The Childe (3 page)

Cat sighed, running her hand through her unruly, wavy, long red hair. For years she wanted to change her hair style, but finding someone willing to tackle the challenge was difficult. The unusual shade of red was shared by only one other member of her family, her Uncle Michael. Her dad called her his fireball, her Mom her beautiful sunshine and Taylor called her the RED FREAK.
Okay, so two out of three wasn’t bad.
She turned and looked into the full length mirror that hung on the front of the door and groaned when she saw her lack of girlie bits. “You still have some filling out to do, don’t cha Cat?” She definitely wished the two inches she had grown over the last year would have gone to other areas of her body instead of her height. She recently began shying away from anything other than flat shoes, not wanting to add extra height to her already tall frame.

She was also left-handed, which made her even more different.
But heck it could be worse
, she mused. Her favorite quote was that she didn’t fit the norm as she was tall, lefthanded, redheaded, and didn’t tan. Thankfully she lived in Astoria, where the sun was missing most of the year, so she blended in pretty well. All in all though, she felt comfortable in her skin.

Cat unplugged the nightlight and hopped into bed. Grabbing her favorite Robert Craven vampire novel
Red Twilight
from her nightstand, she began to read.

Downstairs Sam and Rachel sat on the couch in the study. Sam’s arms were tightly wrapped around her. The study door opened slightly and Taylor poked his head into the room. “Hey guys, what’s with all the moping?”

“Taylor come in and shut the door,” Sam said as he took off his glasses and began rubbing the lenses with the handkerchief from his shirt pocket. “Your mom and I met with Aldon tonight. He didn’t have any new information. The lead he had disappeared. Now he has to start over. This is dangerous stuff we’re dealing with here son.” Sam’s frown lines on his forehead deepened. “Your mom’s worried about Cat going to school tomorrow. I’m trying to reassure her that she’ll be okay.”

“She’ll be fine mom. She’ll have her friends with her and she seems normal. I don’t know what all the fuss is about,” he uttered, showing little concern.

“Taylor, what part of this-is-dangerous, don’t you understand? We have no idea what Cat will go through in the near future. And we must keep her safe. This is not just about her going to some silly school Taylor, and you know that. She could be in real danger and we could be powerless to help her.” Rachel glared at Taylor as tears slid silently down her cheeks. “So, you’ll take her to school tomorrow and keep an eye on her. I want no argument mister!” she demanded, swiping away the tears.

“I’m not her babysitter! You guys are overreacting! I’m tired of it always being about Cat!” he huffed, turning abruptly making his way to the door.

“Son, you’ll do as your Mom and I have asked. And we’ll have no further discussion on the matter. Hopefully you’ll be in a better mood tomorrow.” Without looking back, Taylor stormed out of the room and up the stairs.

A floor below Cat, the slamming of Taylor’s bedroom door startled her.
That’s his I’M UPSET’ slam,
she thought. Lately Taylor seemed more tense than usual. He barely acknowledged her except for when they ate dinner together, which was mostly on weekends.
It couldn’t be because we’re going to the same high school, could it?
Her parents told her it was just a phase he was going through, but she doubted it. Hearing no music below, she figured he must have put on his headphones in order to drown out the world.

The clock on her side table showed eleven. Taking off her robe and putting the book down, she climbed between the cool white sheets and pulled the comforter to her chin. Two hours later, Cat lay listening to the clock ticking like a metronome. “I’ve got to get to sleep. I don’t want to look and act like a zombie on my first day, do I? Sleep…sleep Catherine…sleep,” she murmured to herself.

Cat opened her eyes. She was surrounded by a black smoky haze swirling around her. “Where am I? Where’s my bedroom? This has to be a dream, but it feels so real.” She watched as the haze slowly began forming shapes that eventually became her bedroom surroundings. Rising to her feet, she felt pulled to the bay window. Upon opening it, the smoky haze swirled passed her and out of the room, revealing the balcony and the rest of the neighborhood. The scene outside seemed like a surreal painting with everything cast in the unnatural violet glow of the full moon looming overhead. She suddenly felt her body become weightless as the wind swept her up and moved her over the houses lining Nehalem Avenue, past the downtown district, and over the port. In the distance she heard the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore of Oldes Bay. Up ahead she noticed a group of charred trees circling a barren clearing. Unseen hands pulled her toward the ground until she was standing upright in front of the bare patch of land. Cold wet sand squished between her toes sending chills through her body. Looking around, she felt like she should know this place. It seemed familiar to her even though she knew she had never been here before. In the distance, a concrete slab foundation and a pile of white stones caught her attention. Moving closer to the stones Cat noticed that one, in the middle of the pile, was inscribed with the words
Look Within
. “Look within what?” she asked. Before her eyes a house appeared, formed by the smoky haze, where the concrete foundation had stood all alone. The two story wooden dwelling looked weathered, aged and abandoned. Looking around again, she noticed the trees surrounding the clearing were now full of lush foliage instead of charred remains like before. Her eye caught a flash of light darting past the front window. Approaching the cabin and looking inside, she saw a figure holding a flashlight and moving quickly around the room. Drawn toward the door, Cat was surprised when she turned the handle and it opened. The figure was hunched over a large traveling bag, frantically shoving clothes into it. As Cat moved away from the door, the full moon’s light revealed a tall, slim woman with curly bright red hair. Closing the bag, she pulled it to the center of the room. The woman lifted the corner of the area rug covering the floor, revealing a wooden panel. Suddenly, she raised her head as if startled by a loud noise. Cat caught a glimpse of her face, she looked terrified.

