Chosen (Page 4)

As he arrived at the row of townhouses in the outskirts of town, he saw throngs of his peers going up the steep stoop and into the front door. He waited out front, with his car engine and his headlights off, sitting in the dark, watching, waiting for Marc to appear. After fifteen minutes, he figured he’d better go inside and find him. Maybe he’d gotten their earlier and was already inside.

Rob entered the party and swarms of people surrounded him, cheering him on and congratulating him on his game. One after the next came up to him offering him a shot of vodka, tequila or a can of beer. Rob took a few shots, cheered himself on with his friends and then, once the excitement died down and he’d greeted everyone, he went looking for Marc. He prowled around the townhouse as if he were a burglar. He knew he shouldn’t have gone upstairs, but had to find Marc. He couldn’t leave the party without speaking to him.

Suddenly, Rob got a whiff of something familiar to him. He remembered passing Marc in the hallway recently, he remembered his scent and now, he smelled it again. The scent of his blood made Rob even hungrier as he prowled around looking for him. Then, he went to the open window that faced the back of the house, and spotted him outside, with a group of friends.

Rob quickly turned around and headed downstairs and out the back door of the townhouse. He entered the small yard that was lined with a metal fence and other houses looking down onto their yard. This wasn’t the typical Westchester house, but he didn’t think much of it at this moment. He was on a mission.

“Marc, what’s up bro?” Rob said, walking over to him.

“Yo, who’s that?” Marc said, looking suspicious and putting something quickly into his pocket.

“It’s me, Rob, you know, your sister’s friend,” he replied.

“Oh right, what up kid,” Marc said, in a tough voice.

Rob was surprised to see him in baggy jeans, a hoodie and hanging out with the druggies of AHS. He didn’t realize what a terrible path Marc had been led down, and couldn’t understand why. He remembered Marc being a nice, innocent freshman last year, and now, it was as if he were a completely different person. Rob even spotted a tattoo coming up out of his sweatshirt and wrapping around the front of his neck.

“You have a minute?” Rob asked.

“Not really, not for you,” Marc said, in an obnoxious tone, obviously showing off to his new group of friends.

“Yeah Jock, we don’t want you here, why’d you come outside anyway?” one of the guys asked.

“What’s your deal, Man?” Rob answered back, “I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Well, you were talking with my home-boy and that’s the same as talking to me, you hear?” the guy replied.

“Listen, Dude, chill out, I’m talking to Marc,” Rob said back angrily. “Marc, where’s your sister? What happened to her?”

Marc threw down his blunt and looked at Rob. He was clearly upset and disturbed by this question, and his group of friends could tell he was getting pissed off.

“Yo, Man, why did you have to bring that up? Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk about her?” another guy responded, equally as rude.

“Yeah, Bro, what’s your deal? Leave him alone,” another guy yelled back.

“Chill out guys, I have to find her, I want to help,” Rob replied.

“Well, there’s nothing you can do. You can’t help us,” Marc said, approaching Rob.

“I can, trust me, I’ll find her, I just need some clues,” Rob responded.

“What don’t you understand, Rob? I said, No! You can’t help us,” Marc yelled, walking towards him with a swagger.

Rob watched as Marc got closer. He could see his bloodshot eyes and his wavering step. He knew he was high and drunk. Rob could see the hatred in Marc’s eyes as he got closer and he began to wonder what was going to happen next.

The smell of Marc’s blood made his stomach weak. He waited and then, before he knew it, Marc’s friends were surrounding him, ready to fight. Rob looked at them with ease, knowing his strength would prevail, and waited for them to lift their fists.

Sure enough, one after the next charged at him, including Marc. They violently swung at Rob as he dodged each attempt and then, without thinking, struck back with one large swing, clipping each of them across the face and neck. He watched them fall to the ground like dominos.

Marc lay there on the ground with his chin quivering, suddenly panicked as Rob came close to him.

“Tell me what you know?” Rob said again, this time in a more serious tone.

“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Marc said, staring back at Rob who was hovering over him like a bat in a cave.

“Don’t lie to me. Tell me, or, I’ll…” Rob said, as he was interrupted by Marc.

“All I know is that my other sister Sarah might have an idea. That’s all I know,” Marc said as his eyes rolled back into his head.

Rob looked down at him and knew this could be the clue he’d been waiting for, but he wasn’t finished. He had to find out more.

Slapping him across the face, Marc snapped to it again, opening his eyelids and focusing on him once again.

“Where is Sarah?” Rob asked.

“Um..” his eyes became unfocused. Rob slapped him again. “She’s in college now,” Marc replied.

“Where? What school?” Rob asked back.

He waited but Marc didn’t answer.

“Where is she?” Rob yelled down to Marc.

“Syracuse,” he said as his head rolled to the side.

Rob looked down at his lifeless body and couldn’t resist the urge. He took one last look at him as a human and then sank his large white teeth deep into his neck, sucking his blood quickly before anyone could see. He then sucked the blood of each of his druggie friends, not realizing they were so strung out on drugs that it actually passed through and he began to feel a bit woozy himself. It was a high he’d never felt from sucking blood before.

He quickly walked away from the scene, trying to make his escape from the party. He looked up and realized he had to go back through: there was no other way out. He had to move quickly so nobody would suspect anything when they came out and saw the blood drenched punks of AHS laying in the backyard.

As he entered the townhouse, he was bombarded by Arielle, wearing a short black mini skirt, a halter-top, with her breast exploding out of it, and high heels. Rob looked her up and down thinking she looked hot, but not really focusing much on her. He had Rachel on his mind, and couldn’t be distracted.