Lost in the Shadows...

Camille Horan, not knowing what her life is about, is faced with a tough challenge. She realizes her true background, but is crushed to find out the what her family really is. There's nowhere to go...before the vampires get her.
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9. Chapter 7

We took the trolley down to, what I call, the rich neighborhood. The rich neighborhood is a neighborhood filled with multi-millionaires in their huge houses and fancy lawns. Personally, this place scared me more than being a vampire!

"So, you live in luxury!" Aaron said, as we scanned by house upon house.

"Well, I guess so...my daddy used to be in a band, and after they broke up, he went solo..." Arabella said.

"I know!" Aaron and I both said. Our dads were in that same band.

To tell the truth, my old house was as nice as these houses, which is why I still don't get why we moved to a dump. Not sure about Aaron, though, I mean his dad is a little crazy. All this thought about dads, made me think of my dad again, and I guess that sedative Aaron gave made my memories a little fuzzy, because I should have thought of dad earlier.

"Dad!" I yelled.

"He's not here!" Aaron said.

"I know! We need to go get him!" I said, trying to jump off the trolley.

"No!" Aaron said, grabbing my hand. "We'll get him later! We can trust Harry, cause I know him," he added in, "And he'll help us!"

I couldn't calm down. I needed Dad. They were probably torturing him now! I tried to shove Aaron off, but he was much stronger than me.

Aaron held on, strong as ever, and we stopped at this giant mansion, at the end of the lot.

"Is this your stop?" the conductor asked, turning around to us with his moldy, old uniform.

"Yes!" Arabella exclaimed. "Guys, stop horsing around so I can show you my house!" she said, facing us.

I finally shoved Aaron off, and jumped from the small cart.

"It must be nice to be this rich!" the strange man said, and Arabella, with the help of Aaron, got off.

Once the trolley left, we all walked to the front door, which seemed like a mile away!

Arabella gently knocked on the doorknocker, and we waited silently. I still had dad on my mind, but I couldn't do anything right now.

A very old man in a butler's uniform opened the door.

"Arabella! You're back, and you brought guests! Come!" the butler said. "Oh, dear, you're hungry! I'll get you something!" he added, noticing her eyes.

I had forgotten Arabella was a werewolf and stiffened up in alarm.

I followed Aaron and Arabella inside to this huge, entrance hall.

 My mouth dropped, and the butler took us into this huge kitchen.

He rummaged in the pantry and finally brought out something for Arabella.

The object reeked, and Aaron and I held our noses.

Once I saw what it was, I almost puked.

It was raw squirrel! Arabella grabbed it, and shooed us out.

I didn't ask questions as the butler shut the kitchen door, and took us upstairs. I understood, after a minute of shock, that Arabella was a some kind of werewolf thing, that she probably always ate stuff like that. I still had a face disgust and Aaron whispered to me, "You think that's bad, you should see what I have for dinner!"

I immediately knew what he meant. Humans. And I probably will have to drink innocent people's blood one day, even though I technically already have, but I'll remember next time. And that's when I got sick.

"Um, excuse me, where's the bathroom?" I asked the man nauseously.

"Right down the hall..." he said, worried.

I ran down to the hall, and slammed the bathroom door, once I got in there.

I ran to the loo, or toilet, and puked up everything but my memories. There was barely anything there, because I hadn't eaten anything in 2 days. Then I remembered the incident and quickly looked down. Blood. This made me want to puke again, but I couldn't.

My stomach a little shaky, I walked over to the sink, and rinsed my face. After flushing, I opened the door to see the butler.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes, sir.." I said, a little frightened.

"I'm sorry if I startled you ma'am, and you can call me Ben..." Ben said.

"My name's Camille..." I said, and we shook hands. I noticed Aaron wasn't with him.

"Camille, your friend is in Mr. Styles room, so please follow me.." Ben said, and I followed him down a long hallway. We got to two French doors, and Ben pushed them open to a huge office.

Aaron was standing there, waiting for me. I walked over to him. "Sorry about earlier! I guess you weren't ready to hear that!" he said, apologizing.

"It's ok...it's true!" I said.

I looked over to the desk in the middle, and saw a sweet, familiar face. My uncle.

"Hey, Cammy! Nice to see you!" Harry said, getting up.

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