Chapter 29- Last Minute Changes

It was finally June.

The month I’d dreaded for nearly a year, and it was here. It was the day before the wedding, and I had woken up to a piece of neatly folded paper sitting on my pillow.

Dear Kieyra,

We have to leave town after the wedding tomorrow. It’d help us if you brought a few friends with you so we won’t look suspicious. You’ll need to pack today-if it’s not too much trouble. I’m really sorry.

                                                           Love,

                                                             Alec

I swear my heart stopped for a moment. It was so soon-too soon. Tomorrow. Out of anger, I ripped the note into confetti-sized pieces and threw them out the window.

Tomorrow.

 I went back onto my bed and screamed into my pillow. Of course, that didn’t do much but get my pillowcase wet, so I began to pack. I went under my bed and got out my emergency duffel bag (god only knows why the hell I had that) and started to fill it with my clothes. I mean, the sacrifice was at the end of the month. I might have been gone for at most four weeks! While going through my sock drawer, I felt a hard lump in one of my socks. I reached my hand in the sock and pulled out a smooth, blue rock.

It was the Lapis Lazuli stone Katherine had given me.

I wondered if it possessed any magical qualities. It just looked like an ordinary rock to me. I wondered if it was a “spinney rock” like the ones in The Last Mimzy (you can Google it), but after twenty spins of the rock I decided enough was enough. What was so special about it, then? After half an hour of pacing around my room, I decided that I’d put it in my pocket and add it to my list of things I needed to ask Katherine tonight.

I was planning on texting Katherine and telling her to meet me somewhere later so that we could talk. Of course, I was still going to trick her, but she needed to know when we were leaving and where we were planning on stopping first to meet Cecile in New York. She needed to think I was on her side if my plan was going to work.

It’s a genius plan, really. I don’t understand how it took me six months to figure it out. I would go with Katherine’s plan and go run away with her, except instead of just running to, like, Texas with her, I’d insist we kill Alec’s “friends” first. We would be “unknowingly” following Alec, and then when we finally got to Florida, I’d run back to Alec and kill Damien. If that failed, I don’t know what I’d do. I wasn’t the type to make a plan B (and besides, I didn’t exactly have much time).

I was in the middle of packing clothes when I received a very worried call from Jade.

“Jade, what’s wrong?” all I heard from the other end of the line was more sobbing and incomprehensible words.

“I don’t understand. What happened?”

“Drake’s missing.”

“Your older brother Drake?”

“Yes! Last night, this girl came in and just took him away. I can’t remember what she looked like. I mean, I keep trying and trying, but…it’s like she took my memory of her face away or something. I just don’t understand! Kieyra, what’s going on?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Well, I was babysitting Elena, and we heard someone come in the house. I knew it couldn’t have been my parents ‘cause they had just called and said they’d be home late. I told Elena to hide and went downstairs to see who it was. There was this girl in a black cloak holding an unconscious Drake. Then…I don’t remember what happened after that. It’s like my memory’s got holes in it.” I paused for a second.

“I think someone compelled you, Jade. Someone like me.” I said as calmly as possible, but Alec’s words echoed in my mind. The blood of the family of the storyteller. That’s one of the things Damien needed to complete the sacrifice. Of course they couldn’t use Elena, who could heal herself easily. It was either Drake or Jade, and I guessed that an oblivious male teenager would be the easiest target of the two. The “girl in a black cloak” was probably either Ophelia or Ana-most likely Ana, as Ana and Alec seemed to have been the messengers, or at least I thought so.  

“Kieyra? Kieyra? Kieyra, are you still there?” Jade asked.

“What?” I asked, snapping out of my haze.

“Um, my brother’s missing, I was compelled, and there was a vampire in my house!”

“Oh…right, yeah. I’ll…call you back.” I hung up the phone. Just as I put the phone down, I heard my mom coming up the stairs. I quickly hid my duffel bag back under my bed.
”Kieyra, are you ready?” she asked as she barged into my room without even knocking.

“Ready for what?” I asked, confused. My mom sighed.

“The wedding rehearsal! You forgot?”

“Oh my god, mom, I’m so sorry! It’s just, I’ve had a lot of things on my mind lately, and…and…”

“Whatever, Kieyra, just be ready in five minutes.”

When I got to the wedding rehearsal (which was greatly cutting back on my packing and planning time), Jade, Tegan, and Alec were there, along with Dave’s kids, of course. Mariana Wilkins was also in town. The “official wedding planner”, mom’s friend Joanna, stood at the altar, telling everyone what to do and where to do it. She directed me to stand at the front with Anna, Katie and Sarah, and sent Jade, Tegan and Alec to the very back row of chairs in the “friends of the family” section, along with little Farrah and Sarah’s friend Sydney. I was told to just stand at the back of the line of the bridesmaids holding a bouquet of purple flowers. After Joanna decided that there were far too many bridesmaids, she told me, Anna, Katie and Sarah to sit at the front and then told our friends to come sit with us. Did I forget to mention that Joanna can be a very indecisive person? After that she switched the flower colors five times before going back to purple, and (with my mom and Dave’s permission) brought me in and out of the line of bridesmaids at least six times before deciding on the bride and groom’s children being out of the wedding ceremony. Nathen, being the favorite of the family, was chosen to be the ring bearer. Even Farrah got to play a part in the wedding as the flower girl alongside my cousin Alexa. Sarah and Sydney spent the whole three hours we were sitting there texting and chatting, which eventually drove Joanna to send them away from the golf course where the wedding was taking place. I didn’t bother talking to any of my friends until after it was over. Jade was still shaken up over Drake’s disappearance, so she didn’t talk much. I talked to Tegan for a few minutes about an end of school trip later that month, and, even though neither of us would be able to go on that trip if Tegan joined us to escape Damien, I thought it would be better to tell her later. Just before Tegan left, I told her to meet me at the library at 7 o’clock tonight, and then told Jade the same thing. I waited to talk to Alec until all of my friends had left.

“Did you get my note?” he asked quietly, refusing to make any eye contact with me.

“Yeah. Why so soon?”

“One of my friends told me that Damien was planning to leave earlier to get the “capture of the doppelganger over with”. We’ll have to get a head start.” He said.

“Oh. Okay. Hey, can you-”

“Meet at the library at 7? I know, I read your friends’ minds.”

“You know, that mind reading thing you have is kind of rude.”

“I can’t read your mind anymore, so what does it matter?”

“I have a bracelet. I got it to prevent creepers like you from hearing my thoughts.” I said jokingly, grinning at him. He laughed.

“So I’m a creeper now?”

“Yes, but not a very good one. The best creepers have crazy pedostaches.”

“What the hell’s a pedostache?”

“Pedophile moustache. Obviously.” My mom came running towards me.

“Kieyra! Kieyra I need you to-Oh, am I interrupting something?” she asked, looking at Alec.

“No, I was just leaving. Goodbye, Kieyra.” Alec left.

“Well he seems nice.” My mom said, smiling. “Anyways, I wanted to know if you could babysit Nathen for me. Dave and I need to go over a few more last minute changes about the wedding.”

