/.:DrAiNeD fOr EtErNiTy:.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
"Thaniel," is what i call him for short-I don’t like to call him by his middle name, Daniel-my mother liked the name Nathaniel and, the name Daniel; which my aunt had told her to have it as his middle name, in conclusion, came the name Nathaniel Daniel Ryans. Which, in my opinion, is just plain ridiculous, as they rhyme-I, personally, think they could have chosen a more foreign, unique middle name, for Daniel is quite common, besides, they still could of called him Daniel for short of Nathaniel and chosen a different name-his short legs carried him to my bed, phone in hand, outstretched.
"Mommy wants you." he had informed me, standing at the mid section of my bed.
I looked at my alarm clock which read thirty-three minutes after six. I dropped my slightly raised head into my white, extremely fluffy pillow. My hair soaring in the air, flopping into new, different positions than what they were in before.
I grabbed the phone from his outstretched hand as he yawned, which, in turn, made myself yawn. "Hello?" I said talking into the phone's speaker as I yawned again.
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After, what seemed like an eternity, of talking with my mom-more like arguing than anything else-I decided that I had to push myself to get out of bed in order to tend to my little brother's needs. As a four year old child, he needs someone there in his life raising him-me-while others go and mess around, "working," with another woman/man-my parents.
My mom was in New York for two weeks on a "business trip," with her male assistant, Jared. And my dad, who will be leaving soon-if he already hasn’t-to work and home, most likely, till around three in the morning, as he, too, is "working" with his assistant, Karen, on a very important "business" deal.
I crawled out of the warm comfort of my bed, and threw on some slacks that I had laying on my office chair. As I walked towards my door, I stubbed my left toe on one of Thaniel's toy diesel trucks, that he loved very much. 'Fudge.' I thought to myself-I try to replace the "bad" words with others, because I don’t want my little brother cursing like many little children do now-its cool, they say-I personally think that little children shouldn’t curse at such a young age, they should be all sweet at this age. Then they can be delinquents when they're in their teen ages. But, that’s just another one of my opinions.
After my toe started to feel, some what, better. I opened my door and walked two doors down the hall to the bathroom. Pulling up my hair, to wash the morning off of my face, I noticed a blood stain on my white T-shirt. I turned my head to the right, then the left, examining each side. I felt a tingle on my neck as I turned it to the left, and examined even furthermore.
I noticed an oval shaped, red/purple/black, bruise that lay on my pale, warm skin. "That’s weird. Where did you come fr-OW!" It stung like hell when I barely touched it. It stung like a paper cut-amazing how a very small cut, like a paper cut, could bring you so much pain. Intrigued by the sharp pain, I reached to touch it again, when the door handle started to jiggle, rapidly. Followed by a loud knock on the door.
"Samantha, I’m leaving now. Get your damn brother."
Sigh. They have children, yet they tend to neglect them. "Yeah, I’m coming." I looked at my neck again, releasing my hair from my hands. My hair dropped down a little ways past my breasts, its black and has a purple-ish glossy tint to it.
"Hurry the hell up! Karen is here already."
"You don’t need to bang on the damn door, I’m right here. And why don’t you take your own car?"
"Is that any of your concern?" His loud voice rung through my ears.
"If you’re sleeping around with someone who isn’t my mother, I think it is. I found those crotch less panties and don’t tell me those are moms cause they’re-" My head flung to the right and I felt a sharp pain on my left cheek. He slapped me. That b*****d slapped me, well, I’m not surprised, its not the first time he's abused his fatherly privileges.
Without a single word, he walked down the stairs. I followed, hand placed on my now burning, numb cheek. I looked at my cheek in the mirror that was at the bottom of the stairs, it was red and looked a little puffy. I walked to the door and opened it as my dad was sliding into the passengers seat of the car. Karen wore a flirtatious smile on her face and never took her eyes off of Tom, my dad, until they left.
I looked round the quiet neighborhood at the many houses. "This place is so boring and in so need of a change." As I turned to go back inside, I saw two unfamiliar girls walk into the next doors house-its been empty for about a year now, its been for sale, and, apparently, someone finally bought it-followed by an attractive guy, he appeared to be around my age, if not older.
