blood lust pt. 5

8/14/2019 Blood Lust pt. 5

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Chapter 5

Miss. DesJardains. If you dont open this door we will. We have every right. We havebeen granted a search warrant for your house.Crap. What to do? If they had a search warrant then there was no where in the house thatI could hide Johnny. I could kill these cops, but that would create more problems than itwould solve. That left only one option.Maam, were going to give you one more minute to open this door. Then we break itdown.Run for it.One second officers, allow me to make my house decent for your presence.I heard a faintly mumbled bullshit. Smart officers.I quickly ran back into the living room. I pushed the door open and ran straight into anextremely muscled chest.Oof.I fell onto the floor and landed right on top of a smirking Johnny.We just keep finding ourselves in this position, dont we? Maybe it was meant to be.

I just rolled my eyes.No time for this now. Cops are waiting outside my door, looking for you. And we have,I pretended to glance at my watch, forty-five seconds to get out of this house before theybreak down my front door. Grab everything you can and follow me to the guest bedroomon the second floor. Its at the very back of the house and our best chance of escape.He quickly grabbed his leather jacket while I went to closet and grabbed my hiking bagand filled it with the essentials: sleeping bags, water, pillows, spare clothes, ect. Then weboth ran up the stairs to the spare bedroom. All this was done in thirty seconds thanks toour vampire speed. Johnny reached the door to the spare bedroom first. He took a quicklook around the room and shot me a weird look.Well I must say this was most definitely your brightest idea ever. Theres no way out ofhere except for the window smartass.I threw a dirty look at him and quickly pushed past him to the window. As I flung thewindow open I glanced back at him.And thats exactly how were getting out of here. Smartass.He quickly came over and glanced down at the ground two stories below.Youve got to be kidding me.Chicken?No!! I just think it is incredibly stupid and reckless to jump out of a second storywindow!I smirked. He was soo afraid of heights.Well youre a vampire now. Reckless is your new middle name.He frowned.

But I liked Antonio.What?A loud bang came from downstairs.Never mind. Im not jumping. Forget it.I grinned.Last chance.The sound of loud footsteps sprinting up the stairs followed my words.He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the open window.

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I refuse to move.Alright. Your choice.And with that I pushed him out the window. What? It was totally necessary. Okay okay,so maybe it was a little drastic. But he was getting on my nerves with his constant snideremarks. He totally deserved it. Besides, I knew hed be just fine. Hes forgotten to takeinto account his new vampire instincts. I heard the door to the room next door bang open.I grabbed my backpack and dived out the window, landing smoothly on my feet. Johnnywas lying on his butt glaring daggers at me.So he hadnt landed on his feet after all. I guess we would have to work on his balancejust a teensy weensy bit. I grabbed his arm and pulled him up.Pay me back later. I hope youre in good shape. Right now we have to get our asses outof here. Follow me.I started running towards the forest at the edge of my back yard, keeping to the shadowsto avoid being seen. When we were safely hidden in the forest I stopped.Alright, I have a hidden garage deeper in this forest, for situations exactly like these.Were going to run there, then take my fastest car to the top secret airport where I keepmy private jet.

I noticed his raised eyebrow.What, Im prepared. You could hardly walk into a normal airport now could you, whatwith half the country looking for you?He just continued to look at me with that annoying little smirk. Whatever.Ok, lets get moving.I pushed him in the direction we were supposed to head until he finally stopped smirkingand started running on his own. I took out my cell phone to inform my pilot of the plan.We had a long, long journey ahead of us. Too bad I would never be able to return. I wasjust starting to call my house home.

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(On the plane)

I slowly came back to consciousness, my eyes gritty with sleep. As I regained my sensesI realized I had been sleeping on someones shoulder and that my mouth was hangingopen, meaning I had probably drooled in my sleep. Great. How attractive. I looked up tosee the face of the shoulder I was resting on. Johnny. Why was he sitting next to me? Andwhy was everything vibrating slightly? I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings. Oh,right. We were on my jet. I looked over at Johnny again. He was sitting rigidly in hischair, his back pin straight and his hands had a death grip on the arm rests. Oh he was sooafraid of heights.

I giggled. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.Is wittle Johnny boy afraid of the vewy scawy heights?He glared at me but said nothing.Interesting. I could get a lot of answers out of you this way.I pressed the intercom button on the wall and spoke through the speaker to my pilot.Jerry, could you tilt the plane just a little to the left please.There was a little static and then the pilots voice answered me through the speaker.It would be my pleasure Angelina.

