Welcome To The Nightmare by S.K Nuanes (rainbow fish read aloud txt) 📖

weren’t many houses on the street, few farmhouses, a few churches.
“Alright that white house.” Nina said, pointing.
It looked like a barn, it was two floors, it was white, the roof tiling was a dark grey, and it had a balcony on the right side of the top floor.
Some trees around, it a gazebo out back, the windows had curtains over them from the inside, and it seemed like a welcoming home.
I stopped the motorcycle, and took it to the side of the road; Nina got off and took the helmet off.
She fixed her hair after taking it off, she handed it to me.
“Thanks for the ride.” Nina said, with a laugh.
I nodded then said, “Welcome, just don’t tell anyone about anything. I have told you about. No need to have a demon trail."
“I know.” Nina said, nodding once, and making her way to the house.
Then I looked around then back at Nina then said, “You need to be careful. Do you have any weapons in your house?”
Nina then said, “Well, we do have a gun.”
“If you sense a dark force in your house, grab the gun and hide.
Call me and I will be there soon as I can.” I said, looking at her.
She had few features that Katherine had, although I had to remember what happened.
The guilt, the memories, the self-loathing was forever burnt onto my skull. There were something’s we could easily forget, and then some memories are forever apart of ourselves.
As I sped down the road, I pulled off to the side of the road.
My phone started ringing, I took it out of my jacket pocket, and looked at who was calling. It said ‘Unknown Caller’. I answered it then said, “Who is this?”
“You know who it is.” The caller said, with a laugh.
I narrowed my eyes then said, “Tell me. Or I will track you down and kill you.”
“Do you want to find Annabeth?” The caller asked.“Yes.” I exhaled.
“Then meet me near the old fisher market. It’s near that lake out of town. You will know it when you see it.” The caller said, and then hung up before I could say anything.
I drove off to the old fisher market.
It took about ten minutes; I went off road, through the woods to make up for lost time.
It looked like a warehouse; I parked my motorcycle against a tree, and walked over to the old fishing market.
The door was opened; I walked inside and looked around.
There stood Draven he chuckled at me then said, “You are so gullible. Thinking I knew where your little precious Annabeth was. Probably dead.” Draven said, laughing.
I bared my canines and lunged at him, knocking him to his feet.
My hands wrapped around his throat, like a snake, I dug my fingers into his throat, causing some blood to flow out.
“Give me one damn reason I shouldn’t kill you right now!” I growled.
“Cause I am stronger then you!” Draven said, gaining an evil smile, he kicked me off of him sending me flying into a wall.
I managed to push myself up, Draven rushed towards me; I jumped over him then let my hand turned into its claw form. The claw tips were sharp and looked like they could cut through almost anything.
I stabbed Draven in the back; I gripped onto his heart, I snarled low, then ripped the heart out.
He screamed and then dropped to ash and dust, my hand was covered in his blood; I walked out of the building. My hand turned into its human hand form. I looked at the lake and cleaned it.
If I had to take a guess on who had Annabeth, it would be Atpsax.
He is going to be dead, and will make sure he stays dead.

Back at the house, Robert was lying on a sofa, he had a chip bag on the coffee table, and he had his feet up on the armrest.
The TV was on and he was watching the History Channel.
“Why the hell are you watching that?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.
He turned and looked at me then said, “Nothing else is on.”
“You have no life do you.” I said, sitting in the dark red leather chair.
Robert sat up and turned off the TV then looked at me then said, “Let me guess you recently killed someone.”
“Draven, Arthena vampire boyfriend.” I said, crossing my legs and leaned back in the chair.
“And?” Robert asked.
I sighed then started to explain the story to him, “Draven got a hold of my number, called me. Saying he knew where Annabeth was, he lied and I killed him.”
“Oh, so you don’t know where she is?” Robert said, sighing disappointed.
I exhaled then said, “No, I am working on it.”
She had to be alive, if Atpsax was behind this. She would just be bait to lure me into their trap.
“I may know who is behind this.” I said, grabbing a bottle of Vodka and sipped it out of the bottle.
“Who?” Robert asked, standing up.
I shrugged then took another sip, “A demon, I will handle it.”


