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Vampire Story part 30
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 Created on 3-18-08
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When we stepped off the runway and into the terminal, it was very late. Already completely dark outside and raining, the weather was enough to make me want to leave again.
"Shitty weather," Callum said, looking at the sky grumpily.
"Yup." Holly said. She looked bored and tired and annoyed as we followed Isaac to the baggage claim.
"What's your problem?" Callum asked her.
"Same thing as you. I hate rain. It's cold and wet and annoying. Unless it's, like, a giant rainstorm, those are cool. But this stupid sprinkle crap blows." She looked very grumpy. Callum rolled his eyes and smirked a little.
"Rain isn't that bad..." Isaac said over his shoulder. "Just a little wet." As he said it, he pulled his backpack around in front of him and pulled out a coat. "Here." He said, handing it to her. She looked suddenly happier, and then managed to hide it by pulling on the sweater, but not before I had noticed the small blush. When her head was through the neckline she was back to her normal color, looking down at herself. Callum snorted, Isaac grinned, and I chuckled. Even Holly couldn't help grinning a little and raising an eyebrow at the sight of the large gray hoodie that draped over her shoulders and down almost to her knees.
"Wow." She stated, and started to laugh. "Thanks, I think." She said through her laughter.
We continued on our way to the baggage claim, waiting for what seemed like forever to get our things. When we finally got out of the airport, the rain had stopped and Holly pulled off the sweater, handing it back to Isaac. The night was cool, but not too much so, for us at least.
“So how are we supposed to actually find this place?” Holly asked, sounding slightly skeptical.
Isaac paused, taking a deep breath. “It’s a big, old-fashioned house an hours walk up the Bristol Channel. It’s not near any towns, but with a view of the water, right on the cliffs.”
“How do you know?” Callum asked. “I don’t want to walk an hour and have you be wrong.”
“I just know. It’s weird, but I do.” Isaac replied.
Callum snorted.
“Oh, have a little faith,” Holly snapped. “Come on, we won’t get there just standing around.”
Having watched them for several days, I have noticed the way they talk to each other is very different. Callum’s voice, whenever he says something to Isaac, seems to be slightly skeptical and annoyed, at the very least. When Isaac speaks, it is always polite, even, but slightly expressionless. They always seem to be on the verge of an argument, and only Holly manages to stop them. She threatens, jokes, or pleads, but it always seems to work. They seem to balance each other, but I have yet to discover where I fit in.
We walked down the road in silence. Every now and then, when we got to a fork in the road, Isaac would continue on without stopping, as if he had been there many times.
Finally Holly decided she was tired of being stared at by everyone who passed, and stopped, sticking out her thumb. She smiled sweetly, and soon enough a man in a small Toyota pulled over. "You need a ride?" He asked, looking entranced by her.
"Yes. My friends and I are headed up to a house. He knows where it is--" She pointed to Isaac, "And can give you instructions. It's on the hill."
The man looked a little startled. "You're headed up there?"
"Yes. Is that a problem?" Holly asked, looking very disappointed. "Well, I understand if you don't want to give us a ride..." She began to back away and the man quickly said, "No, no it's fine! I can give you one...but only to the bottom of the hill."
Holly looked at us and shrugged. She turned back to the man and said, "That'll work." She smiled sweetly and ran back to us. "Okay, just stick our stuff in the trunk. Isaac, you've got shotgun." She picked up her bag, trotted over to the trunk and tapped on it. It immediately popped up a few inches, and as I moved towards the car, I saw the man's eyes following us in fascination. I could figure out easily why he was amazed. Our vampiric grace and beauty was enough to stun even the most willful of humans, and I could see why Holly wanted one of the boys in the front.
We slid into the car after putting away our stuff, and the man drove off. "So, uhh..." He started. We all looked at him. "Why are you headed up there?" He sounded confused, but genuinely curious.
"We’re visiting someone up there." Isaac quickly supplied. It was true enough.
"Oh." The man looked even more confused, but asked nothing more. He made a few more small attempts at conversation, but it became apparent that none of us were interested in talking much, and he was finally silent. It was probably a good thing, because Callum looked like he wanted to kill him, and it made it easier to focus on suppressing the urge to eat him.
At last, we made it to the bottom of the hill and the car stopped. "This is as far as I'll go." The man said, looking nervous. "They say some kind of ghosts live in that house. I won't go anywhere closer." Callum looked at him like he was crazy, and I raised an eyebrow. I saw Isaac and Holly exchange glances before Holly said, "Well, thank you for your trouble, sir. Have a good night." We got out of the car and pulled out our bags, watching as the man drove off. Finally we turned toward the house, and began trudging up the hill. When we were about 20 yards from the door, we stopped and stared at it.
"Wow." Callum said. The rest of us could only nod our agreement.
The house was large and made almost entirely of stone. Probably only three stories high, it's Victorian architecture made it seem taller. Small arches were over the top of every window, basically the only wooden part and painted a plain white. More arches were probably around the rest of it, and not just on the windows. There was a single tower to our right, in the back. The roofs were the same white as the window arches. Despite its total lack of anything dark or foreboding, the place was still intimidating, and more like a small castle or fortress than a house. The four of us stood back and looked at for a minute, when Isaac shook his head and said in a slightly subdued voice, "Come on, we may as well get this over with," and continued up the pathway to the large white door.
We stopped, staring at the carvings on it, and I felt us collectively take an unneeded breath.
