I Kicked A Vampire In The Nuts

I Kicked A Vampire - Part 4

Chapter 4:

.:Bailey:.

The door flies open and I see our mother standing there watching us.

Us...my brother's and me...

Me with my fist pounding into Lyle's stomach repeatedly, Lyle with his knife against Adrian's throat and Adrian with...nothing, but trying frantically to hurt me in someway.

We freeze in our places, staring up at her with wide eyes.

"Yes mother?" Adrian questions, gulping slightly.

She puts her hands on her hips and keeps her gaze steady, "A little birdy told me that you boys were hiding a human and that you were...torturing her." She exclaims.

*Lie! LIE!* Lyle silently shrieks at me, the same thing is coming from Adrian.

Being triplets, we share a bond. That bond allows us to share thoughts.

"No way. We know not to do that!" I exclaim, standing up and brushing myself off, "Because that...would mean we would have to-"

"No? Hmm, see that's not what the birdy told me."

Then I see her. Well...I smell her first. The fruity scent of human blood enters my senses and I just knew...

That deceiving, annoying little-

"See, Allie here told me EVERYTHING on the way up here."

Allie's cheeks suddenly flood with colour when she sees us staring at her.

Allie...

It may seem like I was doing that whole 'spur of the moment actions' by taking her, but not really. Allison McCourt is special. Ever since I helped her out of that tree eleven years ago, I've had an attachment to her. Of course, I hadn't seen her in years but I knew which high school she attended and decided to see for myself what Allison had grown into, desperately hoping she was an awkward, geeky teenager so that I could get over my infatuation quickly.

I spent a couple of weeks watching her and was horrified to find that she had grown into this tanned, dark haired beauty who seemed to entice me with her every movement or word.

As the weeks passed, I found myself liking her more and more. I'd never admit it thought. She was far too up herself for my liking.

So when I first attended her high school with Adrian (he'd insisted on finding out who this girl was) and went to my first class, I saw this girl running around the field. She seemed to be concentrating on something or at least deep in thought about something. Her long curly orangey coloured hair was tied back in a ponytail and she had a light brushing of freckles over her cheeks. Her eyes were the most vivid green I had ever seen in my life...

Imagine my surprise when I'd asked coach who she was and got the answer 'That there is little Allison McCourt. She's one of my best runner's but she refuses to do any track for me...shame all that potential is going to waste.'

So the girl I had been chasing after for weeks and weeks was not actually the girl I had thought she was. Instead I got this...bitch.

Although she could look a bit better she wasn't a complete loss. She was a little skinny, her hair was a strange shade of orange and she has less boobs than our butler. She also had a temper, a stubborn streak and was entirely too...thinky? I don't know how to explain it, but she just had to THINK every little thing through, debating pros and cons? Calculating chance it's the right thing to do? It's creepy. Teenagers don't think. It's weird when they do.

Back to the present...My mother Catherine has this thing she punishes us with. It has to be the single most horrible thing she could ever do to us. It makes us ill, puts us through excruciating pain and makes us claw at our eyes and throats...

Mom has always ALWAYS been an AWFUL cook.

When we've been bad, she makes us eat her food. Let me tell you this, our mother does not like recipes. So don't you go telling us we're wusses or babies! YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT! She simply thinks of what she wants to make and puts in what she imagines should be in it. Do you know how she makes buffalo wings? She TRIED to find buffalo wings and when she found out they don't have wings, she decided to use the hooves. Why the hooves? Well, wings are what birds use to get around. What do buffalo's use to get around? Answer? Their feet.

You don't even want to know what she makes fish fingers out of...

On the way out of the bedroom, I grab Allie and drag her over to the left.

"You told on us?" I ask her angrily.

She bites her lip and stares at the ground, "You freaking kidnapped me! You should be grateful I didn't tell her you killed my parents or something stupid like that."

Lowering my gaze to the floor, I kick my foot out nervously, "Uh yeah...well..."

Allie glares at me, "You know what? I don't care what she does to you! You deserve it and I am leaving." She hisses.

My heart starts pounding faster...or it would if it were beating, "NO! You can't!" I grab her arm and she screams and jumps away from me.

"What the hell is the matter with you?! Get away from me!"

With that, I let her go.

It wouldn't be worth keeping her around if all she is going to do is yell and scream. She has such a piercing yell...and her voice does this thing her she goes up an octave after ever sentence or so until only the dogs can hear her. Well we can too, but that's just because we have such good hearing.

Besides. I only brought her back here to patch her up like any normal human would right?

It's not like I secretly care for her or anything right?

....right?