Haylee, Missing?

 

So I crept around back to find a back door, but found that there wasn't any. There were a couple of kitchen windows, but didn't dare open them for fear of making a noise. Then again, the doors may make a noise, but that'd be easier to crawl into then a window. I might fall out of the window or something. 

 

Since there wasn't a proper door, I climbed up to the roof and opened the trap door in there. I don't know how I knew it'd be there, but there it was. I opened it as softly as I could, and slipped inside the appeared to be the restroom. EW, I had to step on the toilet seat to get down. Double gross. I knew there was a reason why I knew there'd be a trap door on the roof.

 

I opened the door as slowly as possible, because I knew for sure this door sometimes creeks. This time, thank God, it didn't. I crept out of the restroom, checked the surroundings, and walked around the tables. The lights were off in the whole cafe but the main room, where Haylee and Shelby were sitting. 

 

I tried to get into Haylee's mind again, but still couldn't. Fine, Shelby, be like that!

 

Because I couldn't get into Haylee's mind, I sent a message to Elijah. I'm in, but I still can't get into her mind. Please move your right hand to your knees if you can hear this.

 

He did. That's good; at least our messages were getting through to each other.

 

Now, can you get into her mind? Keep your right hand on your knee if yes, if no, moves your right hand to your ear. 

 

I don't know why I chose those signs, but they were easiest to mention, and I had to think fast. He kept his hand on his knee. Good, I guess.

 

Now, can you message her to get up and go to my house? I want her there. Without Shelby, mention that. Again, if yes, knee, no, ear, okay? Don't answer. Just do the signs. I don't want a two-way conversation. 

 

He kept his hand on his knee. Good.

 

Good, you're doing well. Can you message me what she's saying, thinking? Now you may message me.

 

Good, I'm getting tired of this one-way stuff. It gets annoying with you telling me what to do without my input. 

 

Okay, I had to make sure of some stuff. Now what'd she say?

 

She's trying to get up, but Shelby won't let her leave.  Crap. Now we have to try a different approach.

 

Tell her to use the restroom. Maybe Shelby’s leave her alone for a couple of minutes?

 

She said she'd try. 

 

Tell her there's a trap door; tell her to go up in it. I want to meet her up there. Okay?

 

Yeah, are still sure that you can't get into her mind still?

 

Yes. Nor Shelby's. Now, is she going?

 

Yes, but you'd better move fast, Shelby's showing her where it is. 

 

Okay, okay. Closing the door. I went back onto the top of the toilet, and up the trap door. It was easier than I'd thought it'd be. I, then, closed the trapdoor. A couple of seconds, maybe a half a minute later, I heard the door open and close.

 

"Elizabeth, where are you? I thought Elijah said you were going to be here? Where are you?" Haylee whispered.

 

"Shh. Don't make a noise. I'm opening the door, get on top of the toilet and climb up, alright?" I replied.

 

"Okay." Then I opened the trapdoor, and from the looks of it, I nearly scared about five or ten years out of poor Haylee's life doing that.

 

 

When I opened the door to the old restroom, I expected either Elizabeth to come down and pull me in, or Shelby to come inside with me. Why'd she have to show me to the bathroom? I told her I already knew where it was, but she insisted. 

 

Neither happened. I waited for about a minute, then whispered, "Where are you, Elizabeth?"

 

"Shh, don't make a noise," then she said something about opening a trapdoor.

 

A few seconds later, a trapdoor opened right in front of me, and above the crapper. Nice place to put it, don't you think? Ew, though, very gross. How could she stand it? Then, which is much worse, she asked me to step onto the water closet, and join her on the roof. Great, so now I have to escape from Shelby by climbing up the W.C. latter. Nice, really nice. 

 

Fine, I thought, be that way. Did she have to be so obvious? Then, what surprised me the most was who was behind her. Oh, come on, can't a girl get at least a little privacy in at least the head? But no, she had to come here. I'd bet she was going to slightly open the tap door and watch me pee or poo. Ugh, no, a girl doesn't get any privacy in a small town. On the Internet, local cafe, library, the John, school, oh, no, no privacy for me. Never, don't you hear me? I barely get a little privacy.

 

I especially can't get any privacy in the werewolf area of town, which I guess this is, since Elijah put me here. Though, I thought he was trying to keep me safe? Oh well, sometimes my brother just doesn't think straight. Now, I'm about to be kidnapped by a girl who is starting to annoy me. And Elizabeth's doing the rescuing, though a very bad job at it.

 

And where, in this whole werewolf world, is my annoying big werewolf brother, Elijah?

 

"Elizabeth, watch out!" I screamed to Elizabeth.

 

"I told you not to-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She erupted into screams when Shelby clawed her hair. 

 

With that excitement, I unlocked the bathroom door quickly and abandoned Elizabeth. I only could hope that she'd survive and fight off that monster. Only, now I regret that choice, because when I tried to go out the front shop door, Gertinald, I think that's his name, anyway, it is, right? 