“How many fricking last minute changes do you need to make?”

“Oh, Kieyra, saying “fricking” is not lady-like.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll babysit if you stop criticizing the words I use. And be home by six thirty.” I said, knowing that, in her mind, six thirty meant seven.

“Deal.”

I’ll admit it, babysitting Nathen was definitely going to reduce my packing time, but I wasn’t going to see him for awhile. Come to think of it, there was a fifteen percent chance I would never see him again (yes, I’m making that number up. I don’t feel like making another tree diagram to, as my math teacher would say, “organize all possible outcomes for the situation”, thank you).  

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“Kieyra, come play Mario Kart with me!” Nathen whined, tugging at my shirt.

“No, Nathen, I can’t! I’m busy!” it was already seven fifteen, and Dave and Mom still weren’t home. I was scrambling around, packing my stuff, and Nathen kept whining and bugging me to play Mario Kart with him.

“What are you packing for, anyways?” he asked.

“I’m…um…packing an emergency bag. Just in case Earth gets taken over by aliens and I need to run away.” I said, knowing that Nathen was gullible enough to believe anything I told him.

“Oh.” He said. I tried calling Alec and Jade’s phones again for the fifth time, and, just like before, it went straight to message. I started panicking and paced the house like a crazy person.

“Kieyra, can you play Mario Kart now?”

“I said no, Nathen!” I yelled. Finally, Mom and Dave’s car pulled into the driveway and I ran out, desperately trying to get to the library.

“Kieyra, where are you going?” my mom asked, grabbing me by the shoulder.

“Library!” I said quickly, running off.

“BE BACK IN AN HOUR OR YOU’RE GROUNDED!!!!!!!!!” My mom called after me, but I didn’t even look back. I just ran. Just as I got to the library, I saw Tegan, Jade and Alec leaving. Great. The one time I actually wanted Alec to know what I was thinking, he couldn’t because I was wearing that stupid goddamn bracelet.

“Guys, wait!” I screamed from down the street. They didn’t hear me, so I tried screaming louder.

“Guys! I’m here!” they turned around. “I’m sorry I was late! My mom made me babysit, and I told her I had to be here at seven, and…and…” I caught up with my friends and stopped to catch my breath.

“It’s okay, Kieyra. We have time.” Jade said.

“Speak for yourself! I have to be home at eight!” Tegan said.

“Let’s just go inside.” Alec said. We went into the library conference room where I used to go to an extremely boring day camp when I was younger.

“Okay, we’re in the library; now whaddaya want?” Tegan asked.

“Well, did I tell you guys about the curse?”
Tegan and Jade exchanged confused looks.

“I guess not.” I said.

“Wait- my Aunt Lisa told me about a curse once…the Petrova curse. The one that involved my family.” Said Jade.

“That’s the one.” I said. “It involves my family too. Well, really, it just involves me. Long story short, I’m the ‘vampire Petrova doppelganger’ that Damien wants. Anyways, because of this curse thingy, I kind of need to get the hell outta town. With you guys.”

“Why do you need to get outta town?” Tegan asked.

“Because I need to hide.”
”Isn’t the curse supposed to happen on the summer solstice?” Jade asked.

“Damien’s impatient and wants his doppelganger.” Alec said.

“And why do you need us?” Tegan asked, still confused.

“To avoid suspicion.” Alec said impatiently.

“Suspicion of what?”

“Well, if you saw two teenagers wandering the continent, alone, wouldn’t you be suspicious?” Alec asked Tegan.

“Maybe…but where do we play into this?”

“She never stops asking questions, does she?” Alec asked, turning to me. Tegan frowned.

“No, sadly she doesn’t” I sighed.

“Just answer my question!” Tegan snapped.

“Okay, okay. Well, I’ve seen these things before where people from our country get to take a few people from a foreign country here on tours. You guys could pretend you’re from, like, France or something.”

“I can’t speak French.” Tegan said.

“Who cares?” I asked, annoyed. Tegan made a “pouty face” and sat down.

“If I come, I’ll have to bring Elena. I can’t leave her here unprotected.” Jade said.

“That’s okay; the bigger the group, the better.” Alec said. Tegan looked at me uncertainly.

“Kieyra, I don’t know. I’ll get in too much trouble.”

“Tegan, it’ll be fun. Haven’t you always wanted a vacation away from your family?”

“Well…yeah…but still, it’s different.”

“You know I’d do it for you. And you owe me for tying me up to a tree.” I reminded her, remembering that day when the bus crashed and Tegan vervained me.

“Ugh, fine.” Tegan finally agreed.

“How are we supposed to sneak out?” Jade asked.

“We could volunteer to clean up after the wedding.” Tegan said. We all looked at her, confused.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.

“Well, parents love it when we volunteer to do jobs we don’t wanna do, right? So Jade, Kieyra and I could volunteer to clean up, and then in return ask if we can sleep over at Kieyra’s house afterwards. Then we could sneak out of Kieyra’s house and go.”

“Tegan, that’s…that’s actually a good idea.” We were all surprised-Tegan was never the one with the good ideas. This was probably the first time one of her ideas was actually logical. Well, you know, as logical as a plan to run away to escape an evil British vampire could be.

“Great! Then I could meet you guys at Kieyra’s dad’s house where we’ll get the van. Kieyra, you did get the keys to the van, right?” Alec asked, looking back at me. Dammit! That’s what I forgot! I thought. In all of the madness that had happened when I went to my dad’s for Christmas, I had forgotten to get the keys to his van.

“Um…well…I sort of forgot.” I said. Everyone groaned.

“I can’t go back in there- I don’t have a key, and my dad’s got all sorts of vampire traps.”

“I’d go in, but I’ve never been to your dad’s house, so I wouldn’t know where to look.” Jade said. We all looked at Tegan.

“What?” she asked, with a puzzled expression.

“You’ve been to my dad’s house. You know where the keys are.”

“Oh no, no no no no no. No! No way in hell am I going in there!”Tegan exclaimed.

“But you went in there when you figured out what I was. You got the vervain dart from him.”

“Kieyra, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but your dad’s kind of crazy.” Tegan said.

“Relax, he’ll be sleeping. He goes to bed at, like, 8:30 now.” Tegan looked at her watch.

“Speaking of eight thirty, that’s what time it’ll be when I get home! I’m so dead! I gotta go!” Tegan dashed out of the library.

“I should get going too.” Jade said, following Tegan out. I was left alone in the conference room with Alec. I started to leave, but Alec stopped me.

“Kieyra?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s been a change in plans. Instead of going to all of the safe houses, we’re only going to the one in Florida. Nathaniel, Cecile, and Brannen will meet us there.”

“Okay.” There wasn’t really much to say to that. It’s not like it affected my plan that much.

When I got home and went into my room, I found Katherine sitting on my bed. Instead of flipping out on her like I usually would have, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had forgotten to text her, so her being here saved me a lot of time.

“My friend told me that Damien was collecting his sacrifice early.” Katherine said.

“What’s the plan?”

“Original plan still stands.” I said.