He stopped, looked at me, smiled and waved. He looked inside the door and said something. The two little girls came out and they all came walking over this way. 'Great, just what I need now. An extremely hot guy, living next to me, and now coming this way. I look horrible, and he just looks gorgeous.' His smile grew wider for no particular reason.
As they approached me, he spoke. "Hi, I’m Jason Eldritch."
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He had incredible green eyes, they were hypnotizing, and I could not stop myself from staring into them. I blinked twice and noticed the three of them staring at me like I was crazy, or something of the sort.
“I’m Sam. Samantha Ryans, actually, but everyone calls me Sam, Sammi sometimes. But you can call me whatever you want.” I was babbling. ‘He looks amazing, and here I am dressed in my lucky charms pajama pants and a white T-shirt with a mysterious trace of blood on it and my hair all out of place. What a loser I am.’ I thought and mentally slapped myself; palm on forehead.
He smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Samantha.” He looked down to his right to where the two little girls were standing beside him. “These are my little sisters-Holly and Molly.” He pointed to each of the girls as he said their names.
“They’re adorable.” Holly and Molly were obviously twins; the names also give it away, Holly and Molly. Holly wore a beautiful baby blue sun dress with a matching bow atop of her wavy red flowing hair, and she had freckles upon her face. Molly wore a crimson colored sun dress with a matching bow as well, but without freckles.
“Why thank you kindly, Samantha.” Molly had said with a cheerful ring in her voice and a smile upon her pale complexioned skin.
“You’re quite welcome.” It grew a little awkward after that for no one said anything.
“Children, you need to finish unpacking. Oh, hello, I am Camille Eldritch.” A tall woman with curly brown hair and big brown eyes walked up beside Jason; her complexion was also very light. She held out her hand in order for me to shake it.
“Mother, this is Samantha Ryans, our next door neighbor.” Jason had informed her.
I shook her hand. “It is very nice to meet you Samantha, but I am afraid we cannot spend the day talking for we have to finish unpacking our belongings.”
“That’s okay. I have to make breakfast for my little brother anyways.”
“Nice meeting you. You seem like a darling child. Come along now children.” All but Jason had trailed off after like ducklings follow their mothers behinds.
I shifted from one leg to the other. “Well, see you around, I guess.”
“Hey, do you, and your family, want to come over later?” He asked as I was turning around.
I stopped. “Uhm, I‘m not sure if we can, or if that would be such a good idea. My mom is in New York and who knows what time my dad will come home tonight.” I paused. “Its probably not the best time for neighbors to be stopping by anyways with all the unpacking and crap. Maybe when you and your family are settled in.”
“Yeah, maybe that is the best time.”
“Yeah.”
“Can I ask you what happened to your cheek?”
I touched my cheek. It stung. I had forgotten all about that. “Uhm, I hit it…on…the…door. I wasn’t looking and boom.” I continued. “I better go.” I turned myself around and walked to the door.
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I had just finished washing the morning dishes, Nathaniel was sitting on the couch-orange juice in hand-watching his all time favorite sponge cartoon. Spongebob Squarepants. When the phone rang.
I walked over to the kitchen phone that hung on the wall and picked it up. “Hello.”
“Sam, its Kelly.” Kelly had informed me.
“Oh hey, what’s up?” I plopped onto the couch next to Nathaniel.
“You wanna come over?” She said while, obviously, chewing food.
“Cant.”
“Oh yeah, babysitting.”
“Yep.” I stared at the yellow sponge singing the F.U.N song, thinking. “Hey, why don’t you come over? Bring Kelli so she can play with Nathaniel. Oh and I have some new neighbors.”
“Okay. What are they like?” I heard dishes clanking against the bottom of the sink.
“You can see once you get here.”
“Oh fine, be over in twenty, eh, better make that forty; my hair.”
“Kay.”
“Later.”
