Rudolph flew us off to the cemetery, while my thoughts whirled around in my head. What did he mean, we had to talk? So far, I thought I didn't need to know any more. That, I was mistaken.
Tony was chattering with Rudolph, who occasionally nodded and smiled. I guess Tony had made a friend after all, although not the one I had been expecting.
I stared straight into the starry sky, closing my eyes and trying to calm down. My mind wouldn't allow that. It kept buzzing me with unanswered questions that made me a little dizzy. Maybe it's just because I'm flying.
Rudolph glanced behind him cautiously, then plummeted down to the ground. My stomach swooped, and I swear I my eyes were bulging out of their sockets.
He gently hit the ground, feet first, and let us go. "Hurry. My family is coming," he hissed softly, shooing us to a nearby gravestone.
We hid, crouching as the sound of flapping and squeaking approached our ears. Tony shuddered. I put a hand over his shoulder awkwardly, trying to comfort him.
Rudolph sat on a tombish rock, being ever-so patient.
There was a flash of light, and two adult people flew gently to the ground. "Rudolph, darling! I was worried sick!" a woman with blonde puffy hair exclaimed, running forward and squeezing Rudolph.
"Mother, I'm fine. I only went The Road Less Traveled," Rudolph said calmly.
The man went beside the woman, a grim expression etched on his pale face.
Suddenly, a strange hissing went behind Tony and me. Frozen, my eyes traveled to find a teenage-looking boy snarling at us. But behind that snarl, I could a smile of evil.
Tony yelled and ran away. I was paralyzed though. My breathing increased, and I tried my hardest not to faint in terror. I couldn't scream, though. My voice was caught in my dry throat, and the only thing I could manage was a crackly squeak.
Rudolph rushed to the gravestone. "Gregory! Leave them alone! They're my friends!" he protested, shoving his brother away. I made a mental note to thank Rudolph later.
Gregory scowled, mostly at me. Tony hid behind Rudolph.
The man was suddenly at my side, frowning. "A mortal?! We're not foolish enough to think Rudolph has befriended mortals," he spat.
I couldn't think of a decent reply, so I just gazed back in horror.
"But dear, it's only a teenage girl and a boy. They're harmless. But if you want to eat them, go ahead," the woman said in a soft, velvet voice.
The man shook his head, distressed. "I never said that! Anyway, I couldn't. Not after all these years," he replied, closing his red eyes. They snapped open again. "Go! Now!" he commanded. I managed to nod lithely.
Rudolph stood in front of his father. "But Tony knows about the amulet! He knows about us!" he retorted.
"Then he's a spy!"
"Rudolph, dear. What about the girl?" his mother questioned.
Suddenly, all eyes were on me. I felt my inner-self shrink up in self-consiousness. "I'm Tony's sister," I mumbled, trying to be calm. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gregory's lips twitch into a nasty grin.
That made me angry. What's so funny about being somebody's sister?!
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Gregory's Angel
RomanceI wrote this when I was 15 years old so if you think that the main character is really mean to her brother, Tony, it's because in reality I was a bitch to my real brother now that I'm rereading through my stories at 24 years old, I realize how horri...