So You Think Your Sister's a Vampire? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

The end of October and the beginning of November seemed to drag on like an old man accompanying his wife to the beauty parlor. No matter how desperately I wanted time to move along, it continued at a pace that would make snails seem speedy.No one at school had anything negative to say about me again, though, at least not where I could hear them. Liam showed up with a real nice shiner the Monday after Holt’s party, and he tried to tell everyone he ran into a doorknob, but it didn’t matter because there were enough witnesses to know the truth. Brandon had managed to erase or replace any memory of my fangs from Liam’s mind, so at least he didn’t go around telling everyone he thought I was a Vampire. And on Halloween, when Lucy insisted it would be great for me to actually go as a Vampire and use my real fangs, I said no thanks and stayed at home passing out candy to little kids, dressed like my former self, a high school student who desperately wanted to

Christian was behind his computer—which was meganormous—when we walked in. It’s seriously the biggest desktop monitor I’ve ever seen in real life. He didn’t look up at first, and I remembered that he really isn’t unattractive. He has dark blonde hair and a fairly handsome face. He’s tallish and muscular, of course. But there’s just something about when he looks at me that makes me think he would be very happy driving around a neighborhood in a white van looking for kids to help him find puppies. I’m not sure what it is that makes me feel that way either, which I think makes it worse. Maybe it’s because I heard the story about him recording my sister before I actually had a chance to meet him.He looked up at us and didn’t smile, and then I remembered. It’s because he’s creepy.“Hey, Christian,” I said, taking a few steps inside the room, not holding on to Brandon but bumping up ag

“You’re hearing what?” Cadence asked, standing in front of me with her arms crossed, a look of disbelief marring her pretty face.I was still sitting on Jamie’s examination table, but the doctor was standing next to my sister and my parents now, Brandon sitting next to me, his hand bumped up against mine. Aaron was across the room, and I couldn’t tell if he wasn’t right up in my business like everyone else because he didn’t think he belonged there or because somehow he already knew what we needed to discuss.“I know, it sounds nuts…” I began.“No, it doesn’t,” Brandon cut me off. “It sound remarkable.”I looked at him and smiled. “They’re just whispers, fragments of sentences, nothing I can even understand.”“Wow. Just… wow,” my mom said, her mouth agape much like my sister’s had been up until a moment ago.&l

That night, my mom made baked chicken (only my mom would go grocery shopping while she’s on vacation) and we had a nice meal in the borrowed apartment. As much as everyone seemed nonchalant and genuinely carefree, I had so many things on my mind. About halfway through dessert, I asked, “So when do I get to start my training?”“Oh, Cassidy,” my mother exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Can you just slow down a little bit?”“Why?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even. “I think it would be beneficial for me to start while I’m here this week. I don’t have anything else to do.” I shrugged and looked from my sister’s disapproving face to Aaron’s. He looked somewhat more likely to agree with me, as usual.“Are you sure you even want to?” Cadence asked. “It’s a lot of work. Just ask Brandon.”I turned to my right and looked at him. “Yeah, it is

After we stuffed ourselves on pizza, Brandon said, “Come on. We’ve got an appointment.” I raised an eyebrow at him but took his hand as he led me to the door. I had no idea where we were going. In fact, we hadn’t even talked about Aaron the entire time we’d been eating, choosing to swap high school drama stories instead. Brandon had a few doozies, even though he generally kept away from drama. So, I had no idea where he was taking me, but I went along, thinking it might have something to do with the great mystery both of us were trying to solve.“Any idea when your sister is going to teach you how to use your IAC?” he asked as we walked along.“Nope. I haven’t even spoken to her today,” I admitted. “I think I can probably figure it out on my own, though.”“Yeah, it’s really not that hard, once you know the basic commands. And there’s some really cool stuff in the archives,