Forbidden~ a TFP story

Chapter One: Jasper, Nevada

                  I jog across the parking lot to my brother, Jack, standing in the window of the drive-in he works at. He glances up and smiles. I reach the window and place my hands on the miniature ledge on the outside of the window. 

                                    " Can I please have 2 cheeseburgers, a large fry, and a coke please?" I ask in a manly voice. Jack smirks and makes a thinking face.

                                    "Um.....NO!" he says, in a fake polite voice. 

                                    " You ready to get off?" I ask, looking into his pretty brown eyes, that he got from our mom. He also got her jet black hair. I got her height of '5"4 and short nose. I got my dad's wavy dirty blonde hair and his strong legs. Jack got his tallness. Lucky lil' brother.

                                    " Yea, i'm done" he says, grabbing his phone off the counter inside. "Be right out". He walks away. I slide my hands off the edge and turn around, walking to my sports bike. Its a Kawasaki Ninja that's a lime green with black and white accents.

  I walk up to it and grab my black Bluetooth helmet. I slide my head into it, the back slightly pulling on my ponytail. I buckle it, the air inside stuffy from the 80 degree afternoon heat. I pick up my 20 pound backpack, and heave it onto my shoulders. I lean up against my bike. I look across the parking lot and spot another sports bike, somewhat similar to mine. Instead of green, its a navy blue with pink accents.

  Gorgeous combo, I think, being my weird, car-nerd self. I inspect its details from the distance separating me and it. Suddenly, I see a glint in my peripheral vision. I snap my head over and Jack walks out, wearing his casual jeans, gray v-neck over a white long sleeved shirt, carrying the helmet I bought him with my work money.

 He starts in my direction, but sees the bike also. His eyes widen with delight, changing his course to the bike. I roll my eyes. Oh brother. He runs his hands over the gas tank and seat. I look down, shaking my head. When I look back up, he's on the bike, kickstand up, hands on the handlebar.

  Oh boy, I think.  I turn around and swing my leg onto the other side of my bike. I grab the lanyard out of my back pocket, stick my key in the slot and turn. The engine roars to life, vibrating my legs. I push the kickstand up with my heel and rev my bike a few times. I hear muffled talking through my helmet and look over.

 Jack is flirting with Stacey- a girl from our high school that he's crushing on- and a few of her friends, holding textbooks. I lightly put on the gas and circle over to him. I brake, stopping next to him on the bike, in between him and the girls.  

" Alright, Stud, hop on", I say motioning with my hand, slapping it back down onto the handle. Suddenly, abrupt revving sounds from my right. I whip around, looking around Jack, and there are two alarmingly similar black and dark purple cars 10 feet away. 

                       "Stacey, get you and your friends out of here, now", I order. 

                          "Okay", I hear her tremble. I here the girls shuffle away. I scan the parking lot for possible escape routes then i hear even more revving, but from my right. Its the motorcycle that Jack's sitting on.

                            "Jack?! What the-" VRRRMMMMMMM! He speeds towards the cars, and goes right in between them. I speed up right behind him, racing in between vehicles, surprisingly not scratching them at all.  I turn right, speeding up to Jack's side. I look over and his knuckles are white in the handle bars,  his face drained of color. 
                          "That was amazing!" I yell over the motorcycle engines. 
                          "I didn't do that, I swear" he yells back, his voice shaky. I roll my eyes. Yeah, whatever. 
                          " Hold on", a female voice demands. I whip around back to Jack. My eyes widen. What the-

                              "Who said that?!" Jack screams. I look around on the passing sidewalks and there's no one.
                              "Jack, chill out. It's probably just manipulated Siri or something", I say, trying to calm my brother.
Suddenly, abrupt revving sounds from behind. I whip around and those damn cars are right behind us.
                             "Jack, we got company!," I yell. 
                             "Scrap!", Yells the feminine voice. The bike Jack's riding on speeds up, and cuts in front of me, into a alleyway. I follow right behind, revving my bike on accident. The bike takes a sharp left and I follow.

Dead end. The bike comes to an abrupt stop, Jack almost flying off of it. He literally jumps off of the bike and backs away, shaking. I ride around the other motorcycle, over to Jack.

"What. Are. You?!" Jack have yells.  

                              "I do not exist. Tell anyone about me and I will hunt you both down," ordered the feminine voice. I stop my bike and look at Jack. He looks up at me and blinks, wide eyed. I look back down at the bike and it swerves around-BY ITSELF- and out of the alley. I feel my jaw drop. 

                               "What the hell..." I whisper. I hear the revving again but this time, much closer. Shit, I think. "Jack, get on, now", I order. He runs over and jumps on, wrapping his arms tight around my waist. 

I speed up and turn a sharp right around the corner, into the main alley way. One of the dark purple and black cars comes around the corner. Damn it!  I think. I spin my bike back around, back down the same alley we just came from. 

Cornered, I think. I swerve back around and stop. Jack hops off and takes a few steps back towards the brick wall. Don't panic, I think. The car inches forward, Jack and I speechless. 

"What do you want?" Jack whimpers. A dark laugh sounds from the car. 

" I want your beating heart", it growls in a deep voice.