that can’t be the only
reason why he is so angry and vengeful,” Alexander said.
“ We were immature brats in
those days. We apologized to Xavier several times after it
happened. I know it was wrong to laugh at him. But it doesn’t give
Xavier the right to terrorize Thyme, place Zachary on trial, and
steal the cache of battery packs. If he’s still holding a grudge,
he should deal with it in a more civilized way. There is another
reason why he hates me, but I’ll discuss that with you later,” Dr.
Stine said.
“ Well, you told us why
Xavier hates everyone. But you never told me why I was able to use
your scepter. Are you in the mood to talk to me about it now?”
Angelique said.
Dr. Stine rolled his eyes
and sighed. “You’ll keep nagging me about it until I tell you the
truth. Your father and I are cousins. We share the same
bloodlines.” Beads of sweat blossomed on his forehead and his lips
quivered. He hoped she would believe his fib.
“ So, it’s true! George and
Kristina Harrington are my ancestors, too!” Angelique
said.
“ Yes. We’re included in the
same family tree. George and Kristina are at the top of that tree,”
Dr. Stine said. He leaned toward the fire and studied Angelique’s
body language.
She glanced away from him.
Razor cuddled next to her stomach when Angelique leaned against the
exposed roots of a nearby cypress tree. Her head dropped against a
pillow of pine needles and leaves. A few minutes after she closed
her eyes, she snored loudly.
“ I’m sleepy, too. I think
it’s time for bed,” Alexander said. He curled into a fetal position
a few feet away from the campfire. He listened to frogs croak and
crickets chirp while he thought about his parents. Moments later,
his eyes closed and he dreamed.
Dr. Stine stared at Shadow,
Razor, Angelique, and Alexander and wondered whether or not he
should’ve told them the story about Xavier. He wondered if
Angelique and Alexander felt sympathy for Xavier and viewed him
unfavorably for being so cruel to him. He stretched his legs,
yawned, and felt his eyelids grow heavy. He watched low-hanging
clouds drift above the tops of the cypress trees while he drifted
off to sleep.
***
Alexander tossed and turned
on the ground next to the campfire. His eyes bobbed behind his
eyelids while he dreamed. He moaned when he visualized an image of
his father, Timothy Blanton. His father wore a black, pinstriped
suit with matching trousers. Huge claws shredded his white,
button-down, dress shirt, allowing wide rips and tears to reveal
the raw flesh and oozing blood of deep wounds. Alexander gasped
when he looked at his father’s eyes and noticed that they were
solid red. The boy sensed it wasn’t a dream.
“ Alexander, please join us!
Join our pack!” Timothy said. Dark, red blood surged from his
esophagus and splattered on his lips when he spoke. His red eyes
flashed like embers.
Alexander opened his eyes
and bolted upright into a sitting position. He gasped when he
noticed a wolf standing on the other side of the campfire. A dead
rabbit oozed intestines as it dangled from between the wolf’s
clamped jaws. The wolf shook the rabbit violently from side to
side, causing drops of blood to splatter on Alexander’s face. The
boy glanced to his left and realized that his plastic case and the
Bible were several feet away from him. When he scooted across the
ground toward them, the wolf opened its mouth and let the rabbit
drop to the ground with a THUD. The beast’s red eyes glowed as the
animal walked slowly around the circumference of the campfire. When
Timothy Blanton emerged from the shadows and patted the wolf on the
head, Alexander screamed.
Angelique and Dr. Stine
opened their eyes, sat upright, and rose to their feet when they
noticed the man and the wolf. Razor stretched his legs, yawned, and
started to growl when he noticed the unwelcome visitors. Shadow
tugged on the rope that held him to the tree, panicked, and started
bucking.
reason why he is so angry and vengeful,” Alexander said.
“ We were immature brats in
those days. We apologized to Xavier several times after it
happened. I know it was wrong to laugh at him. But it doesn’t give
Xavier the right to terrorize Thyme, place Zachary on trial, and
steal the cache of battery packs. If he’s still holding a grudge,
he should deal with it in a more civilized way. There is another
reason why he hates me, but I’ll discuss that with you later,” Dr.
Stine said.
“ Well, you told us why
Xavier hates everyone. But you never told me why I was able to use
your scepter. Are you in the mood to talk to me about it now?”
Angelique said.
Dr. Stine rolled his eyes
and sighed. “You’ll keep nagging me about it until I tell you the
truth. Your father and I are cousins. We share the same
bloodlines.” Beads of sweat blossomed on his forehead and his lips
quivered. He hoped she would believe his fib.
“ So, it’s true! George and
Kristina Harrington are my ancestors, too!” Angelique
said.
“ Yes. We’re included in the
same family tree. George and Kristina are at the top of that tree,”
Dr. Stine said. He leaned toward the fire and studied Angelique’s
body language.
She glanced away from him.
Razor cuddled next to her stomach when Angelique leaned against the
exposed roots of a nearby cypress tree. Her head dropped against a
pillow of pine needles and leaves. A few minutes after she closed
her eyes, she snored loudly.
“ I’m sleepy, too. I think
it’s time for bed,” Alexander said. He curled into a fetal position
a few feet away from the campfire. He listened to frogs croak and
crickets chirp while he thought about his parents. Moments later,
his eyes closed and he dreamed.
Dr. Stine stared at Shadow,
Razor, Angelique, and Alexander and wondered whether or not he
should’ve told them the story about Xavier. He wondered if
Angelique and Alexander felt sympathy for Xavier and viewed him
unfavorably for being so cruel to him. He stretched his legs,
yawned, and felt his eyelids grow heavy. He watched low-hanging
clouds drift above the tops of the cypress trees while he drifted
off to sleep.
***
Alexander tossed and turned
on the ground next to the campfire. His eyes bobbed behind his
eyelids while he dreamed. He moaned when he visualized an image of
his father, Timothy Blanton. His father wore a black, pinstriped
suit with matching trousers. Huge claws shredded his white,
button-down, dress shirt, allowing wide rips and tears to reveal
the raw flesh and oozing blood of deep wounds. Alexander gasped
when he looked at his father’s eyes and noticed that they were
solid red. The boy sensed it wasn’t a dream.
“ Alexander, please join us!
Join our pack!” Timothy said. Dark, red blood surged from his
esophagus and splattered on his lips when he spoke. His red eyes
flashed like embers.
Alexander opened his eyes
and bolted upright into a sitting position. He gasped when he
noticed a wolf standing on the other side of the campfire. A dead
rabbit oozed intestines as it dangled from between the wolf’s
clamped jaws. The wolf shook the rabbit violently from side to
side, causing drops of blood to splatter on Alexander’s face. The
boy glanced to his left and realized that his plastic case and the
Bible were several feet away from him. When he scooted across the
ground toward them, the wolf opened its mouth and let the rabbit
drop to the ground with a THUD. The beast’s red eyes glowed as the
animal walked slowly around the circumference of the campfire. When
Timothy Blanton emerged from the shadows and patted the wolf on the
head, Alexander screamed.
Angelique and Dr. Stine
opened their eyes, sat upright, and rose to their feet when they
noticed the man and the wolf. Razor stretched his legs, yawned, and
started to growl when he noticed the unwelcome visitors. Shadow
tugged on the rope that held him to the tree, panicked, and started
bucking.
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