“Okay. I have a friend in New York that’s agreed to hide us. Her name’s Annalyn. She used to work for Damien; she’s the one who told me that Alec’s friends were working for Damien. Oh, and I brought you something.” Katherine handed me a book with “How To Handle Living With Your Evil Doppelganger” written on the front. In smaller letters, it said “Ellie M. Wilkinson”.

“This might explain a lot.” She said. Then she hopped out of the window and vanished into the night.

Chapter 28- Now I Know Why They Tell You To Focus.

“Clear your mind of all thoughts completely. Picture the animal in your mind. Now feel it. Be it. Now get a running start at it and feel yourself transforming, and you will. Like this.” Alec ran for a few meters down the deserted road and suddenly transformed into a crow.

It was Spring Break, and Alec had decided to finally teach me animal transformation.

“You make it look so easy.” I said, sighing as Alec transformed back into his human form.

“It’s not that hard. It only took me an hour to master it.” Alec shrugged.

“Well, that’s cause you don’t have the attention span of a squirrel. ‘Clear your mind’ isn’t exactly an easy task for me.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere with no distractions.”

“Well, you’re here. That’s distracting.” I sat down against a tree and sighed.

“I’m hopeless.”

“No you’re not. Don’t say that.”

“I am. And you know it.”

“You’re not entirely hopeless.” Alec said, which I think was supposed to be reassuring, but with Alec you never know.

“What’s the point of this anyway? What’s so cool about turning into an animal?”

“When we’re in animal form we can communicate with each other through thought.” “Oh. Yay.” I said in the most sarcastic tone possible.

“It’ll be fun. Besides, you’ll need the practice if we’re going to kill Damien.” He had a good point there. I got up.

“Fine then. I’ll try. But only one more time, and then I’m giving up.”

“Deal.” I went out onto the road and stood there with my eyes closed, replaying Alec’s instructions mentally.

Clear your mind of all thoughts completely. I tried as hard as I possibly could to clear my mind, despite all of the problems I had to worry about.

Picture the animal in your mind. What animal? What would help me win a fight? A lion? A tiger? I decided to go for the tiger, as tigers had always scared me.

Feel it. Be it. I figured that one would be easy as long as I felt like ripping someone’s head off, so I pictured Nathen reading my diary aloud to my entire school.

Get a running start. Feel yourself transforming and you will. How was I supposed to do that? I started running and kept running for about five miles before I realized that nothing was happening and I was just running down the road with my eyes closed like an idiot. I stopped and opened my eyes. I was in front of an old church that was evidently big on peace; they had about a million different peace signs on the door. Right above the door was a picture of a dove carrying an olive branch, which according to Google was a big peace symbol in the 18^th century.

Suddenly, I heard a growl coming from the forest. I spun around. About six or seven feet away from me stood a big brown bear, staring right at me. Oh my god! What should I do? I thought, panicking. I decided to make a run for it; I guessed that I was probably faster and would outrun it. As I started running I closed my eyes in hopes that Alec was somewhat right and I could turn into an animal. I just wanted to get away; I didn’t exactly care what I turned into anymore. And then suddenly, I was flying.

I’d never imagined what flying was like. I’d always been afraid of planes, and I never really had wished for the ability to fly. I’d never liked the idea of being so far off of the ground. And yet…it was amazing. I was gliding over trees with no fear of falling at all whatsoever. I could see everything-including the bear, which had given up on me and decided to go for a raspberry bush. In the corner of my eye I saw a crow approaching me.

Copycat, I heard Alec’s voice in my head mock.

It’s not my fault. I didn’t mean to. I honestly had no idea how I was a bird. I’d wanted to be a tiger. A tiger that could rip heads off. Not a useless bird. I’d always hated birds; I was always afraid they’d poop on me or something. I felt strange and disoriented though, it was weird being so small, and having eyes on the sides of your head and holes for ears would take some getting used to. I swooped down over a pond and looked at my reflection in the water. I had transformed into a small white dove, like the one on the hippie church. Well, that’ll teach me to focus more when making important decisions.

Um, Alec? How do I change back? I asked.

Same way you changed the first time. Yeah, like that helped. If I had trouble changing into an animal, how was I expected to easily change back?

It took me about fifteen minutes, but I finally figured out how to change back into human form. It was nice to have my feet firmly planted on the ground again.

“What am I supposed to do as a bird? Poop on Sylvie’s grave?” I asked Alec. He laughed.

“You could do that. You could also go Hitchcock on people and peck their eyes out. By the way, you make a pretty bird.” I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to punch Alec in the face.

“You really can’t just take a compliment, can you?”

“Nope, not really.” I went to the tree where I hung up my mind-shield bracelet and put the bracelet back on my wrist. Alec frowned.

“Why do you have to wear that thing?” he asked.

“Because I like my thoughts private, thank you.” I smirked, walking to Alec’s car and getting in.

“What’re you waiting for? Drive me home!” Alec rolled his eyes, got in the car, started the engine and drove away.

Chapter 27- Sylvie’s Last Stand

It had been a few weeks since Mariana’s appearance, and I hadn’t seen Katherine at all (thankfully). I decided not to tell Alec about Mariana. In all honesty, I needed to practice my lying. Dave had proposed to my mom (aww!) and they were planning an early June wedding, which I would probably still be in town for (sacrifice is at the END of June, remember?). My mom said I could bring three friends, so I chose Jade, Tegan and Alec-no surprises there- and Nathen got to bring his little friend Farrah, who I constantly teased was his girlfriend.

Maybe I should stop here. Maybe I should just lead you to believe that everything went great after that. Maybe I should tell you that my mom married Dave, I tricked Katherine and killed Damien, and everyone was happy and Alec and I grew up and had seven children all named Joe. I mean, I’m already on a roll of deception, so why not? But, I’m sorry to say that even though I’d like all that to happen, this is NOT the ending, and what happened wasn’t exactly as I just said (especially the seven kids named Joe). But if you’re looking for a happy ending, you might as well stop here and believe that there is one. But if you want to know the real ending, get some coffee and get comfy, ‘cause there’s a whole lot more that happened. Starting with Valentine’s Day.

You know how Valentine’s Day is supposed to be the most romantic day of the year? Well, there’s never really been a lot of romance in my life. I’ve never even gotten a card from anyone but my mom and Nathen. Alec was the only boyfriend I’d ever had, being a thirteen year old girl and everything. I spent the entire day at school watching everyone in my class getting valentines and candy grams from their secret admirers and listening to my friends babble on about how some guy likes them but they don’t know who. Even  Jade got a candy gram from Paul Mills, who claimed he didn’t like girls yet. As if. That night, I was helping Nathen sort his Valentine’s Day candy he got in cards from his friends after school when I heard a knock at the door. I ignored it and stayed with Nathen; I figured it was probably Ned down the street who was in love with my mom, or maybe one of Sarah’s friends. So, when my mom called out “Kieyra, someone’s here for you!” I was completely confused as to who could be looking for me.

“I’m busy.” I yelled. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Valentine’s Day depressed me.

