Wolshire

Chapter 2

Casper

The Next Day

What the vampire, Melanie, said had gotten me thinking. Had my parents ever actually caught any real supernatural beings? The worst part was, I couldn't answer the question. Melanie annoyed me, sitting in my basement in that chair with a smug little smile on her face. She knew stuff but just wasn't telling me.

This was the twenty-first century. I could deal with her. I had holy water, plenty of wooden stakes, and all the supernatural books that my ancestors had. Convenient. I got to reading, unlike Jacob, who stopped by and couldn't sit still for one minute. He groaned and untimely could stay for too long, but whenever he was here, he seemed antsy and would move around more than usual.

"Jacob, can you just sit?" I flipped the page of the journal I was reading. I was leaning on my fist and watched him pace back and forth.

"Sorry, I'm just so nervous for school to start back up." He sat down in the rolly chair and spun in circles.

"You better get it together before school starts up again because Mr. Owensby is super hard."

"That's what she said." Jacob laughed to himself.

"God, shut up, please" I turned away from him and continued reading.

"Whatever I've got to go anyway." He jumped up, leaving the chair still spinning.

"Yeah, there is something I should do, too."

Jacob exited the house quickly, not running, but it wasn't a pleasant stroll, either.

I believed it was time to talk to 'Melanie' again.

Downstairs with Lots of Books

"Book on: it's a journal filled with pictures and notes on the supernatural."

"That is a keeper. Journals are reliable."

"Okay, in that case, I'll skip books two, three, and four. Book five: Vampires, Werewolves, and the Supernatural, Oh My."

"Burn it."

"Okay then." I put the books in the 'no' pile, "Why are you even helping me, Melaine? Shouldn't you be trying to kill me as you said?"

"Well, if you are going to at least try and kill me, you should not get your information from The Vampire Diaries."

"That was one time, okay!"

"I am from the 1500s, not a fictional character in a television show!"

"Gosh, that's so old."

"Thanks, I needed that. I am still a teen girl."

"Tell me about yourself, then, teen girl." I set the entire stack of books down and leaned against the cold door.

"You tell me about me." She smiled her annoying 'you figure it out' smile at me. It seemed to be her favorite expression.

"Okay, then. You're about fifteen to eighteen years old, you don't talk in contractions, and you're full of yourself."

She shrugged at my answers. "That is actually not bad."

I turned to face the window. "Tell me about yourself," I said softly.

"Well, when I was human I was a castle servant. Being a vampire gave me a new," she thought about the word, "self-worth."

"Why would becoming a vampire make you not a kitchen aid?"

"Firstly, I was in the bedrooms. Secondly, when you are turned into a vampire or a werewolf, you do not have the same flaws as before. You get faster, heightened senses, stronger. Think about," she paused, "having a cold."