Vampire Capture

Chapter one part two

 I heard a muffled crying when I entered the home and I could tell it was a young boy’s cry. Oh god Samson. I got to get to Samson. I raced up the mahogany stairs to my little brothers room and heard the crying more clearly so I opened the door. “Oh god Samson what happened.” I asked as I stared horrified at his arm where a deep wounded cut him in his arm. “Mommy.” Is all I got from him? I grabbed Samson and helped him to the bathroom and opened the door and went in with Samson in my arms still sobbing. I put him down on the toilet and started the tub. I turned on the hot water and filled the tub and left him to get in on his own. As I left the bathroom my mom had awoken in the corner in the room “What in god’s name where you doing did you know that if you cut him any deeper you could have hit his main artery mom!” I yelled at her I mean just because dad left us and she started drinking gave her no right to hurt me and my little brother. “He called me alcoholic so I hit him.” She hissed. I could smell the beer of last night in her breath as it wafted up my nostrils “You call that a hit you cut his arm! His only 13 mom I mean for god sakes women you couldn't just yell and leave!” I yelled at her “I’m sick of him not keeping his thoughts to himself. Haven’t you taught him ‘If you don’t having anything nice to say then don’t say it at all’?” She sneered “No because I think if you got something on your mind you should get it out. I don’t tell someone to keep to themselves because I know how that feels mother and if you don’t like what I’ve been teaching him then raise him yourself!” I yelled at her “Well maybe you should reteach him to keep to his stupid self for once!” she yelled back. I glared at her and thought how could we originate from her I mean we don’t even look alike. You know what we don’t even look like are dad that much either. “You know what I would rather kick you out. I mean I’m the one paying for rent and I’m the one with a job. So if I were you I would watch your tongue when you’re talking to me. The only thing keeping you here is Samson. I wanted him to have a real mom but no you always have to be drunk to keep your sorrow out about dad leaving. But you know what I don’t blame him for leaving I just wish he took me and Samson with him!” I yell out. Wow that felt good to get that of my chest. I locked eyes with my mom who had unshed tears in her eyes. “You know I always thought my own daughter was on my side but obviously you’re not your on his. Just keep your brother . . . ,” she paused then went off again “Raise as your own I don’t care anymore! You guys are nothing but a disgrace to your family bloodline!” she said and she gathered herself up and started to her room. I walked out of Samson’s room and told her “If so everything I bought you is too. So you can’t take them with you including the bed, blankets, and shoes except for the ones grandma got you!” I yelled at her “Fine!” she yelled back running slow and sluggish because the effects from the beers she drank last night hasn’t left her system. “Good and don’t ever come knocking on my door you hear me lady!” I screamed so she heard me crystal clear and my answer was a satisfying slam of the front door. “Good ridden.” I whispered with a smile. I headed up the old curving mahogany stairs to Samson’s room to get him ready for sleep. Thank god it was Friday. I sighed. The old house was soothing without my mom anymore it almost felt serene, almost. I entered the medium sized room turning to go in the white tiled bathroom with Samson half asleep half awake in the tub with his lower portion of his body and wounded arm soaked in the warm water. “Is she gone forever Seren?” my little brother asked “I don’t know but for your wellbeing I hope so.” I said it a little harsh but it was the truth. “Seren can you help me bandge this arm up?” Samson asked using my nickname he gave me. Seren short for Serenity in his eyes and it sounded right coming from my little boy I mean brother. ‘Wow where did that come from’ I thought baffled as that entered my mind “Of course sweetie.” I said soothingly for him. I walked to the mirror/cabinet in the bathroom and opened it and grabbed the gauze, antibiotic, a needle, and a string with small scissors. “Ok this might hurt so bite on this.” I said handing him a wooden stick from the chair parts that I’ve been meaning to put together but seemed useful at this moment. He bite down on it so I started to clean the cut with some antibiotic gel and rubbed it on. Then I grabbed the string and put it through the loop in the needle “You ready?” I asked him and he nodded so I grabbed his arm and put the needle through the first part of the skin and did the same thing with the rest and pulled tight to close it and tied it together. I looked up to see Samson’s stained cheeks with tears and a tight grip on the wooden leg of the chair. “It's done Samson your ok now.” I reassured him “Ok thank you sissy.” He said after he spit out the wooden leg into the bathtub. “Well let’s get you out so you can get dried and dressed to go to bed.” I told him and he nodded. So I grabbed his favorite green towel and came back in to an empty bathtub. I walked over and wrapped it around him and took him out. “Your cloths are on your bed with your favorite song on and humidifier for your nose ok bud.” I told him “Ok Sis.” He said looking down. I knew ever sense dad left he wasn’t right he was always sad. Know that I think about it so was I. I headed out to my room which was a cross from Samson’s and entered in. I switched the light on and it illuminated my blue room. I lay down on my bed and grabbed the bills to see how much I owned. 110 for electric Thanks a lot mom! The others bills for the house sort of below 90 bucks. I got up off my bed. I walked to the wooden blue door and turned the knob. I walked out and turned to go down the mahogany stairs. