2Demon Days: My Little Box
A/n- First off let me thank you for reading my work. I've been working through this story for three years and now I'm sharing it with you. Please feel free to review even if you think it is no good! I strive to entertain and enlighten with my stories. I own the characterizations but not all the names. I have started this story to give to my friends as a thanks for sticking with me all these years. Please, enjoy.
Chapter dedicated to: Mary, thanks for being you. I'd have never learned anything about my writing without you, your kindness never fails and you know we all love you! You're my co-editor in crime, the girl cool with all the right books and above all a friend for life. Never change.
Chapter One
Death, blood, destruction. All of these things have the common attributes to a common horror story. It makes a person's mind spin with images of bad flicks deemed worthy of a trip to the cinema. To me, those three words represent my life, my calling, my being.
I never believed in faux vampires- the kind that sneaks into your room because they happened to get an invite. The kind that seduced its victims by putting them under a thrall and poofing into a bat. The hero/heroine of the story bursting through the doors at the opportune moment to save their lover. But alas viewers, they are too late. That final gasp of breath when the gift of eternal life overtakes. Nah, I don't believe in any of that shit.
I do however, believe that other people believe. They trust enough to make that which is unreal, reality. This would mean that a human's mental capability goes further than I'd like to admit. If a person believes in something, truly and utterly throws themselves into the ideal, then it is real for them. Of course science is involved, it interferes in everything nowadays."
According to the books, vampirism-like symptoms have to do with the lacking of enzymes. This could lead to a person having delusions of being a demon thus leading to homicidal thoughts. It's mostly a mental process, having nothing to do with magicks. The person in question has a hard time realizing that they are sick and do unspeakable acts to retain that fantasy. I learned this the hard way:
It was a dark, stormy night in September at a lonely highway hotel that only had tenants with cars that had mysteriously broken down. A perfect target for the common passer-by murderer. I was alone-the lights almost completely turned off, save the slight beaming from my charging cell phone. I could hear him the minute his feet landed on my floor. The man who thought he was a vampire walked slowly across the hall toward my invitingly opened door, I was ready for him. I'd been following this one for a while. Tonight was my night to take his ass down. Unfortunately, the room next to me was closer and the occupant chose that moment to leave. Little did they know that the creature was right down the hall, waiting for an easy kill. I wasn't about to let the blood sucker obtain his target. I grabbed my shot gun from under my bed and quietly exited out of my door. I cocked the gun, and screamed for the woman to get down, and took aim."
Brown eyes connected with red, I was paralyzed for a moment. This one seemed different from the other escaped mental patients I've dealt with. He took the opportunity to lunge, I fired.
It was too easy.
As he lay there I leaned over his stiff form to tag him. He wasn't breathing, but then again none of them do after the juice hits the bloodstream. I paused, and looked to the left of me. The sucker pushed the dart bullet out of the way before it hit him. Before I could process this his hand shot up and-
"This is the most absurd story that you have ever told, EVER!" The annoying girl with honey blonde hair said with a roll of the eyes. "How could you possibly have known that he was going to kill someone? Why did you happen to have a shotgun that could fire darts of all things and you just happen to get a permit to kill mental patients? Nobody does that. Oh and bravo with the cliché vision of a run down hotel with people far away from home and authorities. Obviously you've seen one too many B horror movies.
Mary, the scary story wrecker, brushed her hair out of her oval face and pulled her knees to her chest. She had her normal, annoying 'I am so smarter than you' face that bugged the hell out of me. Nothing about the occult struck her fancy. She was worse when the group decided to pop in a movie. I literally had to strap her down and threaten to duct tape her mouth shut. She just didn't know how to allow herself to not focus on the details. This was a good quality but not a great one while watching Dracula, which she practically ruined forever with her consistent chatter.
I had created this story in particular to share with my friends; you know the people who aren't supposed judge you no matter what. The sad thing was I had been working on that story for quite some time. I was kind of proud of it and thanks to Mary there would never be a second chapter to add.
