Sorry for the wait!!!
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The drive to London was long and boring, but at the end of it all it was worth it. You know what that means? You guessed it! Grandpa had baked some of his AMAZING homemade bread. Next to human blood, grandpa’s bread is the most amazing tasting thing in the entire world to me.
In other news, I read in the newspaper (yes, I read the news sometimes) that this eighteen year old girl, Brianna McIntyre, is like, totally crazy. She claims to have met someone she was scared of in the Mack’s Milk parking lot last night, but can’t recall who it was and what he/she told her. I think this might mean there’s more vampires in my town.
Anyway…
Something just feels weird, like there’s something about this Brianna girl and what someone told her that I should know. I feel like it’s about me, I just don’t know why. Grandma says it’s because I’m psychic. More like psych-o.
“Could you get me my coffee, dear?” Grandma asked. It was the day after I had arrived, and Grandma, Grandpa, and Great Aunt Harriet were eating breakfast while reading the newspaper. “Sure.” I brought Grandma her steaming hot cup of coffee.
“Don’t ask the devil to bring it, it’ll just cause bad luck.” Harriet rasped. I rolled my eyes.
“Harriet, will you stop that? Kieyra has done nothing to cause you harm.”
“Mariana Wilkins did. Mariana Wilkins told me that her sister’s friend Katerina did.” I paused for a moment.
“Isobel.” I whispered.
“Yes, I believe that was her sister’s name.” Harriet said, her ever-present frown beginning to fade.
“Katerina. Katherine. Isobel.” It all made sense now. “The doppelganger curse.” I came closer to Great Aunt Harriet.
“I’m not Katherine.” I whispered. “I know what Mariana told you about Isobel. It’s all a lie. Katherine cared about Isobel, she told me. Please believe me. I only wish the best for this family.”
“Kieyra…” I turned around to look at Grandma. She held a twenty dollar bill in her hands.
“Why don’t you walk to the White Oaks Mall? It’s only a few blocks away, you could probably walk there. Here, I’ll even pay for your lunch. Be back before ten thirty tonight though, okay?”
“Um, okay…Thanks Grandma.” I said, knowing it was all a plan to get me out of the house so Grandma could lecture Harriet about she “has to stop making up lies about our family”.
The walk to the mall wasn’t very far. Once I got there, I treated myself to a low-fat strawberry frozen yogurt and a pair of really pretty gold high-heeled shoes. That’s when I bumped into him.
“Alec, what the hell? Are you following me?”
“Um, no.” I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.
“Maybe a little. Mostly, though, I’m here to check out that Great Aunt of yours. I think she knows something about Isobel and the curse.”
“Why do you care so much about the curse?” he shrugged.
“Cause.”
“Cause why?”
“Well-”
“And here comes the vague ‘no reason Kieyra. It doesn’t matter. It’s none of your business’.” I mocked. He sighed heavily and sat down on the bench beside us.
“I’m sorry about that. I don’t mean to be so secretive, I swear. There’s just so much that you can’t know, so much you wouldn’t understand…”
“Try me.” I sat down next to him.
“Okay, I’m trying to find out more about Mariana Wilkins. Have you heard that name before?”
“Yes. Is she related to Anna and them?”
“Yes. She was the first Wilkins vampire. She was the one who turned Isobel’s husband and kids. It was Isobel’s original plan when they got captured. Mariana, David and the kids made it out but Isobel- well, Damien killed Isobel.”
“I know. Anna told me. Go on.”
“Well, I think Mariana knows something that we don’t. Something about the curse, and Katherine, and you.”
“Why does everything lead back to me and Katherine?” he laughed.
“What?”
“You have NO idea.”
“That’s not fair.”
“That’s life.” I smiled.
“I have a proposition.”
“Oh? And what would that be?”
“Let’s try to be friends, just for one day. Do you think you could do that?”
“Only if you promise to stop making snarky comments every time I say something.”
“Only if you promise to start answering my questions.”
“Fine then. I promise to answer your questions.”
“Then I promise to stop making snarky comments.”
“Then it’s settled. For the next few hours, we are officially friends.” He said. We got up.
“So as friends, what should we do first?”
“I don’t know. What do friends usually do at a mall?” Alec asked. I laughed, remembering that Alec hadn’t really been in modern civilization much.
“You don’t get out much, do you?”
“Nope.”
“Well, neither do I.” we laughed.
“What’s your excuse?”
“I don’t really…socialize much.” He laughed.
“A girl like you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. He shrugged.
“Ah ah ah. You promised, no vague non-answers.”
“Well…you know…you’re a girl…you have a face…you…have hair.”
“Yeah…I’m aware of that.” I laughed.
“Hey! Kieyra! Mom look it’s Kieyra!” I turned around. My cousin Alexa was standing there with her little brother Mike and my Aunt Margo.
“Um…excuse me for a second.” I ran over to my cousins.
“Hi Alexa. Mike, Aunt Margo.”
“Hey Kieyra! So, who’s your boyfriend?” Alexa teased.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I said defensively.
“Are you sure about that?” Aunt Margo asked.
“Yeah…why?”
“He’s totally staring at you.” I turned around. Alec was looking at me. Once he saw me looking, he looked away. I blushed.
“Well, I have to get some shopping done. I’ll leave you with your boyfriend.”
“He’s. Not. My. Boyfriend.” I growled.
“I’m just teasing. See you later, Kieyra.” Aunt Margo smiled at me and left.
“What was that all about?” Alec was standing right behind me.
“…You heard everything she said, didn’t you.”
“Yep.” He laughed.
“It’s not funny.”
“You’re right. It’s HILLARIOUS.”
“Oh, you shut up.” I elbowed him really hard in the side.
“Um, OW!” I smirked. We started walking around the mall.
“So, why did you quit working for Damien?” I asked. He shrugged. I shook my head.
“Nope, you promised. Real answers.”
“Fine then. I did it for you.” I looked at him strangely.
“What?”
“You told me to pick a side. I picked yours.” He shrugged.
“Well, thanks, I guess.”
After a few hours, I went back to Grandma’s house. I was informed that Great Aunt Harriet was now in a senior citizen’s community/ village thing. That was kind of a relief.
Also, I was reminded that my thirteenth birthday was in a few weeks, and that we were having a “Pierce Family Reunion.” I clearly stated that I was a Gordon, not a Pierce, and that I didn’t exactly fit in with most of my relatives on my mom’s side of the family, but Grandma reassured me that “everyone is welcome in this family” and “just because your last name is Gordon doesn’t mean that you don’t have Pierce blood in you” and a whole bunch of “God loves everyone the same” religious crap. After that, I was kind of reluctant to argue anymore.
SPONGEBOBU!!!!!!
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