Eighteen troubled teenagers wake up one morning to an even more troubling discovery. They are all vampires...
Given the chance to correct their Scrooge like behaviors, they must accept the guidance of a keeper. Assigned to each of the eighteen, Dek...
The sounds of clicking dishes, soft chatter, and muffled curses eminate throughout the house. What is normally a somber affair has been transformed into a flurry of activity.
"Keep working people!" Willow shouts from the other side of the house. Her words compete with the clashing of pans as Hadly curses loudly. Hadly Harper, there is no way I'll ever be used to that. Puffing out a breath, a very red faced Willow appears.
"How's it going?" Willow asks.
"Uhh, it's going? Have you heard anything from Ace and Dekka?" I ask knowing that if there was new information, I'd know by now.
Both Ace and Dekka have been gone for an entire day. Bo was the last one to see Dekka, unable to truly tell us where she went. The twitch in my temples returns. They wouldn't just leave without saying anything. Something has to be very wrong.
A hand touches my shoulder causing me to flinch. Without a single word, Jett bends to pick up the picture frames I'd dropped. His silence is a comforting blanket around my shoulders. Helping me pick up the slack with my task, he rushes to help cover for me.
Having never met Willow's parents, we all had forgotten that they existed, until today. Her parents will be returning tomorrow from whatever month long vacation they were on. We have a day to clean the entire estate, hide any lingering proof that we had been vampires, and hire a whole new set of staff to help run the house. We've been assigned chores as if we're a family unit helping each other clean the house before our parents find out exactly how big the mess we made was.
My job is putting up new picture frames to replace the ones Desmond smashed to smithereens. Welp, it was my job until Jett took over. Gently placing the last picture frame on the wall, he bends down to touch his lips to mine, but in a flurry of movement his kiss lands on my cheek instead.
Within seconds the rush of warm blood rises to my cheeks leaving a deep pink blush. Jett has one too, twin to mine. Looking into Jett's now brown eyes, I never thought that I'd truly miss being human.
The front door bangs open, banging it's way through our moment. Nobody has terrible timing like Dekka does.
Making it only a few feet in the door, her whole body slouches to the ground involuntarily giving out as if it just couldn't be bothered to remain upright any longer.
Her tights have snags in them, creating little runs in the nylons going over her knees and calves. To accompany them, her hoodie looks as if it's been dragged through hell and back. Blood decorates her brow along with the pair of dark circles under her eyes. This is the roughest unfiltered version of Dekka I've ever seen. That says a lot, even in death she didn't look this rough.
I don't even have to ask her what happened to know that Ace isn't coming bac. In fact, I refuse to be the one to ask, both on my behalf and hers. Awnsered in the silence around us, it seem that nobody else wants to be that person either.
Ushering her past the others, my scrawny arms do the brunt of the work until Bo finds me struggling. Sweeping her up in his arms, he brings her to the nearest sofa.
Our group is down another member, our keeper is broken, and Willows house is still in shambles.
Perfect.
What happened to the girl who scared me that first day when she appeared in my room? The girl who tore appart my outfit and made fun of my hair. The girl who saw in me puzzle pieces instead of broken shards of glass and made it her goal to put me back together.
I want that girl back, she's irreplaceable to me, to all of us. Clutching Jetts hand, we stand there in silence as I shed my own tears for the first time in a long time.
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