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Here Comes the Son - 3x21

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Daily Write 1/1/2017

A lot of what I’m gonna write is gonna be snippet stuff, probably based on writing prompts I find! I may continue stuff if they get interest from people, or maybe if I just enjoy them or something, dunno. It’s also mostly gonna be pretty gay so be ready for that.

And as with all of my stuff (unless I say specifically in the post) feel free to reblog, like, etc.! As long as you don’t steal it and claim it as your own. :P

There’s the prompt for what I wrote today, as seen below!

Henrietta – Ren – Charles stood outside of the small, creaky house, standing alone amidst several boarded up and condemned houses at the end of the cul-de-sac. The autumn wind was unseasonably chilly, the trees here bare while around town they were blooming and still beautiful shades of red and orange. Somehow, despite the once colorful paint on the old, derelict homes and the hints of where there was once life in the form of abandoned treehouses and swing sets, the neighborhood felt… foreboding.

“You can do this, Ren,” she whispered to herself, breathing into her cupped hands to warm them. “It’s just… it’s just a neighborhood. They’re just rumors.”

Damning rumors, of course. This street, hell, even this part of town was said to be… haunted? Some claimed it was haunted, others spread rumors more akin to a stalking ground for some sort of… creature. The whole town, located not far away in Massachusetts, always felt like an off-brand Salem to Ren, with rumors and stories and mysterious deaths, but never anything truly PARANORMAL to call its own, like its supposedly witch infested cousin.

Even Ren’s own best friend bought into the hype, though she consistently talked him down.

“You can’t SERIOUSLY be wanting to go to THAT side of town!” he had begged only hours prior. “You’ve heard… what people have said!”

“Sure,” she’d responded. “People have also said you’re a werewolf, and Mr. Brown is a witch.”

“You don’t know for sure he’s not,” Lee had said with a wilting smile. “But seriously… you can’t do this, like. Just come over to my house? We’ll play video games or watch Netflix or something.”

And yet… here she was. Alone.

There was something frightening about the neighborhood, to be sure. She paused on the sidewalk outside of the one inhabited house, listening. Whistling wind, creaking boards… but no animals. No birds chirping, no bugs chittering. Maybe that was what was so unnerving.

She pulled her jacket tighter and made her way up the drive, passing the mailbox with the broad, stark letters emblazoned on the side: BLACK.

Charlotte Black. An enigma, a right curiosity at Ren’s school. It made her sick to her stomach. No matter how weird or quiet the girl was, it gave her classmates no right to make fun of her, torment her, steal her things or deface her locker. It was disgusting.

Though, living here… No. No, she wouldn’t let those thoughts get into her head. Charlotte wasn’t some kind of freak to be made fun of, some sideshow curiosity to be prodded and poked for amusement. She was just a girl who went to high school, whose parents had… questionable choice in real estate.

As she climbed the steps, Ren was amazed this house wasn’t condemned with the rest on the street. Some windows were boarded up, others had rustling, moth-ridden curtains that seemed to be decades old. As she watched, shadows moved beyond. Some bizarre thing must be casting… shuddering shadows. Nothing human moved like that.

She stopped, heart nearly beating out of her chest, and closed her eyes tight, clenching her fists. Deep breaths, Ren, she reminded herself. In and out. She took her phone out of her pocket, managing to wrench open one eye to look down at the screen. Her lock screen showed her and Lee taking a silly selfie, and unlocking it showed a single text. “Okay!! :)” She drew in another deep and ragged breath, pocketing the phone and marching up the steps, rapping hard on the door several times.

It seemed to echo through the house, and the wood seemed to groan in response. After a moment, there was a click, and the door inched open, just a tiny bit. Ren blinked, pushing open the door and peering around inside.

This place… had to be condemned. Or at least violating some serious health laws. It looked as if no one had set foot in the living room for years, a thick layer of dust covering everything inside. A few footprints led to and from the door through the dust, and… handprints, barely visible, lined the walls. Why were there HANDPRINTS? And how did… they get so high up the walls?

Her phone buzzed and she cried out, covering her mouth quickly before wrestling the phone out of her pocket.

“Are you there?” Lee’s text read.

“Fucking christ lee yes I’m here,” she responded. “This place is spooky as hell” She shoved the phone in her pocket, steeling herself again and making her way deeper into the house. Part of her wanted to call out, to see if Charlotte was living in this kind of house… and another didn’t want to notify anything living here that WASN’T Charlotte. Her phone buzzed and she cursed.

“No shit its spooky dingdong, its a haunted fucking house. Can you just come home? Please???”

“No, shut up, its fine,” she replied, scowling. “Its all good, you can have my computer if i die if you promise not to bog it down with too much creepy hentai shit”

“Excuse me.” She spun and cried out, dropping her phone, only to see a figure snatch out and catch it before it hit the ground. “Who are you.” She took a step back, the man in the doorway imposing and gaunt. He had straight, black hair, incredibly pale skin, and piercing eyes. His question was more of a statement.

“R-Ren,” she squeaked. “H-Henrietta Charles, um, s-sir,” she managed. He arched an eyebrow, handing her phone back delicately.

“Ren, is it?” he asked. “Follow me.” He moved deeper into the house, and she could swear he wasn’t making any footsteps.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT,” she typed quickly. “I THINK A FUCKING VAMPIRE LIVES HERE???” She pocketed the phone before the man could see anything, and he led her to a doorway leading down into the basement.

“Um, are… we going down there?” she asked. He gave her a short look before descending into the dark. “FOLLOWING HIM INTO THE BASEMENT I GUESS?? HOLY SHIT UHHHHH BRB??” As she sent the text, the screen lit up with a call, showing Lee’s name. She sighed and slid “ignore” before following the man into the basement.