“He says it’s important.” He? What guy would be here? I ran to the door and saw Alec standing in the doorway, smiling.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

 “Isn’t it kind of an American tradition to spend Valentine’s Day with the one you love?” I blushed.

“Yeah, I guess…” I turned to my mom.

“Go. Have fun.” She rolled her eyes. “Be back before ten.”

“Thank you!” I squealed, hugging my mom. I guess maybe I was a little too excited, but I had reason to be. I’d never really been on a date before, except if you counted when I was the third wheel on Tegan’s date with Damon Jensen. And since that was one of the worst days of my life, I didn’t know what to expect on a real date. Alec took me by the hand and led me outside, closing the front door behind me.

“I bought flowers, but my neighbor’s dog ate them.” I laughed.

“It’s okay. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Right.” I opened the door to Alec’s car and slid into the passenger’s seat.

He drove for about half an hour before pulling into the parking lot of a restaurant. I knew just from the outdoor décor and the five stars on the sign that I was pretty underdressed-jeans and a t-shirt- but then again, so was Alec.

“If you’d told me where we were going, I would have dressed a little nicer.” I said.

“Well, personally, I think you look beautiful.” I rolled my eyes.

“Well, you’re not a restaurant owner with the power to create a dress code, now are you?”

“Don’t worry, he knows me.” When we went in and sat down, the waitress looked at us as if there was some sort of prank being pulled on her.

“Um…may I help you kids?” she asked.

“Yes, I’ll have the lobster.” Alec said to her, his smug grin never fading.

“You do realize that they’re a hundred dollars a piece, right?” she raised her eyebrow in disbelief.

“In which case, I’ll have five. Kieyra?”

“Um, I’m good, thanks.” The waitress just shook her head and left, mumbling “they don’t pay me enough for this”.

“Five lobsters? Are you out of your mind?” Alec shrugged.

“Like I said, the owner knows me.”

An hour (and SEVEN lobsters) later, Alec had explained that the owner of the restaurant was a warlock he’d met about ten years ago and became friends with. Since Alec had saved the guy’s life once, he’d always said that eventually he’d make it up to him. Apparently, this is what Alec had asked for (aw, how sweet!).

After we left, Alec took me to the movie theater back in town, where we saw some incredibly cheesy movie that neither of us really watched. Honestly, I think he might have been paying more attention to the movie than I was. After the movie was over and we were leaving the theater, I spotted a familiar head of ginger colored curls and my blood turned to ice, as it usually did when I saw Sylvie French.

“It can’t be. She promised.” I said to myself under my breath.

“What?” asked Alec.

“Sylvie.” At the mention of her name, she turned around and smiled.

“Oh, hey Kieyra!” the way Sylvie said it made it sound like we were old friends or something.

“Um…Hi?”

“Come here, I want to show you something.” Even though there were a million voices in my head yelling “It’s a trap! Don’t go!” I did a stupid horror movie sorority girl move and followed Sylvie out of the theater.

When I went behind the theater with Sylvie, not only did I realize that, yes, this was a trap, but I was also quickly reminded of Sylvie’s power to send people to the ground in agonizing pain, not without a rather painful demonstration of course.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to ask between screams and gasps for air.

“Damien wanted me to deliver a message.”

“What?”

“That if you’re a smart girl you’ll give him what he wants.”

“Then what if I’m not smart?”

“Then Damien will kill everyone you’ve ever loved and make you watch them slowly die.” I looked around. There was nothing back behind the theater except for a bunch of trash and a broken table leg. Wait-tables are made of wood, right? Wood was harmful to vampires. I’d never seen it happen before, but I was near certain that a wooden stake through the heart would kill one of us. I managed to stop squirming enough so that I could use my powers to lift the table leg and cause it to come flying towards us, piercing Sylvie in the chest. She fell to the ground and the pain I was feeling stopped immediately. Sylvie just lay there, unmoving. It took me a few minutes for reality to sink in.

I…Killed…Sylvie French!

Was it wrong to be happy? I did a little three-second happy dance over Sylvie’s body, then checked her pulse just to make sure she was really dead (which she was). Alec came running back behind the theater.

“Hey, I heard screaming, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine.” I said, still grinning. Alec glanced at Sylvie.

“Is she…dead?” he asked.

“Kind of? Is that such a bad thing?” I asked, kind of worried that Alec wouldn’t be as happy about my killings as I was.

“Not at all. It’s just…I thought you were opposed to murder.” He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

“Come on, let’s hide the body before the authorities find it.”

Chapter 26-Outsmarting The Smartest

Mariana Wilkins. The woman Alec had been looking for in London, the vampire who had turned Dave and his children. The one he thought knew something about me and Katherine.

And she was standing in my kitchen.

I thought about the things I could do. Call Alec? No, he’d been around me too much today. I needed to give him some space. Talk to Katherine? No, I didn’t trust Katherine much anymore. Then there was Great Aunt Harriet, but I didn’t think she’d appreciate my visits any more than she had before I was turned into a vampire. My only option left seemed to be to confront Mariana.

Well, that should be simple. Not. I’d known the woman for, what, two minutes? Not even. The look in her eyes told me that she had already figured out who I was, and something told me that she and Katherine had never got along very well.

“I’m hungry.” Nathen said, finally breaking the silence.

“Well, there’s ice cream in the freezer down in the basement. I’ll go get it.” Mariana said.

“I’ll help.” I followed Mariana downstairs.

“You must be the doppelganger.” She said with a forced smile.

“And you must be the original Wilkins vampire.” I said, not being able to think of anything better to say.

“So you’ve heard of me. I’m assuming you’ve met Katerina?”

“Mmhm.”

“Of course. How else would you have known about me?” she chuckled to herself. “Dave doesn’t like to talk about me much. I make him think of Isobel too much. Why, though, I don’t understand. I look nothing like my sister.” It was true. I’d seen pictures of Isobel, and she’d had darker blonde hair and hazel eyes. No one ever would have thought they were sisters. Cousins, maybe, but not sisters.

“Met any of the others?”

“What others?”

“You know. The people in the hole. Those others.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Figures. They turned you, right?”

“Yes.”

“I heard that the youngest one, Alec, stopped working for Damien. You ever met him?” How did she know about Alec? Again, was there some sort of secret network that vampires used to talk to each other and gossip? I didn’t say anything, but because of the fact that I was blushing like crazy and trying not to make direct eye contact with her, she could tell that I had, in fact, met Alec.

“How cute.” Mariana rolled her eyes and started walking up the old wooden stairs. I watched Mariana closely; I wasn’t sure whether I could trust her yet. The only thing I saw her do that was remotely strange was feed Nathen ice cream when it was already past his bedtime, which I guess was okay because it was Christmas.

After Nathen was in bed, I overheard Dave talking to Mariana about me.

“How could you betray my sister like this, Dave? Fall in love with a descendant of the woman who killed your ex wife, who’s daughter happens to be her doppelganger? Are you out of your mind? She could be spying on our family, reporting everything to Katherine and plotting to kill me too!”

“She’s just a kid, Mari. Calm down. She wouldn’t do that. She seems to have her head on straight, not possessed by the devil. You don’t need to call an exorcist.”

