Unwanted Visitor

2.The Longest Summer

2. The Longest Summer

                I didn’t actually end up crying, as I said before I don’t like to show emotion. Not even if I’m alone.

                I did however, try to get my mind off of things. I picked up the book that I was reading. It’s a good book, but since it had vampires in it, it didn’t really help. So then I tried watching TV, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

                Finally, I just gave up and tried to piece my thoughts together in a journal that I haven’t written in since the sixth grade. I’m glad that I have it know because I definitely needed it.

                Of course, since I’m weird I didn’t use it as a journal, instead I took notes on my thoughts. And if my mom found it later then I’d just tell her that it was a story I wanted to write. For English class. During the summer… Eh, I’ll call it summer homework.

                So what was bothering me the most; the fact that vampires exist, or that I just saw five (or six, I didn’t really have time to count) grown men get brutally killed after trying to possibly rape me? I’m going to have to go with the second one. I wrote it down as a header.

                Okay, so they were probably going to do horrible things to me, but did that mean that I wanted them dead? It’s not like they’d done anything yet, for all I know it was a horrible joke. But you know that it wasn’t a joke, a part of me whispered. That’s true, if it was a joke then I’d have been able to tell, like how I can tell when people are lying for some reason.

                I wrote down: “ was definitely real, I might have died.”

                So that means that Zane saved me, and I guess that was okay. I mean, I’d like to think that I’d have been able to save myself, but who am I kidding. That was five (or six) grown men against a sixteen year old girl. Who only knows the most basic self-defense, I don’t think that would have worked against knives. I wish mom would let me have a gun, or at least a Taser.

                So I was saved by Zane, and I wrote that down. That was good, but the method… I’ve seen plenty of gore in movies, but this wasn’t special effects, it was real. I shuddered and decided that was what was really bothering me, so I wrote it down and circled it.

                Now how do I get over this so I can be at peace and relax? Should I call the cops? No, I’ve seen enough movies like this to know that I’d just be thrown in a loony bin. Plus, I doubt that Zane just left the bodies there, I’m sure he hid them somewhere, probably by his other victims…

                Oh, God another problem. How many others has he brutally killed? What if there are more vampires? My pencil broke under the pressure.

                After getting another one, I contemplated these new spine tingling questions. I needed a solution, I wanted to keep everybody safe, but how? I was growing frustrated the longer it took to think of something.

                Dammit! What the Hell can I do? What do I do against real vampires? What?!

                “Okay, Kali. Just calm down and think straight,” I told myself and took deep breathes.

                I just didn’t have enough information. I needed to know vampires’ weaknesses. I needed to know what the Hell they were even doing in a small mountain town like Riverside. Crap, was this something like Salem’s Lot, where they wanted to turn/kill everyone?