One of A Kind

Chapter 2

    After the plane had landed, I got shaken awake by the stewardess.

    "The plane has landed ma'am." She said quietly and also apologetically, "I'm sorry to have woken you."  

    I replied, chuckling a little, "You're just doing your job, and that's what matters." I finished and said, "Thank you."

    I grabbed my carryon bag and un-boarded, heading down to the baggage claim. As I was waiting for my suitcase, I smelled someone familiar close by me. It scared me because as far as I knew, no one knew I was coming home. Unless I thought to myself, Kiah called Kyle.

     Kyle was an old family friend. His father and mine were best friends, and Kyle was who I spent ten years growing up with before I went to Europe. The last time I had seen him was the month before at my birthday party.

    I was so happy to see his dirty blond head of hair show up on the doorstep. It was so lovely to laugh with him again, his goofy smile and his deep blue eyes, laughing with you, or at you, depending on who the joke was on.

    As I turned around to smell again, there he was, 5'6 skinny ass frame. Don't get me wrong here, he is strong, but he is thin. I guess that's what happens when a vampire stops feeding on human blood.

    I smiled at him kindly and nodded my head, and quietly asked, "How did you know I was coming home?"        

    He laughed a little and replied sarcastically, "What? This is your home?" He walked over to me and hugged me, "You already know how I know."

     I sighed, "Of course, he would contact you because he couldn't portal walk and beat me here." laughing a little as I thought about Kiah.

    Werewolves can't portal walk; they neither have the power nor the mind to do it. No one knows why. They have brute strength, and they aren't dumb. They've tried many times to try and harness the powers that come with portal walking, like injecting vampire, or even portal walkers blood, but all subjects they tried it on, had died.

    I looked at Kyle, then got a stern look on my face and said, "Please don't tell me you made any kind of promise to Kiah about watching me and protecting me because he can't."

    He looked at me, annoyed, "No I didn't make that promise to Kiah," He paused for a second. "I made that promise to your father."

    I gasped, looked him in the eyes and asked, "Do you know where they are?" Hoping his answer was yes.

    He looked down sadly and replied softly. "No."

    I turned back to the baggage claim and picked up my suitcase as it came by, probably for the third time no doubt I thought to myself, walked back over to Kyle and said: "I guess it's time I find out what happened."

     He opened a portal while no one was watching, and we headed off to his apartment. When we got there, I set my stuff down and smirked.

    "Are you sure you're a vampire?" I asked sarcastically. "Because you sure have gotten better at doing that, I'm glad my dad's teachings got through your thick head."

    Vampires, like portal walkers, could open and travel through the portals of the world, but it came at a deadly cost. Vampires believe that human blood is everything; it's what helps them survive. Harvesting humans is their world.

    To retain the power to portal walk as a vampire, they have to keep that thirst for human blood at bay and hunt animals. Their mind gains strength through that training. It gives them access to their subconscious mind, where that power is hidden. After so many years, centuries, or even decades, vampires that have been portal walking, lose power and strength.

    Kyle looked like the portal walking was getting to him; he looked skinnier than ever before.

    He smiled and replied. "There are just some things about me that are still very mysterious." He finished sarcastically.

    I turned to him quickly, "So, tell me everything you know and don't skip anything that you think might hurt me." I finished staring straight in his deep blue eyes.

    He sighed and sat down in the chair next to his couch. It was a black lazy boy recliner, his color of choice. He was rubbing his temples as he sat down.

    "Your father is going to be so angry with me, when, if he finds out you've come home." He shook his head and trembled a little.

    I scoffed. "It's his own God damn fault I came home, and we can rub that in his face when he finds out." I rolled my eyes and plopped down on his blue couch, laughing a little as I laid down across its cushions. "Just humor me, Kyle, are they alive?"

    He smiled and leaned back in his chair, pulling the lever. "Of course they are alive; they're just hiding from everyone."

    I shook my head, "Where would they hide without telling someone, or giving us some sort of hint or trail for only us to figure out?" I asked quietly to myself. "So what happened?" my eyes glazing over with worry.

    He sighed, taking a deep breath, "Somehow, your father found out that they knew about you. He told me he didn't know the source, but I swear he just didn't want to tell me. The last thing I remember before he went into hiding was if you came home, to watch you and protect you any way I can. That he would lead them away from your trail somehow, with the help of Cole and Scott." He finished with a sigh.

    I stood up, outraged, "SCOTT!" I screamed, "What in the hell!" I was ready to hit anything. I was so pissed off that my dad still trusted him after what he did to me. "Why does he need that bastards help, he could have killed me if Kiah wasn't around!"

    Kyle stood up as fast as I had in my rage, he grabbed my hands and replied aggressively, defensively even, "When you see him, Yelena, you can thank him that you are alive, along with your father and your brother."

    I stared at him blankly, dropping my gaze and replied in a flat tone, "I refuse to thank him for anything." I sat down on his couch again and folded my arms over my chest, as I drifted back in my memory of 2 years ago.