When we pull into our drive way, I sigh in relief when her car is gone. Aspen is standing in the window. He can tell soemthing's up. He disapears from the window.
"You want me to come with you to help pack?" She asks, pulling her long hair back in a ponytail.
"No I can get it." My stomach growls loudly. It's about two o'clock now. How time flies. I haven't yet eaten today. It takes a few moments but I carefully get out of the car. About half to the house, the front door opens.
Aspen walks out dragging a large bag with a pant leg hanging out. I go up to close the door and take the bag from him.
"Hey buddy." I rasp as Heather steps out of the car, "We're gonna go stay with Heather and her wife Sandra. Their son is my mate. They're werewolves and they're really nice." I explain.
"That dog just opened the door. He packed your bag?" Heathers eyes are wide.
"You remember when I'd mentioned Goblins and you said you thought I had a familliar? Technically, he's my... Adopted familliar."
"Uh huh..." She nods, a dumfounded look on her face. She takes my bag, still watching Aspen as she goes to put it in her car. I lead Aspen to the car, scratching his head. "You know you have to explain that when we get home right?" She says. Home. My home? Is that my home now? I smile a bit and nod.
"I love that smile. You always look like you're gonna punch someone." She grins. "Hop in. Sandra said she's working on dinner. She makes the best cheesecake. Extra rich." She winks. I open the back door for Aspen and he jumps in. I crawl in after him. She doesn't ask questions as I buckle up beside my best friend.
Aspen turns and paws open the zipper of the bag. Right on top is a leather, spiked collar with a matching leather leash that has his name engraved in it. Dad had it made for me to put on him. I promised to put it on if we ever got out of that house... Once I was sure if be able to safely keep him without the risk of sending him away.
I fasten the collar around his neck as a tear slips down my face. Running a finger over the small platinum spikes. I hug him and run a hand through his fur. My stomach growls again but I ignore it. Inside the bag is my clothes, the rest of the dog food (I fed him all the sausage last night since he hadn't eaten in a couple days), and the photo of my Dad and I, taken just a week before his death, when we went to get ice cream. I kept it hidden under my mattress. I zip the bag back up and sob into Aspen's fur the rest of the way home. Home. With my mate. I'm eighteen so she can't do anything about it either. It's all over.
When we pull up, I grab the bag and slip out of the car. Only the guy with green hair is still outside, smoking. He watches intently as I climb out, stomach loudly growling. But his expression seems to change when I drag out my bag and Aspen crawls out. He sniffs the air, looking confused. He probably doesn't smell a dog.
"Chistian get over here!" Heather calls. The guy stomps his ciggaret before walking over.
"Hey aunt Heather!" He says.
"Christian, this is Dain and his familliar Aspen. Dain, Aspen, this is my nephew Christian. He's your cousin in law now I guess." She says.
"Cousin in law?" Christian laughs.
"Dain here is Samuel's mate." She says.
"It's great to meet you man!" He pulls me into a tight hug and whimper, pushing against his chest. As he backs up, looking worried, one of his bracelets catch my shirt and drags it up to reveal my bandages. He quickly unhooks it.
"Oh my Goddess I'm so sorry I forgot about earlier." He looks me over, his eyes landing on my neck.
"Earlier?" Heather asks.
"We saw you carry him in... What happened?" He asks nervously.
"There's a certain woman who won't live to see another birthday if I have anything to say about it." Heather growls.
"Oh... Oh!" He winces. "So he's moving in then?" He asks.
"Yep. We've gotta go before Sandra comes looking for us. Bye Christian!" She turns and starts towards the stairs. We wave to eachother and I start after her, Aspen following me happily.
When the door opens, the smell of dark chocolate and vanilla overwhelms my senses.
"I'll show you to the guest room." I follow her down the hall. I can hear Sandra singing to alternative music in the kitchen, and the twins are in there with her, bickering about something.
The guest room is big. It, like the rest of the house, has brown carpet and curtains. But the dresser has a grey cover that matches the sheets. I set my bag on the bed and open it.
"Here, I'll put the dog food in the pantry for safe keeping. I only hesitate a moment before handing the small bag to her. This family loves dogs to much to starve him.
"Thank you ma- Heather." I say. She smiles at me.
"Where did Aspen go?" She asks. I look around, but I can't find him anywhere.
"Aspen?" We leave the room to find him playing with twins in the floor, Sandra petting him happily from the couch.
"Alright everyone, you can't be rubbing up on other peoples familiars like that, come on." Heather says.
"A familiar? I thought you were a vampire..." Sandra looks me over skeptically.
"I-I am. He's adopted." Aspen whines. I sit on the far end of the couch, away from everyone. He trotts to me and rests his head on my knee. I stroke his head.
"Yeah. We pulled up, he got half way to the house, and Aspen opens the door to the house and comes out with his bag." Heather scoffs and sits in her recliner.
"How does a vampire get a familiar? And what happened to his leg?" Sandra coos the last part and gently pats his butt. Aspen spins around to look at them before sitting down in front of me protectively.
"He tried to help me last night and Mom kicked him." I rasp.
"Okay... But I was referring to the burn marks..." Sandra says. "You don't have to answer if you dont want to." She adds.
"I'd rather not, actualy." I rub his head. Just then there's a knock at the door. Aspen and I both jump.
"It's alright. I made a call earlier to a buddy of mine." Sandra opens the door. They exchange a few words before she shuts the door again. "I know a guy from the blood bank here. The next town over, where we lived before, their hospital was short staffed due to the flu. I had an emergency transfusion for his aunt on site once. Just enough to have her transported here. His aunt felt wired for a few hours after, since it was werewolf blood and she was mortal. Anyway, he always joked that he owed me blood. Since then he's learned about our supernatural community.
"Anyway, I called in that blood he owed me. I finished dinner early tonight since everyone missed lunch today. Chilli for them, blood for you!" She exclaims. She got me blood? Actual blood?
"Chilli!" Anna shouts, running into the kitchen. Sam comes over and rests his hand on my back.
"Oh don't look so shocked, your family now. I'll work on finding a more reliable source in the morning." Sandra and Heather go after the Anna.
"Come on, let's go eat." Sam doesn't take his hand from my back as I use the arm rest to push myself up.
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Teen Fiction*COMPLETE* Dain is just your average emo kid. Except he's not. He's a vampire. With an adopted familiar. Who's father is dead, and his mother abuses him. But... he's handling it. He has to. Until two new kids with blond hair and green eyes come to s...
