Still weird
RENEE'S POV
"Okay." I tossed him his cellular phone. "Please keep me posted." He leaned over the bed and planted a kiss against my forehead before he left the room.
Sure that he was gone, I reached under my bed and pulled my laptop from its case. I opened it. Clicking the internet icon, I pulled the google homepage. Typing almost viscously, I entered the word 'vampires' into the search engine. Lately, I have wanted to know more and more. I needed to know more.
"A mythical being who subsist by feeding on the blood of living creatures." I read in a whisper. I knew of this. Everyone did.
My eyes scanned the very articles and pages I was directed to, each page portraying vampires as something different from the last. Vampires feed on blood. Vampires feed on others essences. Vampires are susceptible to the very sun or other forms of extreme lighting. Others.....sparkle? Thanks alot twilight.
What exactly was I up against? What am I to look for? Is light their friend or foe? Where are they? The most important question is...how do I kill it?
How to kill a vampire? Hitting the enter key, I watched a list of links pop up.
"The crucifix usually isn't powerful enough to kill a vampire, but it can drain them of strength, burn their flesh, and keep them at a safe distance. Staking is the most common method of vampire hunting. The stake must be thrust into the vampire's heart in order to kill it." I read aloud to myself.
Leaning against the bed head board, I could only reminisce about my encounter with a vampire. How I had nothing on me to save myself. How he would have taken me away if it was not for Bane.
I need better defense.....
"I thought I told you to trash it?" Jess followed behind as I walked to my car. "You did." She fiddled with the plastic. "But....I want to go."
"I'm not going to that damn gym." I roared up the engine as Jess slammed the passenger door closed.
"Did you ever dream up kicking Bane's ass? I mean come on; you have a small amount of combat training from working with Maya." She tightened her seat belt as I pulled out of the driveway. "He won't see the ass whooping coming."
"I don't want to touch him." I reminded her.
"Well let me."
"Renee? Do you honestly believe Bane and Brent will allow us to even come in contact with him?" "Hey." Renee held her hands up in defense. "He didn't kiss me."
Staring out of the front windshield, I began to frown in distaste for her comment.
"Look. We don't have to tell them that it's Bane's gym. Besides, it doesn't even have his name." I pulled up to a crossroad, bringing the car to a halt.
"Hmmm let me see." She handed the card to me.
Taking the small card into my hand, I looked over it before I ripped it to shreds and tossed it out of my open window.
"Hey?"
"Shut it." I pulled off. "Umm why are we here?"
I looked at my phone's map before looking back up at the shop. Sure that this was my destination, I cut the engine. I stepped out. Rener exited the car and walked around to my side, awaiting an answer to another one of her questions.
"I need something." I looked up at the old small shop. It looked damaged, abandoned almost. The paint was beginning to chip as the front door sign began to loosen from the hinge. The shop had aged. A structure that had seen many passing days.
"Come on."
"Hell no. What kind of voodoo stuff is this?" Renee's facial expression screamed distaste as she peeked into the dusted window, acknowledging the uncanny statues behind the glass.
"Stop being a punk." I teased.
Opening the door, I listened to the doorbell ring upon my entrance. The old shop looked more distasteful in the interior then the exterior. Store shelves held blankets of dust. The old wooden floor boards creaked under our feet. I glanced over my shoulder to Renee, who's faced seemed nervous like but also interested. I approached the counter, hoping that I was able to retrieve what I had come for.
"Hi?" A woman standing behind the counter turned to face me. Her black hair seemed so full and thick, even despite her aging face and frame.
"Hello?" She said as she looked into my eyes, allowing me to see her weird yet intriguing eyes. Her left eye was a beautiful shade of blue, like glass that held back the sun kissed ocean. Her right was like an emerald green that sparkled under the light.
They always managed to get some odd person to work in these shops. It's normally always some teen with a numerous amount of piercings or some guy who worshipped the devil himself.
"Uuhh." I found myself stuttering as I focused in on her eyes. "Uh yes, um- I'm looking for something....for a project for my art class."
"Sure." She smile had grown. "Well I need... Props. You know, to present." I lied. "A stake. A crucifix."
"A what?" Renee questioned me. I looked at her warning like. "For my project." I hissed to keep her quiet.
The store employee looked at me then smiled.."Ah yes. No problem." She turned. She reached into few old drawers, shuffling around until she pulled out a few things. She turned back to me. She placed a few items onto the counter. "Is this what you desire?"
Taking a good look at the items, I gave her the approval that the items were correct. She slipped the items into a box and slid it across the counter to me. Reaching into my purse, I pulled my wallet to cover my cost. Her hands waved. She stopped me.
"No. Do not pay." She denied my money. "Just take this."."Are you sure?" "Yes Renee." She took my hand into hers before she closed her eyes.
"How does she know your name?" Renee questioned just as I did.
Her soft yet wrinkled hand held onto my own. Her hand was warm but suddenly went cold and stiff. Her eyes finally fluttered open, showing me her dissimilar orbs.
She slowly released my hand. She slid the box to me. Her emotions still and calm. I took the box. My mind was still wrapped around her knowing my name. My eyes still trained on hers, I turned for the door.
"Renee." She said my name once more. I cringed knowing that I never got the chance to even confirm who I was. "Kill those terrorizing vampires. And make sure you dig a stake in one of their hearts. For me."
I was stunned. She knew more then what we believed she did. Who was she? What is she? I nodded my head. Whoever or whatever she was, I knew for a fact that she had the right idea.
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