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I took a left turn to the kitchen where the home phone was hanging. I grabbed the old styled white telephone punched in Mrs.Stanles number. The telephone was ringing for about a minute. "Hello.” I said in to the telephone “Hello dearie do you need to go on your run?” Mrs.Stanles asked “ya the wicked witch of the west finally left me and Samson alone for good this time.” I told her “well that’s good. Is Samson asleep like usual?” she asked “Ya he is I just need you to watch him for about an hour tops that’s all Mrs.” I informed her “Ok be there in a jiffy.” She responded “Ok thanks.” I said back and hung up. I walked back up the stairs and went to my room and changed out of my blue blouse and blue skinny jeans. I exchanged my blue high heels for my black and white sneakers. I had just put on my black shirt and sweats when the door bell rang. I ran down the stairs and through the living room to the front door to find Mrs.Stanle all ready to go with her stuff. She had a Green blouse on with nice blue jeans and her blonde hair was up in a pony tail. She was only in her 70’s but she looked nice and she always looked for an occasion where she can dress up because no one asked her to go anywhere because she was too weird to be with. I like her though she seems so nice. “Ok you know the drill I’ll be back in an hour maybe an hour and a half.” I told her while passing her. “Um you know I hate to go into someone’s home without asking my dear. Oh and I’ve gotten use to the routine around here.” She reminded me. “Oh yes your welcomed in to my home and I know I’m just use to saying it.” I told her with a bright smile “Ok and dearie do be careful I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She said with a warm smile “I know.” I said back then took off down the dark road. I saw a truck behind me a couple of times and I could tell it was the same one because it had a black fuzzy dice in the truck. I ran up to the community park water fountain and took a drink when I was done I went and sat on the bench that was about a couple of steps away. I sat down and looked at the park when my eye caught something. I stood up and walked over “Hello.” I said “Hi.” It said back “You need to go the man in the truck that keeps following you is deadly and he will do anything in his power to get to you or get you.” the voice said “Ok. What do I do?” I asked “Take the shortest way home ok but don’t head back the way you came from. He is hoping you just get tired tonight and walk the way you just came from to your home.” The voice said flatly but fast “Quickly now you need to go he is closing in.” it said. I didn’t react but I got up and made it look like I was ready to run some more. I ran to the end of the park and took a left to go to the coldsact next to my neighborhood. I went through the field and stopped when I heard a noise. When I listened harder I could hear two of them but they didn’t sound like noises but instead voices. I got closer and decided to investigate this bickering. I saw a tall man who had brown hair that was covering his left eye. He was wearing a black tight shirt and jeans that hugged his athletic body. The other guy looked familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. “Look I’ve warned you to stay away from her to many times its getting annoying.” The voice growled. Wait a minute this is the guy who told me to run away from this other guy the one with the truck. “What are you going to do with her Jackson huh buddy?” the other man asked sarcastically “I’m going to protect her and Samson from you. I won’t force her to love me like you. I’ll let her decide for herself unlike you brother.” Jackson growled. Oh crap it’s Jackson from school and he is going to fight his brother for me. Oh how romantic but strangely awkward. “Listen I thought you hated me so why call me that horrifying name you gave me.” His brother stated “Oh sorry little brother did I hurt your feelings calling you that or should I say Tiki.” Jackson said sternly to Tiki “I like my name better listen.” ‘Snap’ oh crap I stepped on a branch great isn’t that just great and in a bad timing too. “Who’s there?” asked Tiki turning his head good enough to where I saw his red eyes. “Speak now or I will find you.” He threatened. My heart leaped at the fact that one I’m the one he is looking for and I just pissed him off. “Listen Tiki leave the person or animal alone.”Jackson said to Tiki. “Fine I will but I’m thirsty can I get a snack.” He said with a smile “No.” Jackson responded “Why Jackson?” asked Tiki “Because you need to learn not to feed on things here people will notice and then our kind will be exposed.” Jackson told him “One little drink won’t hurt.” He said moving towards me. Instincts kicked in and I jumped up and took off but he was right behind me I ran down the street as fast as I could but I stopped for a breath and I saw a blur past me and go down my street I didn’t know what the heck it was but I was going to find out. I jogged the rest of the way to my house I opened the door and heard a women scream. Oh god Mrs.Stanle. Oh no Samson I was half way through the house at the guest bedroom door when I heard a little boy cry. I went in to find Mrs.Stanle on the ground knocked out with rope around her body and Samson my little brother tied to a chair crying his eye’s out “Sissy, sissy please sissy where are you. Help me. Please sissy I’m scared.” He cried over and over “its ok Samson I’m here ok.” I reassured him “No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Please leave her alone please.” He cried “Samson everything…” I felt a bursting pain in the back of my head I lifted my hand up and touched the back of my head I felt something wet there. I felt dizzy and confused I fell down and as I was starting to lose conciseness I heard “Sissy help me please sissy don’t let him hurt me.” Samson screamed and all I thought was oh my god he is going to kill me and Samson. Then nothing I drifted into a cold abyss state.

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