“Erika, we’re coming for you! There’s no place to hide from us!” An eerie voice called out, muffled by the walls of the cabin.

Erika pulled the wooden panel up by a large metal ring. Grabbing her bag, she threw it down through the opening. Turning, she reached for a bundle that Cat hadn’t noticed before. A tiny cry sounded from it as the Erika pulled it close to her chest, patting it gently.
It’s a baby,
Cat thought. With the child in hand, she descended slowly through the trap door, the panel closed and the rug rolled back over it.

The front door suddenly slammed shut behind Cat, plunging the room into darkness. She heard slow and heavy scratching on the front of the cabin.

“Erika…Erika…come out, come out wherever you are,” a menacing evil voice whispered.

Cat gasped as the front door flew open. Dark shadowy figures with pale beautiful faces entered. Their eyes burning with hate and mouths full of razor sharp teeth filled her vision. She stood paralyzed, afraid if she moved they would see her.
I need to wake up now! Cat wake up!
She yelled to herself.
I need to get out of here! Why can’t I move? What’s that bright light coming from upstairs? It’s fire! They’re setting the house on fire! I need to get out!
Cat tried to move swiftly, but her feet felt like they were in quicksand. Maniacal laughter filled her ears through the thickening smoke. Dark shapes moved beyond the fire and disappeared. The front door burst into flames as Cat went to grab for the handle. She was trapped. The intense heat and thick smoke caused her to collapse to the floor. Her vision blurred and her throat began to close. Gasping for air, she surrendered to the darkness.

2

First Day

The loud buzzing of the alarm clock yanked Cat from her intense dream. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she hit the snooze button and tried to make sense of it. She sighed. Relieved she was back in her bedroom and not being engulfed in flames.
Creepy, really creepy Cat. You couldn’t have a nice pleasant dream on the first day of the rest of your life
.
No, you had to have fire and dark shadows with glowing eyes and razor sharp fangs,
she thought crossly. Of course, nothing like the
DARK SHADOW
series, Cat’s all-time favorite Robert Craven novels turned into movies. Ah yes, Bartholomew Drake, Mr. Vampire himself and star of said series. According to Cat and her friends, Dracula just didn’t hold a candle to him.

“Cat honey, are you awake?” Rachel’s voice carried up from the stairs, interrupting her train of thought.

“Yes mom, I’m getting ready!” she yelled back. Making her way to the shower, Cat grabbed whatever she could get her hands on to make an outfit. A pair of low rise jeans, a layered pink t-shirt, white tennis shoes and a gray and pink striped hoodie, was what she came up with.

Shower done, hair dried, Cat stood looking in the bathroom mirror. She put in her contact, blinking, revealing both eyes identical. She got dressed, grabbed her messenger bag and ran down the stairs.

Her mom had gone all out. A full breakfast with eggs, wheat toast, turkey bacon, homemade blackberry jam and freshly squeezed orange juice. Not wanting to hurt her mom’s feelings, Cat tried to eat a little of each, but her nervousness was causing her stomach to do flip flops, and she was finding it hard to swallow. Her father, dressed in his tweed ensemble with matching brown practical pants, sat down and helped himself to a large portion of everything. He definitely looked the part of an absent minded professor, with black wire framed glasses and shaggy golden brown hair.

Her mom was sunshine, with a sunflower jean jacket and a pale yellow long sleeved dress with leggings to match. Cat knew most moms didn’t dress like hers, but it suited her perfectly. Of course being the owner of the only florist shop in town gave her justification to look like a fresh flower every day.

As usual, making a grand entrance, Taylor walked into the room throwing his back pack onto the floor. He pulled out a chair, plopped down and began devouring the food that Rachel placed in front of him. With frustration written all over his face, the two dimples that usually appeared when he smiled were absent. Pausing from his food consumption, he looked up. “Hurry Cat we haven’t got all day, I’ve been ordered to chauffeur you to school. I can’t be late, so quit playing with your food and eat already!” Rachel gave him a kiss on the top of his head.

“Now Taylor, your father and I said last night that it would be nice if you took Cat and Julie to school for a little while. At least until Cat gets her license. I know some of your friends drive their siblings to school, so stop complaining. Let’s have a big smile to start the day.” Cat held back a grin as she watched Taylor grimace.

Sam stood and wiped his mouth. “Rach honey, that was fantastic! And as I often say, if you weren’t already taken, I’d marry you in a heartbeat.” Both Taylor and Cat groaned at the familiar phrase that came from their father several times a day, every day.

Rachel giggled, as was her usual response. “Well if my husband wasn’t so handsome I’d take you up on your offer, kind sir.” She grabbed him, kissing him soundly and then shrieked as he swatted her behind.

Turning to look at his children, his two dimples growing deeper by the minute, Sam formally bowed to them. “And to my wonderful children, have an exquisite day of learning. I am off.” With that, Mr. Ancient History Professor picked up his briefcase and made his exit. The love between Cat’s parents never failed to amaze her. They had been married for twenty years but still acted like newlyweds.

“Let’s go Red Freak!” Taylor barked.

“That’s Miss Red Freak to you boy,” she replied, kissing her Mom’s cheek. Cat noticed tears in her eyes as her mom’s arms came around her.