The stairs were… far longer than she expected. At some point, they reached a landing and went the OPPOSITE way, for what should’ve been at least a few more floors. Finally, at the bottom, was an enormous wooden door with a single lock. She felt the phone buzz and glanced at it as the man began to unlock the padlock.

“REN I STG IF YOU DONT COME HOME RN IM CALLING THE COPS IM SERIOUS”

“Its all fine, no worries, see you in a bit” She sent, shuddering and turning off the vibration on her phone before pocketing it for the last time.

“Welcome to our home,” the man said, smirking and opening the door into a large open room. It was a beautifully decorated living room, far more lived in and lavishly decorated than the upstairs. Not a speck of dust in sight, and all the upholstery on the curtains and furniture was stitched immaculately. “Charlotte,” the man called in a surprisingly booming voice. “Your friend is here.”

“Coming!” came a soft voice, followed by a giggle.

“Um, so,” Ren muttered softly. “Are you like… Charlotte’s dad?” The gaunt man raised an eyebrow. “O-or, like, an uncle or… uhh. Caretaker…?”

“I am her adoptive father,” he replied softly, looking away.

“Oh! Okay, cool. Cool.” She fidgeted nervously. “So you like… single dad, or married…?”

“Married,” came a voice to her left, making her jump and cry out. She turned to see another man, larger than the gaunt one, and far more athletically built. He was broad and had light facial hair, the same rusty brown as the hair on his head.

“Oh, my god,” Ren chuckled, clutching her chest. “S-sorry, you just scared the sh- er, I mean, you scared me pretty bad. Sorry.” The brunette man smiled and Charlotte’s adoptive father rolled his eyes.

“My name is Luke, and this is Isaac,” the brunette said, holding out a hand.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, of course,” Ren said, shaking his hand. His grip was ice cold and she shivered lightly at the touch, causing Luke to smile again. “Nice to meet you both.” She paused and rubbed her neck.

“You’re wondering,” Luke smiled.

“H-huh?”

“You can ask,” he shrugged.

“O-oh. Um. Are you vampires?” Luke’s eyes widened and Isaac visibly recoiled.

“What?” Luke asked.

“Oh, um, I mean. The, uh, the pale skin and abandoned house, and like, there were handprints up on the walls?” she pointed upwards, toward the house. “And you guys live in a creepy basement. Uh. Wait, what were you expecting me to ask?”

“Is that why you’re here?” Isaac hissed softly, looming over her. “You think that Charlotte is some sort of… freak? You’ve come to ridicule her like the rest?”

“N-no! God, no!” Ren sputtered, pressing back into her chair. “No, I j-just, was- was wondering and all-”

“If you aren’t here because you think we’re…” Luke shifted uncomfortably. “Vampires… and if you aren’t here to ridicule Charlotte, what are you doing here?” Ren blinked.

“Oh. Um… well, this is… kind of awkward, I guess,” she replied, blushing. “I mean… I was thinking, like, you know, dinner and a movie since the new Star Wars just came out, and like, I saw her doodling the rebel symbol – or, fuck, I hope it was the rebel symbol, it’s gonna be real awkward if she doesn’t like Star Wars, I planned out this whole night around the movie and uh-” She froze, looking up at the two faces staring down at her. “Oh, god, is that okay?”

“You’re here… to take our daughter on a date?” Luke asked.

“Well… yeah,” she chuckled. “I mean… I mean, shit, I hope I read the way she was talking right and that she likes me. Oh god, I didn’t even think of that…”

“And if we are vampires?” Isaac asked, still looming over her, his eyes predatory.

“Well, I mean… you’re kind of scaring me, to be completely honest. Luke is, uh, like less scary. But… what do you mean what if you’re vampires?”

“You’d still want to take her out on a date?” Luke asked.

“Sure? Wait, is she a vampire too? I mean, I guess… I don’t really MIND, as long as I’m not gonna get like, bit or anything. Or… I mean, uh, wait, is she a vampire too?”

“Hey, Ren!” Charlotte said, coming out of one of the doors, grinning. Ren took in a sharp breath at the sight of her. She was wearing a long, flowing skirt and a black jacket over a pink band t-shirt. Ren had never seen her wearing much color before.

“Hey,” Ren grinned, standing. “Are you, uh, all ready to go?”

“Mhm! Ready when you are.”

“Can you wait outside, honey?” Luke said with a smile. “We’d like to talk to Ren for a moment.”

“Okay,” Charlotte nodded, smiling. “You alright with that, Ren?”

“Y-yeah, should be fine,” she smiled as the girl left the room.

“You know NOTHING about Luke and I,” Isaac hissed. “Even if your presumptuous statement of us being vampires had any measure of truth, you’d know nothing of it. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes, sir, of course,” she nodded stiffly.

“Loosen up, Isaac,” Luke said, patting the gaunt man on the shoulder. “Do you think your movie will let out by ten?”

“Oh, um, yeah I think it’s out by about 8? Maybe 8:30.”

“Bring her home by 10,” Luke smiled, giving her a smile. “And have fun, alright? If you hurt her…”

“Sir, if I may, I won’t let anyone or anything hurt her,” Ren replied, with all the courage she could muster. For a few long moments, she and Luke shared intense eye contact before he broke into a large grin.

“Good! Go, go. Don’t keep her waiting.” Ren smiled and nodded, bounding up the stairs and to the front door, where Charlotte waited.

“Are we ready?” she smiled brightly.

“Definitely,” Ren smiled, taking Charlotte’s hand in hers.