 

Wait, sorry, I'm getting off topic. That's me, a hyperactive kid. And, as Elizabeth sometimes teased me, a blonde who always messed up everything. Again, off topic. Again, I apologize. 

 

Alright, so, Gertinald was in the kitchen and ran and shuffled past me towards the door. Crap. Now I'm trapped. I think there's another door, in the kitchen, so I thought about going that way.

 

But as always, I was tied up. And something distracted Gertinald. My brother, Elijah the Annoying, slammed open the door which I was originally going to go out though. Okay, so he's missing the fight on the roof to help me fight off Gerty here. Thanks, I guess, Brother Annoying. 

 

"Why aren't you helping Lizzie out there?" 

 

"Because she told me to help you."

 

"And," I said between breathlessness and throughing kicks at Gerty, "you listen to everything she says?"

 

"Well, now I kind of have no choice," he replied, "I should've listened to her more before."

 

"Since when do you listen to anyone without second-guessing?" I sent him a questioning look.

 

"Well, like I said before, this time is a need."

 

"Still, there were plenty of needing times when you needed to listen to me or mom." I told him, aggravated that Elizabeth gets all his listening attention.

 

"What," then he swooped down, ducking Gertinald sucking teeth. Right now I could really have a Percy Jackson knife or a wand from the Harry Potter series or something. "Do you want?"

 

I and Shelby fought steadily, but it was very obvious to me that Shelby was a well trained black belt and a werewolf. Down below the fight, where the trap door was, I couldn't see Haylee anywhere. I decided I needed to get down there, if I can. Shelby is a good fighter, unfortunately. She was also slightly winning.

 

I decided to take a quick duck and back flipped right in front of the trapdoor. I meant to land in the actual restroom, but that would only work for a higher level of Gymnastics than I'm used to. This was probably for the best. I then quickly jumped down and slammed on top of the reserve. Good, I didn't land in the bowl. I then quickly ran to the door and slammed it shut. Now it'll take Shelby a little while to get through. Those few seconds could count for anything. It may save our lives.

 

I ran to the main part of the cafe. There, I saw Elijah and Haylee fighting Gertinald. My archenemy was here. That just makes things much better for me, don't you think?

 

Gertinald was getting messy and dangerous. He was mad, I could tell. With a kick towards Elijah, he flew teeth first, towards Haylee. He's trying to turn Haylee into a vampire. That's what he shape he was currently taking, so that's what she must take, I guess. 

 

When he saw me, his dark eyes turned to dark burgundy red eyes, flashed at me with deep hatred and anger. He curled up his fingers into a tight fist and firmly threw the fist towards Elijah, who ducked. As quickly as he brought the fist back to his chest, he sent flying his elongated legs and tried to kick me, hard. I jumped up and did a flip in mid air, kicking him in the face. Ooh, that looked like it hurt.

 

"Elizabeth Jacks, you're challenging me, I take it?" He sneered at me, "Even after what I did to you?"

 

"What do you think?" I scoffed back at him, "You're fighting my friends, and therefore, you're already fighting me."

 

"Be that as it may," he replied, "but they're failing. And I have help."

 

That was the last straw, I guessed, for Elijah. He turned into a werewolf, then replied, Wolfy, "Maybe, but at least we have something we're protecting."

 

At that comment, Shelby walked in from the shadows. "Eh?" She replied, sneering at us, "And what'd that be?"

 

"If we told you," I replied to her, "What purpose would that serve?"

 

"Girl, what's your name?" She asked me.

 

I decided to give her a fake name, maybe Sally or Jenny. No, "Emera." I said.

 

"Well, Emera, I would like to know what you're protecting!" Shelby said. Was she that easily lied to?

 

"Shel, Emera's not her name," Crap. I hate Gertinald. "Elizabeth is."

 

"Emera's my given name. I absolutely hate it." I counteracted Gertinald correction.

 

"Well, Emera, Elizabeth, whatever your name is, I'm here to destroy your hopes of ever protecting whatever you're protecting." 

 

"Well, Shelby, that's why I'm never going to tell you what we're protecting." Then I threw a kick and fist sequence that's been only used by me. I made it up, and it's always been a winner for me. I wonder why I haven't used it against her?

 

I ended up kicking her where her hand was only minimally protecting, her stomach. And then she creased and bent down to show the top of her head, which is where my fists ended up. Both of them. Then, to make sure she didn't get up for a while, I kicked her face. 

 

She fell, instantly. 

 

I turned to Gertinald, and said, "Where's your help now?"

 

Gerty ran towards her, and picked her up. Wow, was he really that soft on her? 

 

"You may win this time, but mark my words, the next time we meet, you're dead meat." And with that, he changed to a dead night bat and flew away with Shelby.

 

"Wow..." Haylee starred at the door through which Gertinald flew off in. "That was weird."

 

"You got that right."

