Chapter 12: A Meeting With Answers

Jared and Jasper came over later that afternoon. I guessed that in a town this small there was not a lot do to for fun, because the boys seemed to be over here all the time. Normally, I found it very annoying whenever people came over and never seemed to leave. For some reason, it did not seem to bother me much anymore.

We once again found ourselves in the downstairs rec room. It seemed to be the place to gather or it could have been the fact it was the most private place in this town. We could gather in peace and not worry about being overheard. Of course, I was not aware that we had anything to hide.

Cheyenne was perched on the end of the coach next to Jasper. Whenever he was around, it seemed like she tried to get as close as possible to him.

Jared was sitting in a beanbag chair in the corner of the room looking as if he would rather be anywhere but here. I had to agree with him. Spending the afternoon down here had not been my idea. I had even fought not to come down here.

Apparently, Cheyenne had other plans. She had that she could help me with my "little mystery" as she put it. She had just gotten done trying to help me with it and that had not gone so well.

Jared looked up from his nails. "Why are we here, Cheyenne?" he asked in a bored voice.

"Jessie is still convinced that she saw something the other night," Cheyenne said throwing me under the boat.

"And why do you need us?" Jared inquired.

Cheyenne shrugged. "It is not like you were going to do anything today anyway." She stood up and pulled Jasper to his feet. "Besides it could be fun."

Jasper snorted. "Define fun."

"Where is your sense of adventure?" Cheyenne snapped back.

I was rather surprised at Cheyenne. She did not strike me as the type to get overly involved in mysteries. She was probably just bored and had nothing else to do.

"I do not have one," Jasper said.

"I noticed," Cheyenne muttered.

Jared turned to me. "Are you still going on about the party?"

I bit me lip. For some reason, now I did not want to push the issue. "Yeah," I replied in a small voice. I looked up at him. He was staring at me.


"Cheyenne gave me a book about the town."

Jared rounded on Cheyenne. "You gave her that piece of crap!"

Cheyenne shrugged. "She wanted to know the truth and I was a good person and pointed her in the right direction."

Jared and Jasper exchanged looks. Cheyenne held a gaze that said not to mess with her. I had a feeling that once again, I was the only one in the dark.

"Was is going on?" I asked in a small voice.

None of them answered me.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on here!" I exclaimed.

"You read the stories right?" Cheyenne asked.

I nodded. "But they did not make any sense."

"Well to the outsider they would not."

"I do not understand."

"The stories are not just stories," Jared said jumping into the conversation. "It is our town's local history."

I snorted. "Yeah right."

Cheyenne nodded. "It is the truth."

"The book you gave me-"

"Shadows' Book," Jasper said cutting me off.

"Whatever is a work of fiction," I finished.

"Most fiction comes from fact," Jared said in defensive of the book.


"History can be written in the form of fiction," Cheyenne pressed.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "So, you are saying that it is fiction."

Cheyenne jumped. "No, of course not."

"It kind of sounded like you were."

"I-" She broke off and looked at the boys as if she was seeking backup. The boys looked everywhere, but at her. Cleary, they were not going to be able help to her. Maybe it would offer me a chance.

"So, is it a book of fiction?" I asked.

Jared swallowed hard. "I didn't stay that it wasn't."

"So what is it?" I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down. I was not going to give up.

"It's has more truth than anything," Jared said slowly.

"Meaning?" I pressed. I was not letting up until I got the entire truth. I was sick of feeling like an outsider and sick of waiting. I wanted to feel like I belonged again. To me, the sooner that happened the better. I needed to fill hole. I needed to be completed.

"Do you believe in the Other World?" Jasper asked.

My eyes narrowed. What did he mean by the Other World.

"What about the Other Side?"

"Are you talking about ghosts?" I snorted. "Is this some sick and twisted kind of game to you guys?"
Cheyenne shook her head. "No." She looked at the boys. "This is not a game. It's real."

"There is no such thing as ghosts," I said slowly.

"It's just not limited to ghosts," Jared replied.

"That stuff isn't real."
Jasper leaned forward in his seat. "Is it really that hard for you to believe in the impossible?"
"By saying that it is impossible, means that you don't believe in it and, therefore, I do not," I huffed.

Jasper frowned. "I never said that I didn't believe in it."

"You sure as hell implied it." I looked up at the ceiling. "I don't understand this town. What is with all of the secrets?"

Jared shrugged. "It's a small town. They all have their secrets."

Cheyenne gave her boyfriend a look. "Not helping."

I did not respond. I thought we were going to actually get somewhere. Instead we were just bickering like small children. I wanted to know the truth and I wanted it now. I hated that I was being kept out of the lope.

"Well, I live here now. Don't you think that I have the right to know?"

Cheyenne stared at her feet. "That's just it. You and your brother and sister are the first never arrivals in years."

"People don't leave or move in?"

Cheyenne bit her lip. "Well, people don't move in. They do leave but always seem to come back."

"Why is that?"

"Do you remember the story about the Brents and the Blacks?" Cheyenne asked.

I nodded. How could I forget about that?

Cheyenne tapped the Book of Secrets. "This isn't some kind of fairytale book. It's all real. Think of it as the history of Weeping Lake."

My eyes narrowed. This had to be some kind of sick people. That book was probably just used to scare the local children or something like that. I looked up at the rest of them and waited for them to laugh. No laughter came. "You're not joking?" I asked slowly.

Cheyenne shook her head. "Fraid not."
I looked back at the book. "I don't get it."

Jared came over to me and put his arms on my shoulders. "Think about it like this. Everything that you can possibly come up with in your brain is real."

I looked back at him not sure of what to say.

"That story The Diary of Jane is about a human, Graham McCann, falling in love with a vampire Jane Hocking," Cheyenne said. "It happened in Victorian England, but after learning the truth of his lover, Graham moved here."

"And?" I pressed.

"Graham married Abigail Brent," Cheyenne said. "He was one of this town's founders."

I nodded. I still did not really understand it. I supposed that I would never truly understand it either.

"Graham made it his life mission to stomp out supernatural forces in this world. Instead of achieving this goal, it cost him his life. He was killed by a pack of werewolves a few years after this town was settled," Cheyenne continued. "His death allowed for other supernatural creatures to move in."

I stared at the floor. I was afraid to ask the question. "Did they leave?"

Cheyenne shook her head. "No, they are still here. That's why no one can leave the town. The secret is too dangerous to get out."

I nodded. I was not sure if I believed all of this, but it was nice to be included in the lope.

Jasper got to his feet and clapped his hands. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I for one could use something to eat. The mood in this room is just too dark and I don't know. We need to lighten it up at bit."

Cheyenne and Jared made sounds of agreement.

I shot Jasper a grateful smile. I loved people like him who just seemed to know how to make the world go round.

Jasper saw my smile and shot one back. His smile made me feel human and was something that I needed to feel.