting the Vamp
I laughed with Molly as we walked into our new school. Every grade was in the same school, just different classrooms or buildings. Molly was wearing a button-up white blouse, skin-tight faded-blue jeans, and white sneakers. She wore a pair of diamond stud earrings and had pulled her hair up into a half-pony-tail. I was wearing a plain, long-sleeved, form-fitting black shirt. Over it, I wore a dark blue, skin-tight t-shirt. I chose to wear a pair of matching, dark blue jeans, though mine were hip-hugger, bell-bottom jeans. For shoes, I chose to wear my steel-toe combat boots. Both of us were wearing our best-friend necklaces. Her half was the sun. My half was the moon. When put together, they appeared like a yin-yang sun and moon. We were proud of them, even if the idea was a little corny.
We had been getting all kinds of looks since we'd walked into the school, thus our laughter and amusement.
"You'd think they've never seen an American before," she said simply. We chuckled again, settling down in the classroom that was meant for us. This would be our homeroom, the only class besides Art, Music, P.E., and Math that we'd actually have together.
"Hello," said a rather attractive guy, sitting down in front of us, flipping his chair around to face us. This guy didn't look like a rattler, but I was still thinking snake. "You girls look new."
"Like that's not obvious in this small of a school," I snorted. He quirked a brow, then recovered.
"How about you girls come hang with a couple of my friends and I afterschool?" he asked, putting in the charm really thick.
"Hoping to get lucky?" I asked, playing like I really wanted to. Molly saw her cue as he made the ever popular gesture of 'only if you want to'.
"Before or after you screw your mom?" she asked, a bite in her tone. His eyes went wide.
"Go bother someone else with your lack of intelligence," I said, leaning back casually in my seat.
"And next time you decide to try the oldest pick-up line in the book, make sure it's with someone that will actually fall for it," Molly finished in disgust before pushing him backward, causing his chair to tip and him to unceremoniously hit the floor on his back. Laughter erupted from all around us as they saw him try to recover some dignity.
The school day passed quickly though our boredom was obvious. By the time the day was over, we learned that boy was one of the McAshton boys, the eldest brother, and one of the worst players in the school. Molly had gained a large number of friends and a lot of popularity in one day. I had no friends but Molly, but that was fine by me. I was better off left alone. I was free to write all day, something our language teacher had asked me to read part of aloud, in the language we were learning, Spanish. I gladly did so, impressing the teacher and losing many points with my fellow students. Some were glad for my intelligence, but others weren't happy that I'd managed to make the young, fresh-out-of-college hunky teacher smile at me. I shrugged it off. I was here to learn, not to date or gain friends.
"How was school?" asked Dottie as we walked in. I shrugged.
"It was another day," I answered.
"What she said," Molly agreed. Then the two of us went upstairs to her room to do our homework together.
TWO WEEKS LATER
Tony came into the room and sat down on the bed with us.
"Hey," he said. "Mom called a babysitter for tonight."
"A babysitter?" Molly and I repeated, our tone disgusted.
"How old does she think we are?" I asked. Tony shrugged.
"She'll be here within the hour," he said. "The party's tonight."
"The party at Lord McAshton's?" Molly asked. He nodded. "Cool. What would you like to do tonight?"
"Can we play vampires?" he asked excitedly. I rolled my eyes and Molly smiled softly at him.
"If you want to," she said. He whooped and ran from the room to get ready to play. We shook our heads.
"I worry about that boy," I said. "He's becomming as obsessed with Vamps as you are, Molls."
She grinned.
"And that's a bad thing... how?" she asked. I shook my head with a smile. "Like you'd be upset if it was ghosts he was interested in."
I nodded.
"True," I said thoughtfully. "Very true."
The next few hours passed quickly. We ate the supper that the extremely difficult to understand sitter made and finished our homework. Then we went to Tony's room and I drew pictures while Molly and Tony played Vampires. It often got Tony into a tickle-fight with her, but I would just shake my head and ignore it all. Molly then sat down next to me, starting to tire from her day. Tony, on the other hand, had grabbed ketchup and had put it all over the monkey's neck. He'd even cut out paper teeth for himself. The sitter came in and told him to brush his teeth and go to bed.
"Bed?" he asked, pulling his jacket up around his body like a cape. I made a mental note to buy him a real cape in the future. "For the Undead?"
I chuckled and continued to draw. Molly grabbed a paper and a few pencils and drew, too. Tony then began to speak really strange words.
"Abovo... Intoto... Mel Desperandum... Sine Die..." then he turned and pretended to feast on the stuffed monkey, making growling noises and getting ketchup all around his mouth. Then, something flew through the open balcony door and into the fireplace. All three of us jumped when we saw the flash of light. Cautiously, we all moved over to investigate.
"What... clan are you from, brother, sisters?" came a voice from the shadows. I could barely make out the features of a young boy around Tony's age, perhaps a little older. I exchanged looks with Molly and we put a hand on Tony as he stood there, frozen. "Have the lights gone?"
Tony began to make frightened sounds as the fake-fangs fell from his mouth. Suddenly, the boy's eyes narrowed and he hissed at us.
