Woods A man is backpacking through the woods near the church ruins. He hears the sounds of twigs snapping and turns around, coming face to face with Harper, the vampire from the tomb, who still looks hungry. Man:"Jeez! You scared me." Harper:"Do you know what day it is?" Man:"Saturday." Harper:"And what year?" Man:"It's 2010. Are you OK?" Harper:"Thank you." Man:"Wait, what's your name?" Harper:"It's Harper, sir." The man inches closer to Harper, observing him. Man:"How did you get out here? And why are you dressed like that?" Harper:"You seem like a very nice person. I'm sorry." Man:"Sorry for what?" Harper extends his fangs and bites down on the man's neck. The man screams loudly.
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Harper has killed the man. He has also taken his clothing. He pats himself down when a cell phone goes off in his pocket. Confused, Harper takes the phone out and throws it down onto the ground. He quickly leaves the woods. ~~~***~~~ Gilbert Residence
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I was sitting in the porch swing, with my journal on my lap and on the phone as I left a voicemail for Bonnie. Nevaeh:"Hey, Bonnie, it's me just checking in, see how you were doing. We miss you here. Don't let your aunt drive you too crazy." Jenna walks up onto the porch and stops to look at me while sipping her coffee. Nevaeh:"Come home soon. Love you." I hung up the phone. Jenna:"What are you doing out here. It's cold." Nevaeh:"Thinking, writing poems. The, uh, funeral for Bonnie's grandma, it brought back a lot about mom and dad. I was wondering...you said that you would do some digging about them, the adoption." Jenna:"Right." Nevaeh:"So did you? Dig?" Jenna:"Come on inside." Jenna and I walked back inside the house. Jenna pulls out her laptop and sat down at the dining table and I stood next to her, removing my Jean jacket. Jenna:"Your dad kept everything from his medical practice—records, logs, old appointment books." She pulls out a journal and opens it, showing a page to me. "I found an entry from the night you were born. Patient and a birth date. Amelia Peterson." Nevaeh:"Do you think that's her real name?" Jenna:"Pregnant teenage runaway? Probably not. First name, maybe. But where'd she get the last name? Classmate? Friend? So I binged it." She pulled up the internet and typed in the name in the search engine. "I searched all the Peterson's in the area norm in the same year as Amelia, found 3-2 men and women, Trudie, who lived in Grove Hill, Virginia." Nevaeh:"That's not far from here." Jenna:"Well, watch this." Jenna typed something else into the search engine and pulls up an image of Amelia from high school. Nevaeh:"Amelia." I looked at the picture with a smile. "She was a cheerleader." Jenna:"Trudie still lives there." She hands me a post it note. "This is her address." Nevaeh:"What about Amelia?" Jenna:"I couldn't find anything about her." I looked disheartened as I sat down at the table. Jenna briefly pauses before divulging new information. "Listen. There's something else. Mr. Saltzman, Ric, his wife was from around here, and her name was also Amelia." Nevaeh:"Wait. "Was", as in..." Jenna:"She died."
