Chapter...Twenty Three?
We agreed that we would still go to the Bermuda Triangle- Jensen said that with something as weird as what happened, and the fact that it wasn't a vision, that it could have something to do with the aptly named 'Supernatural Black Hole'.
After picking the lock to the back door, we silently stole inside, taking different directions.
Shining my torch down the long hall of mirrors, Grace's path was seperated by mine only by a wall, which didn't even touch the ceiling.
'You know,' I began, 'I reckon this place is about as fake as Edward Cullen being a vampire.'
'What do you mean?' Grace called back.
'You never once see a fang, and since when do straight men sparkle?' I explained.
'No, why do you reckon this place is fake.' She clarified.
'Because it seems like a furniture on the ceiling, believe in faeries that AREN'T evil kind of thing.' I said.
We came to the opening where Grace met up with me.
'What did I tell ya.' I said, pointing the flashlight to the ceiling where various pieces of furniture sat.
'It's all crap.'
'yeah, but-'
'Who are you?!' Somebody yelled behind us, flicking on the light switch.
We raised our hands and turned slowly to see a fevered man of about mid forties with a rifle leveled at us.
Must've been the owner.
'Who are you?' He repeated. 'Are you burglars? Are you trying to steal from me?!'
'Sir, can you please just put the gun down and I'll happily explain.' I said, subtly standing in front of Grace.
'What are you, like a British Emo fairy or something?' He lowered the gun slightly, and his expression softened the tiniest bit.
I HATE it so much when people say any of the above.
'OK, first of all, I'm Irish, and punk. And I'm not a fairy.' I growled.
'Well sorry, but I'm not hiring. Now get out of my tourist attraction.' He said.
'Gladly.' I snarled.
'What's going on?' Jensen appeared behind the owner.
He jumped, yelled, whirled around and shot Jensen in the chest.
He flew back and hit the wall as the man dropped the rifle, muttering, 'I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...'
I ran forward as Grace giggled, 'Sucked in.'
And here I thought older vampires were immortal.
