Mirrors Don't Reflect; They Reveal

Chapter 2-You're Not in This Alone

Frank sighed, staring at the moon. At least it wasn't a full moon. Maybe a quick walk. Frank backed away from the window and grabbed his jacket off his bed along with his guitar case, leaving his house without a word. Nobody else was home, anyway. Frank walked down the road, but eventually completely lost track of where he was going, and ended up walking down a path he didn't quite recognize.

The wind was a lot harsher and colder here, and the path seemed neglected. Almost as if nobody used it. Frank shrugged and continued walking, staring down at the ground as he walked. The only problem? He didn't look at any signs. So Frank winded up walking for what felt like hours from his hometown all the way into a town that would be called suicide.

And Frank didn't notice until he looked at the houses. They had a different feel. And that's when Frank noticed something. He made his way all the way to Summit. The problem? He wasn't allowed here. Vampires lived here. Not him. He was sure to get killed. But he continued walking anyway, hopeful to find an exit.

But his hope didn't last long when he accidentally stepped on a leaf. Frank saw someone on their back porch, and he quickly ducked behind the nearest building he could find, quickly moving the guitar case so he was holding it like a weapon, but out of view from around the corner. This wasn't good. He held his breath as he heard slow footsteps making their way towards him. He was definitely going to get caught and killed. But then, the footsteps stopped as someone just a few feet away from turning the corner winced.

Was it…Frank quietly sat the guitar case down then felt at his neck, feeling the necklace he constantly kept around his neck. The cross! He kept a cross necklace on no matter what just for problems like this. Vampires. Frank waited until the other person walked away, probably to avoid the cross. After he heard a door open and close, he slowly looked around the corner. They were gone.

Frank sighed, relieved, then picked his guitar case back up from off the ground, and continued on his walk. Luckily, by this point, the sun was up, so he doubted anybody would be out at this time, and Frank quickly made his way through all of Summit, stumbling across a forest with an opening. The opening had a few stones in a circle along with a few benches. Probably some sort of gathering area? 

Well, maybe he could stop here. Frank sat his guitar case down and looked toward the trees where he just came from. He was deep enough in the forest for nobody in Summit to hear his guitar, but not deep enough to be completely lost. He smiled and opened his guitar case, pulling the guitar out and looking at it. Was it tuned? Frank ran his thumb over the strings. Not completely tuned, but it'll do.

The sun was almost setting at this point since it took forever for Frank to actually find the forest, but it was okay, because now, Frank could play his guitar. He sat down on one of the benches, and began playing. The guitar sounded just a little off because it was slightly out of tune, but it still sounded nice. Better, even, from it being out of tune. It sounded more eerie.

After an hour or so, Frank got bored of sitting in the same position, and lie down on the bench, still playing. He played for a little longer, stopping every now and then to take quick breaks. However, on one of his breaks. Everything went black. Not good.