It was an extremely awkward ride.
I had just met these two, and they're sitting in my back seat. How would you react? But finally, Randy spoke up.
"Ummm, me and Alex really appreciate what you're doing here," he said. "We've already walked so far that we've got blisters on our feet."
"U-uh," I stammered. "O-of course. You just really scared me after I hit you."
"Oh," he said with an odd squeak. "I saw you coming at the last second, so I jumped and curled into a ball. My back broke my fall, soooo... I'm OK."
It got quieter and much more awkward after that. I attempted to start a conversation.
"So are you two brother and sister?" I asked.
This time Alex answered. "Friends." She seemed distant, staring out the window.
To her dismay, Randy gabbed her by the shoulders in a cheesy hug. "Best friends!" He grinned a white-toothed smile. "We're BFF's."
"Why'dga guys run away?" Mikayla suddenly asked.
I slapped her arm. "Hey!"
"What?" she said with a crooked grin. "I think it's cool that we're harboring fugitives." She turned to the others at that last part.
Before I could say anything, Alex spoke. "It's alright," she said. "She's OK." She sighed and looked at Randy. "As for Randy, his dad left and his mother's a bitch." I expected Randy to flip out on her, but instead, he smiled and laughed. What an odd pair.
"As for me..." She laughed. "I had both parents but they always... Their..." She turned away. "I don't think you guys would understand. Things aren't always that simple."
Maybe I would. Maybe not. But I didn't want to press.
It was about 5:30 AM. We'd been driving for 3 hours straight. Most people would be at least a little tired, but these two weren't. Mikayla and I were used to staying up at night, and it appeared they were also.
The sun was just coming up. I got really nervous. The car had tinted windows, so we should be relatively fine in here. Regardless, I pulled my hood up and Mikayla put on her large, floppy sun hat. I could only hope that our passengers wouldn't notice that anything was wrong.
At least with a little light, we'd be able to see our guests. I slowed the car and my sister and I turned to them. Randy looked stressed, and Alex was wincing, her eyes held shut. The moment she opened them we made eye contact.
Silver eyes.
It happened in a second. Mikayla was the first to act. She grabbed the baseball bat and held it to Randy's throat as she spun to the back seat. Alex pulled out a pistol and pointed it to her head. In my rage I whipped out my Glock and put it to her temple.
Were they Rogues? I couldn't tell. I had no doubt that Alex was capable of killing. But one look at Randy, I saw brown eyes. He was no vampire. I looked at my hand. I wasn't really going to shoot. I loved Alice too much to put a bullet hole in her rear window.
"Alright," Alex said. "I can't really tell if you guys are killers, so I'm gonna have to go out on a limb and say you aren't. Otherwise we're gonna get a little blood on your leather seats. So how about we put these guns away?"
This never seemed to happen. Two occurrences in one night. We'd barely ever met even one vampire in a month. But she was right. It was either trust each other, or bloodbath. I sighed.
"Mikayla," I said, nodding. She glared at them, but she still put the bat down. I pulled my gun away, and Alex did the same.
"Empty the mags," she said. She pulled out the cartridge, and I did the same.
"And the one in the chamber," said Mikayla. "I saw you load it."
"A street-wise 12-year-old," Alex snickered. "Perfect." Regardless, we both popped our cases.
"So, um," Randy spoke for the first time. "What now? Are you gonna dump us here?"
I turned to me sister who was slumped in her seat. "What do you think?"
Mikayla looked to me. "I dunno," She smiled. "It could be fun to have some new partners."
These kids weren't dangerous. Alex would have killed the human Randy if she was a Rogue. Mikayla and I have been traveling for too long. We could use some company.
"Fine," I said. "You can stick with us. We're almost there anyway. And if try something, I won't hesitate to kill you both." That was a lie, but I needed to look tough.
"Good," said Alex.
"Thank you," Randy cheeped.
I clenched my eyes shut and drove on.
Soon, as the sun rose on, we made it to New York City.
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Not Another Vampire Story
Ficção AdolescenteVampires are real. They are living (somewhat) breathing creatures like you and me. The virus has spread for centuries, giving it's victims with an incomprehensible blood-lust, striking fear into the hearts of "mortals". Hunters haven risen up to...