Jessie's Revenge by Tyler White (classic books for 12 year olds TXT) 📕

cold hand stroked Tyler's back. "It'll all be fine once we find a way to help you out." I thought about Scar and knew she was probably worried and scared.
"We need to get home quick so
Scar doesn't worry too much." Tyler smiled and stuck his arms out so we could lift him. "Your the best," he whispered warily. "I do the best I can." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we carried him. The vampire scent clung to his skin and sweat drizzled down his pale face.
He tripped and fell on his face, giving up. "Tyler, we have to keep going, were almost there," he shook his head and pulled away from my grip on his hand. "Leave me. I deserve it." "No you don't!" "I said, "leave me behind." "NO!" "YES!" His face was full of anger as he tried to stay calm. "Tyler, I'm not going to lose you."I hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek.
"Fine. I'll go." Jessie flashed a smile and looked into Tyler's eyes, "You haven't noticed me yet!" His eyes locked with her's. He laughed and hugged her. "It's so nice to see you!"
"I'd love to have family time but we need to get home, now!" Tyler nodded and crawled with Jessie and I. The fresh air finally got to us and we felt free without danger coming for us.
We ran across the valley out of the forest. When we ambled out, there was a crowd of werewolves surrounding a body. I howled loudly and asked, "What are you doing!" They stared at me without interest and answered in unison, "Eating!" I didn't mind so I shrugged and left them.
I stepped through the front door and our house was a wreck. Mud trails tracked into the rooms, plates and bowls fell, glass covered the floor, mirrors broken, curtains torn, and spray painted everywhere was, Were coming for you

. I gasped and checked my room where I left Scar. The blankets were torn and the window was wide open.

Chapter 4

I screamed and tore open the handles for the closet. The hinges broke and the rotted wood flew. "SCAR!!!" I sobbed and fell to the floor, covering my face with my sweaty hands. Scar was gone. Taken by vampires. I didn't know when I would see her again but I hoped it would be soon.
A hand stroked my hair. I jumped and saw a vampire sitting beside me. He was beautiful. His face was pale white and his eyes glowed a pretty glossy caramel color. His eyebrows were thick and he was skinny. His skinny lips curved into a devilish smile.
"Well, well, well. A sobbing little girl. Where's your sister? I don't see her around." He gripped my arm and sniffed my hair. "Smell of werewolf. I should have realized. Your sister is quite squirmy. She won't sit still. We fed her blood and made her run a couple miles. She is very bratty and snobby though," he smiled and pulled me away from the closet.
"What have you done with my sister?!" I yelled in his face. He merely smiled and spoke, "Well, hard to explain. We stole her and then made her like a servent. We also hypnotized her and made her behave and listen to us." "You monsters!" "That's what we are, honey."
My head raced with ideas on how to save Scar. There was really nothing. My mind went blank and then I saw a flash of light, a blue figuire, and a knife.

