Sweet Revenge

Chapter Two

I sat there, with Sam's white, limp, dead body in my arms. The sun was coming up and the transformation still wasn't complete. I only wished I got him in time. A bloody tear ran down my face, and landed on his cheek. I wiped it away with my trembling thumb.

.

He was the key. To finding my mother. She wanted him dead, I wanted her and him both, and yes, alive. My mother could help me. She could explain why this has happened to me... Why was I not bitten, but I still transformed into a monster? 

I dragged his limp body down the driveway to the Butler mansion. A four story white marble building stood in front of me. Two giant pillars stood as supports to the second floor patio. Flowers covered the yard, wild and planted. Reds, yellows, pinks, and my favorite, black roses were scattered on each side of the walkway up to the grand door.

To my right, I could see the meadow, where I had spent so much of my childhood playing with my cousins and picking flowers for my step mother. All you could see was rolling hills covered in wild flowers all the way up to the skyline. To my left, I could barely make out the Forest across the corn field. The top of the tress all blended together to make it look as if one big mushroom stood. I closed my eyes as a flashback filled me.

I woke to the sound of rain pounding against my window. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed. I bolted up right in my bed, gasping for air. I thought back to my dream, the evil... Chasing me. I shuddered. My television still glowed in the corner of my room. Shark Week must have been on. I watched as a man told his story of a Grate White chewing through his leg and and how it totally changed his life. Oh well, like I cared about that? I had more important things to worry about. Like what I was going to wear the first day oh my eleventh grade year.

I pulled the covers back and placed my bare feet on my soft carpet. Something sharp stabbed the center of  my foot. "Ow! What the hell?" I pulled my foot up to my face to get a better view of what had penetrated my skin. A malformed paperclip poked out from my foot's meaty flesh. Dad, he was probably up here earlier today. Dad, you and your stupid paperclips, I thought. I removed the paperclip and wiped the little spot of blood off with my over sized T-shirt. 

"Marie."

I spun around. "Who's there?" I asked. "Dad?" Maybe my father had some late meeting with the business. Or maybe-

"Marie." The voice sounded as if it was coming from my doorway across the room. It didn't sound like a man, but not yet a woman. It sounded as if the wind it's self was speaking. "Come," it commanded. My legs did as they were told. I had no control over my body. One step after another, my robotic legs marched down the hallways, down the two flights of steps and out the back patio door.

I grabbed the door frame, trying to get in control of my body.My legs just kept walking ownerlessly. The frame splintered leaving wood in my hands. I cringed as I pulled out every little splinter from my palms. I walked out the  back gate, down the path that led to the woods, and around the little cabin that was placed there. The rain had stopped, but the thunder still rolled and boomed. My legs stopped in front of the little cabin, making me face it. I tried to move, with no success. My  bare feet were glued to the wet, muddy earth. The wind whipped my hair around my shoulders, and seemed to be whispering my name. 

All of a sudden, the cabin burst into flames in front of my very eyes, startling me. The heat fringed my hair, making me pull back. My my feet didn't budge. I screamed, not in fear of the fire, but of the pain that began in my gums. I opened my eyes and a face was in the fire. A beautiful face. A woman's face. She looked like me, but older. Her lips were full, and lush. Her almond shaped eyes burned into me. Her mouth saying words I didn't understand. Her voice carried in the wind, wrapping around me, tangling in my hair and wrapping around my body until I was engulfed in her words. She chanted and chanted as I screamed. The pressure in my gums was unbearable. I trashed at my chest, my heart was beating unbelievably fast. I felt as if my heart was beating right through my rib cage.