The Chase Is ON: chapter five pt. 2

Sunday, October 24, 2010

chapter five pt. 2

The next day, I decided to take a walk in the forest at Tegan's house. The bird was sitting on a rock near the ravine, another sheet of paper in it's beak.

Kieyra,
You ask too many questions. Yes, i'm the bird!!!!! No, you don't know me.Yes, i'm from inside the hole. You would recognise me because us hole people are people from books, movies, and tv shows that are about vampires. I'm a guy. yes, i'm a vampire.I'm not sure if i'm insane.
-D
I looked at the bird, ripped out a piece of paper from my journal, and wrote:
D,
are you the one that's been putting strange thoughts into my mind? If so,why can't we just talk like that to eachother?
-Kieyra

Tegan found me a few minutes later. "I need some help Tegan. I wanna find out who this bird really is."
"What do you know about him?"
"His first initial is D."
"that's it?"
"Yeah. Hm... Daro, Demitri, Darren, Damon, Dracula...and the pizza Delivery guy from My Babysitter's a Vampire. They all have the motives to not be trustworthy people."
"Like that narrows it down. You'll need to ask him more questions.If he won't show you his true identity, you'll have to figure it out based on facts he tells you. study his writing style, his attitude, his personality, anything about him that'll help narrow down who it is." and from that brewed the case of the mysterious D.

7 comments:

AnonymousOctober 24, 2010 at 6:10 PM
The mysterious D! Gracious! Maybe she should try to catch this bird! And how DID she become a vampire anyway???? I now have even MORE questions! You know what that means, don't you? Yes......it means you have to write MORE!!!! I can't wait to see how this all comes together. Get busy girl!!!
Fantastic job!
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Cameron Bright's Future Wife, He just doesn't know it yet.October 24, 2010 at 6:12 PM
ok i told everyone how she became a vampire in part one in the pros and cons thingy. was no one paying attention???????????????
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AnonymousOctober 24, 2010 at 6:13 PM
Oh...thanks for making this story Hitchcock-y! I love Alfred's work! I love mysteries. Not so much musicals though. I am rather glad you didn't make this a musical! ;)
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AnonymousOctober 24, 2010 at 6:19 PM
Now I get it! Yes I did pay attention but I didn't get the significance of the comment until I went back and looked at it now knowing what I now know. (did you get that?)
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AnonymousOctober 24, 2010 at 6:23 PM
I just had to make your brain work a little with that last comment. It is a little convoluted, isn't it? MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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AnonymousOctober 24, 2010 at 6:25 PM
WRITE MORE STORY PLEASE!!!! I loved this chapter!
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Cameron Bright's Future Wife, He just doesn't know it yet.October 24, 2010 at 6:38 PM
ahaha i understood that comment so beat that!!!!
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A few words to darken your day (a bio of all my main characters)

Psst!!!! Over here! No, not over by the tree. Behind you! Yes, it's me, the one with the long curly brown hair and the brilliant brown eyes. I'm in your head. But you can see me... And now you are thinking about me. Well I'm sorry, but I can only please one person a day, and today is not yours. But listen closely. I'm hiding amongst a crowd that will never accept me and a family where I don't belong. I don't belong here. Not in this town. Not in this country. Not in this world. I feel kind of weird. I am a rose in a field of yellow tulips. I stand here alone; when I fall no one will catch me. Because no one WANTS to catch me. No one likes a self serving...um...person... My negotiating skills need a bit of work. I pray to the gods of imagination and lack of reality that the one I worship will come and save me one day. Save me from myself. And now the other side is taking over, and I'm turning into the one I once feared. It's saying come to the dark side, we have cookies. We can help you. And as I fade into the dark abyss that is enslaving my soul, I wonder if I have made the right choice.

Kieyra's Bio,not mine.

hello. welcome to the blog from hell. You have now entered the 2nd layer of hell. 3rd. 4th. 5th. BOOM! you just exploded hell. And heaven is not excepting you because you are reading the blog from hell right now, so you are stuck on earth, a lonely ghost. What???? no, i'm not evil. Just misunderstood. Like Katherine from the vampire diaries. It's just that no good people understand me, so all the bad people do instead, but that does not make me evil, it makes me misunderstood. Unlike you perfect people who are all perfect and never do any bad stuff, or manipulate people, or use people for your own mysterious purposes. Not that i do... i'm misunderstood, remember? I am a misunderstood, angsty teenager. I have no emotion. I say whatever and get on with my life. Thats what us angsty teens do. we sit and we keep all of our feelings all bottled up until it all comes out to complete srangers. Weird how we feel more comfortable telling our deepest secrets to people we don't know... I can be deep. I don't have to be as shallow as a kiddie pool. But it's a lifestyle choice. I am a kiddie pool. i choose to be a kiddie pool, and not as deep as an abyss. i am not an abyss, though, i am a kiddie pool. i am a puddle in a desert in Egypt. I am shallow. I am self centered. I am not a very empathetic person. I love rasberries!!!!! Thats the only good thing i will say. I am negative. I am pessimistic. I just don't care. Ever seen the end of romeo and juliet? i haven't. all i know is that they die because of so called love. We get it. Love sucks. They've made enough vampire romance movies to prove it. There should finally be a TRUE vampire movie where love does NOT conquer all and the vampire kills the human and they all live happily ever after, except for that one human who unfortunately died. boo hoo. stuff sock in it. "I miss Anne Rice. She was so...on it." that was not me, i was quoting the character Damon Salvatore from the vampire diaries. because thats what i do. I am a writer, so when i see a good idea, i steal it. Thanks dad, for teaching me how to steal other people's originality. thanks a bunch. I talk to birds and i whine about my pathetic life. i talk to the birds about my problems. a crow and an eagle. The eagle cares more, though. Now you're thinking, "oh, god, she's one of those." well, deal with it. well i am going to go now because i realize you don't care. goodbye, cruel world.