After school Samantha and I went to her house. Of course I told my aunt I was going there, but like I mentioned before, she doesn't care where myself, or my brother goes. She was too busy with work. Samantha's mother is the chief police of this town, her father doesn't live with her though. She didn't tell me why. It was probably too personal for her to spout out to a stranger. The house of hers was huge too. Marble white-coated bricks, two double grand brown big doors, two sports cars parked out the front that herself, and her mother owned, and also a typical police car. My house looked small compared to hers. She even had a water fountain with an upright statue striking a pose in the center of the greenery. It looked more like a mansion that some one in the business would own. The smell was clean and fresh, almost brand new. The chief opened up the doors for Samantha and myself to walk in, making me feel utterly lost and confused. After a few seconds of walking in, their pet poodle barked up at me, trailing off with an intimidating growl. It didn't really bother me. I scoped around the first hallway, it was spacious, even the stairs. The banister was painted gold and white, matching the walls. The flooring was cold, but it was black and white tiles. The statues were formed like angels and harps in numerous places, black shaded, and white shaded as well. The paintings labeled
'Elizabeth swan, and Rosen Sharp 1854'.
Old painting I thought, feeling strange. I shivered at the thought and wrapped my arms around myself. Samantha sighed in relief, as if she was good to be home I suppose. Technically, I wasn't at home, but I almost feel glad that I'm out of school. It was meant to be a new fresh start for me.
But why do I feel like some one's out to get me? I gulped slowly, feeling the chief's eyes follow me dauntingly as if I had done something wrong.
"She shouldn't be here, Sam," The chief stated, in a matter of fact way. I blinked in alarm, wondering why she would say such a thing. Samantha's facial expression turned into something guilty.
"B-but mother, R-rick found her," She stammered, I noticed her hands were slightly shaking as if she was nervous. As if she wasn't allowed to mention anything. Almost as if she knew this day was coming. The chief sighed, and her straight expression formed into a small frown, as if she didn't believe any word of what Samantha was saying. My eyebrows were raised, and my eyes were narrowed in confusion.
"What? Who?" I asked, sounding surprised. Everything almost sounded too unbelievable. The chief rolled her eyes in frustration, letting out a disappointing sigh. Samantha looked upset, with tears shimmering against her bright blue jewel-colored eyes. I couldn't believe it really. The tension in the air was indescribable. I couldn't really focus on anything.
"He's been stalking, and, well, he killed some one... and wrote on the school walls... and..." She trailed off, sounding scared stiff. Samantha placed her palm on a white shaded angel statue softly, and she bit her nip nervously. The chief glanced over to her in surprise, wondering whether to believe this story. Her brown eyes were concentrating on her expression, her blonde pixie cut hair looked different some how. Although I've never really met her before.
"I've had enough, please, let me have my lunch." The chief remarked, whilst throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. After she left to the kitchen, the double front doors knocked from the outside three times. Samantha's body figure froze in place, her eyes flickered from upset, to alarm and shock. It was as if she was expecting some one. I went to open the door, because it looked like she was way too uncomfortable to even look at it. Two males, and they looked highly similar. It was almost like they were related. They both formed a friendly smile, but in away, it felt more threatening and mysterious. One of them, who was on the left, had Reddish-brown hair, pale white like his brother. He wore casual a, simple outfit with grey t-shirt, jeans and trainers. His figure was broad and muscular. He was almost irresistible. The other one, Black chopped up messy hair, pale white like freshly fallen snow. His eyes were golden-brown. Figure was broad, and muscular. his outfit was, mostly every thing black, making him look more frightening and mysterious. Samantha twirled around slowly, and sighed in relief.
"Hello Laney, We're the Sharp brothers," The one with the reddish-brown hair greeted, and then pulled out his muscular hand. "I'm Rosen, this is my brother-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm Shane, let's cut to the chase?" Shane rolled his eyes, muttering the words as if he was bored. They both had dark, mysterious voices, Rosen's voice sounded more angelic, smooth and deep, on the other hand, Shane's was dark and mysterious. I found his voice more intriguing.
"Okay, I was trying to explain to her what was going on," Samantha stated, folding her arms like a child not getting what she wanted. Rosen and Shane chuckled, a good one at that too. It was almost as if they were thinking she was too childish and irritating.
"Did you hear that brother?" Shane asked, with his laughter trailing off more quieter. "She thinks she can explain, how Laney is a doppelganger, and vampires, angels, dark angels, and witches are after her," Shane finished, pausing immediately as he realized he explained the whole summary briefly. Samantha sighed in disbelief, rolling her eyes.
"You see, if you would have let me do the talking, she wouldn't be confused." She struck a pose, sounding like a know it all. Shane scoffed as if he didn't agree with Samantha, and crossed his arms around his chest. His muscles looked tense, and his sleeves were rolled up to the ends of his elbows. His face looked more smug then normal.
"What were you going to do? 'Offer her tea, talk about boys,' then go on to the crap?" He impersonated Samantha as if he knew her too well. I glanced over towards Samantha, who looked as if she was beaten at her own game. She was the mean girl. I had honestly no clue of what had been going on. It was like, trying to make a rocket, it was that confusing.
"H-hold on," I protested, stammering as I lifted my hand in the air to a halt. Everyone's eyes locked onto mine, grinning wildly. Embarrassment consumed my body system, making me feel weak all over. I just hoped it wasn't too obvious. "What's going on here?" I asked, raising my eyebrows confusingly. Shane sighed in boredom. I felt like I was going to do that too, but that would have been too rude of me.
"Supernatural creatures are out to get your blood, and, we're your protectors. Well, Rosen wants to be your guardian angel, and all..." He trailed off, grinning at his brother. I didn't get that. Shane was probably just hinting something stupid then. Rosen sighed and placed a muscular hand on his chest, gesturing to stop.
"Why won't you invite us in so we can talk?" He suggested, gazing over towards Samantha who looked surprised. I gulped slowly, and Samantha's head slowly nodded in agreement.
And the two Sharp brothers made their way in intimidatingly.
But I knew, they wouldn't be a threat.
Who would invite an enemy in a house?
I'm trusting Samantha on this one.
We all barely know each other.
I was the newbie. And I was a meal.