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care of the sheep. On a particularly hot day, me and my sister were sitting in a meadow,watching the sheep graze. She was 14 and I was 10 at the time. We made excellentshepherds, the two of us. But it was on that day, August 21, 1999, that our lives changedirreversibly. I remember the conversation to this day.I chanced a glance at him but he was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head inhis hands.She took my hand in hers and I noticed she was shaking. Johnny, I have something totell you. You have to promise me youll never tell anyone. Especially daddy, she hadsoftly whispered. After I swore up and down that I wouldnt tell a soul she finally toldme. Johnny, this may be hard to believe because I know how much you love Dad, but Ineed you to trust me. Daddy has been acting strange when its just him and me. He actslike he does with mom when he thinks were not looking. Sometimes I see him staring atmy chest, and even when he knows Ive noticed he still doesnt stop. Whenever he can,he touches my, you knowbum... and it feels soo gross Johnny. I dont know what to do.He told me if I told anyone I would regret it for the rest of my life. I need you to help meJohnny. I remember I dropped her hand, which I had been holding and jumped up soquickly it startled her. Then I screamed the words at her that sealed her fate. How dare

you tell me such lies!! You were not only the person I trusted the most but my bestfriend! How can you say such beastly things about our father?!? I roared at her. Iremember her terrified look. If youre going to tell lies, go tell them to some otherperson. I never want to talk to you again! I remember clearly the vision of her innocentface so terrified as tears streamed down her face, while I just stood there and screamed ather. She never spoke to me about that again. But on her sixteenth birthday, I realized thereal graveness of my mistake. I was at school that day, when I was called to the office.The principal said I was wanted at home immediately. My sister had committed suicide.When I got home my mother was a wreck. She refused to leave my sisters room, and herscreams of grief and loss could be heard throughout the entire house. My father was theexact opposite. He was waiting for me at the front door with a stony expression. As Ientered the house he handed me a note. It was from my sister. I ran up to my room to readit.As Johnny spoke he pulled out a worn and yellowed piece of paper from the back pocketof his jeans.I always carry it with me. These last words from my sister are more important to methan my own existence.He paused before continuing.Ill read them to you if you want.I didnt hesitate.Yes, please.He unfolded the piece of paper gently.Dear Johnny,

I hope you read this. I know weve barely spoken since that day, you know which oneIm talking about, but I cant do what Im about to do without saying a last few things toyou. I love you with all of my heart. We grew apart near the end, but I want you to knowyou were the best brother anyone could have ever given me. Secondly, I want to ask youto forgive me. Maybe if I had had someone to help me, to listen to my problems andpossibly prevent what happened with daddy last night, things would have been different.But as it is, last night daddy took things too far. Last night, father raped me Johnny. I feelso filthy. And I cant continue living this way. Lastly, I need to say good bye. I cant

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leave this world without a farewell to the person I trust most in this world, my brother,and my best friend. I left father a note too, telling him I blame him for what Im about todo. I want you to know that this is not, in a way, your fault. Love you forever,Your dearest sister,

LilaJohnny refolded the note before he allowed the sobs to escape. I got up from the couchand sat down beside him. Took his hands and pulled him into my side. He rested his headon my shoulder.To hell it wasnt my fault. It was all my fault! If I had only listened then maybemaybe he mumbled hysterically into my shoulder.I cradled him and gently hushed him.Its not your fault. Those were your sisters last words. There was nothing you couldhave done. Tell me, what became of your father?He continued to speak without lifting his head from my shoulder.

He left the next day, mumbling something about moving to Quebec City. Never saw orheard from him again. My life just spiraled downwards from there. My mom passed awaythe next year from a heart attack caused by grief. I was left an orphan at the age of

thirteen. I lived at the local orphanage for three more years, but nobody wanted to adoptme because of what my sister had done. They didnt want to risk their money on me incase it ran in the family. Finally, at the age of seventeen I ran away. Ive been travellingfrom place to place since, looking for my father, and when I find him, hell get what hedeserves.My breath had caught when he had mentioned Quebec City.What was the name of your father Johnny?Gerald Botticelli.My eyes narrowed. I should have known. I reached over and pressed the intercom button.Jerry, change of plans. Were going to Quebec City.

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