“What if I do? And now that she’s been invited into this house, Katherine is too. You know how it works!”

“Yes, I do. I was there. But that doesn’t mean Kieyra is the same as Katherine. It’s just…seeing her reminds me of Katherine, which reminds me of Isobel, which is kind of sending me off the deep end.”

“Great! We can work with that! Now, take all of that bottled up rage and use it to-”

“We’re not killing her!” It was then that I realized that maybe Dave wasn’t the bad guy. He was just afraid to trust me. Afraid that I was too much like Katherine to be his step-daughter.

“And why not!” They were yelling now, and I was surprised that it didn’t wake up Nathen or my mom, who’d fallen asleep in Nate’s bed.

“Because how would Janette like to marry the man who killed her daughter?!” Dave pulled a silver diamond ring out of his pocket and twirled it around in his fingers.

“It’s funny how fast you move on.” Mariana said angrily.

“She’s not like Katherine.” Dave mumbled.

“Oh, right, we’re trusting the thirteen year old now. I forgot.” Mariana rolled her eyes.

“I’m not like her.” Whoops. There goes my cover.

“Oh, really? Prove it.” Mariana snapped.

“I…well, I don’t know how. All I can say is Katherine’s a manipulative liar, and I need help with a plan to fool her.” I wasn’t sure that they would help me, but it was worth a try. Mariana seemed to relax slightly.

“Go on.”

“Well, you see…you guys know about the sacrifice, right?”

“Ah, the only revenge my sister got on Katherine.” Mariana smiled.

“And about how all of Damien and his minions at the time would die if the sacrifice didn’t happen unless Damien died?”

“Yes.” Dave and Mariana said in unison.

“Well, Katherine was going to hide me until the summer solstice when Damien and the minions died.”

“That’s the first thing Katherine’s said in three hundred years that’s made sense. What’s wrong with that?”
”Um…well…it’s hard to explain.” Mariana was completely puzzled, but it only took Dave a few seconds to understand.

“Alec. I should have known.” Dave grumbled.

“Oh, doppelganger’s got a crush on the kid?”

“Yeah. Um. Sure. Okay.” I said. As if I was about to tell Mariana that he was in love with me and we were dating. I exchanged a “don’t you dare tell her” look with Dave, that he thankfully understood and didn’t mention anything to Mariana.

“Anyways, I need some way that I can kill Damien without Katherine knowing I know her plans.”

“Outsmart the smartest.” Mariana said, shrugging.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“Well, Katherine’s smart, right? And since you and Katherine are pretty much the same, I’m guessing you think the same. So, if you know how she thinks, figure out how you would fool yourself and apply the same concept to her.”

“That’s…That’s actually not a bad idea.” I thought about it for a second. The only way to outsmart Katherine seemed to be to think like her…and if I could think like Katherine, I could figure out how to deceive her. Use her own tactics against her.

“Hmm. Maybe you actually are more trustworthy than I thought.” Mariana turned to Dave.

“Fine, you have my permission to marry Janette. Just know that if this ends badly, it’s on you.” With that, Mariana stormed out of the house. I turned to Dave.

“Thanks for not telling her about Alec.” I said.

“It was for the best. Even though I’m not your father, I’ll still treat you like one of my own. Isobel would have wanted that.” Dave sighed.

“Tell me about her. Isobel, I mean. What was she like?”

“Well, she was beautiful, for one thing. Blonde, green-eyed, tall. She could have been a model. She was kind-a little too kind. Forgave all of Katherine’s mistakes and selfishness. She was…real. Don’t get me wrong-I love your mom very much. But she’ll never take the place of Isobel.”

“If you want to marry my mom, you can. I’m sure she’ll like that. You have my blessings. Just don’t make the mistakes my dad did, okay?” Dave chuckled.

“He is a bit loony, isn’t he.”

“Very much so.” I smiled. I guess this was the first time I’d ever really talked to Dave-he’d always been the enemy in my eyes. Now I realized that all he’d ever wanted was my mom-it was never a ploy to get revenge on Katherine. He actually cared. As I started up the stairs to go to bed, Dave tapped my shoulder lightly.

“Yes?” I asked. Dave sighed.

“As hard as it is for me to say this, if you want to be with that Alec kid you can.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Dave?” Dave laughed.

“It seems only fair that if you’re willing to get along with me for your mom’s sake, I’ll at least try to get along with him.” I smiled.

“Thanks.”

Chapter 25- Sure Didn’t See That One Coming

When I got home from my dad’s, no cars were in the driveway, and there was a note taped to the door. I ripped the note off of the door and read it.

Dear Kieyra,

We’re out to dinner with one of Dave’s relatives. I tried calling you, but you left your cell at home. We’ll be home before nine.

                                                                    Love,

                                                                        Mom

I ripped the note up and threw it out of the open window in the living room. It was just like my mom to go somewhere fancy without me and not tell me. Usually, I would get mad and trash the house, but today I felt like taking this as an invitation to dance around in my room with the music cranked up as loud as it could go.

As I was dancing in my room, I noticed that my calendar had fallen off of the hook on my wall and fallen onto my desk. When I picked it up, I looked at it and wanted to kick myself. Right in the middle of the calendar was the date December 21^st circled in a bright red sharpie marker. Alec’s birthday. Four days ago. How could I have forgotten? I quickly dialed his phone number, and was angry when it went straight to voicemail. I searched my room  for the piece of paper he had written his home phone number on, which took me fifteen minutes to find. There was still no answer. I did a reverse lookup search on his home phone number and found out that he lived in an apartment building a few blocks away from my house. I looked at my clock. It was 7:30, which gave me about an hour to look for Alec.

At first I considered sneaking out my window, but then I decided that there was no point and just went out the front door without even locking the door. It wasn’t hard to find the apartment building; there was only one near where I lived, and it was right down the street from my school. I must have walked past it about fifty times walking to the elementary school down the street to read to the kindergarteners with my class. On the way there, I spotted Mrs. Stewart walking to her car, looking completely exhausted.

The thing about Mrs. Stewart was, well…she wasn’t really our teacher. We had a teacher for English (Mrs. Saunders), a teacher for math and science, (Mr. G), and a teacher for religion, geography, history and all that (Miss. Sanchez), but Mrs. Stewart was our grade seven teacher who just came into our Phys. Ed. Class to teach us sports and went on field trips with us. That was about it. I kind of felt sorry for her, though. She hated working with high schools; she liked teaching my class a lot better. I wished she could teach my class all the time, so she wouldn’t be so sad all of the time… No, Kieyra, I told myself, you can’t afford to feel anyone else’s emotions right now.  I got about five feet down the street before I realized that I had no idea which apartment was Alec’s. I knocked on the first door I saw. An old lady answered the door.

“Why hello, dear. Why is a young girl like you out so late on a night like this?” It was true, it was pretty cold outside, and it was starting to rain a little, but I didn’t mind.

