The supernatural?..... seriously?

the truth of Galadriel's past.

After hours of roasting marshmallows, scary stories, and laughter, my brother began to be impatient. ("Just do it already! I'm fed up with being a voice in your head!") He yelled inside my head.

It made me flinch, making Isaac and Phil looking at me with concern.

"Are you alright?" Isaac asked worried. I looked at him and smiled weakly. "Yes, don't worry about it."

"You're sure?" Phil said as he placed his hand on my shoulder. I stood up in a second.

"Yes, and this was fun, but let's get down to business. Shall we?" I said a little bit sinister, earning two confused stares.

"What do you mean with bus-" Isaac wanted to ask me, but was cut off by Phil screaming in pain.

Phil sank down on his knees, holding onto his stomach.

"Phil?! What's happening?" Isaac yelled as he crouched down at Phil. I laughed at him. Isaac looked at me with a horrified glare. "Is this you doing this? Why?" He cried

"Sorry hun, it will be alright." I said while dark smoke began to escape my mouth, like I was possessed.

"What the hell?" Isaac yelled above the screams of Phil.

The smoke flew towards Phil and Isaac's direction. Isaac tried to shield Phil, but the dark smoke went right through Isaac. The smoke entered Phil's mouth. Phil looked at his friend in horror. Isaac stood up and backed away from his friend.

"What are you doing to him?! Stop it, please!" Isaac cried, as he turned around to look at me again.

He didn't notice me creeping up at him, so it made him jump as I stood right in front of him.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, grinning at him.

He stared into my eyes, his eyes filled with fear. Mine were filled with joy, but also guilt.

I bit into my wrist, yea gross, just like vampires. I pressed my bleeding wrist against Isaac's lips, forcing him to taste the black blood that spilled out of it.

I let go of the poor man, making him collapse onto his knees.

"You'll be the first of our new species." My brother said from behind us.

Chris's pov:

When I heard the door close, I knew that that was my que.

I looked at Galadriel, that bitch was still knocked out. Sitting completely numb on the chair, that stood in the centre of the room.

I looked at the chains (PJ did a pretty good job, he even checked it twice. So I'll be alright, right?) I thought.

I shrugged it off, I didn't have time to worry about that. (I need to find that book).

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"Damn it! Where is that bloody thing?!" I yelled out of frustration. "I can't let them down!" I opened a drawer, nothing. The whole room was turned upside down, it was a complete mess. "Calm down Chris, you will find it, eventually." I tried to calm myself down.

"Just think." I paced through the room, stressing myself out. "Stop it Chris! You're acting like a nervous little schoolgirl!" I continued.

(The bed.) I thought by myself. (I haven't checked her bed yet.) Hope began to build up inside my mind.

I aggressively pulled off the blankets from the bed, nothing. I check underneath her pillow, inside out, nothing. Out of anger, I threw the mattress from the bed.