Rachel led a boring life. That is, until she woke up dead. With no guidance and no support (besides her only friend), Rachel began to navigate her new lifestyle. In death, she finally began to live. Learning to be a new member of undead would be challenging enough, but Rachel was determined to track down the man who turned her. A bit obsessed, in fact. What reason did he have to murder her? Poor self control? Bored? The reasons really did not matter any more because soon she planned to end his (undead) life.
View MoreI died on a Monday. There is not a single good thing about Mondays. You wake up, you end up dragging ass while getting ready. You spend the whole day trying to get back into the “weekday” routine. Nobody wants to be at work. The coffee doesn’t do its job, you’re running behind half the time, and sometimes you die. Or is that just me?
It started out as a normal day. I hit the snooze three times and woke up fifteen minutes later than I needed to be up. I ran out the door, with my coffee in hand, to make a twenty-minute drive in ten minutes. When I arrived at my office and got out of the car, I tried and spilled coffee all over my blouse. Of course, I did. I was wearing white. My tits were a magnet for messes, especially when they were covered in white. When I opened the front door, I heard our weekly morning meeting already taking place. I tried to sneak in the back of the room without being noticed. I took my seat and tried to hide my blouse under my blazer.
“Rachel, I see you’re late again as usual.” Damn. My sneaky entrance was not so unnoticed. “Would you like to go over what you did last week with the group?” my boss continued to my coworkers. Double Damn. What did I do last week? I’d slept since then. I cannot remember anything. And they’re all staring with their grumpy morning faces. “Um. Well, last week….” Come on. Something. Anything. I saw my saving grace on the white board behind my boss’s head. “I mainly worked on analyzing the latest samples from the Schekovsky project. Results are inconclusive.” That seemed to be a sufficient response. My boss returned to his previous topic. Good. Let me finish my coffee. Please.
I’m a biochemist by the way. It’s a smaller company and somehow all my coworkers are men. Old, unattractive, nerdy men. I suppose I won in the gene pool lottery that is life. I’m a girl. I’m attractive. And I’m smart. Shocker. If only any of these things did me any good. I never date or meet new friends because I’m surrounded by the same twenty faces every week. I have no external interactions in my workplace. I could have been a nurse. Lots of pretty girls are nurses. If I had gone that route, I wouldn’t have been working in a male dominated team. But you know. People… They suck. I do not want to spend my days caring for dim whited asshats. I especially do not want to be stuck with the frequent guests that are in for their fifth “deathly” googled symptoms of the month. I’d be the one to accidentally slip up. By visit number two, I’d be telling them that they are asshats and to stay off the internet. I would the nurse that got fired every time I spoke my mind. I preferred to stay behind the scenes and away from the “sick” masses. At least that way, I stayed employed.
Anyways, back to THE Monday. My last Monday living. The meeting dragged on, I finally got to escape to my office. I took my lunch at the normal time. Business as usual. I had plans after work on this Monday. A blind date. I never make plans after work, but this evening I agreed to plans for some reason. Let that be a sign. Make plans and you die. My workday ended and I gathered my things up. I was ready to go rush and still run late for my next event of the day. Seemed to be my thing. I was driving home and realized I would never make it to the date without stopping. Everything could have been fine. I could have avoided my death entirely, but fate seems to have its way I guess. When I was rushing that morning, I forget to grab gas. I was cruising on E and had to stop somewhere. I pulled into the closest gas station, and it seemed kind of empty. Like the gas stations usually stay when they’re overpriced or out of the way. Not a huge crowd. In fact, I saw one other car parked by the building. There were no other cars in the lot. Kind of creepy and it was already dark outside at this point. The darkness and dim lighting in the parking lot added to the creep factor. That hair raising feeling that happens when you overthink and scare yourself.
And then it happened. I had just put the nozzle into my car. I opened my car door to wait in my seat and scroll through my phone while it refilled. I sat down, grabbed my phone, and had that creepy feeling like I was being watched. I looked into the rear-view mirror and saw dark eyes staring back at me. I screamed. My dumbass too scared that my brain stopped functioning. I didn’t jump out. I didn’t run. I didn’t grab the closest thing I could use as a weapon. I just sat and screamed like some idiot in those stereotypical slasher films. The next thing I knew, this stranger, this strange man in MY car, bit me. He BIT me. What is that about? My vision blurred and the gas station started to fade. Everything went dark soon after. That is the last thing I remember. Well, of my “life” at least.
