Semua Bab So You Think Your Sister's a Vampire?: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Something very strange was going on with my sister. I know I’ve been saying that for over a year now, but there was something else weird going on with Cadence on the day of the blue moon. And even though I didn’t buy Brandon’s theory at all, I thought it was something major.After school on Wednesday, I contacted her to let her know what I’d discovered. She was very complimentary of my sleuthing techniques and seemed to welcome the information, but she was definitely distracted. I tried to ask her about the blue moon, but she sort of played it off, only telling me that she did think the Vampires’ odd discussions might have something to do with that, and now we could have a baseline of their topics of discussion to check against after the blue moon.I spent Wednesday evening in my room, listening to the world. I know it sounds silly, but that’s what I was doing. I wasn’t necessarily trying to tune into the Vampire chatter so muc

I sat stoic, staring at a spot on the carpet a few feet in front of me. I felt Brandon shift so that his arm was around me, but I didn’t look up. I didn’t know what to think or feel. The number four popped into my head. Four people dead now. Four people gone. I supposed that number would just keep growing.“Well, that is… shocking,” Mom muttered, as she handed the letter to Dad, who had tears in his eyes. I could see them twinkling when I finally pulled my eyes off the carpet long enough to look at him. I dropped my eyes again. My dad didn’t cry often, but I couldn’t blame him for shedding some tears over his own mother.“I know it’s all very surreal. I am having a little trouble accepting it myself.” Cadence said, sniffling. I glanced over at her, wondering what it had been like to walk into Grandma’s house. I still didn’t know where Cadence had been before that, when she’d met up with Aaro

Elliott Sanderson was sitting on the sofa in my movie room, alive and well. I was having trouble believing it, and I don’t think I was the only one. Brandon sat down on the wraparound sofa about as far away from his dad as possible, and I had no problem sitting between them, though in this case I chose to sit closer to Elliott, in case I needed to pinch him or something.“So how are you, lil girl?” he asked, his eyes giving away his concern. “I heard you had a little adventure.”I absently wondered why I was “lil” but my adventure was “little” while I thought about a response. Apparently, one of the million things I needed to tell him had already been told. “Yeah, I had a little run in with a Vampire or two. I’m fine,” I replied, shrugging like it was no big deal. I really didn’t want to talk about myself, relive everything right now. I wanted to hear about him.That wasn’t going

I didn’t sleep well that night. Perhaps it was the fact that I’d taken a two hour nap during Office Space. Perhaps it was the fact that Elliott was downstairs, no longer the prisoner of an urn. Perhaps it was the fact that the guy I’d been falling for over the last three months had tried to kiss me, and I’d been dodgier than Jessie James.The next morning, I decided it was time to have a conversation with someone about my concerns. I knew my choices were limited. Talking to my mother about how I was feeling about life in general, about Brandon, about being left behind would’ve been about the same as talking to a pleasantly painted wall. It might look nice, but I wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I could talk to Elliott about how I was feeling trapped in my own life, but I definitely couldn’t talk to him about his own kid. While Aaron was likely the best option for all of these topics, he was even more distant now than he had b

I glanced at the time on my IAC as I flew down the stairs. It was just past 7:00, which gave me about thirty minutes to try to talk to my parents before I had to get ready for school. I wondered if my dad would even go to work today. For that matter, I wondered if I was even going to school. I assumed it depended upon what Dad and Aunt Lorraine had discussed the night before. One thing was certain: I needed to talk to them about moving to headquarters before I chickened out.I was surprised to see both of my parents sitting in their recliners in the living room when I reached the bottom of the stairs. My dad was reading a newspaper, and my mom had a novel in her hands. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw her reading a book in the morning, especially not when we had company. Noise from the kitchen, along with the scent of something either cooking or burning—possibly both—piqued my curiosity even more.“Mom?” I said getting both of my pa