Chapter Two:

I heard the front door open and slam shut. “I’m home!” yelled the female voice of my mom. “Daniel, are you home?”

“Yeah mom. I’m in my room.” I answered still looking at the computer screen, looking over the facts.

“Well come down. You’re going to help me make dinner.”

“But Mom!”

“No buts. Come down now!”

“But…”

“If you don’t come down now, you will be grounded.”

I growled, getting up form my seat in front of the computer, and lazily walked to the door, walking down the stairs slightly grumbling. My mom was waiting at the bottom of the steps, slightly tapping her foot in annoyance.

“Don’t grumble. It makes you sound like a dog. You are clearly not a dog either,” scowled my mom. She had short dark brown hair that was slightly curly. She was fairly tall for a woman at the height of six foot one.

I scoffed, retorting,” If I growl like a dog and bark like dog, then I am a dog.”

“Don’t talk to me like that young man. You live under my roof and what I say goes.”

“Yes mother.” I walked around my mom and walked into the kitchen and began preparing dinner with my mom. I still had a scowl on my face while I washed vegetables and cut meat into small, thin pieces. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was five-thirty.

“So how was school?” my mom asked.

“The usual.”

“What is the usual?”

“Boring easy.”

“You are no use,” sighed my mom.

We prepared dinner silently and by six, my dad and sisters were home. My dad was sitting in the den watching TV while my sisters were doing their homework like they always do once they get home from school. At around six-fifteen, my mom called my sisters and dad, screaming,” Dinner! Come and get it.”

I could hear my sisters running down the stairs and into the kitchen, taking a seat at the dinner table as they went. My dad walked in and sat at the head of the table.

We sat silently eating dinner, bringing glasses of pig’s blood to our lips, but never conversing. I pushed peas around my plate, mixing them with the mashed potatoes. Broccoli was pushed to the edge of the plate, and carrots sat on top of the slab of meat loaf that was lying right in the middle.

I wasn’t very hungry and I stared at my food like it was a ghost that came right out of the meatloaf; although, that’s not saying very much. Mom’s meatloaf was as dead as any ghost. Could she make anything alive at all?

Well, back to the point, I was still thinking about that website. I’ve been thinking about it while making dinner and I’m thinking about it now. I excused myself, saying that I wasn’t very hungry. So I headed back to my room, yet again going to my computer. I went to that site again, just to see what else was put up about vampires that were true.

I found that everything on that site was true. I was again surprised that this was something that could put vampires out of this world. What I’m basically saying was that vampires might become extinct. But there was something about this site that told me that the creator of this site is a vampire, then…Nah. That can’t be possible. Why would this person, who is a vampire, want vampires to be gone forever, if this person was also a vampire? It just doesn’t make sense.

I sighed heavily. This didn’t make any sense. My mind reeled the gears that were my brain. I came up with every idea there was and there were only five of them.

The first idea was that the creator of the site wanted to open the world’s mind to the idea of vampires living in their everyday lives. The idea is plausible, but who would want to change the minds of humans who have their mind set on thinking that vampires are monsters who suck human blood for food. It’s not unlikely heard of, but vampires are happy with the lives they live, even thought they have to keep half of it away from thier human friends.

My second idea was that there was some evil vampire who wanted all vampires dead. However, this idea just went down the drain. What vampire would want their entire race wiped out? That is just the most absurd thing I’ve ever cam up with. The dude’s got to be mental to think he can wipe out his entire race. Well, maybe it’s possible. I mean Hitler did it, except he didn’t try to wipe out his entire race, just the Jewish and everyone that didn’t have blue eyes and blond hair, which was practically everyone. Well my point is that even if the guy tried it, it wouldn’t work.

Ok so my third idea was that there is a human that has a vampire for a friend that this friend told the guy everything about vampires. So this guy went behind his friend’s back and made a site dedicated to vampires. Ok, so this isn’t all that believable. So what? I never said that any of this had to be believable; they just had to be my ideas. Besides I wouldn’t know any sane vampire to tell a human what he really is. Now that would be out of the century.

Now my forth idea is very much like idea number three. It’s pretty much unbelievable, but hey, this is my mind we’re talking about. Anyway, back to my idea. There’s a human who decides to stalk this one guy who happened to be a vampire. So the human finds out that this guy is a vampire, so this guy finds out all of the facts and posts it on a site, who knows why, but it’s just as unbelievable as the previous idea. It is just plain weird.

My last idea is that whoever made this site intended for me to see this site. Although, I wouldn’t know why. I’m just a regular guy. Ok maybe not regular, but I’m a guy that’s not popular. I’m not even enthusiastic, and that’s why I don’t have any friends. So how do people know about me? This is, again, unlikely so whatever…

Glancing at the clock displayed on the computer screen, I realized that I have been exploring this website for at least three hours. It was now ten-twenty one and I still had to finish my homework, not like it’s hard or anything.

