Eyes Older Than the Rest
Ch2: Secrets Revealed and Gained
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Edgar was in his room when Alan got back. Deciding that he had had enough for the night, Alan closed up the shop and walked up stairs to their apartment. He walked into their shared room to see his brother lying on his bed with his eyes open.
"What do you want?" Edgar growled as he sat up to glare at Alan. Alan slowly walked over to his brother's bed and sat down.
"I'm confused," he finally said. "She called you an ass, asked me out, and threatened me all at the same time." Edgar rolled his eyes.
"She's obviously psycho. I suggest that you just pretend that the bitch doesn't even exist. That's what I'm going to do."
"You're just pissed because you got your ass kicked by a 100 pound girl. Anyways, she told me that I have to take her out tomorrow." Alan wasn't going to listen to his brother rant all night. He tromped off into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he was done, he lazily walked into the bedroom and shut off the light before jumping onto his bed. Edgar growled.
"I was using the light you idiot," he yelled at Alan. Alan, in response, groggily lifted up his right hand and flipped off his brother before falling asleep.
At exactly three in the morning, Edgar bolted awake. He had heard a noise outside of his window, something sounding like a growl followed by a squeal; a human sounding squeal. He darted out of bed and picked up the ever present stake sitting next to his bed. Then, he practically jumped on top of Alan.
"Wake up, wake up," he whispered. Alan groggily sat up and pushed Edgar off of him.
"What the fuck Edgar, it's three in the morning-"another growl came from outside. Alan sprang out of his bed and grabbed a stake and a water gun filled with holy water. The brother's shared a look before peeking out of the window.
Below them stood two male vampires, one with long wavy hair and a beaten leather jacket, and another with blonde hair and a sleeveless muscle shirt. Their long fangs shone in the moonlight as they cornered their prey. To Alan's horror (and Edgar's amusement) Delilah stood in with her back to a wall as they came closer. Edgar slowly opened the window, careful not to make any noise while Alan did his best to stand still. He wanted to bolt through the window and stake the shit out of both vamps, but he had to follow vampire hunting protocol. He stayed put as Edgar painstakingly opened the screen less window. Suddenly, they heard talking.
"Listen fellows, um scary biker dudes. I really don't feel like fighting tonight." That was Delilah.
"You don't have to fight darling, just stand still," the leather jacketed one grumbled. Delilah chuckled nervously.
"I really don't feel like dying guys. Come on, I have a date tomorrow and I don't want to look like a zombie." The blonde scoffed.
"This one's chatty isn't she Trent," he rasped. Trent nodded and walked closer to her. She grunted in frustration.
"Hurry up Edgar," Alan whispered anxiously. Edgar shot a dirty look at his brother but did increase his pace. He finally opened the window.
"Do you think that we can throw a stake from here?" he asked. Alan looked at him oddly.
"You're not going to go down there?" Edgar rolled his eyes at his brother.
"It's a two story drop you fucking idiot," he responded. Alan looked annoyed.
"Fine we'll throw stakes and shoot holy water then." He checked his water pistol and aimed through the window. Suddenly, there was a light.
A black haze had surrounded Delilah as she walked closer to the vampires. She held her head up high and laughed at their puzzled expressions.
"Cute," the blonde one said as he tried to hide his nervousness. Delilah smiled, a dark and mysterious smile, before opening her mouth.
"I've tried to talk you out of this, but you couldn't seem to understand that I am not an easy prey. I will kill you, and not hesitate." And with that, she lunged at Trent. All that the boys could see was the vampire trying to hold Delilah down. She kept expertly dodging his maneuvers. The blonde one went at her and tried to pull her off of Trent. Her leg shot out and kicked him square in the chest, pushing him onto a long, gnarled tree branch. It went straight through his heart. He spasmed as blood squirted out of his chest. Then he dissolved.
Trent growled at the loss of his friend and fought harder. He pushed Delilah against the wall and tried to bite her neck.
"Fine, I'm won't go easy on you," she growled through gritted teeth. She pressed something on her wrist, and then her hands blossomed with bright orange fire. Trent backed up as the flames licked at his leather jacket. She snarled then placed her hands on his shoulders. He caught fire easily and dissolved with a high pitched shriek. The fire on her hands disappeared.
She straightened up her dress then looked up at the frozen Frog brothers. She smiled cheerfully.
"Six o clock, Alan," she yelled before running off into the night. The brothers dropped their weapons on the floor in utter disbelief. Edgar silently closed the window. Alan got back into his bed. Edgar retreated into his.
"Holy shit," he said.
"Goodnight Edgar.
It was 5:45 pm, and Alan has just taken a shower. He had debated on whether or not to still go, but after seeing what Delilah had done to those vampires, he decided he wouldn't take the risk of not showing up. He slipped his shirt over his head and gazed longingly at the black beret on his bed. He couldn't wear it tonight.
