Vampire by Richie Tankersley Cusick

Author:Richie Tankersley Cusick
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Media

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Bats?” Brandon sounded strange and only half coherent, and for one awful second Darcy was afraid he’d hang up.

“In my room—all over my room. Jake’s not even here, I don’t know where he is—” Her voice broke and struggled for composure. “I was afraid maybe you weren’t home.”

“I … was asleep,” he said quietly. “Where do you think I’d be at this hour? Stay downstairs. I’ll be right over.”

Darcy nodded at the receiver and sat a moment just holding it, as if somehow Brandon’s strong voice was still there on the line. She’d closed the door leading up to the attic, but now her eyes fastened on it again, waiting for the soft thud of little bodies on the other side. When nothing happened, she hung up the phone and covered her face with her hands. Where was Jake? A vision of his bloody clothes … his bloody hand … floated into her mind, and she forced it away. Oh, Brandon, please hurry.… When she looked up to see him standing in the doorway, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“God, you scared me to death! How did you get in?”

“I know where Jake hides an extra key.” He looked surprised at her outburst. “I thought I’d save you the trouble.”

He still looked sleepy, his dark eyes hazy, his hair soft and tousled around his shoulders. He’d thrown on some clothes in a hurry, and his shirt hung unevenly where he’d buttoned it wrong. In spite of everything, Darcy started to smile.

“You look ridiculous,” she said.

“Not you,” Brandon returned, staring at her. “You look great.”

“You are still asleep,” Darcy scolded, hugging an old bathrobe around her that she’d grabbed from a chair in Jake’s room. As Brandon’s eyes traveled appreciatively over her body, she flushed and sat down on the couch.

“Please don’t look at me,” she said.

“Why not?” Brandon grinned. “You’re the nicest thing I’ve seen all day.”

Remembering his earlier confrontation with Liz, Darcy firmly changed the subject. “The bats, Brandon. How did they get in? How are we going to get rid of them?”

“Are you all right?” Brandon was still staring, and she nodded. “Honest? You’re sure?”

“Yes. Just please get those things out of my room.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He started up the stairs, paused, and looked back over his shoulder. “You know, if I really was Dracula, all I’d have to do is say the word, and they’d obey me and all fly away.”

“Then why don’t you try it?”

“Okay, here goes.”

She heard her bedroom door open, and then his exclamation of disgust. For a moment there was silence, then his voice boomed out, “Be gone!” As she waited expectantly, she heard a flurrying sound, and then his rapid footsteps back down the stairs.

“Well?” She sat forward as he gave a sheepish grin.

“Well … they must have known I was an impostor.”

“Great. Now what are we going to do?”

“I can’t figure out how they got in.” He frowned. “But maybe—if we can get the screen off—they’ll go back outside.

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