The Girl Who Ran

Chapter 9

Elena

    "Vampyres can eat food?" I ask shell-shocked. How? I started thinking about all the studies I did on vampyres and all the legends I read about while locked away in the library with my tutor, Mr. Atticus.

    Wait...what? I remember things! My eyes grew wide as I jump up high and exclaim to Lydia my realization.

    She smiles brightly at me and says, "That's wonderful news! Before you know it, it will all come flooding back! By the way the answer to your question before is yes. Vampyres can indeed eat food and we love it because it's extremely delicious." She grins slyly.

    I laugh shyly as I sit back down and reply, "Cool."

Alaeric

    I pull into the airport parking lot and pull into a parking spot pretty close to the airport entrance. I turn off my baby and open my door and grab the sign I made yesterday, that reads "Dude", and walk inside the building. It's an inside joke. I would tell you all about it, but then it wouldn't be an inside joke anymore, now, would it?

    I walk down the hallway of the airport until I find the area I need to wait. I see the first person walk through the dark blue door so I hold the sign up in front of my chest and wait. After a couple of minutes of waiting he walks through the door and walks towards me with his big, bright, sparkling smile and his long brown hair swinging in his eyes. He stops and crumples to the floor onto his knees and proceeds to kiss the ground. 

    I began to laugh as I ran towards him and yanked him up off the ground and buried him in a hug. He looks down and sees the sign in my hand and laughs.

    "Dudeeeee." He says cracking up. 

    "Dudeeee" I say back chuckling.

    We walk out to the car and start to catch up on what has happened in our lives in the last three months since he has been gone. When we get to the car we start to drive back to our apartment. Trey lives with us, he found Lydia and I three years ago just after we were turned by a home invader. The police think we're dead or kidnapped or something of the sort. Our parents were killed that night. We still haven't found that bastard. We have been looking for him ever since. We thought we had found him. We though that was who I was chasing the other day but we were wrong. It wasn't him. We will find him someday though. 

    As we drove I told him about Elena and everything that has been happening to her. 

    "Something that's never been before, heh? Well that's narly dude!" He shouts.

    I shake my head and look back to the road so I wouldn't wreck my baby into a telephone pole or worse another car.

    I can't say it hasn't happened before. When I was sixteen  - and not a vampyre - I stole my father's car and this guys had his brights on, so I couldn't see anything and I somehow ended up hitting him, flipping the car and running into a pole. Can you believe it? I did both, but anyways the guy only had a broken arm and a couple of scratches while I on the other hand had three broken ribs, a broken leg, a broken arm, a long cut up my back where I had to get stitches, and I was in a coma for five months! Ain't that grand.

    The reason for so many injuries may be because of the car  I was driving. It was a a red convertible. Ha, my father had a red convertible. I miss that guy. 

    The home invader vampyre bastard told me he would have turned our parents as well but they were too old. He was "nice" enough to explain that to be turned into a vampyre you must be between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. It has been done before but it is very rare for anyone to live if they are over the age of twenty-five. So he just killed them instead. Greedy bastard.

    He couldn't just make due with the blood of my sister and I. No, he had to have all four of us.

    "Hey Ric." Trey says bringing my mind back to the present. We had arrived back at the apartment. "Are you going to get out and introduce me to this wondrous beauty?" We must have been here for a minute.

    I smirk as I pull my seat belt off and make my way inside to my apartment while helping Trey with his bags.

Elena

    Lydia and I sat at the dinner table waiting as Ric and another guy, who must be his friend trey, walk in the door. They put down the bags they were carrying and sit down at the table in seconds, startling me.

    "Sorry. We smelled food." Trey says sheepishly.

    He picks up the giant spoon to dig out some lasagna and it splashes onto his plate. He passes it to me and we all begin to dump a bunch of good-smelling food onto our plates.

    I look up from my plate to Trey and say, "So, what were you in England for?"

    He looks over at Ricky  - Ric - and smiles and says, "Ahhh, so I see you've told her of my journey to the beautiful country of England."

    I smile as he turns back to me and begins to tell me of his trip. He said that he went there for many, many reasons. But mostly he just went there to just be there, to see the country. 

    "I  love to travel, last year I went to Italy. " He says.

    I have a lot of questions for these three vampyres, but there were just too many running through my head. I can barely think to pick a question. Finally i just blurt, "How old are you guys?"

    They all look up at my as if I have asked a completely random question, which I suppose I have