Gregory's Angel Chapter 4

  I carefully opened my eyes, afraid if I looked down, my stomach wouldn't emptied its contents.
  We were flying high in the sky now, the moon bright and silvery in our eyes. Rudolph clutched me in one hand, Tony in the other. I couldn't figure out how he could hold two people while flying. Must be some weird vampire trait.
  Tony was smiling and cheering. I glared at him. How could he let some stranger into the house? He's so dead when we get home.
  Rudolph landed lightly on Dad's blimp, which was centered in front of Lord McAshton's mansion. I stared at it, my questioning thoughts dizzying my focus.
  I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Rudolph. "Are you okay?" he asked, obviously concerned. I nodded lightly, afraid to open my mouth.
  He didn't seem satisfied with my answer, but he climbed down into a sitting position.
  Tony pointed to the stars in awe, and Rudolph began explaining things about his family. From what I heard, he had an older brother named Gregory, an older sister named Anna, a mother named Freda, and a father named Fredrick.
  "Cool names," I murmured, laying my head on the cool fabric of the blimp.
  Rudolph suddenly stood up. "Come on. We need to get going," he said, holding out both of his cold hands to us.
  I flinched as I grabbed one, and he flew off. I felt the familiar lurch in my stomach as we soared.
  A couple of minutes later, the same truck that tried to run my brother over came into view, it's headlights beaming brightly. Rudolph cringed, and flew in the oppisite direction, toward the graveyard.