"You are not a brother," he said lowly.
"Well I'm not a sister!" Tony retorted.
"You're humans!" the boy continued. "You're full of blood!"
His hiss increased.
"And gonna keep it that way, dude!" Tony said before bolting for the door. Molly and I just stood there and watched as the scene unfolded. It was almost like an out-of-body experience. We just... couldn't make our bodies move. Before Tony could reach the door, the boy was on it, hanging to it upside down, hissing at him. Tony bolted back beside the desk. I watched as the boy seemed to loose his grip and slid to the floor. My immediate reaction was to gasp, as was Molly's.
"I'm too weak," the boy thought aloud. Without hesitation, Molly and I rushed over to him, Molly pulling his head gently onto her lap, me hovering over him like a concerned mother. Tony followed us hesitantly.
"Do you need some help?" he asked. The young vampire opened his eyes weakly and looked at us all.
"What kind of twisted mortals are you?" he asked softly. I smirked.
"Don't ask questions you aren't ready to hear the answers for," I stated. Molly rapped me on the head for that one, but I just laughed, rubbing the spot.
"Hey!" Tony said suddenly. "I know you! You were in my dream!"
Molly and I snapped our gazes to Tony.
"Must have been a nightmare," the vampire said. Tony nodded in childhood innocence.
"It was," he answered. I frowned at him.
"Are these the nightmares you've been having since we got here, Tony?" I asked. He nodded.
"I must leave," the boy said, slowly getting up. Molly helped him up until he pushed her away.
"But you can't even walk!" Tony stated.
"Who needs to walk... when you can fly?" the boy asked, running out to the balcony. I exchanged looks with Molly. Either this kid was crazy or we really were in the presence of a Vampire. I watched him leap into the air, hover for a moment, flounder, then fall. All three of us raced to the balcony, looking down to see if he was okay. With a glance at the other two, I vaulted over the balcony, using the vines growing from it to climb swiftly down. Tony and Molly snuck past the sitter and met me outside.
"Are you okay?" Tony asked stupidly.
"Don't look it," the boy answered politely. I gave him points for that one. Then, a loud diesel engine roared from the street, large, over-powering lights flooding the area, sweeping over everything, perhaps looking for something.
"Rookery!" the boy hissed, pulling back away from the lights. Only when they passed did he finally look at us.
"Do... you know... where I can get... a cow?" he asked. Molly and I thought about it.
"If you want a glass of milk-"
"No," the boy cut Tony off. "A cow... please... hurry..."
Molly and I nodded simaltaniously, coming to the same conclusion. Without a word, I pulled the boy up onto my back, forcing him to ride piggy-back style. Then I nodded to Molly.
"Tony, let me carry you," Molly said. Tony immediately crawled up behind her, too. With as much speed as given us, we hastily made our way to the nearest dairy farm. My back was thoroughly frozen by the time we got there, the coldness of the boy's skin seeping through my clothing to my hyper-sensitive to temperature skin. I set him down inside and he walked to the nearest cow.
"Your eyes are getting heavy," he whispered. Molly and I had to cover our faces to keep from laughing as his words were having no effect on the cow. "You are falling into a deep sleep..."
Then he stepped around. The cow mooed loudly when he bit in. Tony began to lose color as he heard the boy sucking.
"I'm gonna hurl," he muttered, leaving the barn. Molly and I chuckled almost instantly. Shortly though, strange sounds began to hit my ears. My head snapped up and I ran to the door, Molly and the vamp on our heels.
"Oh shit!" I swore seeing the truck from at the house bearing down on Tony. We all ran for Tony.
"Close your eyes!" the boy told us. We obeyed. "You can open them now."
I blinked rapidly as I adjusted to what I was seeing. I shook my head.
"That was fast," I muttered.
"Enjoying the view?" he asked.
"Yeah," Tony answered. "And thanks, dude. That truck was gonna splatter me!"
"You keep calling me dude," the boy said. "That isn't my name. My name's Rudolph."
"I'm Tony," Tony answered. "Dude is slang. It's what you call a friend."
"Friend?" the vampire repeated, sounding almost disbelieving.
"We saved eachother's lives, didn't we?" Tony asked in his simple mindset.
"Yes, I suppose we did," Rudolph answered. "Friends..."
Then he looked at the two of us that just sat by, watching this whole thing in amusement.
"And who are you?" he asked.
"Oh, those are my adopted sisters," Tony answered. "The blonde is Molly. The other one is Chrystal... are you guys friends as well?"
I shook my head in amusement at how simple-minded our little brother was.
"I think that's up to the vamp," I answered, then looked back at the view. "What I'd do for my sketchpad..."
Molly grinned and nodded, agreeing.
"Do you wanna play?" Tony asked Rudolph. The vamp nodded and Molly and I smiled as both boys began to bounce on the blimp. I shook my head and looked at Molly.
"If you can't beat 'em..." I began the saying. She grinned and we both rose up, jumping around with the two boys.
"MY BEST FRIEND IS A VAMPIRE!" Tony yelled, making us laugh.