“How?” Robert asked, sitting back down.
“Worry about what you will wear on your date with Amanda. I am the one they want.” I said, with a laugh.
My phone buzzed again, I really should block my number to unknown callers.
I looked at it was a text, “Want Annabeth? Come alone into the woods east of town. If you don’t come, she is dead. This is no joke."
My heart stopped beating for few seconds, as if I even had a real heart anymore.
I stared at the text, this had to be a joke right?
“What’s wrong?” Robert asked, staring at me.
I looked at him then said, “Nothing, um I need some air.”
He looked at me raising an eyebrow then said, “Brent, wait.”
I turned around then said, “Robert, drop it ok?”
My canines wanted to come out, and rip his heart out. Even though he wasn’t human, demons still hated vampires.
It was apart of the personality; I exhaled trying to calm myself down.
“Alright?” Robert asked, confused.
I rushed out of the house, and hurried to the woods, east of town. This better not be another trap.
I was picking up Annabeth’s scent, and Atpsax scent. Which only made me run faster. She was my friend, couldn’t let her die or any harm come to her.
What I saw made me stop in my tracks, my heart felt like it was on fire.
Not the good passionate fire, the fire you receive when you are in deep pain.
Annabeth laid on the forest floor dead, her skin was a light blue, as if she was human and couldn’t breathe. She was slowly dying; there was no way she could live.
I rushed to her and kneeled down, picking her up in my arms. A cut ran across her throat, both wrists were slit.
Her face was lifeless, her eyes were closed, and she had on a black blouse on, and jeans on.
“Annabeth, please don’t play around like this!” I screamed, trying to shake her awake.
“Aw, so emotional aren’t we?” Atpsax asked, hanging upside down from a tree.
I gently placed her down, and stood over her, my teeth turned to all canines, my eyes shifted to their demonic form.
“You son of a bitch!” I snarled low.
Atpsax smiled then jumped down and then said, “I didn’t do anything.”
“Then why the hell is she dead!” I snarled.
Atpsax said with a laugh, “Oh lad, she committed suicide, look at her, slit throat, slit wrists. Seems so simple, but it will do the job.”
“She would of healed if she did that!” I snapped low.
Atpsax jumped onto a tree branch then said, “She didn’t have any blood for all the time she was missing. Reducing her immune and healing ability.
She refused to do anything, and today she asked if she could end it herself.”
I stared at her, this can’t be happening!
I turned my back to Atpsax and picked up Annabeth in my arms, why would she kill herself?
“Oh my master calls, see you in Hell lad.” Atpsax said, with a laugh then disappearing in a cloud of smoke.
Robert is going to kill me…

At the house I placed her down on the guest bed and kneeled on the floor, I ran my hands through my hair and kept my face in my hands.
This was my fault; I destroy every life I walk into. I was a monster; death follows me, and takes loved ones away from me.
I hadn’t told Robert, how could I tell him, that his own flesh and blood was gone forever. He was alone; their parents left him for dead. I had kind of taken him in. We were a family, and now the family was no longer complete.
Robert walked into the room, he was silent in the doorway, and he knew his sister was dead.
I couldn’t find the words to say to him, I didn’t kill her, but it could appear that way.
“Is she…” Robert said, his voice shaking.
I nodded once, but didn’t say anything.
Robert walked over and stood by me, “How did she die?”
I exhaled and tried to find the words to tell him. She killed herself.
I don’t even know why she would do that.
“Tell me Brent.” Robert growled low.
I stayed silent, I didn’t know what to say, and suicide was a tough subject for anyone to talk about. Robert grabbed me by the shirt and threw me against a wall; he wrapped his hand around my neck. He lifted me off the ground, “If you killed her, I will kill you!”
I narrowed my eyes at him and said low, “Why would I kill her!”
Robert exhaled and put me down, and took his hand off of my throat.
“She was my friend, I found her dead in the woods. Atpsax said she killed herself.” I exhaled, looking at her body.
She still had her remains, other vampires who don’t have a master they turn to dust or ash. Vampires who have a demon master, the vampire can keep its remains, as long the master wishes. She deserves to have her body, even though her soul has probably left it, it is still special to her.
“Why would she do that?” Robert asked, sitting on the bed looking at his sister.
I sighed and shrugged, “I don’t know, I wish I knew…”
Robert walked out of the room, I looked at Annabeth body she was gone forever…


Three days passed Robert finally decided to have a funeral for her.
We kept it small, everyone was dressed in black, and it was overcast. Its always raining or cloudy on someone funeral. I sighed looking at her coffin. Why does everyone I love have to be sucked into the claws of death?
First my family then my love and now Annabeth.
I didn’t deserve life I should be dead.
Robert was trying not to cry, he never knew the pain of loosing a family member he actually cared about.
I told him he didn’t know the pain of loosing family, now he does. It’s a horrible feeling. It’s like loosing a piece of yourself.
After the service ended, everyone was talking to Robert, trying to comfort him. I looked and noticed a man watching us. He was there the full time, I growled low and walked over to him, he had on sunglasses, a hat on a black jacket.
“Who are you?” I asked, low.
“I know why she killed herself.” The man said, low.
“Who are