Click. “Thaniel, Kelly and Cow are coming over.” We refer to Kelly’s little sister, Mikelle, as Cow, Moo Moo, Kelli, and Kelle because those are her nick names given to her by her family. Mikelle sounds like it has cow in it or Kelle; if you say it right, its not pronounced like Michael.
He looked at me with a scrunched up nose. “Cow?”
“Yes Cow. They’re coming over in a bit so you have to take a bath fast.” I stood up.
“No, I wanna watch this.”
“You’ve seen this episode like a million times already.” He gave me the puppy eyes. “Oh, alright. But you’re taking one right after this is over.” I cannot resist his big brown eyes.
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Ding-Dong!
“Its open!” I yelled from the up stairs bathroom. Kelly usually just walks in, but since she walked in on one of my dads beatings on me while he was drunk, she hardly ever does that anymore.
I heard the door open then close as I was dressing Nathaniel. “Hey, Sam. You wanna go to the park instead? You need to get out of this house, seriously.”
I walked down the stairs and saw her applying glittery lip gloss to her plump lips in the mirror by the steps. I stopped on the last step. “I do get out.”
“Going to school and picking your brother up from day care doesn’t count as getting out of the house. So you wanna go or wow!” She was now facing me. “What happened?”
“What?”
“Your cheek. Its all fat and red.” I had forgotten all about my cheek again. I looked away and didn’t say anything. “Why’d he do it this time?”
“I don’t know. I’m just gunna go and get Nathaniel and my phone.” I swiftly climbed up the stairs.
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“So you think she is the one we are looking for?” Vladimir watched through the window blinds as Samantha and the others left.
“Yes.” I was sure of myself. “I went into her room last night as you had instructed me to do so. I nicked her neck, and the blood. It was unlike any other normal human. It was sweet and rich.” I paused then continued. “I could barely contain myself.”
“Oh please.” Desdemona walked into the room. “She is not the one.” she plopped herself onto the couch next to Camille.
“What makes you say that?” Camille asked.
“Well, I mean look at her. I cannot sense any sort of being in her genes, or blood, other than human.”
“Their was a scent of another one of our kind living their, so she has to be. Do we take her tonight?”
Vladimir moved away from the window and sat down in his arm chair. “No. You will watch her further and report back to me.”
“How do I watch her closely if she is in school for one more week?” I leaned forward.
He was thinking. “We will enroll you in her school Monday, as a transfer student. And at night, you cannot go into her home in normal form for the sake of you being discovered, so you will show up on her door step as a homeless animal and continue the watch like that. But remember, you cannot be discovered.”
“I know.”
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‘Thank God we are finally home.’ Kelly and I were walking up the driveway to my house. Mikelle and Nathaniel were with Kelly’s boyfriend, Nathan, getting ice cream at Dairy Queen. “Did you get the feeling we were being watched?”
“No.” Kelly responded while texting still. The whole point of Nathan taking them was so we-Kelly and I-could talk or something like she wanted.
“Shouldn’t Nathan be driving and not texting while he has little kids with him?”
“Oh he’s not driving.” she paused. “The others are with him.”
“Oh.” Like usual. The others are Mellanie, Espi, and Chris. Mellanie is Nathan’s step-sister as of last year and hardly has any friends of her own so she is usually with us. Espi is one of my oldest friends and is like best friends with Mellanie and is dating Chris. Chris is Nathan’s best friend and is dating Espi so he is like always with us too.
Woof!
I turned around to see a black miniature pinscher pup. He had short silky black fur, a wet black nose, and amazing green eyes. “Aww, aren’t you a cute little thing!” I said in a girly voice.
Kelly turned around as I was petting him. “He is pretty cute.” She walked over and knelt down beside me to pet him too. “You should keep him.” I looked at her. “He can keep you company and he’ll keep your mind off of, you know.” She rose to her feet. “And I know you’re always thinking about it too.”
I picked him up and cradled him in my arms, “You know, you’re right. I should keep him.”
“What you gunna call him?”
“I don’t know. Hey, ask Nathan when he’s bringing the kids.” We were at the door and I had opened it while Kelly closed it behind us as we had stepped in.
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