I opened the door to my room, stilling smiling from my time with Jay. It felt good to have a friend here in England. Someone I could count on. Someone who I could talk to when I was hurting.
That was until I saw him waiting on the couch. Jays words from before came rushing back to me. Holly his dad is Harold Hearth, you know the leader of all vampires? For a moment I was scared, but then I decided that I didn’t care who he was. He was not going to get away by being a bully. Besides, I was a pretty important person too, being the only surviving member of my family.
“I told you to stay away from him.” Storm said calmly. What a surprise he said something without yelling.
“You’re not my father, so don’t tell me what to do.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I can tell you what to do. Do you even know who I am?” He snarled getting in my face. So much for being calm.
“Strom Hearth,” I sneered his name, “I don’t care who you are, or who your father is. You are not the boss of me!”
My words made his eyes flash with anger and Storm twisted my arm, making me cry out. “Ouch that hurts!”
“Don’t you ever insult my family again!” he said twisting my arm harder. I thrashed around trying to get out of his grasp, but I bumped the table next to us making the vase on top fall to the floor. It broke with an earsplitting crash. I screamed out again, my arm felt like it was on fire.
“Say you're sorry.” He said, but I just shook my head no. “Say your sorry!” he screamed.
Our apartment door banged open and in walked my savior yet again: Seth.
“And what do you think your doing Mr. Hearth?” Demanded Seth. I smiled at him but he ignored me. Storm released my arm and stepped away. “Bullying your room mate earns you a detention Mr. Hearth.”
“But school hasn’t even started yet!” he protested.
“You will serve your detention tomorrow Mr. Hearth. Be at my office at eight.” Seth said ignoring Storm.
“Yes Professor Hale.” said Storm. Professor? Seth never told me he was a professor here.
Seth turned to leave but then he noticed the broken vase.
“And that will be a second detention for breaking school property.”
“That wasn’t me. She broke it.” Seth finally turned to look at me. He didn’t smile or show any emotion at all.
“Is that true Holly?”
“Yes but I didn’t mean to I-”
“Then you will also serve a detention tomorrow. Goodnight.” And with that my cousin stepped out of the room. What the heck? Why was he acting like he didn’t even know me? I stood there shocked.
“What? Did you think that you wouldn’t get in trouble just because you’re new?” Storm sneered. I ignored him and decided that tomorrow I would get to the bottom of this.
The next day I set out to find “Professor Seth’s” office early so I could talk to him. After an hours worth of searching the twisting halls of the castle, I knocked on the door.
“Come in!” I heard him call from inside. Opening the door, I peaked my head in. He was sitting behind a huge oak desk. “Oh Holly I’m so glad you came to see me. I felt awful about yesterday, but my dad said it would be best if nobody knew we are related or even connected. You know, because there is still a murderer on the lose. So, I had to treat you like a normal student. I’m truly sorry.” Relief washed over me as I realized that Seth didn’t hate me.
“Oh thank God, I thought you didn’t like me anymore.”
“Well please don’t think that again Holly, and I'm sorry you felt like that.”
There was a swift knock on the door and then Storm stepped in. The caring look on Seth’s face vanished. “Alright you two, follow me.”
Seth led us to a storage room lined with tons and tons of bookshelves. They were filled with all sorts of old things. He gave us the job of organizing everything. It was going to take forever. We worked for a few hours in silence. Finally Storm spoke.
“I heard your conversation with Professor Hale.”
"And your point?" I asked him, trying to sound causal. In reality, my heart was pounding in my chest.
"He said you two are related, but Professor Hale doesn't have any siblings."
Shit! He must have heard everything. My hands started to trembled and I dropped the box I was holding.
“Holly who the hell are you?” he asked. Surprisingly his voice didn’t have any hatred in it, only curiosity. “I guess I never really thought about who you were until now. You're just an annoying pest who moved here from Chicago. You don’t know anything about vampire, but you are one. I never hear you talk about your family, and I don’t even know your last name.” I stood with my back to him, breathing deeply. What was I going to tell him?
Then I could feel him behind me, standing very close.
“Holly turn around.” I ignored him, and stood perfectly still. "Holly." Storm said again. He put his hand on my shoulder and slowly turned me to face him. I let him.
What else was I going to do? I couldn’t run away. He was my room mate! My heart raced as he picked up one of my golden locks. “I think,” he stared looking me straight in the eye, “I think, I know exactly who you are.” I didn’t say anything and neither did he. The only sound that could be heard was the thumping of my heart. But then, a crashing sound came from the other end of the room. We were surrounded by bookshelves, and I couldn’t tell where the noise came from. Then there was another crash, and then another.
“Move!” shouted Storm and I turned to see that the bookshelf in front of me was crashing down. Everything went dark.
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The Junk DrawerRandom
This is a collection of stories that, at the moment, I do not have time to finish. Either I have lost interest in them or I have hit a wall when it comes to writing them. Hopefully I will be able to finish them in the future... This collection also...