![]() Chapter SixA Chapter by GabsikleCharlie
was upset that her parents wouldn’t let her go with Xana, Roxy, and Xana’s
parents to the Chambers’ Poconos place during Christmas break. Milo thought
she’d be safer at home too. He said traveling a lot wasn’t a good idea. Staying home meant Charlie was stuck
with her mom and Casey. Neither of them got her Christmas gifts, even though
she gave them some. At least she got presents from her dad, Roxy, and Xana. Charlie was increasingly grateful
for her new friends. Both of their families were very kind to her. Even though
Mr. Chambers still made her slightly uneasy. The few times she’d seen Xana’s
dad, he kept his distance, but she could tell he wasn’t like Marco. He let Mrs.
Chambers speak her mind. He took his wife and daughter seriously, and they
clearly weren’t afraid of him. Charlie had always feared enraging Marco. But
Xana said her parents fought all the time, and there was no violence. Yet they
still respected each other’s opinions, and resolved their issues. Marco always had to be right, even
when he wasn’t. Charlie believed she was now learning how relationships really
worked. It made her more upset that she let herself get fooled by Marco, no
matter how much her friends and Dr. Michaels told her it wasn’t her fault.
Because it had to be her fault. Right? The day Xana and Roxy got home,
Charlie was invited over to Xana’s for a sleepover since they hadn’t seen each
other in a while. It was going to be the first time Charlie went to Xana’s
place. She had only been to Roxy’s and out to dinner with Xana’s family. Her dad was kind enough to drive her
over. Charlie first noticed the lights
lining the stone wall that surrounded the property. They reached the front gate,
which was adorned with two giant Christmas wreaths. Her dad rang the buzzer by
the gate, and then they were let in. They began heading down the driveway. The
trees lining it were lit with Christmas lights. The driveway ended with a
roundabout that had a fountain in the center, which flashed red and green
lights. Charlie got out of the car and was
awestruck. The house really did look like an old castle with its grey stones
and two turrets in the front. And it was glowing with multicolored Christmas
lights. She looked at her dad, who was still
in the car. “Roxy will take me home tomorrow.” Bob nodded. “I’ll leave once you get
inside. Love you.” Charlie smiled. “Love you too.” Xana’s mom let her inside. A large
and expertly decorated Christmas tree was in the entrance at the bottom of the
huge staircase. “Um. Your house is lovely.” What
else could she say? Maggie grinned. “Thank you. I
designed it myself. I always dreamed of living in a castle, and Xavier gave me
that.” She made a motion with her head. “The girls are in the living room.” Charlie followed her behind the
stairs. They passed a room that Charlie saw was a library when she peeked in.
The next room was the living room. Xana and Roxy were sitting on the
couch in their pajamas. They saw her, jumped up, and gave her a group hug. Charlie instantly felt relaxed. Her
dad was great, but this felt like home. She definitely felt most like herself
among her friends. “I missed you guys,” she told them. “We missed you too,” Xana said. “It
sucks that you couldn’t come to the Poconos with us.” “Yeah. Why didn’t your dad go,
Roxy?” Roxy sat back down on the couch.
“Every November, the Shape Shifters in America have a meeting. The Weres meet
in December, the Vampires meet in January, the Hunters meet in February, and in
March representatives from each group go to the world meeting. They discuss
their laws and various problems in the Supernatural community. And there’s
always the argument about whether or not they should make their existence
known.” She didn’t add that she was bitter that her dad wouldn’t let her go.
She was eighteen, and would be Pack Leader someday. She should learn how things
work, and be involved. “Wow,” Charlie said. She never knew
about that. “Where can I change into my pajamas?” “There’s a bathroom over there,”
Xana told her and pointed. After changing, Charlie asked Xana
about the rooms in the house. Xana very professionally told her,
“When you walk in, to your right is the library. You’re now in the living room.
That glass door leads to the back deck.” She pointed to a doorway to the left.
“That leads to the dining room. Beyond that is the kitchen, which is pretty
huge for when my dad has a party or something. When you came in, if you went to
the left, you’d see a ballroom. There’s a stage, and both men’s and women’s
bathrooms with stalls. The second floor has my bedroom, my parents’ bedroom,
and their offices. The third floor has several guest rooms. All of them have
their own TV and bathroom. The basement has our washer and dryer, and our own
little movie theater.” “You are really rich,” Charlie said. Xana picked at her cuticles. “It
comes with having an old Vampire for a dad. I know it’s weird.” “It’s just crazy,” Charlie said.
