Gregory laid his icy hand around my thin shoulders. "Elizabeth, don't cry. We're not leaving. Trust me," he said softly, scooping my chin and forcing me to look at him. I gave a wobbly nod.
He sighed, then let go of my face. "You go back to bed. And remember, I'm only being a friend for you. Looking out for you. Isn't that what you humans do?" he said.
I managed a tiny smile. Not anymore, I thought silently. "Yes," I replied.
To my surprise, Gregory gave me a quick hug then left my room without a trace. I didn't even know how to sleep after that.
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But somehow I did manage to pucker out and sleep for a couple more hours. This time, I had good dreams. Bright, vivid dreams. I got up with a happy, dopey grin on my face, and it immediately washed off when I remembered Gregory in my room a couple of hours ago. What was he really doing in there anyway? I had a feeling he was cooking something devious up his ice-cold sleeve.
I looked at my alarm clock. It was ten o' clock, and I was pretty sure Mom and Dad were out doing errands, because they had told me to watch Tony again today. No biggie.
I padded down the stairs to the kitchen, and opened the refridgerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice. While I was pouring it into a glass, Tony hopped down the stairs and plopped himself in a seat. "Elizabeth? Am I allowed to go down in the cellar?" he asked sweetly.
I turned to him. "Nope. The vampires are resting. You can't go and bother them now," I replied simply.
He frowned and ate a cookie off of the stove. I didn't notice there were cookies. Hmf. Mom must be cooking something up her sleeve too.
I ate my breakfast and sat around the house until a sharp knock at the front door revived me.
I skipped to it, extremely curious to who was there. Mom and Dad wouldn't forget somebody was coming when they were away, could they? I opened the door, and almost slammed the door back.
It was the same guy who tried to kidnap me. Rookery. "Leave me alone, you piss-off!" I screamed, then slamming the door in his face. I locked it securely, then sprinted upstairs to find Tony.
I burst into his room. "Tony! Hurry! Rookery's back! He's going to break into the house!" I exclaimed.
Tony immediately began to sweep up stuff he wanted to bring, although I didn't know why he was bringing it. I grabbed him by the hand and sprinted down the hall, searching for a decent place to hide.
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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...
