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A light smoke encased my body. I coughed in discomfort.

"You shouldn't do that in here. It's against the rules." I told Brett hotly.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. We've already broken tons of laws and your worried over a little motel rule" Brett asked.

"I'll have you know, my father is the chief of police-"

"-in a small town. I know, I know." Brett smirked.

I decided to change my tactic. "You know, that could kill-"

"-me. I know that too. If you don't like it then go somewhere else."

I huffed; getting up and moving to the chair by the blocky T.V. Brett wasn't helping my mood.

"What's taking Zeke so long? I'm getting hungry."

"I know. Let's just hope he doesn't bring back McDonalds. Or else I might just puke." I sighed.

Brett smirked for what had to have been the millionth time. "Who knew someone could like McDonalds so much."

"And stay so fit." I concluded smiling slightly.

"Let me in! God! Open the door!" Someone screamed in panic, pounding on the door.

"Zeke?" I whispered, raising my eyebrows. I looked over at Brett to see him doing the same.

We got up slowly together; walking towards the door. All the while Zeke's shouts of. "Bella! Brett! Open the damn door! She's coming! Oh, god! She's coming!'

My hand was shaking as I opened the door. Zeke came tumbling in. Falling down in his hast to get away from whoever 'she' was. I looked at him dumbfounded.

"What are you doing?" Zeke yelled. "Did you not here me? She's coming! Shut the door!" He got up; stumbling and slammed the door shut.

"Who?" Brett and I screamed.

"Her!" Zeke exclaimed. "The cashier from McDonalds! She's a stalker! I swear!"

"So you did go to McDonalds?" Brett's nose crinkled up in disgust.

"Did you even bring it back?" I pressed.

"You don't even care what happens to me do you? You're too preoccupied, worrying about your precious food! Well fine then! Go eat your precious food! Don't worry about me! I'll be fine! The McDonalds stalker girl won't kill me!" Zeke cried out.

"Okay," I shrugged.

Zeke groaned; running his hand over his face. With his other hand he grabbed a McDonald's bag from his backpack. "Here," he muttered.

Suddenly there was a load knocking on the door. Whoever it was didn't miss a beat. Zeke screamed and ducked behind one of the two twin beds in the room.

His head popped up, "Bella get rid of her please! I'll do anything! Even give you anything! Just get rid of her!"

I sighed. There was no way I would get to eat my dinner in peace unless I did this. "Fine," I muttered, getting up. I opened the door.

In front of me was a girl-no more than fifteen-wearing pigtails in pink ribbons. She was wearing a McDonald's staff shirt, and was fixing her makeup.

"Um, can I help you?" I asked.

"Where's Zeke." Well that was sure rude.

"Who are you?"

She finally looked at me. "Who are you?"

Here I go. You can do this Bella. "I'm Zeke's girlfriend." Even a fool could tell I was lying.

"Really?" She gave me a once over. "You look more like his sister."

"We all have are crazy fantasies." I muttered and shut the door. She didn't knock again.

Laughter broke the silence.

"We all have are crazy fantasies?" Zeke cackled. "Brilliant!"

"You owe me one." I huffed angrily; grabbing my fries from the bag.

Brett and Zeke only laughed harder.

*****TTH******

I blinked my eyes; trying to adjust to the now dark motel room. I didn't know what had waked me up. The last thing I remembered was fighting with Zeke and Brett over who had to share the bed. Of course my logic that I was a girl and needed the privacy was at a lose, and so somehow Brett ended up with the bed to himself.

Straining my neck I could tell it wasn't him. He was sleeping soundlessly. Only a small snore escaped his lips every now and again; which wasn't something that would have woken me. That left only one other.

I turned my head to the left, and frowned. Zeke was asleep still too. On the side of his face was a river of drool, and laying on his stomach his arms and legs were stretched to their fullest. Maybe that was it. I thought. I didn't have much space. That's probably why. Sighing, I closed my eyes again.

Something whipped past. Going so fast it only seemed like a gust of wind. My eyes darted open. I looked around. There was nothing to be seen. And now I knew it certainly wasn't Zeke.

"Hello?" I called quietly.

There was no answer.

"Hello?" I asked again.

And again, no answer; this was starting to feel a lot like the other day with that J dude.

I got up. My feet working on their own accord hit the cold carpet. I stood up quickly. Okay Bella. Just check to make sure no molester or murderer is in here, and then get the hell back in bed. Where it's warmer, not to mention safer!

Slowly and quietly, so as to not wake up Zeke and Brett, I walked toward the bathroom. The door creaked loudly and I flinched. I pocked my head in. Nothing there.

The closet door moved slightly. My eyes widened. This always happened in those scary movies Renee would make me watch. All those dumb girls would look in the closet to find the murderer in there. I couldn't, no wouldn't, be as stupid as those girls.