“You’re still you, even though I now know you have a s**t load of money. You’re
not a snotty b***h.” Xana smiled. “Sweet. You wanna go
watch movies in the home theater?”
“Are they really in danger?” Jeremy
asked Milo as Milo hit the buzzer at the Chambers’ gate. “James really loved the Vampire who
Turned them. Isobelle. Most Vampires who want to be Turned aren’t all right in
the head.” Maggie’s voice came over the
intercom, and Milo announced himself. They were buzzed in. “And some take the murder of the one
who Turned them very seriously,” Milo went on as he drove. “James has had many
years to build up resentment, and plan revenge.” They reached the end of the
driveway. “You think something will happen to
Xana,” Jeremy said. He felt a little sick with worry. “Like, will he have her
killed?” “Can’t be sure,” Milo said. “No one
has been able to get information. Right now James is lying low.” “But we don’t have a Kill Order for
James, “Jeremy said as they got out of the car and walked to the front door. “No. We do for Roger if we find
him.” “I may have to kill someone?” Jeremy
felt sicker. “I can do it if it comes down to
it.” Xavier opened the door. “I take it
you have news?” “Yes,” Milo said as they stepped
inside. Xavier nodded. “The girls are in the
basement. We can talk in the living room.”
While Roxy was showing Charlie a
movie she and Xana had watched a thousand times, Xana went up to the kitchen to
get more drinks and snacks. Xana was surprised that she couldn’t
hear the murmur of the TV from the living room. Her dad pretty much loved every
decade of television"he remembered its invention. She snuck into the dining room so
she could hear what was going on, because there were definitely voices, but no
laughing tracks. The first clear thing Xana heard was
her dad asking, “What’s the news?” “There’s been evidence of Roger in
the state,” Milo said. Xana’s heart sped up. If Milo was
there, talking about a companion of James’, it must’ve been serious business. “How can you be sure?” Maggie asked.
Milo sighed. “Roger has an MO with
his rapes and murders. Women have been found with two long cuts on their
bodies. The medical examiner noted that the cuts looked like they’d been done
with teeth, or something made from bone. There have also been prostitutes
making reports of a Vampire assaulting them, and cutting them with his fangs.
Most cops don’t believe the Vampire thing because they’ve all been drug
addicts. But they do believe there’s a connection, and have his description
out.” Xana seemed to lose her sense of
sound. She had heard of things like that before. She had been told on the
Internet that she would experience that"with much more detail. It was described
as happening in her room, at her school, or in the parking lot of the Wawa she
frequented. Sometimes she was kidnapped. Sometimes she was killed. Sometimes
she was kept alive to be assaulted again and again for her tormentor’s fun. The threats were serious. Xana
really was in danger. Xana sucked in a deep breath, and
when it was let loose, it came out like a sob. The people in the living room heard
her. They all entered the dining room, and the light came on. “Xana, sweetie, what’s wrong?”
Maggie asked her daughter worriedly. Xana took a few deep breaths to
contain herself. “I’m fine, Mom. Um. I came up to get snacks.” She quickly
walked off to the kitchen. Jeremy stopped Maggie from going
after her. “Let me talk to her.” “Why you?” Xavier wanted to know. “I’m closer to her age, and not her
parent.” Jeremy shrugged. “She’s more likely to open up to me.” He hadn’t liked
how pale Xana looked. “I can probably find out what’s bothering her.” “And you’ll tell us?” Xavier asked. “If she’s actually in danger, yeah.”
Jeremy went after Xana. He found her standing over one of the kitchen sinks,
shaking a little. “What was that in there?” Xana turned to him. “It was
nothing.” “All the color left your face, and still
hasn’t come back. It’s not nothing.” “Well, it’s really none of your
business,” Xana snapped. “If you’re in danger, it is,” Jeremy
corrected. “And not just because it’s my job. I do actually care.” Xana didn’t
speak, so he went on, “Have you told anyone what’s bothering you?” “Just hearing what that Roger guy
does freaked me out.” It wasn’t a lie. She was just leaving out some
information. “And you guys fear it’ll happen to me.” “There’s more to it than that.”