The problem with my writing process was that I got too attached to the characters I was writing for. If I felt like I wasn't doing them justice I abandoned the project all together. That's why I never revealed any of stories until I reached at least chapter 10 (something I've never quite reached). But this story was by far my best. I guess I'd have to start from scratch because that's me, Rachel Asendorf. The oddball of the group, barer of nothing important besides a good laugh at.
"Shut your face Mary! It's just a freaking story; it was just getting good until you opened your trap." Siobhan, practically my best friend, screamed then proceeded to chuck her pillow rightly at Mary's head. I was glad she beat me to it because I was ready with the popcorn bowl. That's why she's my best friend; our minds are usually in sync like that. She was the smallest of our group but processed the most spunk.
I remember the very first conversation we had, it was about abortion. I, being the weird one, started it and because she contributed, without thinking me abnormal, became my best friend. She always had my back and I always had hers.
"You guys, I'm scared." Stephanie said softly. The meekest member of our little group and usually the loudest screamer during monster flicks put her hands on her round cheeks. When she did this it meant she was scared, nervous or embarrassed. It usually followed with a "just kidding" or "I'm so sorry."
The first time I noticed her was at our middle school promotion, she was the top student of our class. I'll admit I was jealous because she was number one and I was like two hundred. I never thought I'd ever be her friend, too goody-goody for my taste. It wasn't until last year in our geometry class that I warmed up to her.
"It's okay Stephanie," Mary said as she promptly stuck her tongue out at Siobhan. "Vampires as well as monsters are a figment of the overzealous imagination."
"Your face is a figment of the imagination." Siobhan retorted lamely. She received a laugh from Stephanie and me because Mary was usually the butt of our jokes. How could we not make fun of her seriousness? It was just too easy.
"I'm just trying to say that the story has some plot holes, as a fellow writer I thought you'd try a little harder Rachel-"
"I just made it up Mary; excuse me if I don't spout Shakespeare at the snap of your nimble fingers." I'm not always this snippy at Mary. We were writing buddies and all but when it came to my vampire stories she always gave me crap. Not that I didn't deserve it, they were in fact crap but I wasn't about to admit that to her. I'm a vampire fanatic, I love collecting books and renting movies about the undead. I even sat through the Dracula starring Keanu Reeves. If that isn't dedication then I don't know what is. It's humble to say that I'm obsessed and I'd been trying to create a decent vampire story for about two years. It didn't help to have a drunken monkey named Mary on my back. Every time I asked her opinion she basically told me that I was a failure.
"Well it sounded like a bad sequel possibly named When the Undead met Rachel's Mary Sue, it's complete crap and you know it." Mary huffed.
"Why are you so cranky?" Stephanie asked. Lying down on the floor she turned toward the blonde haired girl and sat up to tie her brunette locks into a pony tail. We all awaited Mary's brilliant answer. I just closed my eyes and waited for the bitching to start.
"Me, I? What is Mary's problem, okay," she repositioned herself and I groaned knowing that Steph asked the wrong question. "I have 5 hours of AP homework. Not assignments, hours. Unlike you guys and your honors class I have to not only read Hamlet but Macbeth as well, then I have to compare the two plays and contrast them. I have to do this in only four pages- 12 font, Times Roman. How on earth am I supposed to give a throe analysis in only FOUR pages?" Siobhan started to mimic her by dramatically emphasizing Mary's movements which made me laugh and earned the death glare.
"What's so funny Rachel? I not only have this predicament of an assignment but because of it I cannot play my Final Fantasy game that I finally got back from Justy." Siobhan coughed back a laugh at this statement. Sometimes Mary didn't realize how much of a nerd she made herself sound. "But instead of doing my work in order to play this game I'm here, listening to ridiculous plot ridden stories and getting asked stupid questions. So Stephanie, I am in fact cranky but I have no shame for it."
