Halo

Chapter 7

I revved my engine and waited impatiently. I wasn't exactly eager to get back but I was eager to get this over with. The sooner I returned Lisa Matthews to the bossoms of her family, I could get back to all that was normal in my life. I sighed heavily and alot unhappily.

Happiness was an overused mass advocated sentiment of what is believed to be the ideal state of mind. But like all the beliefs I knew, this one was false. As false as santa and on some particularly hard days even as false as God.

I tapped my thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat of the music blaring in the background. Closing my eyes I let the brilliant play of the saxophone wash its magic over me. Stake me was my all time favourite.

The door to the car opened and I wiped away all traced of enjoyment from my face. Pulling my ray ban out of the dashboard I was able to successfully hide my expression as I watched Donny clamber in. I guess I would be giving him a ride back too.

"Let's go," Donny said latching on his seat belt and then settling back in his seat. Just as if I had been waiting all this while twiddling my thumbs ...for him. I glared at him. Then realised that was ineffective  from behind my raybans but then Rachel Matthews, who I had been waiting for, clambered into the back seat. So I kept mum and waited for her to buckle up before I turned the four wheel drive around and ambled off to join the queue of vehicles leaving the school.

The track singles repeated. I was only a partway out of the school compound before Don burst out, "Must we listen to this all the way? Don't you have any other songs?"

I didn't. This was the only song that made any sense to me. It was as if the writer wrote it just for me. Well me and all the vampires in existence. Not that I would go about staking the lot of them.. I have friends who are vampires. Although I really wouldn't mind going on a staking rampage on all the vamps who weren't my friends. But my friends wouldn't like that either so here I was just listening to the song about my deepest but not necessarily darkest fantasises.

I pulled off at the turning to Father José. I saw no reason in having Don tag along to collect Rachel's sister. I took a quick look at Don and noted he was oblivious to our change in direction

He was focused in looking out the side mirror... which he had annoyingly commendeered for his own voyeuristic intentions of ogling at Rachel who was surprisingly silent in the back seat.

I hid the smirk I felt tugging at the corner of my lips. I didn't as a rule smile. But on occasions like this, I sometimes let the smirk get the better of me.

I pulled into Father José's drive and slammed my vehicle into park ignoring Don's groan of disgruntlement over my treatment of my vehicle. Rachel leaped out in my wake hot on my heels bent on retrieving her missing sister.

Take her. Take her and go.

I was silently just as eager for parting with Lisa, permanently.

"Alaric,  what is...."

But whatever Father José was about to say was lost in the midst of Rachel's screech," Where is she?"

My God! It must run in their family. I winced at the piercing sound. I begun to appreciate Tiny Lisa's version of it. To think I thought Rachel was the quiet one of the lot.

But she had a point.

" Where is she?" I asked looking about for signs of her ... big or small.

Father José tugged me aside and whispered furiously in my ear," What are they doing here?"

"Rachel is here to collect her sister. Don is," I shrugged indifferently," just here for the ride."

"Well she is still tiny," whispered Father José pointedly.

"What do you mean she's still tiny? Haven't you reversed the spell yet?" I glared at him.

"Its not working. Nothing is working. Its as if she is immune to magic," Father José muttered  disgruntledly.

"Well she can't be immune if she's already been resized by it," I spat out angrily. This was what I didn't need.

"Well she was not as tiny as before. She has grown a little bigger,"  admitted Father José grudgingly.

"How much bigger?" I asked but then faltered to a halt at the vision that appeared before me.

Wrapped in a handkerchief styled as a toga was a barbie sized Lisa Matthews.. who emerged clutching her hands to her ears as if in pain. No doubt she was in pain, if her sister's screeching was giving me headaches, she must be suffering with a full blown migrane.

I moved swiftly to intersect but I was too late.

All eyes had fallen on her.

There was a minute of silence then a loud thump. Donny Webber had fallen to the ground in dead faint.