Chapter Thirteen: The Shopkeeper
The
firmness in Eliza’s voice grabbed their attention. “Roland, next time control
your temper and focus. He cannot harm
us. He has no wooden stake or any other
weapon. To properly mesmerize someone
you must push your thoughts over theirs.
Push your will. Now try it.”
“Mister
Shopkeeper, it’s not nice to bully others.
You should be more polite.”
The
man mumbled the word, “Polite.”
“Now
please go fetch that red ball. Yes. Thank you.”
Roland placed the money on the counter and continued with his practice. “Now forget you ever saw us and...
leave. Yes! Leave town.”
“Roland, wait.
You can’t just tell him to--”
Annabelle’s
voice must’ve broken the trance because the shopkeeper’s eyes opened wide with
terror. Eliza spoke up quickly. “The trance I put him under has completely
broken. He can see us for what we
truly--”
“You’re
vampires!” His face white with fear, he shouted, “Vampires are in my shop! I’m going to die! Help!”
Eliza
blocked his exit and tried to mesmerize him.
“He’s too upset. We must
flee.”
“Can
we mesmerize him while he’s unconscious?” Annabelle asked quickly.
“What?”
“Can
we mesmerize him when he’s unconscious?”
A frantic fear turned her stomach upside down as the shopkeeper’s voice
got louder and louder. She rapidly
glanced out the shop windows. Someone
had to hear him.
“Yes!”
“Good.” Annabelle sped around the shop so fast the
shopkeeper blinked. She picked up the
wooden stool and hit him over the head with it.
He dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.
“Is
he dead?” Roland asked while looking
over his body.
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