V vs W

Chapter ELEVEN

-Chapter 11-

I was half glad my parents weren't home to see what was happing, but I was half mad at them for leaving me here all alone (Al ran away... as Parker says anyway), with a nut-ball-jerk-head (Brandon), without any peanut butter. After all I went trough today, there isn't any peanut butter to keep me from going nutty! I can't belive my parents would do this to me!! Well... maybe I was already nutty, but still, they owe me at least peanut butter.

Parker was down in the basment (I didn't know we even had a basement. Bad, I know.) and Brandon was in the living room, eating the yucky kind of chips my dad liked, so I didn't care.... Then there was the old, gray wolf/thing I saw, but I still don't know what happened to him (or whatever gender that thing was....). And I am in the Kitchen, helplessly looking for my peanut butter stash... with no luck, I might add.

It was amazing how fast I could get over Alex's leaving, and the pain, not only hers, but mine as well. She was gone and I don't think I'll ever see her again, but I scertenly didn't care... well, not at this perticular moment. She was my only sister . . . my only pain in the _________(this is were you enter a word of your choice), but I guess I still . . . love her. There I got it out . . . sorta.

Her sent was all around. We had lived here ever since we were 3. Well, I was 3 and she was 2.5, but anyway. I could still smell her and everything she had touched, but it was her HUMAN sent, not the blood-sucking-perasite she is now. She's a leach with a leachy smell, that burns my nose and causes me to shift into . . . a werewolf. I was still having troubles with the idea of me, Brook Jane Aarons, being a werewolf. It's like all my childhood nightmears comeing true and hautning me. I didn't know exactly how this happened, but I was going to find out sooner or later. I just hoped it was later. I don't think I can handle much more, at least not now. I could already feel tirdness seeping into my bones. It wasn't a good feeling.

Hmm. Your weaker than you think. I bet you dont even make it to the bedroom! The Voice says.

Oh,no! Who is this anyway?!?! I can't belive this stupid Voice is back . . . AGAIN! Didn't I, like, just get three more voices to repalce this one, or at least make it move out of my head? I have four vooices! I'm nuts (I still want my peanut butter!!!)

Ignoring the Voice, I walked out into the hallway and ran my hand along the wall, consentrating on not falling to the floor. Even thought the floor (witch was covered in carpet.) was soft and looked inviting, I kept walking. I perfured the warmth of my bed, in my room, with a locked door (stupid Brandon), to the hallway floor.

About halfway to my room I felt my feet slowly stop, locked inplace and my musles tighten. My eyes fluttered and then closed. Everything went blank.

When I opened my eyes I was in the medow . . . and there was Alex. Feeding on some old man. Our Gandpa. I had heard that Gandpa had died when I was seven, but there he was, in her hard, pale arms. Her fangs sprand into his limp, lifless body and he sudenly came to life, though his eyes were still closed. Her red lips formed a tight smile and she wispered, "Get Brook, John. Get her. She's stealing your job. You worked to hard to get kicked out. Get Brooky." Sudenly his eyes opened and he said in his rought voice I still remembered, "I will. I will kill Brooklyn."

Alex looked up and smiled at me. "I'm comeing Brook. There's nowwere to hide. I WILL get you." She stood and ran off into the forest, and grandpa sat up. He looked ferice and evil, not at all as I had remembered him. His neck had two red dotes on it and blood was spraying everywhere.

"Gandpa? Are you okay?" Hot tears sprang into my eyes. This man I had loved so long ago was now the enimy. He was going to kill me, and the bad thing was, I wanted him to. If he wanted to kill me, I was gonna let him.

I awoke with a start, and on my bed. Someone had moved me. Or I had been dreaming the whole time . . . . Once again my phone was buzzing. Stupid thing. I grabbed it and looked at the bright screen with my tear-struck eyes. Everything was a dream. But a very sad one. But what I saw almost made my heart stop. It was from Alex. It said:

'Hey, Brooky. I just wanted to tell u that i luv u and miss u so much. i hope to see u soon, but i dont know when. i will always hav my phone, incase u need me. xoxo -Al'

Seeing her use my old nickname almost made me cry, but I held it in. I didn't want to be nown as a cry-baby. -you are one.

But your forgetting something. something important, The Vocie said to me. 'Oh, now what? What am I 'forgetting'?' I thought back, bitterly. Couldn't he/she give me SOME space?!

Camron.

That one name. I had forgot about Cam. He was still at practice . . . unless mom and dad got him when they left, for some stange reason? I was about to call my parents, when Parker came in.

"Hey," I said, trying not to sound to wierd, but I had almost lost my voice from what had happened earlier. He ignored me and went staight to my bed. As he sat down and I went over to my mirror to put my hair up. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"No, but Cam is with your parents," he grumbled. "I can't find your sister. She's really gone." He was silent and then he looked up and frowned at me. "Don't put your hair up, you looked better the other way." He grabed my ponytail and yanked the hair tie out, rippnig a few strands out in the process. In so many ways he was my Owesome (Awsome+Outta this world= Owesome) big brother, but in so many ways he was more.

"I'm fine. I'm not trying to impress anyone," I grumbled back. He chuckled and smiled. He had the cutest laugh.

"What about Brandon? Or Zeke? And then there's still James. Oh, and Alex." He frowned at the last name, but I had no idea who he was talking about. I didn't know anyone with those names (Except for yucky-face Brandon and I don't think he was talking about my Alex). He smiled, as if he new what I was thinking. I really hoped he was giving me mind space.. I wouldn't want him in my head..

"You will know them. You'll meet them tonight."

"WHAT?!" I shreaked. "NO! I DON'T want to meet them! Or any other people!"

"That's my point. They're not people. Or at least they're not reagular people. They're . . . Werewolfs." That word sounded so stange on his tounge. It sounded like it came from a diffrent laguage, or al least somewhere far away. I shook my head. No way, Josea, was I meeting a pack of Werewolfs.

"You have to. Were gonna tell you what happened. What made you and Alex like this. That's were you'll get your anwsers. But you have to come." My past. Something my parents had forgot to explain. I slowly nodded my head and a sweet smile formed on his lips.

"Great! Now do your hair nice and get your hikeing boots. We're going camping!" I rolled my eyes.