Spectrum

Chapter 1

==> Be Rose Lalonde

Your name is Rose Lalonde, you are a member of the infamous Strider-Lalonde pack, a group of demon hunters, one of the best groups in the country. Your family have been hunting demons and the like for generations, and god your back hurts from sitting like this. You've been in the car for seven hours now after your sister, Roxy, discovered a string of related attacks in Waterville, Kansas, attacks that she believed to be vampire attacks. All the victims had told similar stories, being cornered, late at night, in a secluded area. The assailant had then pinned them down and bitten their arm, not a large enough bite to kill them, just large enough to make them pass out for an hour or two. Logical conclusion: Vampire. Your job is to take it out before it kills someone.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, you hear someone talking and blink the sleep out of your eyes. "Dirk change the radio station already," a voice whines from behind you, "We've been listening to love songs since Oklahoma, which was two hours ago." "Shut up Dave, this is my favorite" says Dirk. Dirk and Dave are the Strider brothers, your cousins, who have an obsession with sunglasses and rapping, which gets very old very quick, especially when you're stuck in an enclosed space with them for seven hours. "Yeah Dirky change the station," mumbles Roxy from the passenger seat. Her words slurring in her state of drunkenness. If her speech pattern wasn't evidence enough of her alcoholism the half empty bottle in her hand certainly was. Your family was the definition of dysfunctional.

You stretch uncurling your stiff muscles and yawn. "How much further" you mumble. The sky outside is a pretty shade of orange and pink. "We'll probably stop for the night in an hour or so. We could have kept driving if I was able to switch off with Roxy, but she probably doesn't even know that green means go right now." Say's Dirk.

You pull into a motel parking lot almost three hours later. Roxy and Dave are on food duty, Dirk is bringing the bags in and you go and check into a room. The room smells vaguely of cigarettes and buffalo wings, you flop down face-first on a lumpy matress that relases a cloud of dust on impact. Your phone buzzes a few minutes later.

TG: doo you guyz want nacho cheez or kool ranch doritoz

TT: Cool ranch obviously.

TT: Oh, and make sure you get something for us to drink other than apple juice.

TG: i i captain

tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering tipsyGnostalgic [TG]

By the time Dave and Roxy get back you are all absolutely starving, the four of you fall on the food like a pack of hungry wolves. After your satisfying 700 calorie feast, you attept to watch TV but fall asleep in a matter of minutes. Although this bed smells faintly of mildew its better than sleeping against a car door.