But I want to see what in the closet. It couldn't be too bad could it?

In the end my curiosity got the best of me. I walked slowly over to the closet. There was a soft pat, pat I realized when I got closer. My worst fears were correct. Someone had to be in here.

Then why are you still walking towards it? The reasonable side of me asked.

I don't know was my only response.

I didn't hesitate as I opened the door. Hesitation wouldn't help me now. I stood frozen to the spot. Inside the closet was…nothing? I squinted to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, nothing that I could make out. Wait? That's when I noticed it. It was pale white and standing at the very back. Two red dots were on the top of it. My hope quickly dispatched.

It looked exactly like a vampire. In fact with the ways those red eyes were scanning me, I was sure it was. I took a step back, but it didn't move. What was wrong with it? I inched closer. Then with my shaking hand grabbed it.

I let out a sigh of relief. It was only the jacket Zeke had insisted he buy at the Wal-Mart the other day. Damn him.

I turned around quickly; ready to forget this whole ordeal and get back to sleep. But when I did so, I was met with bloody red eyes. Red eyes and red hair. Victoria.

"Hello Bella." She cooed in a high voice.

"Vi-vi-vi-Zeke!" I screamed.

Brett woke up all most immediately. Standing up so fast I almost didn't see him move. He looked at Victoria and me with wide eyes; color draining from his face. Almost unconsciously he took a step back, until he fell over onto what had been Zeke and I's bed.

"What the hell?" Zeke shouted, jumping from the bed. It took him a moment to realize that there was a ravenous vampire in front of me, but when he did I think his heart stop. Screaming at the top of his lungs Zeke grabbed the first thing his hand made contact with. He threw the remote control at Victoria, hitting her in the head with it.

She growled in shock and snapped her head to Zeke. Taking her moment of distraction I ducked under her legs and tried to make it to an exit, or anywhere away from her for that matter. But I was too late. Something snapped, and I realized as the pain came gushing into my right arm a minute later that she'd stomped on it.

I screamed out in pain. Above me I heard Victoria laugh cruelly.

"Stay away from my sister!" I heard Brett shout, and a moment later I watched Victoria get sprayed with white foamy stuff. I scrambled to my feet; ignoring the pain as my arm hit the wall.

I ran towards the door. Zeke was already there along with Brett. Behind me Victoria growled. Zeke looked back, and gave her the finger. With my good hand I grabbed his arm. She was already mad, no need to make her madder.

Together we ran out the door; Victoria close on our tails. I knew why she hadn't caught us yet. The street we were on was crowded and busy. That was the only thing keeping us alive; those busy streets. I never thought I'd be happy to see them before.

"This way!" Zeke yelled tugging us over to an empty parking lot. Just our luck there happened to be a shiny, black car just waiting for the taking. "Get in!"

"The doors locked!" I screamed; frantically trying to get the door open. I looked over my shoulder. Victoria was entering the parking lot now. "What do we do?"

Brett sighed. "Stand back," he instructed. He took a little pin needle thing –I couldn't see what it was in the dark- and stuffed it in the door lock.

"Hurry," Zeke yelled. Victoria was getting closer.

"Almost there. Almost….There! Got it! Get in!" The car door opened smoothly. I jumped into the back as Brett told me to do. Then, Brett got in, and lastly Zeke.

"Go! Go! Go! GO!" I chanted. Tears started forming in my eyes.

"It won't start! We have no keys!" Zeke yelled, hitting his hand against the steering wheel.

Brett groaned again and got under Zeke's seat.

"What are you doing?" Zeke yelled.

"I'm making the car start!" Brett yelled. I looked up at Victoria. She was only a few feet from the car now. Her lips curled up into a menacing smile. She waved.

I screamed. "Hurry up! She's coming! Hurry up damn it!"

"There!" Brett shouted. "Stop yelling at me!"

There was the sound of medal cracking. We all looked up. Victoria slammed her fist into the car hood, again.

"Go!" Brett and I screech.

The engine purrs to life, and Zeke slams on the back pedal.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I cry out! The car stops, only two feet from a building. The car starts again. This time forward heading straight for Victoria. She places her hand down in front of her; steadying herself for the impact.

But the impact never came. Zeke hit the break right before we made contact with her. At the same time turning the wheel quickly, making the car spin out of control onto the street. Zeke presses the gas and amazingly we took off. Leaving behind us a very confused Victoria.

"Sucker!" Zeke shouts out the window. "No one messes with the Three Musketeers and gets away with it!" He turned to me. "Who was that?"

We became more than family that day. Our new names weren't the only new thing about us. The name stuck, and we ended up not just the 'Johnsons' but the Three Musketeers too.

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