By eleven-thirty, I was putty my homework back in my backpack. I contemplated whether or not I should just go to bed now, but I just decided to go take a walk like I always do.

I silently walked down the stairs and noticed that my dad was in the den watching TV again. My mom was no where to be seen and I knew that my sisters were up in their rooms doing whatever they were doing. I slowly and silently crept out of the front door as to not frighten my dad, nor did I want to be caught by him. I would be dead before getting caught by my dad.

So yet again, I walked my route and yet again, I can feel those same eyes, but tonight seemed different somehow. It was like a dead stare, a stare that felt like it would pierce a heart without even trying. I felt uneasy, fidgety, as I walked down the sidewalk. I could feel it. Something was going to happen, I know it. It was as if the air around me just thickened, like a fog, but there was no fog.

As I kept walking, I slowly start to feel like there was more than one person watching me. The street light, just a little ahead of me, flickered, making me wonder if the light was going to go out. Either way I kept walking. Just as I walk right under that same exact street light, it went out. The light bulb exploded with a loud snap. I shielded my head form the small shards of glass falling at an increasingly large rate, only it wasn’t needed. The shards landed around me. A think circle of glass was all that was left, surrounding me as if I had just stepped into it.

I stared in shock. There was no way that those shards could have missed me, there was just no way. A gust of wind swooshed by. It was hard enough to make these thousand shards of glass away from me. That same feeling from before came back again, except this time, it was stronger. It felt like an army was just a few feet behind me. I turned around slowly, making sure that there was no one really there in the first place. Sadly, when I turned all the way around, there really was an army. Guns were pointed, suites of black as crisp as night.

I cautiously step away as slowly as I can in fear that they will shoot at me. Not three steps from my original spot, I felt a stab in the upper part of my back. Again, I slowly turn, except, I only turned my head. Staring down at me was a man in his early thirties. He had red eyes, set solely on me. His eyes were set in a glare, his mouth which was thin and dry, was in a thin line as if in a frown. His shoulders were very broad, wide and very muscular.

I just stared at him for a while before he spoke. “He is mine. There is no need for your government to take him from his rightful place.” His voice was deep and had a slight French accent. It wasn’t very noticeable, but it was there.

“He is not to be in the hand of yours,” a man from the other said sad in a very strong Russian accent. He also had red eyes. Dark brown hair covered his head and a cap right on top. It only made me wonder if the guy had a bald spot. His chin was square and his face was long. Strangest thing is that, the guy was so much shorter than me. It seemed as if his lips were set in frown, but I think that it was set in concentration. What would you be concentrating on if you were him? Who knows? “Within your hands this world will seize to exist. Now hand him over.”

“I think not. You will use him as a weapon, a weapon for mass destruction.

The man across from me seemed startled by the accusation. His lips were slightly parted, as if gaping, and his eyes became slightly wider, but it wasn’t very noticeable, but I could see it. He spoke suddenly, his voice scratchy. “And how will you use him? Perhaps send him to war with no knowledge of what he is doing? Or perhaps you plan to kill him so no one else may find him. Am I right…L’Amour?”

It was like I was in the middle of this entire thing. My head turned toward whomever spoke, watching the facial expressions of each man. Although, this man, L’Amour, his expression didn’t seem to change. But I could see it. Ht flicker in his eyes, the fire that burned within them. This fire I saw was the anger he most likey felt toward the other man.

“Who is to say you are not to kill him yourself, Malenkov? Who is to say that he will not kill himself in order to save his won life? So you know any better Malenkov? I don’t believe so. The way I see it, you are just a measly puppet for your government. They don’t care what happens to you or their people. It’s a shame you don’t see it either.” L’Amour paused, talking a breath as if he hadn’t breathed air for quite sometime. “I am saddened to say, Malenkov, that you are surrounded. Surrender this battle and I will spare your life and the lives of your men.”

It was then that I saw them. An army surrounded us all. It even looked like two armies. Each one of these soldiers had chests, daggers, throwing knives, grenades, almost everything you could put on one’s self. Some of these soldiers were women and strangely enough, there were even some who looked like children. I could see Malenkov’s army looking around, the look of fear in their eyes was heavy in the air like the stench of a rotten egg. Even Malenkov himself seemed afraid of L’Amour’s army.

“You win this time L’Amour. And mark my words, we will meet again, and when we do, I shall win.” And in a blink of an eye, Malenkov and his army was gone.

I looked around, trying to find where he went. “Don’t bother looking for him. He’s gone anyway. The next time you see him will be on a battle field.”