“I’m looking for...er…I’m looking for my boyfriend.” It felt weird saying boyfriend aloud for the first time in the same sentence as the word my. Well, unless I was saying “my friend’s boyfriend”, which, quite frankly, I tended to say more often. I realized that that didn’t give the woman much description of Alec, so I continued.

“His name’s Alec. He’s about four inches taller than me and has dark hair and blue eyes. He told me he lived in one of these apartment buildings.”

“Oh, the boy? He lives in the apartment next to mine. He left a few hours ago to do something though. You can go in, if you want. He never locks the door.” Wow. I wondered what kind of neighborhood this woman grew up in. Probably a very friendly one. I mean, who tells someone that? I started walking towards the next door, but hesitated. If Alec hadn’t invited me in, I couldn’t go in.

“Don’t be afraid, dear. Besides, I own these apartments, so I’m allowed to let you in.” I slowly opened the door.

Alec’s apartment wasn’t at all like I expected. I’d expected…well, I’d expected all expensive furniture and wide-screen TVs, and, well…not what I saw. His walls were a rather ugly shade of beige, and the only thing that was in the front hall was a hook with an ugly brown jacket on it. I went into the next room. There was an old yellowy-brown colored couch that smelled faintly of cigarette smoke. Sitting on a small table across the room from the couch was an old TV with “rabbit ear” antennas. I guess Alec really didn’t need more than a few channels-he didn’t really seem to be the type to entertain himself electronically. Connected to this room was the kitchen, in which was simply a small white dining table with old white chairs that had most of the paint scratched off, a toaster oven that was covered in a layer of dust, and a fridge that was a faded shade of white. I was curious to know exactly what he kept in his fridge, but instead of looking I headed back to the front hallway and went up the old, creaky, wooden staircase. At the top of the stairs, I saw two doors; one was open and one was closed. The open door led to a small bathroom, which, judging by the condition of the rest of the house, I was kind of afraid to see. I reached out to open the second door but stopped. The thought of being in Alec’s house alone without him knowing made me feel uneasy. You’re invading his privacy, Kieyra, I thought. Then again, Alec read my mind all the time before Katherine gave me the bracelet.

“It’s only fair.” I said aloud to myself, as I turned the door knob and pushed open the door. This room was different than the others-and not just because of its surprising cleanliness. It was evidently a bedroom-there was a king sized bed with an elegantly carved chestnut-colored headboard in the far corner of the room. It was-unquestionably-the largest room in the entire house. Bookshelves lined the walls (filled with books, of course) and there was a dresser beside the bed with a picture of me and him on it.

“Ahem.” I froze. Busted. I spun around, my face turning bright red. Alec stood in the doorway, a smug smile on his face.

“I didn’t…I mean…I…you didn’t answer your phone.”

“People’s phones run out of battery sometimes, Kieyra.”

“Well, I know, it’s just…I just …I forgot your birthday.” Alec laughed.

“I’ll have about a million more. It’s okay. And besides, I never said happy birthday to you on your birthday.” That much was true.

“It wasn’t exactly very happy.” I said, remembering my fight with Sylvie.

“True.”

“So…we’re even?” I asked. The reason I was here seemed silly now.

“We’re even.” I glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:17. My mom would surely be home soon.

“I have to be home, like, now. My mom doesn’t know I left, and Dave…well, Dave tends to overreact sometimes.” Alec nodded in agreement and smiled.

“I’ll walk you.”

The moment I saw my mom and Dave’s cars in the driveway, I knew I was in deep trouble. I said a quick goodbye to Alec before walking into my house, passing my mom nonchalantly and starting upstairs.

“Kieyra Mary Lynn Gordon…” uh oh. Full name. That couldn’t be good at all.

“Yes?” I asked coolly

“Where were you?”

“I took a walk.” I said, which was true.

“Where?”

“Near the school. Just around that general area.” I shrugged. I was relieved to find that lying was a lot easier if there was some truth to your lies.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? You could have been dead, for all I knew!”

“I’m sorry mom. I should have left a note. It won’t happen again.” My mom seemed to be considering it for a second. I didn’t do anything wrong, not really. She couldn’t punish me just for getting some healthy exercise. And besides, I was thirteen, definitely old enough to take a short walk around the block after dark.

“Don’t let it happen again.” She said, sighing.

“I won’t.” I could hear Dave and his daughters talking in the kitchen. It was the usual post-dinnertime conversation-stories about weird stuff that happened at school, getting good grades on science projects, sports that were going to be covered in P.E. after the Christmas Break, but I could hear another voice. A woman’s voice. I walked into the kitchen to find Dave, Sarah, Anna, Katie and Nathen sitting around the table, listening to the woman-who I thought must’ve been Dave’s relative-talk about when she spent the summer in Paris, France.

The woman was tall and thin, and though I knew she must have been, she looked no older than 23. She had long, strawberry blonde hair and green eyes like Sarah’s. She could have passed for a supermodel. When the woman saw me, she stopped talking immediately. She had a confused expression on her face, which quickly turned from confusion to understanding to…well…kind of intimidating.

“This is my sister Kieyra.” Nathen said, but none of us were paying attention. The woman just kept staring at me.

“Nice to meet you, Kieyra.” She finally said, but she didn’t sound like she was so happy.

“I’m Mariana, Mariana Wilkins.”

Chapter 24-Accept Me For What I Am

“You didn’t have to hit him that hard.” I said, as Katherine and I were dragging my unconscious father down into his underground crypt that I never knew he had.

“Yes, I did. Did you not see the wooden stake in his hand? He tried to kill you, and he would have succeeded if I hadn’t saved your sorry butt.”

“About that. How did you get in? You weren’t invited.”

“Anywhere you’re invited, I’m invited.”

“How does that work?”  Katherine shrugged.

“I’m not an expert on doppelgangers, Kieyra. I don’t know.” We dropped my dad in a human sized crate (why he had this was still a mystery) and locked the door to it just as he started to wake up.

“W-where am i?”

“In your basement.” I said, backing away from the crate.

“Oh, Kieyra, I had the weirdest dream. You were a vampire, and I was trying to kill you, and there was this girl…she looked almost exactly like you…it was like she was, like, um…what’s the word…”

“I believe the term you’re looking for is doppelganger.” Katherine said, walking towards my dad.

“Who’s she?”

“She’s Katherine, my ancestor.” I said. Katherine rolled her eyes.

“Katherine happens to be standing right here and can introduce herself, thank you.” She said, standing right in front of the crate and looking my dad straight in the eyes.

“We haven’t officially met. I’m Katherine.” She smiled, and I rolled my eyes.

“You took that line from Vampire Diaries.” Katherine shrugged.

“It still fits. Anyways, what are we going to do about him?” she pointed to my dad.

“Please don’t kill me. I’m only one man trying to support his family on a government loan, and-”

“Quit the act, dad, we all know that that weird motivational speaker guy gives you money to help him with his career as a vampire hunter.” I shook my head in disappointment.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Katherine said, going upstairs.

“We’re not going to hurt you, I swear. I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then why am I locked up?!”

“Because you act impulsively, and out of anger. We couldn’t risk our lives again.”