The three of us laughed at Mary, I did feel kind of bad though. Mary skipped sophomore English to go into Mr. Arnt's junior English class. Mr. Arnt was a pen name for the devil and he was in fact evil. I wouldn't be surprised if he was some sort of ancient demon that took pleasure in torturing his students. On top of this her parents threatened to take away her precious mangas if she didn't get at least an A plus in said class from hell. Mangas are the Japanese version of comic books that are more addicting than crack. Not that I know or anything but I've seen people break down at Borders when the number five book of some sort of series was out of stock. God forbid people wait a couple extra days and order it on Ebay.
"Well, it's your fault for not staying in Mrs. Stagg's easy class. Besides video games are a waste of time," I said after calming down from laughing. I started to pick up the wrappers and soda cans from my floor. I knew that it would be messy again in a few minutes but it was easier to periodically clean instead of waiting last minute. "I'd rather read a good book and day dream about it."
"I'd rather watch the history channel and learn something about this pathetic world we live in," Siobhan tossed in because she could.
"I hate it when you guys fight." Steph said. Steph was uber cute at times due to her down to earth attitude toward everything. I was glad to have her around; it was a breath of fresh air compared to the assholes that went to our high school. Steph had these things called "morals" that seemed to be a forgotten piece of one's character nowadays. I'd never admit this out loud but I wished that I could be more like her. Not that I'm a bad person, I just like to fling swear words around a lot.
"If they we were fighting," Siobhan explained, "Mary would open a can of Tae Kwon Do moves, complete with a sword from her back pocket." Siobhan leap up and proceeded to demonstrate some techniques that were total B.S. but hilarious anyway. "But that would never happen because all she'd have to do is talk us to death. OH, burn." She fell back onto my bed exhausted from her efforts to prove her point.
All of a sudden my door (that doesn't have a lock thanks to my parental unit) swung open. My little sister Jen, not Jennifer, stood in the doorway looking pissed as per usual. "Would you guys be quiet? Some normal people are trying to sleep in this household." She had one hand on her hip. This reflected the picture of Tinkerbelle on her night gown that also had one hand on her hip. Her thin brown hair swept up in a messy bun, chewing on gum complete with a glare towards my direction. Pre-teens are so snobby.
"Leave, you're invading my space!" It's not easy for me to keep my anger in check due to all the years of constant nagging that chipped away at my self control.
"What," she paused for dramatic effect, "ever." Then she turned on her heel with her head held high, she didn't even have the common courtesy to shut my door. I raised my eyebrow and lightly shook my head. I guess she got her attitude problems from her stupid little middle school friends.
"If only vampires were real Rach, then one could eat your sister and she'd be awesome!" Siobhan joked. It made me smile because at the thought of my sister of roaming the world at night when she was afraid of the dark.
"You guys, stop it. What if something actually happened to her? That would be so sad and you wouldn't smile then would you Rachel?" Stephanie wasn't aware that both girls were high on sugar and kidding. Mary snorted, probably at the thought of vampires being a real threat. "What would you do if you were cornered by a vampire?"
"I would ask for his number." I was serious too, vampires are hott. I'm sorry but I was the lonely, dateless one in the group. Excuse the teenage hormones.
"I would ask what their favorite color was." Siobhan continued with dry humor. Who knows she probably would. She did believe in the supernatural but she'd rather learn about ancient Egypt or Greek mythology, her thirst for knowledge was uncanny. Unlike Mary she didn't parade it around and loved knowing little facts that no one on this earth would ever think about. So asking a mythical creature its favorite color was a weird question but for Siobhan it was normal.
"That's a ridiculous question," I joked, "Of course their favorite colors are red and black, a duh." I loved to come up with borderline stupid answers to things that Siobhan said because I knew she'd appreciate it. She calls them my Rachel Jokes and they are infamous among the group. It's a rare day that I can come up with a fantastic comeback and win an argument; it's just not my strongpoint.
"I would kick him and run." Mary said matter-of-factly. She did have a black belt but she got it when she was like 11 or something.
"What if you're under his thrall? You'd be unable to move your limbs, what would you do then?" Siobhan badgered.
