Bound in Blood

Chapter 2: Vanator, and Vampires

Drake was pretty sure of what he heard... She said Vampire. This girl that he had been seeing everywhere just said that she was a Vampire. The worst part of it all, Drake believed it. Her eyes and fangs were proof enough but deep down inside Drake felt like he always knew. Like her saying it was just gratification of a known fact. Drake looked at her and then looked at the broken tree branch in her hand. She noticed this and immediately discarded it, making a splash in the creek water. Her movement startled Drake a bit and made him jump a little, he still felt it, what ever that feeling was that he got when she was around, it was on. Everything was heightened and he felt on edge. She had relaxed her posture slightly but her face still betrayed her she looked a bit worried.

"Melanie, was it?" Drake said breaking the silence.

"Yea," she answered.

"I have a lot of questions, this little fiasco with you has made it to number one of my list of 'weird shit I have experienced'. Seeing as I saved your ass I think you owe me those answers, but before any of that we need to get out of this creek before I get trench foot." Drake said

"Agreed." Melanie started, "Ill explain everything back at my place... can you give me a lift?"

"Sure... but I didn't expect you to be so forthcoming." Drake said trudging through the creek water.

"Secrets don't make friends, and I have more than my fair share of enemies right now, I kinda need a friend." She said sounding completely sincere.

"Fair enough." Drake said finally making it to the roads shoulder. He looked down at his bike and he knew he wasn't going to be easy getting it off of its side by himself. He went to bend down and power lift it but when he did he almost sent it flying. Drake got the bike back up on its wheels with little effort. This shocked him, his bike weighed about 350 pounds. He looked back at Melanie eyes wide. She completely disreguarded the look and Drakes amazing feet of strength, just looked at him and said

"Take a girl for a ride?"

Drake just shook his head and offered her his helmet that he picked up off the ground. She denied it and told him he would need it more than she would. The ride to Melanie's house wasn't really long but it felt like an eternity. Drakes mind was racing and he just knew he wanted answers. Her house was large and beautiful. He had no Idea a house of that size was this close to Mills creek.

He parked his bike right outside of the garage, and she Invited him in the house. When they got inside Melanie took Drakes wet clothes from him and told him that she would wash and dry them for him, before he could even give her a single word of protest she briskly walked off, she herself still dripping wet. Drake had changed back into his workout gear, it was a bit sweaty but it beat the hell out of standing in this mansion dripping ice cold creek water on the floor.

Drake looked around and he was standing in what appeared to be a study, there were old chairs and even older styled tables there and there and a particulaly cozy looking set up near the fireplace, there was a bar with unmarked bottles on it and vintage looking glasses. Drake was drawn to this and went and gingerly touched one of the bottles and then he picked up one of the glasses. It felt like he had held it before not like in real life but like in a really old dream. He guessed this was what Deja Vu felt like. Before he could get any more lost in this feeling of nirvana, his thoughts were cut short by Melanie's voice.

"Can I offer you a drink?" She said walking in in a silk robe drying her hair with a maroon towel, her Native American face with a warm smile on it.

"Aren't you going to ask how old I am?" Drake said cocking an eyebrow

"If I cared I wouldn't have offered in the first place." Melanie said with a sarcastic tone.

"No I'll pass." Drake said