Jeremy knew all about withholding information. He still did it with his mom.
Sometimes so she wouldn’t worry, and sometimes he just didn’t feel like telling
her things. “You’re terrified.” Xana pulled at her shirt. Jeremy did
have the connections to be able to do something about her problems. And at this
point, he’d obviously believe her. “I didn’t take it seriously at first.” “What?” “Trolls send threats on the Internet
all the time,” Xana told Jeremy. “I never acknowledge them because that’s what
they want. If you ignore them, they usually stop. But not this one person.” “What was this person threatening
you about?” “I can show you.” Xana headed up the
back stairs located by the kitchen. Jeremy followed. He’d never seen the
second floor of the house. The hallway was painted a royal purple, and family
pictures hung on the walls. Xana definitely lived a privileged life. It looked
like her parents had taken her on many vacations, she and her mom would do day
trips, and at night her dad (and sometimes other Vampires) joined them. Jeremy followed Xana into her room.
It had a purple fuzzy carpet, and was painted pink under all the movie and TV
posters. She had her own TV, a pink couch, and a desk. Shelves held books,
DVDs, and video games. The duvet on her queen-sized bed had pink and purple
polka dots. “Pretty girly. Well. Beside the
horror posters,” Jeremy commented. “Nothing wrong with girly,” Xana
said as she stepped into her large closet. She opened the shoebox where she hid
a notebook under a pair of shoes she didn’t wear often. She went back to
Jeremy, and gave him the notebook. “What’s this?” Xana sat down on her bed. “When I
started to get scared, I printed out and dated all the messages. I figured if
anything happened to me, this could help. All of my passwords are in there too.
And I figured if someone started following me in real life, this could be used
as evidence so I could get a restraining order.” Xana was definitely a smart one,
Jeremy thought as he flipped open the notebook and read through the messages.
He was beginning to understand why Xana was so afraid. Not only were the
descriptions of what the person wanted to do to her horrifying, but it sounded
exactly like what Roger was known to do. “We need to tell Milo and your
parents,” Jeremy insisted. “Why?” “Milo has the resources to help, and
your parents need to know about this.
Do your friends even know?” “They have their own s**t to worry
about. Now that Roxy is eighteen, she wants to learn how to run the Pack, but
her dad won’t do anything, and there’s the whole Mate thing with Larry.
Charlie’s still adjusting to a new school, a horrible mom and sister, and she has
to worry about hiding from a stalker
Vampire. I didn’t want to burden them with what may not have been serious.” “Well, it’s serious now.”
“You’ve been gone for a while,” Roxy
said when Xana came back to the home theater without snacks. Xana paused the movie. “I guess I
should tell you guys something.” She went on to tell them about her Internet
threats, and what Jeremy just made her tell her parents. “It didn’t bother you that school,
your room, and Roxy’s room were accurately described?” Charlie asked. Xana raised her hands briefly and
let them flop into her lap. “Denial? Thinking about it made me scared.” “But that means someone has been
following you,” Roxy pointed out, absolutely terrified for her friend. Would
all those things happen to Xana? Could Milo or Xavier keep her safe? They’d
better. “Maybe,” Xana mumbled. “So what happens now?” Charlie
questioned. “Milo’s going to do an
investigation,” Xana answered. “My dad doesn’t want to go to DC for the Vampire
meeting, but we all know he has to go as a Clan leader. I don’t want a
bodyguard.” “Why not?” Roxy thought that was
suitable. “It’s embarrassing. I don’t want
some hard a*s, always waiting for danger, following me around all day. People
think I’m weird enough already.” “You are weird,” Roxy told her. “And
who cares what other people think?” “I don’t want to be noticed!
Everyone will stare all the time.” Charlie nodded. “I understand. Milo
has to check on me all the time. It’s annoying. Like, I just want to live my
life. Even if there is danger, it’s kind of suffocating. Which I know is ironic
because of Marco, but…” “It’s not the same,” Xana finished
for her. “You were manipulated back then, and now you just want privacy.” “Well, I’ll watch out for you,” Roxy
declared. Xana managed a smile. “I know you
will. Just like how I know Milo will find this guy before anything happens.” “But what if something does happen?” Roxy worried. Xana felt sick to her stomach.
“Hopefully nothing will.” © 2015 Gabsikle |
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