All Chapters of So You Think Your Sister's a Vampire?: Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

If Heather noticed me choking, she didn’t say anything. We were in the lobby now. I called the elevator with my IAC, a little disappointed that my friend Juan Diego wasn’t hanging out in the lobby so I could practice my horrible Spanish, but it was just as well. I needed to get to Brandon’s apartment. He’d asked me a few minutes ago if I was headed that way, and when I’d said yes, I imagined he’d gone ahead and started lunch.Heather hummed along to the Muzak in the elevator, some deranged version of “Stairway to Heaven” that was barely recognizable. We didn’t talk anymore, and when I got to my floor, I smiled and waved so as not to interrupt her jamming out to the chorus and bounded off to Brandon’s apartment. Despite my recent disposition, I was excited to see him. I knocked on the door with a little extra bounce in my step.He pulled the door open with a smile. “Hello, beautiful,” he said in his

Standing in front of the entire leadership team at the front of the room where Aaron and Cadence normally sat was more than a little intimidating for me. Even though Elliott was right in front of me, and Jamie was to my side, I still felt nervous. Hannah and Aurora looked friendly enough, as if they were glad that I was there to talk about my findings. Christian’s expression was a mix between loathing and boredom I’d rather not dissect.I had all of my facts straight. I’d gathered all of the numbers. I knew exactly what we were up against—or at least I thought I did. And yet, standing there in front of them with my stack of papers, I felt like a middle school girl presenting at the science fair.Words were coming out of my mouth, though. Numbers. Cases I’d discovered. I mentioned Havel’s poor wife and the newspaper. I told them about some others that were gone. I mentioned that I’d used Christian’s methods to verify all o

“Cassidy Elizabeth,” Elliott continued, pointing his finger at me in an accusatory fashion. “So help me, if you do anything of that sort, I swear I’ll fly over there and track you down myself, and when I do, it will not be pretty!” I scoffed at him, like he was going to hurt me. But still, there was a look in his eyes that let me know he meant business. “The last thing I wanna do is call your sister during the one vacation she’s taken since she started, the first one Aaron has taken in centuries, to tell them that our campus runaway is on the lam again. Don’t you dare!”My outrage morphed into defiance for a second as I wanted to yell at him that he wasn’t the boss of me. But I knew I wasn’t going over there by myself. “I told you, I’m not!” I shouted back at him, crossing my arms.“Good. You’d better not!”“You’re not my dad, Elliott!” I could

Training was a no go the next day. My alarm went off, and I stopped it without opening my eyes, using my powers, and then buried my head back underneath the pillow. Sleep had been fleeting, and I’d tossed and turned most of the night, thinking about the missing people, the Vampires, whether or not I should contact Cadence, my fights with Brandon. And Alex.So when I finally got up around 10:00, I had a lot of missed messages on my IAC from my friends checking on me. Aurora wanted to make sure I was okay since I hadn’t gone to the gym. On Saturdays, she just works with the newer people, or the ones who really need it, and those aren’t always the same people. She usually only has a handful of recruits, but I think she likes it when I’m there because we can laugh and joke around a little while the others are working out. I wasn’t in any mood to cut up with her at the moment.I told her I was fine. Told all of my friends hey and I’d chat

Giving Christian a minute, I tried to calm my rage a little and look at this from a different perspective. He wanted to help me, didn’t he? So why was I attacking him? Hadn’t he suffered enough at my hand already? It’s not like we could go back now and change what he’d done. The least I could do was try to remain reasonable while he potentially attempted to atone for his mistakes. “What is it?” I asked, hoping he’d elaborate on why he wanted to know more about what I’d found out.His serious expression became even more so as he cleared his throat and raised his eyes so they were at my face level again. “You can’t repeat what I’m about to tell you.”“Oh, good. More secrets.” Maybe I was wrong with what I’d thought before and he didn’t deserve any compassion.“Cassidy, I’m serious. Believe me, you’ll be glad to hear it. But I won’t tell you at al