Hey you guys! Sorry this chapter was so short! I will try to make the next one longer. I'll update soon!
As I watch Bob the spider crawl in his cage my fingers start to tap on the table out of boredom. I have been staring at Bob the spider for the last half hour, hoping an idea of some sort will come to mind. But I still sit there, bored out of my mind.
It is Friday evening and I have no school and no Eve. Eve is busied at work with caffeine thirsty customers. She works at the University where I go to school, so I can sometimes break between classes and visit her.
Myrnin is "cleaning" his horribly messy lab to find a book and he needed me to watch Bob. Mostly because he already lost his vampire bunny slippers in the lab and he was afraid he was going to lose Bob!
Suddenly a light knock on the door drives me out of my daydream. I frantically run to the door, hoping it was Eve or anyone who would be worth my time. Oh, was I wrong.
"Hey loser, I need you to do me a favor." Monica Morrel spits out.
"Oh hell no," I say as I begin to shut the door. When it is almost shut Monica puts one of her stone hard heels in the door. I see her death glare set straight on me piercing into my skull.
"Look, I need your stubborn self to help me for one second," she pleads.
"Bye Monica," I say as I kick her foot out of the door frame and shut the door, I quickly bolt the lock and return to my mindless daydreaming.
My eyes start to flutter shut when I hear a scream. The owner of that scream I immediately recall, Monica. I open the door to reveal Monica on the ground outside the porch, bleeding. Her hands are coated with a thick blood. I look around and see no one except her. I pull her from the ground and drag her inside, laying her on the wood floor. I run and get the first aid kit, dialing 911 at the same time.
"Hello. What is your emergency?" A woman on the other end asks.
"I'm with Monica Morrel. I found her outside my porch bleeding and screaming. The wound is in her-her," I look at where the blood is coming from and continue, "from her neck."
By the time the police come, Monica is unconscious. I wrap a cloth around the wound to stop the bleeding, but the blood just keeps coming. While the police load her into the truck, she returns consciousness for a split second and looks at me, "It was Brandon," she whispers.