Mason's Diary

February 26

   It's about 8:00 PM. My palms are sweating. I fucked up. I fucked up so badly. I can't stay long. I need to write everything down before I head to what is most likely a trap. If something is to happen to me then this is what you need to know about what is happening here and I don't know if I can handle this on my own. I need the twins for this. But before that. Here is the day.

   Fear. That's the overarching feeling of the day. Or should I say dread? like a piano hanging over your head and you see the rope straining to keep it up. Yea that's more like it. These beings are powerful. One slip up and Stacy'll be dead for sure. I need to figure out something today.

   I started the day by walking into school and mentally checking for any sign of the kidnappers. Their lethal grace will be what shouts out abnormal. I talked to many people today but not once had I seen anything strange. I was starting to get a panic attack by the end of the my second to last period when something extremely subtle set off alarms in my head. 

   I'm grabbing my backpack and stuff when I get bumped by one of the jocks in the school. 200 - 300 pounds of nothing but testosterone and brute strength slams into my shoulder from behind as I get up from my desk. normally this would not faze me but the jerk managed to throw me off balance and I had to use my heightened senses to not crash into anybody. 

   I didn't even hear him get so close to me. I pretended not to notice him before I got out. I walked into the hallway and began to wonder. Is he one of them? As I'm walking to class I notice a different jock trailing me. I make myself an easy target by "accidentally" dropping a book I had in my hands and reaching down to grab it. I can clearly hear him walking up to me and even putting a little more force into his walk as he gets closer. I put myself into the weakest position I can manage which is a lot more vulnerable then when I was at my desk.

   As expected he tries to do the same trick that his buddy had done but I don't even stumble. In fact it was the jock who somehow managed to dislocate his arm with the amount of force he threw into me. And I made sure I wasn't digging in my feet or anything reflexive. No, the first jock was not normal by any standards. I reach up to my shoulder where he had hit me and felt it ice cold. And then I smack myself.

   These things. I know what they are. I used to read werewolf stories as a kid and had watched a lot of movies since becoming one only to laugh at the weird coincidences of right details and the terrible inaccuracies. I should have guessed it since they are the most cliche enemy ever. My natural enemy and the enemy I now face are in fact vampires.

   But apparently they don't cook while in the sun like the famous Bram Stokers Dracula or they don't shimmer in the sun like the Twilight movies. And then I get to thinking about it. I am only one wolf. I'm facing three of these guys. Worse yet I can't even begin to know how to kill them. I need help with this but first I head to the library. On the way I think of everything I know about vampires and what I have learnt with my encounters.

   They are agile and strong. Most likely strong enough to match my strength and undoubtedly faster then me. They are cold to the touch and their touch lingers. As far as I can tell nothing happens with sunlight and every known way to kill a vampire is to behead them, pierce their heart, incineration. I immediately think that the heart method won't work seeing as to how they have no body warmth then maybe their heart doesn't even function so that will be a last ditch effort. 

   I reach the library. How am I supposed to know which book to look into? I'll ask the librarian. 

   "Hey, would you know if any books have been recently donated? in the past month or so if possible."

   "Weird that you asked that, in the past month we did get a donated book"

   I think I knew what it was but I dreaded it. "Which book would that be?" 

   "A book on fairy tales." I thought so.

   "Could I look at it please?" "Sure thing hon."

   I looked at the book and opened it up. looking at the table of contents I see that the third story is Rumpelstiltskin. I grab a note card out of my back pack and write down what I found out. Just three words. One Jock, Vampires. I hide it on the first page of Rumpelstiltskin and close the book, I return it to the librarian and she tells me that I will be able to find it on the shelves in about 2 - 3 days.

   I thank her for her service. Not an hour goes by before the vampiric jock shows up again and confronts me in an empty classroom. 

   "Congratulations snot wit, you got 2 out of 4 on the first day. Now I know we promised you a reward so I'll give it to you. Not long after you left your wolfy friend we grabbed him and took him to a building near the outskirts of town. Not far from here but its an abandoned warehouse. So we had a little time to play around. Our reward for getting half the answers correct on the first day is a chance to rescue your newfound friend."

   I struggled to restrain myself from beating him to a pulp right then and there but it sounded like Adrian needed help. I am on my way now and hope I live long enough to write another entry. Mason out.

                                    Message from the Author

   Sorry for taking so long to write this chapter guys, I had a severe case of writers block and was taken on a vacation so this was finished in my hotel room. Next chapter will be published on schedule on Monday..... I need one of those narrators voice right about now with the whole WILL MASON SAVE ADRIAN? WILL HE SAVE STACY? WILL THE AUTHOR STOP EATING CHOCOLATE WHILE WRITING HIS STORIES? FIND OUT NEXT TIME IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF MASON'S DIARY. That would be awesome but in the meantime enjoy the chapter.

  Chocolate out.