Years ago, I used to take the deer meat to orphanages to feed the hungry bellies of the children. At that time, the caregivers welcomed any food donations they could get, for it was difficult to provide enough food to feed forty some children. They didn't ask questions. Today, there were no more orphanages, but if there were, they would ask too many questions, questions I couldn't answer. There were laws against it, as well.The white-tailed deer wasn't much of a challenge, but I had already had my workout for the night. After I had my fill, I wiped a spot of crimson blood from my lips. Evergreens brushed past me in a blur as I ran, quickly making my way back home. Home. We had just arrived and already I thought of it as home. Twenty minutes later, I walked into the front door of our cottage. It was really more like a mansion, but there was something about the stone walls that made me think of it as a cottage. "Well ..." Rick was waiting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, probably
We weren't waiting long when the principal come out of his office and shook our hands, welcoming me to the school, then handed me a class schedule. Of course, the honors classes wouldn't be a problem. I could take any college course, earn any degree, and repeat every line from every textbook that I read verbatim. So, high school honors classes would hardly be a challenge, but we knew that Zachary was in all honors classes. My having an honors schedule increased the chances of our having the same classes. "Welcome to our school, Lisa," Mr. Hartrell, the principal, said with a smile plastered across his face. "I hope you feel comfortable here, Lisa, and come to think of us as a family, as well." "Why thank you, Mr. Hartrell," I answered sweetly. "I'm sure I'll find the accommodations here delightful." Rick gave me a dirty look as if to say, Smart Ass. Sorry, I just couldn't resist, I replied to Rick in my mind, then I looked at him and shrugged. He rolled his eyes, without Mr.
"Sorry I'm late, Ms. Parks," Zachary said in a low voice. "I was cut off by some idiot out there and couldn't find a parking space."Ms. Parks smiled sweetly. "Not a problem, Mr. Davis. This time." The later was a warning. "Now," the sweet demeanor returned, "go take a seat." He nodded, then hurried to the vacant seat next to mine. This just kept getting better. I said nothing, but watched inconspicuously. I was 5'4", but he was much taller, 6'2" to be exact. My sense of measurement was perfect, having experience over the years. He had broad shoulders that fell to a narrow waist and hips. I could tell he had nice legs under his trousers and arms that bulged from over training and years of playing sports. His sun-streaked hair was cropped short on the sides and the back like in his picture, was parted inconspicuously toward the side and fell lazily over one eye. He wore tan khakis and a nice white dress shirt. A bit dressy for a student, but on him, the look was very becoming. And I
"Zac, what do your parents do?" I asked, casually making conversation as we walked to class. Secretly, I really needed to know what he knew about his father. "Well, my mother is an interior designer here in town, and my father is an architect in Washington D.C.," Zac said, the faraway look returning. So, he knew nothing. Dr. Abbott probably wanted to keep his son in the dark as much as possible. I guess Abbott thought that what his son didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Fat chance. We talked animatedly as we walked to class. Zac was very easy to talk to. Then, my thoughts traveled to what he said when he came late to class. I forced myself from his mesmerizing eyes to focus on my mission. "What did you say when you came into class late this morning?" I asked Zac innocently as we walked. "About some guy cutting you off in the parking lot?" It bothered me ever since he said it. I wondered if there was more to it than that. "Yeah," Zac said, anger returning to his eyes. "The guy just came
I really should watch pushing the minds of the elderly. I'm sure the effect would wear off, but, then again, he might spend the rest of his life happy as a lark. Well, at least the Mrs. will be happy. Alone, my body quivered, changing as my features distorted, then morphed until I was an exact replica of Mr. Hartrell. I should probably not be a student walking the halls between bells. They would think I was skipping class. I picked up my stashed backpack, walked into the school, and threw it in a vacant nearby locker. I'd go back for it later. That is, if it was still there. If not, I could track it down easily. I walked down the hallway looking into classrooms as I passed, looking for the moron with the car. I smiled as a petite, heavy-set teacher about four feet tall passed, her heels echoing loudly down the now vacant hall. Thinking I was Mr. Hartrell, she smiled nervously, then hurried on. So, the animosity wasn't only reserved for the students. I knew I had to find the moron wit
As much as I was enjoying this, I had to end it soon, as the bell was about to ring. "Who sent you?" I repeated, screaming into his face in a guttural, demonic voice. "Uh ... uh ..." moron stammered, his voice a few pitches higher. "I don't know who the guy is, but he said to find the boy and bring him to him.""Where?" I demanded, tightening my grip on his manhood. "New York," he pleaded, his voice an octave higher, almost crying now. "I know New York, you moron! The city?"He hesitated and I tightened my grip again. Let's just say he'd be singing soprano for a while. If he lived long enough. "Okay, okay," his voice was two octaves higher, "he said to bring him to the club.""New York is filled with clubs," I said, tightening even more. I didn't know how much more he could take. "Which one?""The Mirage, on Broadway!" He was almost crying, as beads of sweat and tears ran down his cheeks. "Why there?" I demanded, never releasing my grip. "I don't know, I don't know!" He
Annie quickly moved her things to the desk next to mine, then winked at me, smiling devilishly, reminding me of the old days. I couldn't help but smile back. I always liked Annie. She had an infectious smile and a fabulous personality, but she was always a bit of a wild child, even before becoming a vamp. And she was my best friend, before I turned her.***After Fredrick turned me, we became militia and fought with the regulars against the Red Coats. Fredrick and I became assets to the cause, as we could move in stealth without being detected, moving quickly, leaving the havoc we'd created behind. The Red Coats would only catch a glimpse of us and wondered if we were real. So they called us The Ghost. Rumors spread that it was only one man, but in reality, there were many of us that comprised The Ghost. Some brave human soldiers banned together with us, and together we helped turn the course of the war. Many men bravely fought and died by our sides, but this was before modern medi
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire erupted, sending loud shots piercing the still night air. Even though it was pitch black outside the edges of the firelight, I could see many Red Coats moving in, hiding around us in the forest. Acantha dropped the plate she was holding. "Acantha, run!" I shouted, pushing her toward safety. Then, everything seemed to happen in slow motion as she reached for her gun, already loaded and ready. She looked up at me with surprise in her eyes, when a bullet pierced her in the back and she fell into my arms. I held her limp, lifeless body within my arms, then laid her carefully on the soft grass and whispered into her ear, "Acantha, hang on!" She was still breathing. I quite literally saw red and I didn't care who was watching as rage filled my chest. I ripped out the hearts of twenty men within an instant as Rick yelled, "No! Abigail, no!" Then, he looked toward the fire and saw Acantha lying helplessly by the fire. Together, Rick and I along with the other m