Thursday, June 28, 2012

Chapter 2: Addendum

Chapter 2: Addendum

Regan shook her head. “I’m not spending another minute here. If he doesn’t have the time to talk to me like a human being, never mind the fact that I’m technically not, then I don’t have time to sit around waiting for him to notice me.” She grabbed the door and pulled it open angrily, stomping out into the night air and down the porch steps.

Pausing, Regan looked around, and then sulked back up the stairs. She knocked lightly at the door, which Klarissa promptly opened.

“Yes?” She made no attempt to hide her smile.

Regan pressed her lips together in annoyance before speaking again. “So, the Earl said I could borrow a car. Uh, where might I find the car keys?”

The story continues into Chapter 3

Monday, June 25, 2012

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Regan looked out the window of the car as it sped around the looping curve and up onto the highway. The roads were fairly devoid of life. She had never really appreciated the quiet that came with the night. Trees streaked past in the darkness, joined periodically by the flash of a mile marker sign. She craned her neck to gaze upwards at the clear night sky. It seemed brighter, somehow, richer. When she was a kid, her family would cross over into Canada and camp at a little provincial park. She remembered lying in the sand dunes and staring up at the stars, marveling at how there seemed to be so many more in Canada than back in the US.

She took a breath, something she was learning she had to think about first, and then let out a long sigh. She missed camping.

“How far is it to the Earl’s?”

Larry peered at her in the rear view mirror. “His Lordship’s out at his horse ranch in Oxford. So, about an hour I’d guess, assuming nothing interesting happens.”

Regan leaned forward to see the speedometer. The needle was resting neatly at seventy five miles per hour. “I thought vampires liked to drive fast.”

“Ever hit a pothole at a-hundred plus?”

Regan blinked. “No.”

“Try it sometime and then ask me that again.”

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Chapter 1: Addendum

Chapter 1 Addendum

Regan looked back and forth between the two thralls. Larry was leaning on his shovel, looking away from her, while Daryl kept his own shovel leveled at her, spear-like. She put her hands up in front of her. Emma had dragged her to a self-defense class last year, and she had been to four of Drake’s judo advancement ceremonies. That meant she was more than qualified to kneel respectfully and remember to take her shoes off at the door. Exactly the kind of training to prepare her for moments like these.

“Okay,” she said forcing herself to sound commanding. “I’ll go with you two. But one of you is going to dig my friend’s iPod out of that coffin for me.”

Immediately Larry’s finger shot to his nose. He turned to look at Daryl.

“Really," Daryl stammered. "Really!?"

Regan shrugged. “Sooner you get it, the sooner we can go and the sooner I can meet this Earl of Detroit.”

Our story continues into Chapter 2.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Regan had hit rock bottom. Of that, there was little doubt, now.

Her best friend, Emma, was the one who would always quip, “It could be worse, we could be...” and then finish with some possibility that, indeed, would have been worse. As Regan lay on her back, pressing a hand up to the satin lined ceiling a two feet above her, she tried to think of something that Emma would consider worse than this. To her memory, Emma had never said, “It could be worse, we could be dead and buried.” That was, however, little comfort.

Plus, Regan did not think she was dead. She was, after all lying here thinking. Dead people, as a general rule, do not contemplate fates worse than death, she reasoned. Buried, on the other hand, seemed a likely theory. After what had to be an hour of screaming, kicking, pounding and thrashing, she was fairly certain she was not just sitting in a box somewhere. The soft lining suggested a casket, though it seemed larger than she would have expected. Maybe it was meant to hold a linebacker or something. There were no sounds save those she made, more than likely the result of piles of dirt atop it. She should have run out of air by now, a horrifying realization that had struck her shortly into her first rounds of screams. She was still not feeling short of breath some time later, so perhaps the casket had some kind of ventilation.

Things would be infinitely better if she could see. There was no light at all in the casket and Regan lost track of when her eyes were open or closed; it made no difference. She ran her hands along sides of it more carefully this time, feeling the soft satin under her fingertips. She found nothing. Frustrated she stomped her foot and felt it hit something laid at her feet. Instinctively she started to sit up to reach for it; the firm contact between her forehead and the casket lid reminded her that she was not in a position to do that. There was just enough room to get up speed and really inflict pain when she hit the satin lined wood. She lay back in the darkness massaging what had to be a mighty bruise and reconsidered.