[book two]
Sophie Brooks is cursed. The spirit of a very ancient, very angry vampire dwells within her and is fighting to break free. As she and her friends struggle to re-open Redstone Academy and allow entry to all of the supernatural creatures, b...
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Quick Note: I totally botched Finn's name and called him Flynn throughout the last chapter xD My bad, friends. I'm sorry for the confusion! I did go back through and it should be fixed it now!!
FINN RUSHED SOPHIE deeper into the cave.
The alarms going off in the depths of her mind amplified. She glanced around the interior of the cave warily, attempting to remain calm and collected. It wouldn't do her any good to panic just yet.
It was hard to see anything within the darkness. Her eyes adjusted slowly, and she could make out the rough edges of the rock walls that surrounded her. Finn walked in front of her — an even darker shadow that moved with a precise sense of confidence that sent those little alarms within her mind into overdrive.
His dark hand lifted. She heard a snapping sound, like someone had snapped two fingers together. A bright light switched on overhead and she grimaced at the sudden onslaught of bright light. Her gaze lifted to light's source — an old, dingy lamp that hung limply from one of the rotten wooden rafters that arced above their heads. Intricate woodwork extended upward for what appeared to be miles, connecting the walls of the cave and creating slender beam-like pathways. In between each level of woodwork, was a single wooden ladder and a darkened opening into the wall of the cave. Wooden crates lined the walls around them.
Her eyes widened and she surveyed the newfound space. It looked like the interior of an old mine — something straight out of a historical documentary or a western-themed cartoon.
"Ah," Sophie said. The sound was off-handed and more nonchalant sounding than she intended. Her gaze quickly flicked around. "This is an interesting turn of events."
Finn turned around to face her. His expression was marred with confusion, his head tilting slightly to the side. "What do you mean?"
She lifted one shoulder in a nonchalant half-shrug. "I just never expected to be standing inside an old mine shaft," she answered. It took all of her strength not to allow the blooming sense of fear that she felt to enter her tone.
His gaze shifted to the wooden crates — and seemed to specifically lock on the dull, aged iron of an abandoned pickaxe. "Yes," he remarked. "I'm sure that you didn't."
The distance stretched out between them. His warm, charming smile had vanished, replaced with a more severe expression. Sophie's jaw clenched. She kept her hands shoved within her pockets, fingers tightly curled around her cellphone. As large as the device was, it remained slightly visible against the material of her pocket.
Finn started a slow walk around the room. She moved with him, twisting her body so that her cellphone remained out of his sight. Her finger simultaneously tapped the base of the screen. The button read her fingerprint and unlocked the phone.
"To be honest, I'm not sure that I understand," she said. She did understand. She just needed to keep him busy — he seemed like a monologue-loving type of guy. "What are we doing here, in this creepy old mineshaft?"
