[bloodcreature]

Here is part two:

“What happened?” Danny asked perplexed by the scene.

“You’re what’s wrong! You brought that damn bottle in the house and it exploded. So it’s your fault!” Maria screamed hysterically.

Danny couldn’t believe a harmless bottle could explode, and thought maybe Marie had busted it somehow. Serves her right for messing with my find.

It made him angry, but he faked concern and acted apologetic.

“I’m sorry…” Danny said.

“You will be sorry!” Maria interrupted. “I can’t see out of my eye because of you!”

Danny finally calmed her down enough to take her to the ER. The doctors rushed her to emergency surgery. After a couple hours of surgery the doctor walked into the waiting room. He told Danny they managed to save the eye but her vision wouldn’t be the same. Also, that she needed stitches in several place and they would keep her overnight for observation.

Danny felt uneasy that Marie almost lost her eye, but relished the idea of having the house to him self for the night. It had been a long time since he had the house alone. Danny remembered a couple of years back when he had the house all to him self. A time when Marie had and affair and left him for a month.

The memory still stung and Danny had never fully recovered from the shock and hurt of Marie’s infidelity.

Danny reluctantly walked into the recovery room. He felt bad for her even though she was a fat bitch. He just couldn’t gain back the respect he once had for his wife.

“Um, Maria?” He hoped she wouldn’t yell at him. “Are you awake?”

He saw Maria’s right eye covered in thick white bandages. When she heard his voice Maria slowly opened her undamaged left eye.

“Oh, it’s you! You did this to me!” Maria said.

“I didn’t have anything to do with the bottle exploding.” he said.

“But… You brought the bottle in the house. After I told you not to go snooping around in that field. But you didn’t listen.” Maria said.

She lowered her head and began to sob. Danny stood motionless not knowing what to do. After a few minutes the sobs stopped and she looked at Danny with her good eye. The gaze was piercing and accusing.

“Danny I want a divorce. Your crazy.” She said

“Oh come on… I’m sorry.” Danny said. “Look. I will go get you a few things from the house and sneak in some cigarettes.” Danny didn’t like the big “D” word even if she bitched and ate all the time, and might leave him again if she took a notion.

“You do that and we can go from there but I refuse to stay married to a nut!” Maria said.

Danny held his head down, turned, then walked silently out of the room. He hated when she yelled at him. He felt that she didn’t have any right to be mad at him, because it was she that had betrayed him.

It had gotten dark outside as Danny drove back home. An excitement seized him as he saw the orange glow of the square lights in the field again. He thought if the lights were still there when he came back then he would stop for a minute and discover their origin.

He packed a few Twinkies and a change of clothes for Maria. He held her dress in the air marveling at how big. He couldn’t believe how Marie had let herself go.

As he drove back toward the hospital the ominous orange glows where still shining their eerie glow. They were like beckons calling for Danny to find them. He didn’t hesitate to pull off the road and walk into the bottoms toward the lights. As he walked closer, he thought he could see the shape of a house. He paused a moment to stare and study the silhouette he thought was there.

Danny cautiously walked closer and realized it was a house, an old stone house to be exact. He knew this house was not here during the daytime. He imagined the house looking like the stone house described in the Alexandria web site.

He looked at the tree line for reference, confirming his discovery. The old stone house was in the same area he found the bottle. In the silence he began to hear voices coming from the house and shadows moving among one of the lights. It was obvious the orange, squares were windows in the house.

Danny didn’t have much time to celebrate, because he heard something come from the house.

“Paw, I see sump’n in the field.” Said a concerned woman’s voice.

Danny saw two shadows standing in the window; he stopped dead in his tracks. He noticed the voice talked a different accent. Although, he could tell it was a woman talking.

His heart began racing and he could hear the blood flow inside his head. Danny could do nothing but stand still, hoping they would think he was an animal. Danny knew he should run but he couldn’t. Then he heard a man’s voice.

“Yeah, I sees it. I think it one of dem injens. I bet he’s wantn’ to steel our horse.”

Danny spurred by the fact there where more than two people in the house moved his body into a crouch. His fear of being seen over rode his fear of moving. Danny felt exposed in the large open field.

How can this be? How can there be a house with people! It’s shouldn’t be here! Now they see you, you idiot! Danny’s mind screamed over and over.

Danny couldn’t believe his ears. He wasn’t an injen and didn’t want to steal their horse. He noticed the man talked in the same funny accent. Than noticed one of the shadows leave the square of light only to return with a long object. Danny realized it was a gun; the shadow in the window leveled it in his direction.

Out of sheer reflex Danny took of running. He no longer cared about the house; Danny only cared about getting home and he didn’t want shot. Again. His grandpa shot him in the leg while hunting, and he didn’t want that feeling again.

He heard the woman’s voice yell ugently.

“Hurry, Paw, shoot’m before e’ gits’ away!”

Danny was running for his life when he heard the first shot. He felt a sharp pain in his right arm but continued running like a rabbit chased by a hound dog.

Damn! There’s that feeling again. Danny, you are a dumb ass.

“Ya missed paw! Now e’s gettn’ away!” Yelled the woman’s voice.
Danny didn’t stop running until he reached the truck. He climbed inside and sped off peeling gravel and swerving as he returned to the pavement.

Danny pissed his pants. He could feel another wetness running down his right arm. It was blood from where the bullet had grazed him.

“Oh, great. How will I explain this to Maria.” He thought as he drove on to town.
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