"That only works on the weak minded so nah," Mary retorted as she crossed her arms over her chest in a confident pose.
"My point exactly!" Siobhan shouted. That's what I loved about her, she was quick and knew how to win arguments, and this greatly pissed off Mary as well as a few of our other friends. It was safe to say that she was like our ring leader; I'd follow her anywhere because she made me feel confident. I don't know what I'd do without her.
"I would scream," Stephanie said seriously breaking the playful banter. Steph was the kind of person that excused herself to the bathroom whenever an intense scary scene came on. I understood, with all the nightmares I've had I now wish that sometimes I went with her. Sometimes I don't even know how she's been our friend for so long. What with my cursing, Siobhan's rebelliousness and her being a devout Catholic, God Bless her purity. I'd never be able to pull it off. Don't get me wrong, we're not like the greasers of our school, we don't cause ruckuses and we don't party like the other idiots, but we ain't no saints either.
"Wouldn't it be funny if there were vampires at our school?" I asked to no one in particular. "That would be awesome, everyone would wear garlic loaves as necklaces- it'd be the new fashion craze." I liked to talk about my insane ideas a loud to my friends, mostly for Siobhan's benefit but I secretly liked to make people feel uncomfortable.
"We wouldn't have to because vampires come out at night, that's when all the murdering takes place. Gosh Rach plot holes, plot holes!" Mary expressed as she popped a few Pringles in her mouth. "Ugh, now I have to play DDR tomorrow to get rid of all this fat." A pillow was again tossed at her head. Like Mary needed exercise. I hated when she said shit like that because it made me feel fatter what with my huge breasts I was cursed with. Probably because they come with a sizeable ass and jiggly bits I'd rather not think about.
"You guys shouldn't be joking about that. Haven't you read The Daily Press lately?"
The Daily Press, more widely known to the town of Apple Valley as The Daily Stress, was the local conservative newspaper. Apple Valley wasn't a real small town but there wasn't exactly an abundance of newsworthy stories to go around. So when something kind of big happened it made the front page. This meant a local winning a jam making contest. Wow, what a ground-breaking discovery.
The latest thing was the disappearances of two teenagers from our "rival school." It was Apple High vs. Granite Hills; this only mattered in the sports section of the paper. They weren't really our rivals because our school used their football field. Pathetic. Our football team sucked anyway. Yay! Granite lost another game, big shocker.
"They probably ran way from home Stephanie; it's wouldn't be the first time. They're probably hanging out at a friend's house or partying in an abandoned warehouse." Mary said all of us knowing she probably was right (something none of us would express verbally).
"But the cops have given up which means they could be dead." Stephanie wasn't always this serious but she took other people's pain pretty hard. She almost had a breakdown when she ran over an already dead rabbit. "The school is going to start making people have escorts home. The cops think they were kidnapped and now they want to be sure no other high school-ers disappear." Steph was an ASB member and always had the inside scoop of what was going on behind the scenes.
"What the hell?" Siobhan expressed bluntly, "They disappeared at night! Yet the stupid authorities think that this kid- no I'm sorry teen-napper isgoing to walk alltheway across campus to get one kid inbroaddaylight. Nobody isthatstupid!" Sometimes when she gets heated she blends her words together, I'm usually the only one who understands her on the first try.
"Great, now I have to write an article for newspaper about this stupid thing. Honestly, I'm business editor and the front page editor, what do these people expect from me?" Mary huffed. With four AP classes under her belt I couldn't understand how in the hell she could take newspaper on top of all of it. I guess it was the overachiever in her. I tried to take newspaper for a few weeks, I nearly stabbed everyone there. The stupidity that oozed from those people made me want to cry everyday. I felt bad for her but she did bring it upon herself.
"I could write a theory piece about vampires kidnapping the kids and using them has their pleasure slaves." I suggested and smirked at Stephanie shocked face. It was too easy.
