Page 64 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
Cold spreads through me, my skin prickling with goosebumps.
“Beatrice, are you ok in there?” Courtney asks. “Why is it all red? Beatrice—”
The light vanishes with the apparition, and my phone buzzes several times.
Dennis: Are you ok?
Dennis: Come outside.
Dennis: Please
I ignore him and open the door. Courtney is waiting with her hand braced on the frame.
“What was that?”
She looks terrified, and I want to warn her about the ghost, but nausea waves through me.Too close. Too close to the veil and the truth.I know she wouldn't believe me anyway.
“I was seeing if I could freak you out.” I hold up my phone that’s going off with texts. “I wanted to try the whole red glowy light thing.”
“I just met you,” she says. “That’s so weird. Look,” she laughs incredulously. “I think you should leave.”
“Ok, that’s fair.” I adjust my clothes and check to make sure all signs of the lady in red are gone from the bathroom before heading for the door. “For what it’s worth, you’re really cool, and if I wasn’t such a weirdo this would have been awesome.”
She stands in silence as I leave.
I run down the stairs, gulping down air when I make it out into the sultry autumn night. I don’t have anywhere to stay now, so I need Dennis to pick me up with my tail between my legs. I walk around front to text him, but I see him sitting on the curb with Darling curled up by his side.
His eyes are shadowed when he tilts his chin to look at me. He looks stressed and slightly distraught with his hair all messed up like he’s been running his fingers through it.
Relief floods through me when our eyes meet, and I’m not sure if it’s his relief, or mine, or both of ours mixed together.
“Are you alright?” he asks softly.
I nod.
“Let's go find Martha."
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HUNTINGDON'S LADY IN RED: PART 2
“Ithink you need to fill me in on whatever I missed up there,” Dennis says, blinking toward the upper level of the dorm building.
“How did you know where I was?” I ask, moving to sit next to him and Darling. She climbs on my lap for a second, then goes back to Dennis. Traitor.
“I could feel you.”
“Oh,” I whisper, then catch myself thinking too hard about the effects of our bond. I drum my fingers on my knees to settle my thoughts and tell him everything that happened in Courtney’s room. Well, almost everything. I leave out the parts I’m sure he felt and keep my focus on the creepy scene in the bathroom.
“Were you thinking of Martha when this happened?”
I was thinking of Dennis while I was falling into bed with Courtney, so Martha was the furthest thing from my mind when she showed up. But our situation is sticky enough as it is. He doesn’t need to know every thought that pops into my head.
“Nope. We were kissing, and our ghost lady showed up when I went to freshen up in the bathroom.”
“Just kissing?”
The way he tilts his chin makes his eyes seem glassy beneath the campus lights.
