Dorl Forever

The Tracking Devices

Sketch's POV

Darkness... my friends voices... WAIT.

Was in an ambulance? I could sense the vibrations of a car on my back, as I was laying on it. What was going on?! I heard a lot of voices, including my fellow HQ members, and friend of course. But I didn't hear Julia, what if something was happening to us vampires? Oh god, Julia...

Suddenly I felt people pick me up and a sensation of falling, except I wasn't going anywhere... That was weird, as my hands just hung there, gravity trying to pull me down but failing. It was a weird feeling, half of wanting to be sick but half just wanting to open my eyes.

Mrs. Gaston: Okay, step back boys.

I flinched, hearing the sound of a gun shoot like a foot away from me as I clenched up. Yet, I didn't feel anything, except my heart breaking as I heard Julia yelp in pain. OH MY GOD... did they just shoot Julia?! What was happening?!

Mrs. Gaston: Him next. Cover your ears...

Oh no, they were going to shoot me! And I'd be over with, forever... I'd never see my friends again, never go to school again, or kiss Julia. Wow, literally my life...

A sharp pain shot into my arm, but it was more like a familiar electrocution that shook my eyes enough to where they opened up quickly. I saw the floor far away as my feet just hung there, but then I saw their faces. Mrs. Gaston, Alex, Corl, Denis and Julia all stood below me as she clicked a button and I fell from the ceiling.

Julia: Elijah!

Julia ran to my side, helping me up and giving me a big hug.

Sketch: WHAT the hell was that?!?!

Corl: Well you see, uhh-

Mrs. Gaston: We had to test you both to check if either of you guys had your DNA in the recent vampire victims. There were recent attacks, and we need to test all the vampires we can get our hands on. We had to get your friends to help just in case you were guilty, because you obviously would have resisted.

Julia: Aww, baby.

Julia buried her face into my shirt, I could feel her smiling against my chest. All I could do was hug her back and stare at the guys with a grin, because I could see how happy they were to see us all together.

Mrs. Gaston: Now come with me boys.

Julia: Mam, where have those attacks been?

Mrs. Gaston: Around the globe to be honest dear. But don't worry, we'll keep you protected.

Sketch: We cannot stay here mam, he actually have school tomorrow.

Corl: And NO weapons!

Mrs. Gaston: No promises dear. Protocol must be taken no matter what.

Sketch: Ooh. What kind of weapons?!

Mrs. Gaston: Just the basics.

She opened a door to reveal a closet-like room filled with guns, bags, ammo, walkie talkies, and more.

Mrs. Gaston: The bags are of Revane, the guns have special purposes each, and the walkie talkies are for contacting each other, the HQ, or tracking each other just in case! Now please, grab what you need. It is eight pm already, and we cannot have you guys up late before your first day of school!

Sketch: *snickers* Yes mommmm.

Mrs. Gaston: *smirks* Good boiiii.

Julia: *laughs*

Corl & Denis: *grins*

Julia and I walked over to the bags, cautiously touching them and placing them in the HQ briefcase given to us, right before placing in two guns, a taser and a walkie talkie for the each of us.

Denis: These are cool.

Corl: Aren't these, like dangerous?!

Alex: Well they are guns.

Sub: What does revane do?

Mrs. Gaston: It will basically stun a vampire into being mostly paralyzed, blind and confused. At the touch of it, it will be around 1000 degrees to them.

Denis: My god.

Corl: You're kidding?!?!?!

Mrs. Gaston: I'm afraid not. It's handy for defending yourself but we have had many issues in the past of someone attacking someone else with revane when they felt threatened. Of course it was a mistake but it left a large scratch on m- on their face.

Corl: Wow, look at all these though! A sniper? A rifle?!

Sketch: It's a Fortnite video all over again. *smiles*

Julia: Mam?

Mrs. Gaston: Hm?

Julia: *steps close to Mrs. Gaston* Please forgive me for asking, but were you going to say my face?

Mrs. Gaston: Sadly. *looks around room* I doubt you haven't seen the large scar that rips across my face.

Julia: I-I noticed mam.

Mrs. Gaston: That was given to me by revane itself.

Julia: But y- you're not a-

Sketch: We got everything Jules! What about you guys.

Denis: Uh, ya.

Corl: We were done a long time ago. But look at this stuff! Would YOU wanna leave?

Denis: Haha. *puts arm around Corl*

Mrs. Gaston: Yes! Let's get you guys leaving, but first please come with me.

We walked along the halls back out and into another long hallway leading to another building which I'm pretty sure was underground. Here was one large room with doorways along the walls, but in the middle of the room stood a large table with silver barstools you would find at a cafe or diner.

Mrs. Gaston: Please, sit. And stay still for the love of Irene.

A slender man in a suit stood behind the table, holding an object that was hidden inside his coat pocket. He had slick black hair and sunglasses that made him look like a FBI agent or security guard. He may of been lender but that didn't mean he wasn't muscular. Suddenly he took out a sharp pocket knife and laid it at Julia's wrist.

Sketch: Hey!!!

Mrs. Gaston: Stay Sketch. It's just a-

Sketch: GOD HELP ME IF YOU HURT HER.

Julia: Sketch.

Julia tried to sound mature and confident like she not only knew what was going on but she trusted them one hundred percent, but her words came out like a small, quiet cry for help.

As the man pushed the knife slightly into her skin, she flinched at the sudden pain, but was more mesmerized as she stared at the cut like it involved special magic or something like that. Then the man took away the knife, slipped a washcloth over the cut and placed a small button-like object inside with tweezers before placing athletic tape around it. I could feel the internal anger of fire raging inside of me at the sight of anyone harming her in any way.

Mrs. Gaston: These are trackers. The enemies wouldn't naturally suspect us putting extra chips that aren't in the walkie talkie themselves except for a spy of course.

She contained direct eye contact with each of us before saying the following.

Mrs. Gaston: We eliminate all spies.