As the red hot Mustang pulled into the drive and behind Erin's VW Beetle. Erin began to panic as she realized that she would have a hard time getting out of the drive if she had to. The two unknown women had blocked her in. Erin gulped and white knuckled gripped her steering wheel. She just sat there like a frozen log.
As the dust cloud settled from the muscle car, the driver switched off the ignition and stepped out of the vehicle. Erin nearly fell to the floor...if she hadn't been holding on to the steering wheel for dear life and if she hadn't been sitting snugly in her bug. The driver was a a goddess!
As drop dead gorgeous the driver was, the passenger was exactly the opposite. The passenger looked ancient! But, on closer inspection the woman did not move like an elderly grandmother, she was very nimble and agile...and shoe-less?
Erin shook her head in an attempt to focus. She had an uneasy feeling similar to her drive to the Octagon House. Erin was apprehensive and wasn't sure about the two women; the lady and the cone.
Erin would have left before they got out, but now she was blocked in. She didn't want to get out of her car and approach them. Erin released one of her hands from the wheel and ran it through her hair. She grabbed some of her hair and pulled gently trying to come up with a plan. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to do!
Erin let out a sigh, because she didn't have to make a decision. The two women where approaching her car at the drivers side. Erin shifted her eyes to the lady and the crone and then back again. She couldn't help but think this was going to go either surprisingly well or so bad she was going to regret ever waking up and deciding to come to the Octagon House today.
The Lady approached the drivers side and tapped on the glass. Erin rolled down the window all the way. The moment she did that we wondered if she had made a mistake. But her body just felt compelled to do so. She gulped and looked at the woman, her eyes mesmerizing.
The lady let out a smile and turned her head back to the crone. "Well, isn't this girl just so polite an absolute doll."
"Mm." The crone agreed.
The lady turned back to Erin, "My polite little girl, what is your name?"
"Erin Dawson." She stated. But as she thought about the woman's words she became angry, "Hey! I'm not a little girl." She raised her voice only slightly. She didn't want to make the lady or the crone angry.
The lady blinked and cocked her head to the side.
Erin was holding her breath afraid she might have offended the lady. But when the woman laughed, Erin became more upset, her face turned red in anger and embarrassment.
The crone stood behind the lady. She grabbed her shoulder and shook her head. The crone pulled the lady to the side so that Erin could have a full view of the both the women.
The crone had her eyes trained on the Erin and she wanted to sink further into her seat and hide from the crone. "My name is Hattie." and the crone offered Erin a toothy grin. It was pleasant smile if not slightly horrendous.
"Hattie?"
"Just Hattie." The crone responded. "This." she stated indicating the woman to her left, "this is Liz."
"Just Liz." Erin offered somewhat sarcastically.
Hattie nodded, "Yes, just Liz." She paused for a moment. "Why are you here Ms. Erin Dawson?" The crone/Hattie asked.
Erin couldn't help but feel reminiscent of how Mr. Casper had addressed her.
Erin explained why she was here.
Liz looked at the girl, she wasn't as well-versed in women she was in men. Liz didn't think the girl named Erin was lying. Instead she asked Erin who 'Matthew Casper' was. Liz was not familiar with any Casper's owning the property.
Erin looked over at Liz and then looked over at Hattie. "Matt lives here with his Papa and sometimes his cousins are here too. Well actually it is like they are always here." Erin said the last bit more to herself. "I guess there family name is also Casper...I don't really know though." Erin said going off on a tangent.
"Who are these cousins?" Liz asked.
"Matt's cousins are Ania who is about 10 or something and then there is Emmeline who is about my age."
Erin did not fail to noice that when she had mentioned Emmeline, both of the women's eyes lit up.
"Huh, Emmeline. Interesting. You've met this Emmeline?" Liz asked.
Erin nodded, "Yeah! She is so sweet and nice!"
Liz looked over and began speaking to Hattie thereby ignoring the girl. "I think this girl could be of use to us."
Hattie raised her brows, "what exactly are you planning dear sister?"
"Well Hattie, I was thinking we could take this girl with us and you know." Liz paused for a second, "At the very least she could be useful to our sisters."
"Liz, if I heard you correctly you want to kidnap the girl?"
A grin crossed her face, "Yes, and don't give me that look. You know very well its not like we are saints!"
Hattie gently shook her head, "I know we are not exactly the 'good guys' per se, but you really want to kidnap a human girl?"
Liz smiled even larger and looked over to Erin who was a white as a ghost.