“What, is she your new best friend or something? Last time I checked, people weren’t normally friends with their ancient, supposedly dead ancestors.”

“Well, I’m not like most people. I guess I got that from you.” I smiled awkwardly. Katherine came running downstairs.

“Lover boy’s upstairs. He wants to see you. I’ll watch your psycho elderly father for you.”

“I’m not that old.” My dad defended.

“Fifty three is old.” I said. I ran upstairs to find Alec miming with the open door, trying to get in. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You think this is funny? Could you, I don’t know, invite me in?”

“Sorry, can’t. I don’t live here.” I smirked.

“Ha ha, very funny. Now let me in.”

“I was serious. I haven’t lived here since I was eight, and the house deed has changed owners a few times since then. Plus, I live with my mom, not my dad. My mom has full custody of me. Ergo, you can’t come in.”

“Who says ‘ergo’ anymore?”

“I do.” I started to step outside, but backed away quickly when the vervain mist came down.

“BTW-that means ‘by the way’-the house is booby trapped.”

“I know what ‘BTW’ means.”

“I never would have guessed. How old are you, again? Three hundred some years old? Damn. You’re ancient.”

“Ha ha ha, you’re so funny. That was sarcasm, BTW.”

“So, what was it like?”

“What was what like?” he asked, confused.

“Living with the dinosaurs!”

“She’s got a point, though. You are ancient.” I spun around to find Katherine behind me, smirking at Alec.

“Your father would like to speak with you.” She said. I ran downstairs.

“You wanted me?” I asked. My dad was leaning against the side of the crate.

“I’m sorry I tried to kill you and your friend.” Wow. That’s something you should never have to hear from your father.

“You’re forgiven.” I figured that there would be no point in holding a grudge against my dad; if he was going to apologize, well, being a vampire on a vampire hunter’s good side was probably the way to go.

“I just…I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“Dad, I’m still your daughter. I’m still Kieyra, just a little more coordinated and a little less fragile.”

“How can I believe that?”

“Because. If you really love me, you’ll accept me for who I am. You’ll accept me for what I am.”

“What if I don’t want to know about any of this? Could you take away my memory?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“I want you to. I don’t want to know this.”

“Dad, couldn’t you just give vampires a chance?”

“NO, Kieyra! I don’t want to. I just want to forget this.”

“Fine then.” I walked closer to him, looking him straight in his yellow-green eyes.

“You don’t remember any of what happened. I came here, we played an epic game of scrabble, and you gave me my Christmas present. I loved it. I said thank you, and we set off fireworks in the backyard. Then we came inside and watched Harry Potter movies until I fell asleep, and then mom took me home.” I could feel myself tearing up. I unlocked the crate and ran to the lake near my dad’s house. I sat down on the edge of a rock, dipping my toes into the freezing cold water.

“I know how much it hurts, kiddo. I’ve been there.” Katherine sat down next to me as I tossed a rock across the lake.

“How could you possibly understand?”

“Well, when I had to leave England when I was seventeen, I had to pretend like I’d died, so my parents wouldn’t miss me. I went back to Bulgaria and compelled them all to think that I’d mysteriously disappeared. It was hell. Try living for years alone, changing your identity and background in every new place you went.” I was immediately forced to feel complete empathy for her, which I assumed to be another annoying part of my doppelganger-ism. I suddenly wondered what it was like for Katherine to feel my constantly changing emotions-which were like that of an average teenage girl, except tripled.

When you’re a vampire, every single emotion you have seems somewhat magnified to the point where you’ve gone completely insane. For instance, when you’re sad, you’re deeply depressed. When you’re happy, you’re ecstatic. When you’re mad, you’re filled with complete and utter hatred for whoever’s angered you. When you love…

Well, that’s a whole other story.

But I refused to think of love. I didn’t want to. The thought of love made me angry at myself for lying to Alec. And for what other reason than to save myself?  Betray him and run away so that Katherine could wait for someone else to kill Damien? So that Alec could?

Suddenly it hit me.

How stupid was I? Katherine didn’t want anyone to kill Damien. She knew very well that we could if we wanted to-in fact, she could have killed him at any time now. She could have gone down the hole at that very moment and staked him in the heart without even breaking a sweat. She wanted all of them dead. All of them included Alec. She had never planned on saving him. She had never planned on killing Damien.

I needed a plan, and I needed one fast.

Chapter 23 – A Very Un-Merry Christmas

“This is totally stupid. Why are we even here?” Anna Wilkins folded her arms, putting her feet up on the wooden “meeting table” in the library conference room.

“Um, am I being compelled?” asked Tegan, looking confusedly at Anna. Anna rolled her eyes.

“Why is Tegan even here? She can’t help anything, she’s only human.”

“Would you guys shut up!” Alec ran in between Tegan and Anna.

“We’re here to talk about Kieyra. You guys are all her friends, right?” Alec looked around at Tegan, Jade, Anna, Ryan, Sam, and Katie, who were all sitting in uncomfortable library chairs, impatiently waiting for whatever Alec had asked them to come for.

“Anyways, we’re here to talk about Kieyra, and how she is stupidly planning to get herself killed.” Ryan and Sam looked at each other.

“Why are Sam and I here?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah, why are they here?” Jade asked.

“Because…well, I’m not sure. Why are you guys here? I never asked you to come.” Alec gave Ryan and Sam a puzzled look. They glanced at each other, whispered something, then shrugged.

“Unlike Tegan, they actually were compelled.” Anna said, glaring at her sister Katie.

“What? I got bored. I needed someone to carry my books.” Katie shrugged.

“Anyway, what are we supposed to do about Kieyra?”

“Oh! We should make an intervention group called ‘People Against Kieyra’s Stupid And Impulsive Decisions’! PAKSAID for short!” Tegan said excitedly, but when no one seemed too thrilled about it, she frowned and slid back into her chair.

“Does anyone have any better ideas?” Alec asked.

“Um, ignore her. She’s a teenage girl, they overreact all the time. I mean, my sister-”

“RYAN, SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR SISTER!” Everyone yelled. The librarian-who was being compelled by Alec-came in and shushed everyone.

“Be quiet or get out!” she whispered as loudly as she could without raising her voice to a normal speaking volume.

“I vote on getting out.” Anna said, raising her hand as if it would influence anyone’s decision.

“Okay, anyone who feels like leaving, leave now.” Alec said, then watched as Anna got up and left.

“Come, my pets.” Katie smiled innocently as she led Ryan and Sam out the door, compelling them to follow her. Tegan shrugged and left, following Anna, who immediately was annoyed by Tegan’s presence.

“Well, I’m staying.” Jade said.

“There’s no point. There’s not much we can do that we haven’t already done without them.” Alec sighed.

“Well, it was worth a try. I guess.”

                                                       ~~~~~~~~~~~

“Honey, it’ll be fine! Your dad’s not that scary, so stop being so melodramatic!” I fought my mom’s grasp as she pulled me towards my dad’s doorstep.  It was Christmas day, and I was being forced to visit my vampire hunter father.

“It’s not melodramatic if it’s my death sentence!” My mom rolled her eyes.

