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Rating: So far PG-13 I think
It was close to eleven o'clock when a nurse in her mid-forties came in with a food tray. Her black hair was in a bees� hive with enough hairspray to keep the hairspray companies in business for years, which went all the way down her back. Her eyes were dark brown and she had a tan that I would die for. Her name tag read Elaine Nips and she was head of the nurses. She was wearing the usual white tennis shoes, dark purple nurse pants with a white nurse shirt that had cats on it. Nurse Nips sat my food down onto the lap tray, took off the lid and pulled it over to me. By this time my stomach was growling and my mouth a watering. She didn't say much, just nodded her head in recognition, checked all the machines, then left me to my dinner. The staff in the kitchen had fixed me some salad, lasagna, bread, a root beer and some vanilla ice cream. I stuffed a fork full of salad into my mouth as I was turning on the TV. Flipping through channels, I came to a stop and nearly choked on my salad. There was a news live story about the mysterious owner of Insatiable Desires, the new dance club on the strip. When it first opened a week ago, he was no where to be seen. The head manager Jackson Aldon had said that the owner was in Romania and will be joining us in a week or so. Well guess what, he�s here and it�s someone I�ve already had an encounter with. Except for the hair color and not wearing the black robes I saw him in last night, the man staring back at me from the TV, while talking to a news reporter about his club, was an exact replica of the man who attacked me last night. He was the same height with black hair instead of the snow-white colored. He was wearing a three piece Armani suit. All three pieces were black, while the tie was white. Even his shoes were black and spiffed to that nice shiny look. His mouth was the same shade of light pink and turned up the same way as my nightly foe. The color of his skin was the only other feature that separated him from the murderer. His face was long and oval, with barely any check bones. His eyes were the same freaky color and design. The man�s name was Manuel La Terigosta and he was the owner of several franchises around the world. The reporter was a woman by the name of Samantha Higgins and she was hanging on his every word. I snorted and threw a piece of salad at the TV while screaming, "Your not suppose to look them in the eyes, you crazy fool."
"Who are you talking to Cecilia?" came my mother�s voice from the door.
I nearly jumped off the bed, while the fork went flying. She came in with a concern look on her face and I glanced back at the TV. The news had changed to another topic and I just glared at it.
My mom came over and sat on the edge of the bed, while patiently waiting for me to answer her question. She was fifty-five years old with a head full of gray hair. It was up in a bun on the top of her head. My mom was wearing her oval shaped glasses, while dressed in a long burgundy dress. She was wearing black sandals, no makeup and only one set of earrings that matched the color of her dress. The only thing else that she wore, was the pentacle necklace around her neck.
I ate another bite of salad trying to stall as much as possible. I was going over in my head what to say to her and weather she�ll believe me if I told her the truth or not. There was only one way to find out and that was tell her the truth, starting with last night working my way up to why I was yelling at the TV.
"Mom have you ever had one of those days where you saw something you wasn�t for sure was real, but you know deep down in your gut it just might be real," I asked.
She raised an eyebrow and answered, "Go on."
I took a drink of my soda, then continued, "Last night was one of those days for me. What attacked me was something out of the story books. There was this huge dragon, then dead bodies, then a man who knew magic but it also turns out he�s possibly a vampire as well."
I never saw fear on my mom�s face like I saw it then. She turned around said something under her breath and got up to pace the floor. Something right then and there told me, she was going to say something to me that I wouldn�t like or didn�t want to listen to, but she was going to say it anyway.
Mom paced the floor for almost five minutes before she turned to me and said, "I knew this day would come, but didn�t know when."
I just sat there and stared at my mother, wondering what was wrong with this family. Over the years many hidden closets have been opened and deep dark family secrets have been let out. Sometimes they�ve come back to bite you in the ass and I believe that this is going to be one of those butt biters.