Scent of a Vampire by Jude Stephens

Author:Jude Stephens
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-05-18T08:12:16+00:00

Chapter 18

The door swung open and I wanted to take it back. I didn't want to walk into the bedroom. I didn't want to see what was in there. I forced myself to take a step forward. I collapsed onto my knees, "Nooooooo, God please noooooo."

I wailed. My stomach twisted and I heaved. I crawled to the corner of the room and threw up.

My body continued to be rocked by convulsions but I made myself crawl to the side of the bed.

I needed to see them; they were my parents. I pulled my shaking body up on my Mom's side of the bed. An image of Sunday morning came to me. It was the one day my parents would sleep in. And every Sunday I would sneak into this room and try my best to crawl into the bed with them without waking them up.

Of course both of them would be awake from the minute I opened the door. I would grab the end of the blanket and pull myself up and with flailing arms and legs would crawl over Mom and plop myself between the two of them. They worked very hard trying not to laugh. And every Sunday without fail Dad would stretch and yawn and say, "Oh my goodness Olive Oil, have you been there all night?" Olive Oil was his nickname for me.

Now as I pulled myself up, I saw Mom staring with unseeing eyes at the ceiling. Her throat had been slit. Blood spread out on the pillow underneath her head. It had turned her salt and pepper hair a reddish shade.

With a strange detachment, I noted her favorite white eyelet sheets that she had for years and loved were probably ruined. I bet they would never come clean. I crawled over Mom and saw Dad too was staring at the ceiling. His throat had also been slit. I tried to lay myself between them and saw their hands were clasped. The tears started flowing. I raised their entwined hands and ducked under them and lay there with their arms wrapped around me. I lay there Scent of a Vampire – Jude Stephens

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sobbing and thinking about Sunday morning and Olive Oil so I never heard him enter the bedroom.

"Welcome Miss Sherman. It's so nice to see the whole Sherman family reunited once more." At the sound of the voice, my head shot up. It was the bad guy on the right from my kidnapping the other day. I think my mind may have snapped because in a surprisingly calm voice I asked him, "You know, the last time we met, I didn't catch your name."

He looked surprised at my question but answered, "Well, let me rectify the situation by properly introducing myself. My name is Evan Sebastian."

I looked around, "Is your troll with you?" He smiled, "Rest assured Miss Sherman he is close by."

I still had the gun gripped in my hand. I didn't think he could see it. I tried to make sure that I didn't do anything that would draw attention to it.

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