"I'm not in theory paper Rachel, I'm in news paper, we write the news not fantasy fiction." Mary exploded like I knew she would.
"Marybreathe." Siobhan said mockingly.
"Sorry for throwing out an idea to help make your life a little easier. My bad." I knew I was being a smart ass but in my defense I did have too much Pepsi.
"I'm really scared about this, guys." Steph put her hands to her face again in her classic pose.
"Then change the subject, I for one am tired of talking about vampires. How about Hemmingway's writing techniques? Now that's interesting." Mary perked up and wasn't joking about the topic. She loved to torture us with learning even outside of school; I just raised my right eyebrow and gawked at her.
"How about Hemmingway's technique of putting us to sleep?" Siobhan said as she pretended to snore. All the time during English class we used to throw things at Mary in our freshmen year. Which could be the reason I almost got a C, but whatever I passed. Siobhan unlike me never has to worry about grades, I could study twice as much as her and she forgets there is even a test to study for. Who gets the higher grade? Take a wild guess.
"I know," Steph said suddenly with an odd evil glint in her eye. Why was she looking at me? "Let's talk about Rachel's new crush!" I suddenly found Steph anything but cute. That was a secret passed by notes in our boring English class. It wasn't a topic of discussion; it was a crush and nothing more.
"Oh la la, who is the like, the lucky hunk?" Siobhan asked in a quite frightening valley girl accent.
I was extremely uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gaze of my closest friends. I still hadn't quite worked out my feelings on the whole situation, how was I supposed to defend myself against them? I knew they wouldn't let me not talk about it however so I just spilled, quietly.
"Nick." I barely whispered it but Steph took it upon herself to blurt it out 20 times louder then I would have liked.
"NICK! Isn't that crazy?" Steph was smiling like a madman, if there was one thing she got excited about it was guys. For some reason the shy and pure one was more boy crazy then she'd admit to.
"What? He's an egoistical jackass." Siobhan grabbed Stephanie's hand that wanted to censor her profanity. Ever since Steph joined the group I tried to limit the swearing but I guess I still got to Siobhan. It wouldn't be long before all my friends had a potty mouth.
"Hey guys let's not talk about this now," I needed to change the subject, "Did you hear about Christina Schuler's mom taking out of school? It's probably all this disappearing business, like Steph said it's a big issue-"
"Oh no, you say you like this boy you need to complete it with who, what, where, when and most of all why?!" Mary cut me off again, not that it was surprising.
"Well we know who and what!" Steph said all giddy like. Ugh.
"Ok where?" Mary slipped into her annoying, nosy reporter character.
"Outside of French class." I knew I was cornered so I might as well get the interrogation over with. It's no wonder I suffer from paranoia.
"Why?" Siobhan and Mary said at the same time. They should practice that, it was a neat party trick.
I had thought about the question before, and it was the million dollar question. I don't know what hit me. I know that it happened yesterday and before that I never cared about the guy. Nick was just another popular guy who chased cheer leader types and was in a band. I'll admit when he played lead guitar he was sexy. But I'm into drummers so what the hell? In fact I had a crush on Stephen, the drummer in Nick's band for about a year now and all of a sudden I switched to liking Nick? That didn't happen to me, what was next? Falling for the bass player Ben, no thank you.
I tilted my head, honestly thinking about what struck me. He was paler yesterday and sticking to the shadows. Instead of being his chatty self he kept ignored his usual onslaught of adoring (cough horny) fans adding mystery to his physique. I liked that. He also spiked his red tinted brunette hair and ditched his glasses for ones that turned into shades when the sun hit them.
"I guess with his black eyeliner and lean muscled body- he looked pretty damn good," Stephanie sighed at my profanity but I continued, "I guess it was his gothic appearance. All black clothes even a black bag. Very attractive I must say." There was more to my explanation but I didn't feel like sharing for fear my friends thinking I was an idiot.
