Other Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ On the run ❯ The Valtonies are like the mob, cept worse ( Chapter 6 )

I searched the upstairs of the house first, every bedroom was vacant and the living room was deserted. The ground floor brought similar results. Finally I gave up my vendetta and sighing I sat onto the single chair we had in the kitchen. I searched my brain for ideas and chose on that would almost for sure bring immediate results.

 

“OH MY GOD! THE VALTONIES HAVE FOUND US HELP! ACK NO STOP! DON'T TOUCH ME!” I tried to make my voice sound as scared and hysteric as possible. Apparently it worked because moments later Kyle came running in to the kitchen from his hiding spot, he almost completely knocked the door of its hinges. That poor door.

 

I must say he looked quiet scary wielding his bunny slippers in one hand and pencil in the other. He took several moments to look around frantically before realizing it was all a trick. I had thought he would initially be pissed beyond believe, but his first reaction was embarrassment at his choice of weapons. After hiding them behind his back he turned on me with a glare that could freeze the sun itself. He took several deep breaths before asking just what in the hell I was playing at.

 

“Well while you were conversing lovingly with the chicken soup I remembered something. Last night after you left me on the fence, I heard a voice. I wasn't able to figure out the direction it was coming from, but it did have interesting news. Apparently the Valtonies have finally found us and may or may not be on their way here right now. But no need to worry.” I waited for his reaction. I didn't have to wait very long.

 

“WHAT!” I swear I could see a vain pop in his head, who knew that one word could make your ears ring so much when it came from his mouth?

 

“OH YEAH DON'T WORRY! THAT'S A BLOODY WONDERFUL IDEA! JUST WHAT ARE YOU ON YOU IDIOT!!!?” There that vain goes again. I secretly hope he has an aneurism. I gave him several minutes to settle down before I even dared talk to the dork.

 

“I said May or may NOT. Chances are they aren't on their way and the voices in my head are just messing with me again. Although I don't know when they adapted a snake like accent.” Okay so maybe mentioning the voices was a bad thing based on the look he currently was giving me. It was a mix between who are you and your off your rocker. It made me feel wonderful let me tell ya.

 

When he just continued you to stare at me with the same look I decided to head back to the bedroom, it is after all way past my bed time, sunrise had been a little over an hour ago. I was making my way out of the kitchen to the bedroom upstairs when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Thinking it was Kyle I brushed it off and turned around. The site that greeted my eyes was not a welcome one.

 

There standing in front of me was my supposed family. My father was in front with the rest of the lot spreading out behind him in a V shape. My father looked the same as always, but then again what can I say when you're a vampire you stop ageing after you hit 20. His steely gray eyes still held his revulsion for me; I remember seeing that very same look when he found me and my mom. His raven black hair, that is so much like mine, was swept back in business man hairstyle, making him look like an old fart if you ask me, and combed to perfection. His grey business suit was wrinkle less. Over all, the only thing that clashed with his look was the sneer on his face that was directed towards me.

 

“Maggot. It amazes me your still alive. But then again you are a filthy infected vampire, and as of this century things like you seem to thrive without someone to crush you under their thumb.” His sneer deepened as he stopped the flow of his baritone voice for a split second, “This is quiet a place you have here, filthy just like you. Now if you will please I am running late for a business meeting so if we can proceed with your death I would much appreciate it.”

 

The mocking and insulting tone of his voice did nothing to put a kink in my armor. I have given up on him long ago, and its times like these that I remember why. I was about to retort with a comment that would most likely bring my death sooner when I saw the door to the kitchen open all the way. Kyle entered without even noticing the Valtonies. It wasn't until he bumped into the closest man to the door, my uncle Tony, that he looked up.

 

When he saw the room full of vampires poised to kill me with a gun each his eyes got a big a saucers and he tried to back as far away from them as possible. Inadvertently leading him to being backed up against a wall.

 

Few of the Valtonies looked at Kyle with interest, but there were enough to make him squirm. My Fathers eyes flickered from my face for what seemed like forever to study Kyle. I felt my stomach drop when I saw that my Fathers eyes held a look of recognition.

 

“You!” Father's voice was even colder now then before; he had the kind of voice that could make you shiver every time he spoke. Now it's similar to a full body jig rather that a shiver.

 

Father continued to stare at Kyle for several more seconds before speaking again.

 

“You're that human whelp that killed my brother!” Father's voice never once wavered off its quiet pitch but you could hear the malice seeping into it.

 

The Valtonies were on him like a foot to an ass, think that's 70's show. Kyle managed to throw several of them off but one was clinging to his back, my other uncle Tommy. His arms were around Kyle's neck and his teeth were poised for biting. Just as the first canine tooth broke skin I was over Kyle's back in a flip, dragging my uncle down with me.