Chapter 11

Disclaimer: Well it is June right now and I am going to post this tonight because I feel really bummed out that I have been leaving you guys alone without a story haha. If the characters seem a little one dimensional right now its for two reasons. 1. I plan on having like 200 chapters by the time im don't because I just don't know how to quit haha and also I am mainly focusing on Casey so it will be a while before I introduce an original character….hey there is already one other one so be happy haha well without further rambling here is the next installment of A Normal Life.

"Mommy where are you?" I remember calling. I woke up in a strange room. It wasn't my room. The cot I was on had a…the best way to describe it is a sour smell. There is nothing in the room but a chair, the cot and me.

Suddenly I heard someone unlock the door….in a vain attempts to protect myself I run under the bed. That was the first time I saw him. He was a giant, well shaven, black suit with a golden tie, if it weren't for the insane clean in his deep blue eyes, he could almost pass for a nice person. His hair was cut close but you could tell that he was a brunette. He looked as if he were about 25-30. I'm not sure though. I try not to think about it but there are some times where I just can't help it.

He looks at me and suddenly starts to smirk. "What are you doing under there? How are we going to become friends if I cant see you and get to know you?"

He crouches so that he can see me and offers me his hand. There is a faint scar betweeen the thumb and forefinger.

I don't grab it just yet. "Where is my mommy and daddy?" I asked.

He keeps the same smile on his face and but moves his hand away. Well if you won't come out I guess I'll just have to come and get you. I can see his fangs I know he is a vampire but I see no green orb around him. I shouldn't be worried. Just as long as there is no green lights I am safe. That's what daddy told me. Then why do I have this sick feeling at the pit of my stomach.

"Your mother and father are friends of mine. They are in the other room and you will be with them very shortly." He says. "I just want to ask you a few questions first."

"like what?" I ask. I stayed where I was.

"Well I feel a little silly talking to you like this. Would you mind coming from underneath there? I want you to be comfortable."

I hesitate for a moment.

"It's alright little one." He said with a crooked grin. With his hand extended I could see a tattoo it disappeared under his sleeve. I finally grabbed his hand and came from under the bed, if I knew then what I know now I could have stayed under.

I sat down on the cot while he waled over to the table, picked it up and set it directly in from of me. He then proceded to lean agaist it so he was right in front of me.

"How old are you Casey?" He asked.

"Eight." I said. "How do you know my name?" I asked.

"I told you, I am a friend of your mother and father. My name is Xander. Now, I am going to ask you another question and this is a very important one so I want you to think very hard." I leaned in very closely.

"do you love your mommy and daddy?"

"Yes." I said without hesitation.

"That's good. That's very good. Would you do anything for them?"

"Yes." I said again this time hesitating a moment. I would have done anything for my mother and father but I still didn't understand what I was doing there, where my parents were, and why this vampire was asking me all of these questions.

"That's good." He said while leaning back. He then reacked into his pocket and pulled out a photograph.

"Do you know who this person is?" He asked.

I recognized the man . I also remembered what my parents told me to say to anyone who was asking about him.

I was told to pretend as if I had never met him before in my life.

To this day I will never understand why my parent told me to do this.

I cast my eyes away from the picture and looked the man directly in the eyes.

"No. I don't know who that is." I said.

The man then sighed and walked over to the door and left. I let out a small sigh. She though that he was going to let her, and her parent go and then she could get some answers as to what was going on.

After what seemed like an eternity she hears several footsteps approaching the door. Without warning the door flung open and her mother was thrown in. She was covered in blood and her eyes could barely open because they were swollen. She had a simple rope tying her hands together. I was wondering why my mother didn't just break the rope. I knew she was strong. I once saw her lift a car using one hand but for some reason she couldn't get out of a simple rope tie.

"MOMMY!" I hollered. She dropped to the floor next to my mother.

The man who called himself Xander now had a different look on his face. It looked as if a smile never had touched his face in a million years.

" I am going to ask you this one more time bitch." He said to my mother and then grabbed me by the hair and pulled out what can only be describes as the biggest knife I had ever seen in my life. He then put it to my throat. "Where is he?"

I was in agonizing pain. It felt almost as if he were ripping my scalp off.

My mother simply stared at the man. Tears running down her face but not a cry escaping her. "you get your filthy hand off my daughter."

I just remember crying. "Mommy please. He's hurting me please mommy help!"

My mother. The strong brave woman I had know my whole life just began sobbing. It wasn't an angry cry like before. I was a defeated cry. Even at such a young age I could tell the difference.

"The girl knows something." Xander said.

"No she doesn't…She doesn't know anything. Let her go you son of a bitch." My mother cried. And with her last ounce of energy she hollered. "LET HER GO!"

I could feel the tension on scalp lessening. The knife was no longer at my neck.

"If what you say is true then she is of no use" The knife glided how to my stomach and a new world of pain erupted inside of me.

When you get stabbed you're entire body screams for what seems like an eternity. Imagine Both fire and ice hitting you at amazing force at one concentrated point and you can MAYBE understand the pain that I was going through.

It felt as though I were flying and it wasn't until I hit the hard cold concrete wall that I realized that for a split second I was. After that everything was in a daze. The last thing I remember was my mother begin dragged out of the room screaming and saying something in a language I didn't even know that she could speak.

Some people have nightmares about falling, others have nightmares about being chased…my nightmares are about my mother, father and the vampire who killed them….singing.