Archive for August, 2008


Dangerous Part 6

August 28, 2008

When we turned back onto a main road some half an hour later Kale glanced over me and I knew he was going to start up a conversation again.


“Do you believe in destiny and unknown forces?” He asked unexpectedly. “In legends and superstitions?”


I frowned a little wondering what this had to do with anything. Since he seemed to be waiting for me to answer I spoke up.


“Yeah, maybe.” I admitted.


“What about vampires and werewolves?” He asked. “You believe in them?”


I looked over at him now. Kale had his eyes on the road but he was glancing at me from time to time waiting to hear my opinion. Why did it seemed so important to him?


“I don’t know.” I finally said. “I’ve never seen one outside the movies.”


We pulled up to a streetlight and stopped when it turned red. Kale turned his head to face me as he waited for the light.


“What if you did meet one?” He asked. “Would you believe them? Would you think them evil or insane?”


For the first time I wondered if Kale was some escaped lunatic from an asylum. Where the heck was this going?


“Unless they were going to kill me or hurt me I wouldn’t think them evil.” I answered figuring that sounded truthful enough.


“Okay but would you believe they were what they said?” Kale asked.


I shrugged my shoulders and remembered he couldn’t see it with his eyes on the road. “I don’t know. Probably not though.”


“Why not?”


“Vampires and zombies and what-not do not exist.” I pointed out.


“And you know that how?” He pressed.


I frowned as he turned the truck down onto yet another lonesome, dark road. “How? Oh come on! Have you ever seen a real vampire?”


I had hoped to turn the tables on him but apparently it wasn’t going to happen. Nothing I did seemed to faze this man at all. It was almost as if he came prepared for me somehow.


“What if I said yes?” Kale said. “What if I told you I happen to know a few.”


He glanced at me as I made a rude noise. But I felt I was moving from a state of shock into one of being hysterical.


“I’d think you were nut and should be locked up in the Looney bin” I told him with a hard laugh.


Kale seemed intent on driving for a minute and the truck got quiet. I supposed he was mad at me but at this point I didn’t care. This night was one big catastrophe anyway.


Dangerous Part 5

August 17, 2008

I thought about escaping when his hand left me to dig in a pocket for his keys but fear of what he might do to my family to retaliate made me stay frozen. I swiped a hand at my cheeks to try and brush away the evidence of my tears.


He got the truck’s passenger side door open and handed me into the seat. “Your doing great. Just bear with me Kheri.”


Shutting my door he walked around and got into the driver’s seat. The truck started up with a smooth purr. Before we pulled out he made sure I put on a seatbelt and handed me something from the glove compartment. I looked down to see it was a pack of tissues he had given me.


“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He told me as he drove. “Nothing turned out the way I planned. God! It was a disaster!” He hit his hand against the steering wheel in frustration then he glanced at me. “Why didn’t you just talk with me? Was sitting on the porch and hearing me out such a terrible thing?”


I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, lowering my eyes. “No. It was just….you scared me.”


From the corner of my eye I saw his eyes widen and heard him chuckle angrily. “Oh great. Just freaking great. I’m sure you’re so much less scared of me now.” He sighed angrily and shook his head at himself. “Boy when I mess things up, I Really mess them up.”


Since I didn’t comment he continued in a calmer tone. “Okay, look. We got off to a bad start. I’m sorry things worked out that way but they did. But from here on, nothing has to be bad. We can try and be friends right?”


He seemed to be waiting for my answer but I couldn’t agree or disagree with him at that moment. I was still calming down from what had happened. And being in the car driving to God knew where with a stranger didn’t help.


As if he had heard my thought, he said. “Right. Well, I guess it doesn’t make things any easier if you don’t even know who I am. I’m Kale.”


I glanced at him from the corner of my eye but said nothing.


“Won’t you even try to meet me halfway here Kheri?” Kale asked. When I didn’t answer he prodded me. “I need some kind of answer here.”


I closed my eyes unhappily. Scared to answer and say the wrong thing. Scared to not answer and make him angrier then he was.


“I don’t know.” I said at last.


He nodded. “Alright. Fair enough answer. I mean, at least you didn’t lie.”


The questions stopped for a while as Kale drove on. We were on some back roads now that I only vaguely recognized from crude signs the headlights lit up here or there. The old truck took the dirt and gravel roads fine without slipping which was both a surprise and disappointment. The farther we drove, the less the chance of the police catching up to us.


Dangerous Part 4

August 1, 2008

“We have to leave now.” The man told me.


He tried to pull me away but I lunged out of his grasp and hurled myself down on the floor. I shakily put my fingers to my parent’s throats to assure myself they were okay. He had said they were but I needed to know for sure.


I felt him come up in back of me a second before I felt his hand on my shoulder. “I didn’t hurt them.” He told me. “I just rendered them unconscious. When they wake up they might have a few bruises and a headache but will be fine.”


A tear rolled softly down my cheek and I lowered my head. My long brown hair swept down to shield me from my enemy’s gaze. I was still shaking I realized. A bit of shock I supposed. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and I didn’t know what to do. I wished like hell that my brother would roll into the driveway with about seven police cruisers on his heels but that was wishful dreaming. I was stuck with this madman. He would leave if I left. That would ensure my folks would be safe but would I see them again? I grabbed and softly squeezed my Mom’s hand.


“Are you going to kill me?” I asked softly.


The hand at my shoulder fell away and he snorted indigently. “No.”


“Then why take me?” I inquired. “My family isn’t rich if it’s money you want.”


“I don’t want any money.” The man answered. “Just you. Now please come with me before I lose my patience. I’d like to be gone from here by the time your brother comes back.”


I touched my mother’s hair and then ran my hand down the back of my father’s shoulder. Tried to burn their images into my mind. Struggling against the flood of tears that hit me, I stood.


My captor grabbed my elbow and gently started trying to steer me away. “Hurry Kheri. Time is of the essence. Besides, if you listen to me and are good, I’ll let you write or call them and tell them your okay.”


That statement broke through my sorrow and I blinked back tears to look up at him. Hope flared in me that maybe I might survive this. After all if I was alive to contact my folks then this man wasn’t thinking about killing me.


For the first time I actually saw his face. With the sunglasses having been knocked off during the fight our eyes met. The strange color of his eyes still shocked me but I was looking past that. Trying to read him. If he wasn’t a killer then why kidnap me? If money wasn’t a motive then why take me at all? It made no sense. I wanted to believe he didn’t mean me harm but that was very hard to do with the fact that he was responsible for my folks laying on the kitchen floor out cold.


He hesitated in walking as we looked at one another, looked like he would have said something, then I saw him change his mind and shut down. He yanked his eyes from mine and pushed my arm to move me forward again. In a daze I moved down the hall, through the front room and over the front door which now lay on the floor splintered and broken. Once down the front steps we turned left and I saw an old battered red truck parked on the side of the road. He directed me toward it.