. . .
I lifted my head and tried to open my eyes. They seemed sewn shut but finally I was able to see a blur of people. Tyler crying, Jessie wiping her face, Hawk, Sarri, Xavier, Louis, Wiley, Andrew, Mrs.
Williams, and Mr. Williams. "W-w-w-what i-i-is g-g-oing o-o-on?" I croaked out, my voice was dry and I could barely speak.
"Your O.K." Tyler whispered, he crouched down beside me and wrapped his arms around my neck, almost choking me. "Tyler, choking me." I said in a playful tone, he laughed and it seemed as though we were the only people there. "What happened?" "Jessie found you being tortured so she took a knife from the kitchen and stabbed the vampire, then you were in shock and passed out." "Oh." I felt dizzy as I held my head.
"Where are we? And why is the family here?" He smiled and nodded somewhere towards the left. We were in the kitchen. And I was laying on the table. How embarassing!
"We have to go find Scar, Tyler," "I know. We will." He picked me up and set me on my feet, I tripped and almost fell but Tyler was quick. He grasped my arms and shot back up. I thought about young Eliza and how awful it must be like living with vampires roaming around. Her frail body being trashed by them. I imagined her soft velvet face, and her lovely blue eyes. The tears would be streaming down her cheeks which were as red as an apple.
The door slammed behind us and a storm was headed our way. The clouds were filled with rain and the sky was a grayish purple. Tyler clutched my hand and ran ahead, checking on my pace. "Tyler...Slow down." I panted, tugging back on his hand, he jerked backwards and fell on me. "Sorry," He wiped the sides of his hands on his pants and scrubbed the sweat off his brow. His brown hair was plastered to his skin from sweat and the back was ruffled together.
"C'mon Tyler, we have to keep goin'," He sighed gently and kept running. We knew where the vampires lived so we had to go there, even though it was miles away. "Stop," a voice came from out of nowhere. Jessie appeared and had her hands on her hips, "Were you really going to leave without your old pal?" She smirked and winked. "Sorry Jessie, we forgot. It's not that we didn't want you to come we just. Didn't think." "Your darn right you didn't think!"
Jessie's brown ghostly hair whipped in front of her cloudy eyes. She walked beside me and held my hand as if we were five years old again. Her coldness peirced through my skin and the lightness of her hand sent chills up my spine. The blades of grass cut through my feet and the blood rushed down.

Chapter 5
Images of Scar raced through my brain and I thought about the vampire stroking my hair. I missed Scar already and I needed her back home. Tyler looked determined, his face set and his eyebrows narrowing. His lips twitched but his pace was perfect. We knew where the vampires rested and where they lived so it wouldn't be that hard finding them. They lived in a nice palace like the Volturi palace in New Moon, this book I read.
The palace was in sight and I saw the guards in front, holding a large gun that held silver bullets. Knowing that, we probably couldn't go in without an excuse. The guards stared at us and smirked, their long blood red cloaks swaying in the gentle breeze. "What are you here for, young one's?" One of them asked, his english accent blarring in my ears. "We need to speak to one of the vampires." I said, thinking of a terrible lie.
"Which vampire?" He asked, cocking his head to one side. "Umm. I can't specificly say a name but I can give you a description. Short bronze hair with caramel eyes and a long fingernails. Also a zit on his nose and-" "Ahh, yes, Varkis. He has been expecting you."
The silver gate opened with a loud creak and the tall palace was right in front of us. The windows were polished with silver shine and the door was made of cherry wood. I had always wanted to live here but I was glad to own our land, where us werewolves could run free.
I heard a girls screams from inside and knew that this was the place they kept Scar hostage. Tyler led the way as Jessie and I followed behind, wondering what was coming. As I stepped inside, the smell of fresh blood filled my nose. Tyler sneezed and rubbed his nose on his shirt sleeve. Rolling my eyes, I wondered where Scar was.
Doors crowded the inside and thousands of hungry vampires ran through the hallways at lightning speed. I inhaled and closed my eyes, praying that this was only a dream. Sadly, it wasn't a dream, I figuired that out when Tyler slapped me on the back.
A tall door opened softly and a beautiful vampire walked out, coming towards us. "Varkis is waiting for you. He's very excited," the vampire chuckled and made us follow him down a large, dark corridor, filled with paintings of vampires down the line starting from the 1400's. The vampire stopped at one of the paintings and sighed softly, "That was my great-grandfather. He was a great man and knew everything about the war."
The vampires great-grandfather was old and his gray skin was wrinkly and withered, his bulging black eyes twinkled and his shabby white hair slicked back with grease. He stood broad and tall and frowned, his lip popping out.
I stared at the man and before I could ask what his name was and when this painting was painted, the vampire answered, "His name was Criton Slova and the man who painted this was his best friend, Hamlet Ritton. Hamlet painted this in 1791 but then right after he finished, he was mad at Criton because he did everything for him and Criton never did anything. They went their seperate ways and never saw eachother again."
The vampire stared at his black leather shoes, forgetting about Varkis.