There was something about his confidence that day, instead of his usual cockiness he acted like calm and uncaring. Our eyes connected for one second and I swear my heart skipped and my knees buckled. You now see why I couldn't say this out loud because I'd be laughed at til kingdom come. It was safe to say that was I smitten by his appearance and not his personality, which was lacking of substance. Then again I'd never talked to the guy so my assumptions were purely based upon that of Siobhan, who worked with him sometimes in the theatre.
"He reminded me of a vampire," To this day I don't know what possessed me to say that. But I quickly felt stupid because I heard groans from Mary and Stephanie. Siobhan used my weapon of eyebrow rising against me and I put my head back against the wall and sighed.
"Wait a minute; doesn't he live down your street?" Siobhan questioned with a side smile on her face. I whipped my head to stare at her in alarm. Whenever Siobhan put her mind to something she followed through. Even if I did beg her not to, it would only add fuel to her fire.
That didn't stop me from trying though.
"Siobhan, whatever you're thinking it obviously would not be pleasant. It's just stupid crush, I'll get over it tomorrow, I promise." I sat up in a better begging position, not my finest hour but I really didn't want to face any humiliation that was possibly in store for me.
Like I said it was no use as Siobhan chuckled a little to herself at my performance. She had the same gleam in her eye when CJ Armstrong, the jackass senior who thought his shit didn't stink, started making fun of the way she spelled her name. So like any typical freshmen girl, she devised a plan to seek revenge. Poor guy didn't know what he was in for. She gathered our entire group, about ten give or take and together we gathered all the toilet paper we could get our hands on. We then waited until it was four in the morning and walked the five blocks in the freezing cold to his parent's pad. Siobhan forgot the fact that the Armstrong family had no trees, probably because we live in a desert, but did that stop her? She had us wet the paper and throw it at his house. It stuck to all the windows and reminded me of mammoth spit balls.
Apparently the family couldn't take a joke and freaked out. They put up signs and even went so far as to take out a classified ad in The Daily Stress asking for anyone to come forth with information because that's what Jesus would do. I add the religious piece because that particular portion of the ad got to Stephanie's conscious. Poor girl felt guilty the entire time, even though she only wet the paper and left the throwing to the rest of the group, she still felt like a betrayer. Whatever.
After she admitted to the Armstrong family that she was apart of the scheme they wanted the rest of our names. Steph didn't say a word and for that Siobhan, Mary and I stepped forth. We all regretted this soon after because we had to serve thirty hours of community service. It was only ten but due to Mary's consistent whining about her permanent record the judge added twenty more to insure that it "never happened again." We served our time at my mom's library and received a lecture everyday about the rights of someone's private property in addition to wasting paper. It wasn't so unpleasant; all we did was help fix books and stock selves.
It was of course worse for me because the lectures didn't stop until I went to bed at night. I learned to tune her out and now I constantly tune out a lot of things. It's a blessing when my classmates got rowdy and a curse when lecturing teachers call on me out of the blue.
"We just want to check up on the guy." Siobhan liked to sometimes speak on behalf of the whole group, "I learned my lesson about Armstrong, honestly. No pranks involved, I just want to do a quick sweep of the perimeter and possibility break into his house if he's not home. It's no big deal." As she was talking she pulled on her white checkered converse and sky blue wind breaker.
"I'm not going to break into his house!" Stephanie exclaimed Siobhan and Mary turned to shush her. My mom wasn't a light sleeper but she was cranky if we were too loud. "I was grounded for a whole month; I'd rather not be grounded for the rest of my high school career."
"A whole month" meant three weeks for Stephanie, the rest of us and our parents held numerous meetings after the practical joke. It was embarrassing when Mary's parents brought in a therapist. We were forced to talk about our anger issues and write letters apologizing to the family and the community. I believe Mary's letter was printed in the school's paper which caused our wonderful class mates to make fun of us for the next few weeks. I didn't care but Stephanie was so mortified that she spent her lunch breaks in the ASB office.
