He Took Me

Chap. 2 Part 1

Hello to you reader. Here is chapter 2 part 1. Please vote, fan, and comment. I changed some things in my story. Sorry. Emily is still the same age but she has only known John for a few days. You know who you are Nana. My Nana has help me alot with this and through other things too.

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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"What do you mean, "What I am"" I asked him. He didn't answer. "I will start off first with your blood. Then I will show you what others of my kind are like. How much more evil then I they can be." As he talked he pulled me down wooden steps and into a basement. The walls were made of brick. It smelt of mold, dust and blood. A chair sat in the middle of the room.With a shadeless light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

The chair looked like it belonged in a mental institute. It had leather straps on the armrests and straps on the  pieces of wood ment for the legs to rest against. Just the sight of it made me shiver with fear."John, what is that for?" I asked. My voice was a little shaky in the middle and the rest of the way through.

"That is for you darlin'. It makes it much more easy for me to get to your neck." He said this like that was something everyone knew. Like I was a child who asked a silly and simple question."What?" I asked. In my panicked state I could not put together the facts and myths to make them one.

John pushed me down in my chair and quickly straped all the straps across my arms and legs."I have something for you."He said.

John pulled a T.V from the conner that I had not scene before. It was a small T.V. It had an antenna and just by looking at it you could tell it was old. He turned it on and it flickerd slowly as though it where giving it's last breath.

My Mother's and Father's faces appered on the screen. My mother was tear streaked and her eyes were red like she had been crying for years. My father had been crying to, but you couldn't tell as much as my Mother. My Father's arm was wraped around my Mother in comfort and my friends and other family stood behind them.

"We just want our baby back." My Mother said as she started to break down on camera. My Father picked up from where she left off. Pulling my Mother closer as he began to talk. "Our daughter did nothing to deserve this. She was a stright A student and had honor roll every year. She made us proud. What ever bastard has my daughter , you will pay for what you are doing and I will make sure of it."

I started to cry. Just seeing all the pain my Mother and Father are going through. It made me proud seeing my Dad stand up for me. John began to laugh as he turned off the T.V.

"What a show. Don't you think, Emily?"

"Yes, John" I said through my crying sobs.

 "You Father, wow. Haha, HE is a funny one." John said.

"Now back to business"