Page 45 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
He bends forward, groaning into the hollow of my throat as he slips another finger into me. I pause there a second, letting myself stretch around him before I slide back and start to rock on his fingers.
“Bea, you’re so wet. I—” He cuts himself off, pulling his fingers from me. I squeak out a small protest, but he holds a finger over his mouth, his jaw quivering when he catches my scent there.
“Faith is coming.”
I adjust myself quickly, shoving my frustration aside. Dennis angles his body so he stands in front of me.
The door swings open, and Faith appears at the top of the steps.
We’re in deep shit if she locks us down here.
She tightens the belt of her black satin robe and lifts her eyebrows.
“I see you found my collection,” she says. “My family told me you two were wandering about. Dennis, why did you leave the bed?”
“I didn’t want to wake you, but I was hoping to find something that might help us to make Bea’s efforts more efficient.”
If his smooth tone doesn't win her over, I don't know what will.
“Like what?”
Her hair is loose now, shining in waves over her shoulders. She’s so pretty that I have to remind myself she’s dangerous beneath that cunning smile and all the vibrant hair. If Dennis doesn't answer her questions to her liking then I suspect she won’t be such a welcoming hostess.
“Relics—any personal items a spirit might cling to. Something to help us bind them and send them beyond the veil. Objects work, but bones are better.”
Her cheek twitches as she weighs her options.
“You should have asked,” she says, pausing for several nauseating seconds. “I’ll show you to the family crypt.”
“Mmm. Thank you, gorgeous,” Dennis says, meeting her near the door. She smiles, and I have to look away when they kiss. Dennis doesn’t meet my eyes when they come up for air.
“Come along, Beatrice. It gets cold down here,” Faith says.
I follow them to the crypt, trying to keep my mind on bones and summonings, anything but the cool fingers that were just inside me and the danger I’m walking into.
18
FAMILY SECRETS
My heart still feels like it’s pounding in my throat as we follow Faith back out to the hall. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that there’s a legit crypt on her property, considering the castle dungeon vibes of the place, but it’s a weird thing to have at your house. I think I’d get uncomfortable walking past a place every day with the knowledge that my bones will be thrown into a pile there someday.
I shouldn’t be thinking about its creep factor, though. Having the bones on hand will make this part so much easier. A piece of cake.
“This is convenient for us, isn’t it, Beatrice?” Dennis asks, not taking his eyes off Faith as we step through a tunnel made from stained glass in shades of black and purple. I’m assuming it’s all UV-proof since Faith said it connects the house to the crypt, and it’s definitely daytime outside now.
“Yep,” I agree, losing the thread of conversation as I stare at the intricate designs in the glass. The whole thing looks like a floral pattern from a distance, but looking closer, I can see blood dripping from the stems of violets. I touch the outline of a skull resting in the stigma of a rose.
“It’ll be too easy,” he says, but I’m too caught up in this morbid artwork to catch what else they’re talking about. They’re reminiscing about something that happened before I was born, back when Faith was still trying to kill him. Somehow they manage to make their days of attempted murder sound like fun times. I try to tune them out.
At the end of the tunnel, there’s a thick wood door with stones stacked on the side. Dread creeps up my spine, and cold spreads over my skin.
“Beatrice,” a low voice whispers in my ear. “Do you know what he wants from you?”
I lift my shoulder, trying to rub the damp feeling out of my ear. I can hear the voices growing louder on the other side of the door.
Beatrice. Beatrice. Beatrice.
“Beatrice,” Faith says, snapping her fingers. The ghostly chorus screeches to a halt, and I jerk my head back.