“He’s your father, even if he is crazy.”

“Mom, I’ll die in there! If you value my life at all whatsoever you will not make me go in that house!” my mom sighed.

“Okay, if your father is chasing you with a chainsaw, call me. If a satellite crashes into the house, call me. If your father starts talking about vampires in a literal sense, call me. If none of the aforementioned three things happen, you may NOT, under ANY circumstances, call me.”

“What if he accuses me of being a vampire, chases me with a chainsaw, and then a satellite falls and crushes the house?”

“Sweetie, it’ll be fine. Just go in there.” My mom rang the doorbell and ran for her car, saying a quick “I love you!” before she sped off in her car. My dad opened the door. He was a bit more muscular than I remembered, and he’d decided to grow a beard. He had dyed his hair a light brown and was sporting an ‘Edward Cullen hairdo’. He’d gone from wearing weird t-shirts with beer company logos on them and home-made jean shorts to wearing dark-colored sweaters and normal blue jeans. Despite the fact that he was the same fifty year old weirdo I’d known for thirteen years, he actually looked…kinda good. Before I could say anything about his new look, he stepped outside and pulled me into a rather tight hug.

“Um…Dad…I can’t breathe.” I said. He let go of me and smiled.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He walked in, and I watched as a light mist sprayed him from above his door. He was halfway down the hallway before he realized I was still standing there, unable to come in.

“Why are you still standing there?”

“Um…I can’t come in.” I said.

“Why not?” he asked, a little confused.

“It would be rude. I wasn’t invited.” I said a little too quickly.

“Oh, well you’re always welcome in our house, Kieyra.” It always annoyed me how he always seemed to say it was our house, yet I was rarely ever here and I had to be invited (no pun intended) to come if I wanted to. As I walked into the house, the mist sprayed me, but it burned my skin. I let out a short, high pitched scream as I ran in.

“What’s wrong?”

“Um, I saw a bee. A really big bee. What is that mist stuff, anyways?” 

“Vervain water. Keeps away the vampires.” That explained it.

“Mom said if you talked about vampires I could call her to take me home.” I told him, in hopes that he’d unrig any other vampire booby traps.

“Your mother always was a skeptic. I will prove her wrong one of these days, Kieyra, I will.”

“Good luck with that.” As we walked down the hallway, I could see that he was in no position to get rid of his traps. Not because of any belief that there really were vampires, but mostly because it would take too damn long. There were crosses laced with garlic hanging all over the walls, bottles that were labeled “Holy Water-Do Not Contaminate!”, and crossbows with wooden stakes in glass cases marked “IN CASE OF VAMPIRE APOCALYPSE BREAK GLASS”.

“What’s with all the weapons, food, and religious paraphernalia?” I asked.

“Vampire hunting tools.”

“Um… okay then. You know I could call mom at any time now, right?” my dad rolled his eyes and continued down the hallway.

“Do you want anything to eat? Anything to drink? I have blueberries? You like blueberries, right?”

“I’m not that hungry.” I said, which was only half true. I wasn’t exactly hungry so much as thirsty, and for what I was thirsty for I wasn’t exactly going to say in front of anyone, especially my psycho vampire hunting dad.

“Okay, then what do you want to do? Open your Christmas present?”

“Um, sure.” He went upstairs and came back a few minutes later with a small red and green box with a gold bow on top.

“Merry Christmas, Kieyra.” He said, handing me the box. Inside was a pretty little silver heart-shaped necklace.

“Thanks dad, I love it.” When I went to pick it up, it burned my skin and I dropped it back into the box. Vervain, of course.

“What’s the matter? I thought you liked it? Why don’t you put it on?”

“Um…it doesn’t go with my outfit.” I said, even though I knew that a necklace like that would go with any outfit in the world. Fortunately, my dad knew nothing about fashion and went along with it. Suddenly, his watch beeped and he looked at it in confusion.

“What is it?”

“According to my vampire-detecting device, there’s a vampire on my property.” I had to admit, the word “vampire-protecting device” sounded pretty dorky.

“Um, maybe it’s broken? Is it made in China? You’re not supposed to use things made in China. Wait-maybe that’s only food. Never mind.”

“Hold on, I can check. I have a vampire-torture device that I can set off so the vampire will leave, if there even is one.” My dad walked over to a small box on the wall and pressed a button, which made a noise at such a high frequency that it was extremely painful to listen to. I fell to the ground screaming, covering my ears. It felt like my brain was exploding.

“Turn it off!” I screamed.

“What’s going on?”

“Just turn it off!” he pressed the button again, and finally I could relax.

“Kieyra. What are you?”

“Dad, I’m not a vampire, I swear!” I lied.

“Oh yeah? Prove it. Walk in the sun.”

“Okay.” I walked into the sunlight streaming through the French doors, spun around a little bit and walked back to him.

“I told you so.” I smirked, walking towards the stairs.

“Wait-take off your bracelet.” I walked back to him, took off the bracelet Katherine gave me, and started towards the doors again, but my dad stopped me.

“And your ring.” I gulped.

“M-my ring?”

“Yes, Kieyra, that big ugly ring you’re wearing. Take it off, put it down, and walk into the sunlight.”

“Dad, you can’t be serious. I’m your daughter. This is ridiculous.”

“Do it now!”

“Um, okay.” I slowly took off the ring that Lukas, Damien’s minion, had given me for the very first time since I put it on three months ago. Then I walked into the sunlight, crying out in agonizing pain as the sun burned my skin. I ran out of the sunlight, snatched my ring and bracelet from the coffee table, and ran into the shadows. My father walked towards me, a look of pure hatred in his hazel eyes.

“Dad, please. Don’t. Please don’t. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.”

“You’re a monster. Monsters need to be destroyed.”

“I’m your daughter. Please.”

“You’re not my daughter. Not anymore.” He smashed one of the glass cases and took out a wooden stake.

“No, Dad, please!” I’m pretty sure that would have been an appropriate time to call my mom, if only I hadn’t left my cell phone on the coffee table… Then I remembered my power, what I could do. I sent the stake in his hand flying across the room, shattering the glass on one of the windows.

“Vampires have special powers? I’ll have to write that one down.” I heard the front door slam. My dad spun around.

“Who’s there?” he called, but there was no answer. Suddenly, I saw a tall figure run past me at lightning speed.

“I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO IS IN THIS HOUSE!” my dad yelled angrily. The figure ran towards my dad and sent him flying across the living room. Then it came after me. I screamed, closing my eyes so tightly that it actually hurt. Then I heard a high pitched, girly laugh.

“You have honestly no idea how pathetic you sounded just then.” I opened my eyes. Katherine was standing over me, her long brown curls tickling my face. 

“Katherine! You hit my dad!” she shrugged, helping me up off of the ground.

“Who are you?’ my dad asked, struggling to get up.

“So this is your vampire hunting father. You know, I imagined he’d be a little less…obvious.” My dad got up, picked up his stake again, and started after us.

“You really are persistent, aren’t you?” Katherine skipped over to my dad gracefully and slapped him in the face so hard he fell to the floor, unconscious.