The only part that bugged the hell out of me was when CJ was present at the meetings. He was the star of every drama production and knew how to make himself out to be the victim. CJ didn't count on Siobhan and my acting abilities though; I was able to break down in tears and was excused. Steph to this day thinks that were real bona fide feelings coming forth. I honestly just didn't want to miss the puppet episode of Angel.
"That's what you get, you peacher." Siobhan joked as she walked out of the room to locate my flashlights. Stephanie had a confused look on her face; I ignored Siobhan's comment thinking it must be something that Mississippi folks say. During the summer she lived there with her second family. I was glad she got to be out of California but at the same time I dreaded every break because it meant I had no one to randomly call about what was on Ghost Hunters or what celebrity was forced into rehab.
"I would like to see what he's up to, he looked so tired yesterday at the newspaper meeting. Amanda," the newspaper editor, "had to ask him four times to take off his damn glasses. I don't know what their problems were; maybe they're dating or something. Which would be horrible because newspaper does not need any more drama!" Mary ranted as she also pulled her flats and jacket on. "I'm in; this is the only excitement I get." Besides the one prank Mary did homework, read mangas, played videogames, went to a few sleepovers and watched Battlestar Galactica on Friday nights. That's how she maintained her 4.6 GPA average.
We all moved into my kitchen, my holey black converse felt weird with my Disney PJ bottoms and Marvel Zombie jacket. If Nick did happen to see me I'd be the laughingstock of the century. But whatever, you only live once.
"Well then I might as well go, you guys will just pressure me into doing it."
"That's the spirit Stephanie!" Siobhan said as she wrote a note in case my mom woke up to find our beds empty:
Mom, gone to see a movie at Justy's house.
Love you, Siobhan
Siobhan frequently left my mom letters like this. It was kind of funny and disturbing at the same time.
"As long as there's no toilet paper involved I'll go." Steph nodded with her brave little toaster face and zipped up her pirate jacket.
"Dang it," Siobhan snapped her fingers teasingly.
"If we go we must call Justy," Mary stated and went over to my phone to dial his number. Nobody told her it was three in the morning because she would not have cared.
Justin was my neighbor and what one would call a flamboyant individual. He was the twin of Mary in the respect that they were both anime freaks. He was probably watching Sailor Moon or reading Fruits Basket for the millionth time. He tried to get me addicted to them but I didn't want another obsession. It wasn't until he brought over Vampire Hunter D that I got interested and promptly stole it from his collection to add to my own.
Mary and he were all buddy, buddy whereas I was just the neighbor. Mary was the one who called him Justy because he liked to emphasize the Y in MarEE's name. I thanked the heavens that he didn't start calling me Rachy or Siobhan- Siobhanie. I'd have to punch him in the face.
"His parents hate me because of this," I explained pointing toward Mary's rapid fire explanation and hand gestures. The girl always talked with her hands, I could sometimes understand a whole conversation she was having from across campus. It was that bad.
"Should I text my mom and tell her what we're doing?" Steph asked innocently.
"Yes, tell her that we're going to spy on the neighbors again but we're not up to anything we swear." Siobhan stared at Steph and smiled.
I almost left a note for my mom as well, she rarely ever believed that we were doing what was left in the initial note and liked to call Justin's parents; no matter what time it happened to be. That was always fun.
Mary hung up the phone and said Justy would be in fact joining us on our adventure. I wasn't so sure that was a good idea. Even though it was good to have boy along with us he would most likely ditch us if there was any real danger. I sighed and grabbed my favorite red flashlight and linked arms with Steph. She was the only person I wasn't sore at right now. Siobhan laughed again and knew that I would enjoy myself or at least chuckle about it the next day. But right then I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I hated walking around my neighborhood at night, you would too if you watched as many scary movies as I did. Scenes from every dumb high school horror movie kept replaying over and over in my head. I would probably be the first to go because I was the one who was over thinking the situation. Then I'd end up getting attacked on the way.
"Let's tame this wild beast." Siobhan said excitedly as she led the way through my garage. I wished she hadn't said that, beast plus walking around alone in the dark lead to definite monster eating.