Nightmare by sharrah bumphus (reading cloud ebooks TXT) 📖

a vampire slayer. Your mom wasn’t, it skipps a generation…..” he trailed off, eyeing me.
I could only laugh, everything turned off instantly, kind of like a light switch. I was more aware of myself. I backed up, towards the end of the truck.
“So your saying, I’m a vampire slayer?” I laughed harder now, I didn’t feel like attacking anymore, I actually felt….well, im not exactly sure how I felt.
“ your crazy old man.” I opened the back door.
“Quinn, wait!” he yelled, tossing something to me. It was a card,
“Go home, and ask your mother if she was adopted, and when you know the answer, call me! Everyone in this town needs you when the underground starts to explode, you can be in grave danger! We need to start training you soon.” I smiled once more, and ran the whole way back to my house. I didn’t want to run into anymore creeps. I can take them, I can take them all. I reassured my worries. When I got home, my mom was in the kitchen, and my dad was upstairs. I could hear him scrounging around.
“Hey quinn,” Mom ducked her head under the kitchen cabnet, to get some pans for dinner I presume.
“hey, mom?” I asked awkwardly,
“Yes….” suspiciously,
I looked around and made sure the coast was clear.
“So on my way home from school, I ran into some man” who just so happened to kidnapp me and tell me I was the worlds future vampire slayer. “And he was telling me something about a lady named…anna?” she froze, all the banging from under the counter stopped all at once.
“What-what about it? I I mean her, whoever she is?”
“He said that you were, um he said you were adopted. That nana joy adopted you, that anna was your real mother,” And that she’d just died and left me as the vampire slayer heir. She looked at me from under the counter. her strawberry blonde hair fit well with the face that, I presumed, looked like anna. My mother was slender, with pretty green eyes to play at odds with her Indian colored skin. I envied her. I had to much of my dad, awkwardly awkward looking, with jet black hair and light brown eyes. My mother and me had no resemblance. concentrate quinn. I demanded of myself before I could get totally depressed.
“Quinn, listen….” her voice got all choky, like it did when she felt guilty. Was it true? Was this true? I was I the grandaughter of a vampire slayer? Was I a vampire slayer? ohh gosh. I started to sweat, and a roll of nauseas came up my throat. I swallowed back.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded tight throated.
“The past is the past, get over it quinn, joy ohlin is your grandmother!” she hissed.
I stomped away, “joy ohlin didn’t leave it up to me to kill a whole bunch of vampires” I said under my breathe. wait! just back up for a second quinn, vampires aren’t even real! They belong to myth stories. Not in reality. But what if, what if they were real, what if I was in danger. What if it was up to me to stop them? The old man said it was in my blood to stop them. And that the slayer gene skipped every generation, so if I wasn’t slayer, then david would be? And if that’s the case, then I would have no other choice but too become slayer. If this was true, it wouldn’t be so bad. I already felt invincible, like nothing in the world could touch me. why not? better safe than sorry, right quinn?
“ugh, what the hell?” and I dialed the numbers that purged themselves on the back of a real estate card.
“Quinn, I knew you would figure out the truth.”
“Tell me your name old man?” I demanded.
“My name is Dillinger.”
“WHAT KIND OF NAME IS DILINGER” I laughed,
“Its from the sixth century, when the name was popular back then.” he replied, not even a tad bit hurt by my teasing.

“sixth century?! how old are you” I knew he was old, I just didn’t know he was that old.
“Enough! We must get to work at once, midnight, meet me in your school gym. Tennis shoes and work out clothes. Not a mnute late!” and the phone went dead. Would I go, should I go?! Better safe than sorry, I repeated. I stared to get my things together. Shoes, sweats and a tank top. I through a can of pepper spray, just in case.


