Steve’s Missing
“Hey, Steve’s missing,”said Will, after pounding some nails into the wooden board. He stood up and looked around at his crewman. Ted, stood up as well, raised his shoulders then returned to pounding nails into the floorboard. Will looked around and did a body count in his head.
Chris pounded some more Tyvek onto the wall. All he could think about was Lucia. How her blue eyes washed over him like the ocean, how her blond hair shone like the sun. How easily love and lust equally swished around in his head.
The love link he felt for her had been strengthened, then destroyed by his boss. He felt anger, he felt regret, he felt…stupid for not reminding himself that she was some kind of monstrous creature he had only seen in vampire movies. He was still in shock over what happened, Nobody would believe him, not even his mom or family.
Will walked around the corner of the front of the house, his dark Oakley shades covering his eyes from showing any emotion. He spotted Chris and slowly walked towards him, then looked up at the Tyvek board that he was finishing up on.
“Hey there Gunga Din, you alright?” Asked Will.
“Am I alright? I found out that we had a vampire in the friggin’ basement that posed as a girl I liked and then she tried to kill us! You ask me if I’m alright?”
“Well, you don’t have to pout about it…yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” Psalm twenty three verse four,” Will held up his hammer, then his t-square.
“Look, I’m sorry if I’m a little shaken up by all of this, but it’s crazy!” Replied Chris.
“That thing looked like a pretty girl? I think you have to re-access your standard of beauty. That slobbering little stinker almost killed me!” Will pointed to his chest.
“It didn’t look like that to me. It looked like…Lucia.” Chris said with his head down. Will noticed the sad visual indicator and sympathized on a small level. Years before he met his wife, He let himself get strung up over a girl once or twice, to deal with the heartbreak he would get high and drive his old mustang real fast while his friends in the passenger seats cheered him on. He suspected Chris wasn’t that way, no siree. Chris was a few things he didn’t like but that was not one of them. He saved him by throwing him the imperfect wooden splinter stake. He thought it funny that the one thing he thought was imperfect had been the perfect weapon to kill the abomination, a perfect stake. He shook his head over that fact and was grateful.
“Will!…your wife’s here!” Yelled Ted looking down at his brother from the roof.
Will quickly waved his hand at the end of the house. “Juss’ keep doing what you’re doing, juss’ faster alright?” He quickly turned around and sped off towards the front of the house.
Rebecca and his daughter Faith were standing in front of the house. Will walked up to his wife. “Hey honey.” They hugged and quickly kissed. Quickly, he hugged Faith and kissed her on the cheek. Her eyes spotted Chris down by the side of the house hammering away. “Gonna see what your dadda does at work?” Said Will, his trademark shades now resting upon her hair.
Faith locked eyes with Chris, then she peeled them away, “Um, sure.”
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In the distance and out of view. Renald peered through his dark shades and watched the family reunion, grinning.
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