Chapter Four PART ONE-Can't Keep Secrets Forever

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A broken leg, a cracked wrist, and a slightly sprained ankle. At least, that’s what Damon Jensen said after he examined Sylvie. I couldn’t help but smile about this, thinking the world might finally be at peace.

Then I remembered Damien.

Damien was coming for me. He would most likely kill anyone who got in the way, and then he’d kill me. Then Nathen, Anna, Katie, Sarah, my mom and Dave. Then he’d go for my friends. Tegan, Sara, Emily, Roxy, maybe Sylvie if I was lucky. Then he’d go for my other family, Alexa, Mike, Aunt Margo, Melika, Mary, Kayli, Jay and Uncle Angus. Then my Aunt Lynn.

My Aunt Lynn and I had been close since I was a little kid and loved swimming in her pool and playing with her dogs. Once I was about 11, my Aunt and I had figured out that we were kind of alike; we both liked art, beading, and being, well, creative. We were like good friends (unlike my mom who clearly states “I’m not here to be your friend”). We always kept in touch, first through email, then through texting, and sometimes the occasional phone call. She knew almost everything about me.

Almost.

Everything except that I was a vampire, everything but the fact that I was born to be sacrificed.

Everything except that I was a doppelganger.

Which reminded me that I had to find out more about this Katerina character. Who was she? Where was she? If she died, would I die? Could I feel her pain? How much exactly did she look like me? I went over to Tegan (who was silently reading a book about Greek Mythology) and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. She jumped. “Geez, it’s like you appear out of nowhere.” oops. I had to remember that humans made more noise walking-well, at least more noise than the silent stride of a predator. “I have a mission for you.” I said. “What?” she asked, confused. “Do you have a G.P.S. app on your iPod?” I asked. “Yeah...why?” “I’m looking for an underground tomb in Fallowfield.” I said. “I need you to go talk to Travis Nixon about finding it. I’ve heard he’s somewhat of a nerd...he can probably figure out how to find places like that.” Tegan nodded and ran over to Travis, who then started lecturing Tegan on how rude it was to interrupt someone when they were in the middle of making a time fluxuator. Whatever that meant.


It was around 11 pm and it was finally getting to the point where everyone was actually worrying about what would happen to them and when they would get to go home again, or in Roxy’s case, when she would get back to her precious flat iron. Paul Mills, a rather scrawny boy in my class, came over to me. “We’re all worried. We need a leader. No one will listen to me, so come help me.” I followed Paul to a crowd of people that seemed to be growing more every second. “Um, excuse me!” I shouted, but no one heard. “Hello???” No response. “EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!!!!!!!”Paul yelled. It was suddenly silent. “Okay, well, I guess I’m being expected to give some amazing inspirational speech right now, but it’s never going to happen. We still have our camping stuff, though, right? We’ll go get our stuff, put up a tent, and worry about our lives in the morning.” everyone somewhat agreed and ran to the bus to get their stuff.

The next day, I was minding my own business (actually, stalking a squirrel deciding whether or not it’s a good idea to drink squirrel blood) when Tegan and Travis appeared behind me. “We have a location.” Tegan said. Just as Travis was about to explain, we heard a scream from one of the guys. Acting on instinct, I ran to see what was going on. Ryan was running to the campsite when I found him. “What happened?” I asked. “Sean Tanner found this HUGE hole in the ground! We’re gonna find glowing stuff to throw down there to see how far down it goes!!!” I just looked at Ryan, perplexed by the fact that a) guys always liked to do stupid things and b) they might have found the hole. Like, THE HOLE. The one with Damien.

I raced through the forest until I found the hole, and Sean, Chris, Matt, and Sam Dalton standing about a foot away from it. “Whoa, when did you get here?” Sam asked. “A few minutes ago...” I lied. “Hey, guys, I found some glow sticks!” Ryan said, running towards us and the hole. “That’s not a very good idea.” I said. “Why?” Ryan asked. “Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because, how would you like it if someone threw glow sticks in your house? I bet there’s a dozen chipmunks and rabbits down there that will be disturbed by your acts of unkindness. It’s morally repugnant.” I said. The boys looked at each other, as if to ask if anyone knew what ‘morally repugnant’ meant. “It’s bad. A big no-no.” I said, as if I were speaking to a bunch of kindergartners. “Oh, that morally repugnant.” I rolled my eyes.