Finally, Isaac raised his fist and knocked 3 times.
"Shitty weather," Callum said, looking at the sky grumpily.
"Yup." Holly said. She looked bored and tired and annoyed as we followed Isaac to the baggage claim.
"What's your problem?" Callum asked her.
"Same thing as you. I hate rain. It's cold and wet and annoying. Unless it's, like, a giant rainstorm, those are cool. But this stupid sprinkle crap blows." She looked very grumpy. Callum rolled his eyes and smirked a little.
"Rain isn't that bad..." Isaac said over his shoulder. "Just a little wet." As he said it, he pulled his backpack around in front of him and pulled out a coat. "Here." He said, handing it to her. She looked suddenly happier, and then managed to hide it by pulling on the sweater, but not before I had noticed the small blush. When her head was through the neckline she was back to her normal color, looking down at herself. Callum snorted, Isaac grinned, and I chuckled. Even Holly couldn't help grinning a little and raising an eyebrow at the sight of the large gray hoodie that draped over her shoulders and down almost to her knees.
"Wow." She stated, and started to laugh. "Thanks, I think." She said through her laughter.
We continued on our way to the baggage claim, waiting for what seemed like forever to get our things. When we finally got out of the airport, the rain had stopped and Holly pulled off the sweater, handing it back to Isaac. The night was cool, but not too much so, for us at least.
“So how are we supposed to actually find this place?” Holly asked, sounding slightly skeptical.
Isaac paused, taking a deep breath. “It’s a big, old-fashioned house an hours walk up the Bristol Channel. It’s not near any towns, but with a view of the water, right on the cliffs.”
“How do you know?” Callum asked. “I don’t want to walk an hour and have you be wrong.”
“I just know. It’s weird, but I do.” Isaac replied.
Callum snorted.
“Oh, have a little faith,” Holly snapped. “Come on, we won’t get there just standing around.”
Having watched them for several days, I have noticed the way they talk to each other is very different. Callum’s voice, whenever he says something to Isaac, seems to be slightly skeptical and annoyed, at the very least. When Isaac speaks, it is always polite, even, but slightly expressionless. They always seem to be on the verge of an argument, and only Holly manages to stop them. She threatens, jokes, or pleads, but it always seems to work. They seem to balance each other, but I have yet to discover where I fit in.
We walked down the road in silence. Every now and then, when we got to a fork in the road, Isaac would continue on without stopping, as if he had been there many times.
Finally Holly decided she was tired of being stared at by everyone who passed, and stopped, sticking out her thumb. She smiled sweetly, and soon enough a man in a small Toyota pulled over. "You need a ride?" He asked, looking entranced by her.
"Yes. My friends and I are headed up to a house. He knows where it is--" She pointed to Isaac, "And can give you instructions. It's on the hill."
The man looked a little startled. "You're headed up there?"
"Yes. Is that a problem?" Holly asked, looking very disappointed. "Well, I understand if you don't want to give us a ride..." She began to back away and the man quickly said, "No, no it's fine! I can give you one...but only to the bottom of the hill."
Holly looked at us and shrugged. She turned back to the man and said, "That'll work." She smiled sweetly and ran back to us. "Okay, just stick our stuff in the trunk. Isaac, you've got shotgun." She picked up her bag, trotted over to the trunk and tapped on it. It immediately popped up a few inches, and as I moved towards the car, I saw the man's eyes following us in fascination. I could figure out easily why he was amazed. Our vampiric grace and beauty was enough to stun even the most willful of humans, and I could see why Holly wanted one of the boys in the front.
We slid into the car after putting away our stuff, and the man drove off. "So, uhh..." He started. We all looked at him. "Why are you headed up there?" He sounded confused, but genuinely curious.
"We’re visiting someone up there." Isaac quickly supplied. It was true enough.
"Oh." The man looked even more confused, but asked nothing more. He made a few more small attempts at conversation, but it became apparent that none of us were interested in talking much, and he was finally silent. It was probably a good thing, because Callum looked like he wanted to kill him, and it made it easier to focus on suppressing the urge to eat him.
At last, we made it to the bottom of the hill and the car stopped. "This is as far as I'll go." The man said, looking nervous. "They say some kind of ghosts live in that house. I won't go anywhere closer." Callum looked at him like he was crazy, and I raised an eyebrow. I saw Isaac and Holly exchange glances before Holly said, "Well, thank you for your trouble, sir. Have a good night." We got out of the car and pulled out our bags, watching as the man drove off. Finally we turned toward the house, and began trudging up the hill. When we were about 20 yards from the door, we stopped and stared at it.
"Wow." Callum said. The rest of us could only nod our agreement.
The house was large and made almost entirely of stone. Probably only three stories high, it's Victorian architecture made it seem taller. Small arches were over the top of every window, basically the only wooden part and painted a plain white. More arches were probably around the rest of it, and not just on the windows. There was a single tower to our right, in the back. The roofs were the same white as the window arches. Despite its total lack of anything dark or foreboding, the place was still intimidating, and more like a small castle or fortress than a house. The four of us stood back and looked at for a minute, when Isaac shook his head and said in a slightly subdued voice, "Come on, we may as well get this over with," and continued up the pathway to the large white door.
We stopped, staring at the carvings on it, and I felt us collectively take an unneeded breath.
Finally, Isaac raised his fist and knocked 3 times.
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