When I woke up the next day, Cooper was by my side, snuggled up to me. My brother was safe and under the same roof. Madison had a bodyguard stalking her 24/7. All was right with the world. I checked my phone and realized I’d still never reached out to my sketch artist man friend, Eric. He probably thought I’d forgotten about him. Seven missed texts. Apparently, he’d been worried about me. I messaged him and let him know a bit about what had been going on, the summarized version. Enough for him to know I’m not staying at my house anymore and for right now, I didn’t know when I’d be able to get together. I’m not sure that we should get together, but I left that part out. As much danger as I’d put my brother and Mads in just be knowing them, I didn’t want to add someone else into the mix. It’d probably be better for Eric to never see me again at this rate. Things weren’t looking promising, unless I moved another person into the mansion. Mitchell would murder me himself.
“Once upon a time, in a kingdom long ago” I took off my shoe and threw my shoe at him. Riley sat to my right and snickered. “Ow!” Mitchell yelled. “Fine, I’ll be serious. But really, it was a long time ago. There are stories about your family. Consider them essentially vampire fairy tales. We’ve all heard myths about your bloodline and of your family. Originally, your family was a line of witches.” “Witches? Ha!” “If you insist on interrupting me this time, I will not tell you. Thi
Riley just stared at me questioningly the whole way to the mansion. I guess he gave up on trying to figure out what was going on and just figured I’d explain everything later. I would. Barring the next kidnapping. We pulled into the underground entrance, and the boys pulled Chris out first. He was still unconscious, serves him right. They didn’t tell me where they were taking him, just disappeared. I’ll find out later, if anyone should know, it’s me since he was after me to begin with. There are still a lot of unanswered questions that I have. I better help Riley understand things better first, he deserved that much after this experience. As soon as we walked in, Cooper ran to me. I forgot they’d picked up my dog and not a minute too soon. I’d hate to think of what could have happened to him if the Barton gang showed up at my house. I pet his fl
We arrived at the tunnel Elm Place entrance shortly before 10pm. The whole gang was here in a limousine. So much for subtle. You’d think we were all off to prom rather than a rescue mission. I got out of the gigantic eyesore and had a small camera attached to my stud earing for them to spy on me. Technology is really improving these days. I remember the gigantic cameras that my family used to film all of our holidays and birthdays with. Okay, I’m aging myself. And I’m off topic. Focus. Rescue. Don’t die.I walked over the where the entrance should be, donning the “Closed” sign as Google said it would. Mitchell had told me that to enter, I just needed to open the door. Seems easy enough. I guess the closed sign was all it took to ward of most people. It would have worked for me if Mitchell didn
Not one word from Riley’s friends so far. Mitchell had someone looking into it and was calling around still. It seemed like he was a leader of sorts here. I wonder if that was a government official type thing as well or just a role, he sort of fell into with the group. The patriarch of the “family”. I still hadn’t seen the others, but a maid (I think) came in to check on me. She was very sweet; I think she could sense I was upset. She definitely did not seem like a vampire. I guess it would be hard to tell, but she didn’t have the same demeanor as the others. She was… Innocent. At least in comparison. My cell phone started ringing, with the caller ID reflecting “Unknown”. I used to never answer these calls, but I also have never been dead before. First time for everything. “Hello?” Silence. &
We pulled into a gated underground tunnel near a large mansion on land in Dallas. I didn’t realize any houses had land in Dallas proper. I thought it was only in the suburbs. They must be rich. “You didn’t tell me you had a Batcave.” Lucas laughed. “It is for functionality reasons only – we can’t walk in the sun like you. We’d rather not be deep-fried on the way into our home.” Once Lucas parked, the van doors opened, and I saw a large garage around us with an elevator. Yep, they must be rich. I doubt they hypnotized a mortgage company into gifting them this. “Do you guys work? Family money?” I asked and Elyse giggled. “No need. When you live as long as we have and are able to persuade people in
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