 

We finally went home, after what seemed like hours of fighting. It was definitely dark. I don't like being in town after this late, but that's how it was. 

 

"I don't know about this," I said.

 

"About what?" Elijah and Elizabeth said at the same time. See, they're perfect for each other, don't you think? Though, people have been trying to get them together for, like, my whole life. And Nathan's of course.

 

"Going home," I said, avoiding Elizabeth's eyes.

 

"I thought you wanted to go home?" She asked.

 

"I do," I covered, "But something seems like we shouldn't go home. I don't know, it's just a hunch, and my hunches are usually misleading."

 

They looked at each other. That can't be a good sign. It usually meant that they were communicating non-verbally. Did I mention that I hate that? I mean, really hate it?

 

Elizabeth saw my frustration before my annoying werewolf brother did. "Sorry," she told me, "It's just that sometimes it's not that safe to talk about things to you, or out loud."

 

"Meaning?" I questioned.

 

"Meaning there might be eavesdroppers around us," Elijah looked strangely at me.

 

"And..." I left open.

 

"And we don't necessarily want other people to know about certain things." Elizabeth was getting more uncomfortable. She shifted her feet. "We should probably get going."

 

"Yeah, we probably should," my brother agreed with her. "Haylee, climb on my back."

 

"Why?" I questioned.

 

"Because, it's going to be a long night," he slowly told me. Then, with a look at me, he added, "and you don't have a choice either."

 

I looked down to the dark red paved bricks and grumbled, "Fine." Then, I hopped on his back and we took off.

 

__*@*__

 

She finally agreed and hoped on my back. Painfully, she actually jumped on my back, hard. After I got over the prickly pain on my back, I started running towards the highway. Elizabeth was screaming in my head, What the F**k, Elijah?

 

What do you mean WTF?

 

Why are you taking the high way?

 

Because it'll be where there's lights and we can see in the shadows.

 

So? It's a bit safer during the streets in town rather where the cars are always threatening to run you over. 

 

Okay, Miss Safety Werewolf.

 

You have Haylee on your back too. 

 

We finally agreed, and went on the highway. I really wish we really didn't, but that's out of my hands. It pretty much freaked out Haylee a lot, which was understandable. Cars were constantly honking at us and drivers were shouting words to us like, "Get off the road!" or "I'm calling the cops!" or "Why are you kidnapping that girl?" Sometimes their language was much worse. 

 

When we got home, with two tired werewolves and a sleeping girl, every step we took seemed like a mile of running.

 

"See ya tomorrow?" Elijah asked me. Haylee was still sleeping on his back.

 

"Hopefully, yeah." I replied.

 

"Goodnight, then," he said, clearly wanting to close his eyes. He was so sleepy, I could see it.

 

I turned around and went to the back of the house, but then, I stopped in my tracks. "Wait," I called out to him.

 

"What?" He asked sleepily.

 

"Call me if something happens," I said hurriedly, "Please." I added. Then I sent him, we need to make sure that Haylee stays a normal human.

 

What do you mean? 

 

You know exactly what I mean.

 

You know she's far from normal. 

 

Not like we are. Now stay in that house when you get in. Call me if any trouble comes.

 

Okay, fine. 

 

Night.

 

Night.

 

Then I went to my window and slid in hurriedly. I walked around to my bedroom door and went to get the dogs. When I went into the living room to get them, my grandparents scolded me.

 

"Where have you been?"

 

"In my room," I lied. "I was on the other side of the far bed. Was I that good at hiding?"

 

"Yes. Apparently." my grandmother replied. Then I reached down to pick up their dog Tiberius, and took him to my room.

 

"Night, Grandma." I said before I shut my bedroom door.

 

"Don't tell me you can talk to me." I told Tiberius. 

 

"Actually, now I can." I nearly screamed. "You weren't there, I know."

 

"Why do you think that?" I asked, suspiciously.

 

"Because I looked there. You weren't there." Tiberius said.

 

"Okay, so you know that I wasn't in this house. What else is new?" I replied.

 

"Well, where were you?" he asked.

 

Why do you want to know? I tested him. 

 

Because I need to know where everyone in this household goes. I'm the guard dog, so to speak.

 

Okay, I was fighting Gertinald.

 

Who's Gertinald?

 

An evil werewolf who keeps going after me and my friends across the street.

 

You mean Haylee, Elijah, and Nate?

 

Well, the possible exception of Nathan, but yes.

 

Ah, I see.

 

Yes, now settle down and please go to sleep.

 

Why? 

 

Because I've had a long day and I really would like to sleep.

 

If you want any help with things, or need it, be sure to tell me.

 

Yeah? What'd you be able to do? You're just a small lap dog. 

 

Looks can be misleading. He looked at the bed. And calmed down. I got in bed and turned off the lamp. Then I starred for about a minute then fell asleep, wondering what he meant.

Author's Note

I don't know. Lost count...