Unbound – Chapter Three

I sat in my room, thinking about what had happened in the duration of the day.  It confused me that at first, Scout was avoiding people.  More specifically me.  Then, for some reason after I had myself and Rose sit next to her, she becomes all social.  Either she has some mental issues, or she just likes messing with people’s heads.

I pulled out my planner and realized we hadn’t been assigned any homework for the day.  I grinned and cheered silently as I put my school stuff away and pulled out my guitar and amp.  I strummed out random chords, which eventually formed into a song.  Before I knew it, I was writing down what I played in my notebook.  I almost forgot about what had happened earlier in the day, and the fear that struck me at that last look at Scout.  I was gonna finish the day happy, and nothing was stopping that.

I practically skipped out of my room and down the stairs.  I wrote a note on a piece of scratch paper saying I was going out for a walk so that the rest of my family wouldn’t freak out.  They would anyway, but writing a note helps out on my side a little.

I grabbed my jacket as I ran out the door, and out into the cool spring air.  I ran for a while, and eventually slowed to a stop once I neared my neighborhood’s park.  It was a real crappy one.  It wasn’t kept nice and pretty for all the little kids, so nobody came anymore.  I sat on the swing and leaned back to stare at the canopy that now obscured the view of the sky.  I closed my eyes and daydreamed of pirates, witches, prophets, demons, werewolves, and my favorite of all, vampires.

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“You really shouldn’t be out this late,” Called out quite a familiar voice, “It’s dangerous.”  My eyes snapped open, and I turned to face the source of the voice. “The heck?! Scout?!” “Yes, it’s me. Anyway, I’m serious. Night has already fallen.  You should go back home,” She replied. She was right, it was dark. But I could still see her.  She was now wearing a plain black t-shirt, dark jeans, and completely black converse. Then there were her eyes. Her eyes were red, striking that same ice cold fear through me, and her skin was completely colorless in the slight moonlight. “Since when are you my mom?” I snapped. Scout sighed aggregately and clenched her fists.  “Look, you got to trust me on this.  You need to leave!” I stood up and crossed my arms. “Make me,” I said, not moving from where I stood.

Scout groaned, stormed up to me, and grabbed the collar of my shirt. “You are such a completely hopeless human! I’m trying to save your freakin life here!” I could practically feel the anger generating from her. I’ll admit, it scared the crap out of me, but I kept a straight face and replied, “If it’s such a life or death situation here, why don’t you just drag my sorry butt home?!” I yelled at her. “Fine. If that’s the way you want it,” She snarled quietly, showing her teeth, along with unusually sharp canine teeth.  She let go of my collar and grabbed my wrist, starting to pull me away.

“Now, now, Scout.  If she doesn’t want to go home, she doesn’t have to.” Scout froze dead in her tracks and clenched my wrist harder, making me cringe in pain.  I looked up at the newcomer, and gasped.  He was the most handsome guy I had ever seen in my life. Short, light brown hair, bright golden eyes, and skin a bit tanner than Scout’s. He wore a white button-up shirt, jeans, and black boots.

                “Seth.”