He pulled on his heavy black boots and slipped a silver cross into his pocket. He didn't want to be carrying his stakes around all night and something told him that he didn't need much protection around Delilah.
He ran down the stairs into the comic shop. Jumping over the counter, he smiled sourly at his brother as he dealt with a costumer. Alan grabbed a twenty from the open cash register and stuffed it into his pocket. Butterflies were beginning to form in the pit of his stomach, as he slowly meandered out of the comic shop. A rough hand on his shoulder stopped him. It was Edgar.
"Be careful with her. She could be some evil sorceress or something like that," he said softly. Normally Alan would have rolled his eyes at his brother's predictions, but this time he wasn't so sure. He nodded and walked away, leaving Edgar alone to guard the comic shop.
Alan reached the meeting place at 5:59. He saw Delilah standing by herself. The moonlight glinted off of her raven colored curls, giving her a sort of ethereal appearance. She wore a flower clip in her hair and a plain white sundress with a rope like belt. She had ditched the combat boots and it their place where plain white sandals. She had a tan messenger bag slung across her body. She looked amazing, but he still regarded her with warning.
"Hello," she said softly. She looked nervous, and she had obviously thrown her tough girl appearance out of the window. "Did you have a nice night?" He was about to throw out a snide remark, but held his tongue when he realized that she was joking. "I know that you want answers, but let's have fun first. If I decide that I can trust you, I'll tell you my secrets." Alan nodded.
"What do you want to do?" he said as they began to walk down the boardwalk. Delilah linked her arm with his. She smelled like orchids.
"Have you eaten yet?" she asked him. He shook his head.
"There's a hot dog cart if you want one of those," he said as he scanned the area for something else-something that he could afford. Delilah blushed and looked down.
"I don't eat meat," she said quietly. Alan mentally kicked himself.
"Oh god, I'm sorry," he stammered. She shushed him.
"It's alright. Since I did drag you out here and since I'm such a picky eater, I'm paying for dinner," she said. Her tone told him that she was going to pay no matter what. He nodded. She led him over to the swankier side of the boardwalk, away from all of the teenagers and rides, and into a fancy restaurant with a name that he couldn't pronounce.
She led them up to the hostess table and requested a table for two by the window that overlooked the bay. The hostess led them over to a quiet table and placed two menus in front of them. A man in an entirely white ensemble immediately came to fill up their water glasses.
"I've never been here before, but in the movies people always go to fancy restaurants for their first dates. I really don't know what half of the things on this menu are," Delilah admitted. Alan smiled at her.
"I can't pronounce most of this, but hey I'm a hamburger and fries type of guy," he said. A waitress in all black came over to their table.
"Hello, my name is Stephanie. Can I interest you in any drinks?" Stephanie said brightly.
"I'm fine," Alan said softly. Delilah gave him a look.
"I'll have an iced tea please," she said a lot louder than Alan. "We've never been here before, so what do you think is the best?" Stephanie paused to think.
"Honestly, everything here is good but I think that the best items are on the fish menu. The lemon caper sole filet is really amazing…" she went on about the specials and what else was good before walking away to place the drink orders.
"Am I the only one who forgot what she had said as soon as she had said it?" Alan asked, smiling a bit. Delilah laughed and shook her head.
"I'm right there with you. Let's just try to decode this menu," she said giggling. After about twenty minutes, they had no luck in figuring out the items on the entrée portion of the menu.
"This is frustrating," Alan said as he ran his fingers through his hair. Delilah smiled at him.
"Chill, I've got something up my sleeve," she said slyly.
When the Stephanie came back, Delilah whispered something to her. Stephanie smiled and walked away.
"What did you do?" Alan said suspiciously. Delilah put a finger to her lips. They made petty conversation about their siblings for the nest fifteen minutes. Stephanie came back to the table carrying a large tray. She then began to put down plates of deserts. There were chocolate cakes, ice cream concoctions, crepes, fruit, and an abundance of other things. Stephanie finished unloading the tray and walked away. Alan stared at Delilah in disbelief.
"You ordered a crap load of deserts for dinner?" he asked amazed.
"Pshh, we're young and there are no adults to tell us otherwise. Besides, we couldn't figure out anything on the actual menu. Take some of whatever you want," she said as she stuck her fork in a wedge of chocolate cake. They shared all of the deserts, reducing them to no more than crumbs and puddles of ice cream. Alan immediately felt the sugar and caffeine in his system. It made him excited.
He could obviously tell that Delilah was extremely hyper. She was having a hard time siting still; crossing and uncrossing her legs, drumming her fingers on the table. He chuckled at her.
Stephanie came back with the check and placed it on the table. Delilah picked it up and brought her knees up to her chest. She glanced at it, pulled a few twenties from her bag, and placed everything on the table. She shot up from her seat, slung her bag across her body, and grabbed Alan's hand.
"Now for a fun and fantastic time," she said gleefully as she dragged him out of the restaurant.