Crush

I was on my way at 11:46. I couldn’t help but to think, was this legit? Everything about Vampires and Adoption? Or was I just the future victim of a Rapist, waiting to end up on the late night news show? I tried to see myself being a vampire slayer, a killer? And if I was a killer, did it really count as murder? Every horror story I ever read said that vampires were evil, they had no heartbeats, so therefore they weren’t alive, were they? I decided, it wasn’t murder to kill a murderer. I started walking faster, the ire headlights were creeping me out. It felt like they were following me, I didn’t feel invincible now, so I ran the last three blocks. The school doors were propped open, I hesitated though, walking back and forth and back and forth.
“Quinn, this is crazy, why are you here!?” I demanded of myself. To find yourself, obviously, I replied. I stood up straight after a moment, acid sitting in the pit of my stomache, I charged into the doors. I counted the classrooms, only three more doors from the gym, I couldn’t hear much now, it was quiet and pitch black, I started to sweat.
“Hello” dirty old man, are you there? I whisperd when I opend the gym doors.
“This way” the old man appread out of no where, I took out the can of pepper spray.
“I came, now tell me why I’m here!” I demanded. My nerves finally getting the best of me. My knees buckled.
“I can show you better than I can tell you!” He smiled a bit, why did that feel sexual? “Just like your grandma when she first came here” his voice cuddled around the memory.
“Explain,”
“Look quinn. This is your future, this is your destiny. You have the power of 5 elephants, you have the senses of shark. You have the power to miss nothing. Earlier in the van, you felt that power. I seen it ablaze in your eyes. I felt the power touch around my aura, you felt the speed that made it seem like you were floating. And if you step in this circle, I can take you farther than any other slayer has ever gone. Quinn, we need you!”
“How will you teach me?” I was clumsy and stiff, I wouldn’t be able to fight no matter how tough I might act.
“You already know how, its in your blood. All you have to do is step into this room this….and, and kill whats in there” he stepped aside and pointed to the gym doors. I squinted, hoping to see something small and inexpensive.
“Its your fist kill, his name was danny. He was changed two years ago. strong, fast and dangerous. He’s the perfect first kill.”
“Im not sure about this….” I was nervous, and I wasn’t feeling any of those powers he was talking about.
“Look, close your eyes, feel the danger. Smell the hate, the aversion you feel subconsciously towards him. You feel it yet?” The old man pushed. H told me many stories about vampires taking over countries killing babies, he said that this vampire could slaughter my whole family if I couldn’t kill him. Dillinger eurged me on.
I looked deeper into my body, my soul. I smelled as far as my nostrils would reach. My eyes closed. I heard whispered footsteps walk towards my target, I felt the wind of the scissors cutting the tape. My eyes opened. what I was looking at, I hated. I had no idea what is was.. I just knew I hated everything about it. I looked towards the hands, I could smell the sweet nothing. The beautiful face made my stomache turn. Why did I hate this creator so much? It took a step towards me. The air got thick and smokey, I looked around for reassurance from the old man, but he was gone. What ever that thing was closed in on me. It got colser and closer, making It hard for me to breathe, hard for me to see even. before I knew it I was flying through the air with speed. And then I woke up!


The morning after…
Please let it be Friday, please let it be Friday. Please oh please let it be Friday. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, 6:15 Thursday may 9, 2011. it read. Damn! My body ached, my eyes were swollen, my left hand had a funny shaped scar under it. I could barley walk to brush my teeth, let alone go to school for 6 hours. But if I hurried, I could get in the car with montey, an upside to my tragic, shock infested night.
When I had my clothes on, and my teeth brushed, I walked too monteys house,
“Montey!” I screeched. No answer. “Montey!”
“He already left dear, he said he had to go hang posters in the gym, he said you were going to help him!” Monteys mom poked her head through the window, looking down.
“I was,” I lied. “I just woke up a little late, Thankyou mrs. Mcmillion” I waved goodbye and started to walk. It wasn’t a long walk to school, my body just wasn’t in the mood for walking!
When I finally made it, only a few people were there. I went to go see what montey was doing. I was walking along the class rooms, not thinking, just walking. When I bumped into Boone, my world stopped at once. I’ve been in love with Boone Booker sicne we were in the 7th grade, he was the whole reason for me joining the cheer team, you know football player, cheerleader, prom king and queen romance? My world evolved around Boone, I watch his ever move. So please, tell me he’s not a vampire. Or at least make me not believe it!
His scent was more powerful, his ora told me he was not to be reckoned with. His defensive stance told me that if we were to fight, I wouldn’t be able to come out of this one.
“Watch it slayer! Just because you finally got your powers, doesn’t mean you can stalk up and down the hallway! Learn some mannors” he growled
“Whoa! Boone, I haven’t done a thing to you, I didn’t ask to become a ‘slayer’ ” I was taken aback, I didn’t know what to say.
“But you are! Just stay away from Marcella and me and we won’t have a problem, got it?!” Marcella? Was she a vampire to. Damn, how many monsters lived in today’s society unrecognized!
“You don’t have to be such a jerk!”
“Me and you are enemies, Quinn. Don’t you feel it, the hate. Bubbling inside your stomach?” he spoke of me hating him, but the only thing I could feel was heartbreak.
“I’m, I’m sorry Boone.” I breathed, and turned to leave, Before my tears could expose pain. If Boone booker wanted to be eniemes, then FINE! I would never speak think or even dream about ‘us’ anymore.
My day went by slow, extremely slow. Montey was nowhere to be found,