“CASSIDY FINDLEY! DO NOT LET HIM CONVINCE YOU EVERYTHING IS FINE! IT IS NOT!!!”
Lucy’s words brought the wall I’d built around my mind crashing down. How had I just sat there and let Dr. Elliott Sanderson convince me that everything was just hunky dory when Drew was dead, Cadence was weird, creatures were crawling in and out of her window, leaping form the second story at all times of night, and something was up with Jack? I slipped my phone into my pocket and shook my head violently to clear it. “NO!” I shouted.
Dr. Sanderson was standing next to the coffee table. He turned and looked at me as if I was the one who had suddenly turned into a monster. “Beg your pardon?” he asked, his eyes wide.
I grabbed my head between my hands. Before I could say anything else, my mom came rushing in from the kitchen. “Cassidy, are you all right?”
“She’s fine,” Elliott assured her. “I thi
I stepped out, too, and closed the door behind me. Luckily, I was still wearing my coat. I just realized I’d never taken it off. “Why is that funny?”“It just is. How old do you think Aaron is?” Elliott took the three steps down to the sidewalk that ran to the porch quickly, but not nearly the speed I’d seen my sister move.“I don’t know. Twenty-five?”He stopped and spun to face me. “You think he’s younger than me?” He shook his head and mumbled something under his breath, but all I understood was “pretty boy.”Elliott continued to walk toward his motorcycle. I followed, undeterred. I had felt the shift in the tides; somehow, I had won him over, and he was going to help me. I could just feel it. He flung one long leg over the bike and rested on the seat, turning back to face me. “Cass, you’ve got to let this go. When you’re older, all of it can be explai
“So… maybe he’s just hoping you’ll call him instead of snooping around,” Lucy said just before she shoved another cheese-covered french fry into her mouth. Her full mouth should have deterred her from saying more, but it didn’t. “Maybe he’s the good cop.”“He’s not a cop.” Emma rolled her eyes. “He’s a drug dealer.”I held back a giggle. “She’s not being serious, Em. It’s just a saying. Good cop/bad cop.” Sometimes Emma couldn’t tell when people were being serious. She also wasn’t good at plays on words, puns, or idioms.“Oh,” she replied, chewing on her ham and cheese sandwich. “Well, if Elliott is the good cop, who’s the bad one?”“Aaron,” Lucy replied, sticking her finger in her mouth to remove the last bits of cheese before reaching for a napkin. “He tried to blame everything on
When I was younger, I used to get so upset that Cadence always got to sit in the front seat of Mom’s van. Once she headed off to college, the front seat had finally become mine. Now, I gleefully climbed into the back and scooted all the way over to make room for Liam, and my heart was beating through my chest.He’d come over a few times before to study, but the other times, his mom had brought him or he’d ridden his bike. He only lived about a mile away. Everyone in Shenandoah lives relatively close by; it’s a really small town.Liam climbed in and shut the door behind him. “Cool van, Mrs. F,” he said, buckling his seat belt. I had mine on already and smiled over at him, not sure what to say.“Why thank you, William,” my mom said, pulling out of the parent pick-up lane. There were not a lot of vehicles in line since most of the kids at my high school could either drive or caught rides with their friends who could d
My mom headed upstairs, and we could hear her footsteps from time to time. I figured she was cleaning a room that was already perfectly tidy. Liam glanced up at the ceiling and then cleared his throat. “So, uh, it’s too bad about what happened with Drew,” he said cautiously.“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my eyes on my algebra textbook. “She was a nice girl.”“Totally.” He took a bite of his cookie and dusted his hands off on a napkin. “Did your sister say how it happened? How she fell?”I glanced at him briefly, trying to figure out if his only purpose in being here was to find out more information about what happened with my sister. “Nope,” I replied. I double-checked that he got the same answer as me, saw that he didn’t, and tried to figure out where he’d gone wrong.“I hear she got a job in Kansas City. That’s cool.”“Yeah. Oh, I
The rest of the week flew by pretty quickly, and I didn’t really have too much of a chance to talk to my friends about what was going on except for at lunch. Since that was a public space, we had to be careful what we talked about, too. It wasn’t until Saturday that Emma and I met over at Lucy’s house so she could show us all the stuff she’d found on why people thought vampires might be real.We were sprawled out on her sofa in her bedroom, Emma in the recliner nearby, and while the TV was on, no one was watching it. Each of us had our laptops. I had my notebook, too, and Lucy had hers.“Okay, go to this website,” Lucy said, rattling off a web address. Emma and I both typed it in.“Dark Shadows?” Emma said as the page loaded in front of each of us. “How did you find this?”“I did a bunch of digging, and I found some forums where people talk about their experiences with vampires,” Lucy
“I wonder if it’s possible….” Emma stopped talking as she started typing. Lucy and I both waited for her to say more, but whatever train of thought she was on, it was concentrated on her laptop and not on what she was saying to us.“What?” Lucy asked, her voice screechy. “You wonder if what is possible?”Emma continued to be silent for a few moments. She shook her head. “Not finding anything.” She raised her eyes off of the screen and looked at Lucy before she said, “What if the reason there aren’t millions of vampires killing all of us mere humans is because they’re held in check by something, a force, or a group of people who keep them at bay?”“You mean like, Buffy the Vampire Slayer?” I asked, finally getting back into the conversation.“Or President Lincoln?” Lucy laughed, remembering how silly that movie was.Emma’s face
My phone was ringing again. With a sigh I looked down at it and then held my breath for a second before I managed to pick it up and swipe. “Hello?”“Cassidy?”“Hi, Dr. Sanderson,” I said, mostly for my friends’ benefits. They both froze and put their laptops aside again.“I was just calling to check on you, lil girl. How are you doing?”“Fine,” I muttered. What are the chances he would be calling to check in on me just a few minutes after my sister told me about Jack and that she’s going to Paris? I didn’t think this was a coincidence.“You been leavin’ well enough alone?” he asked. I glanced down at my computer, which was currently pulled up to the vampire website.“Uh, yeah,” I said, glancing over my shoulder out Lucy’s window. Could he see me?“Good.” His tone conveyed that he might possibly believe me. &ldq
My mind was so full of questions, I wasn’t sure which to ask. I knew there were certain things he wouldn’t be able to tell me, and I didn’t want to waste my one question on something he couldn’t reveal. After careful consideration, I took a deep breath and asked, “How old are you?”“Cassidy, if I tell you that, it’s just going to open a whole ‘nother can of worms and lots more questions.”“That’s okay,” I said, feeling like his non-answer was actually good information to have. “I won’t ask you anything else today, and I’ll wait for you to call me again before I ask you anything more. Come on, Elliott. Aaron can’t get mad at you for telling me how old you are, can he? I mean… it’s a simple question. Like, you can ask me, and I’ll tell you I’m fifteen.”“Yes, he can get mad at me,” Elliott replied. “He can get very