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CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY

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          EVEN WITH THE WINDOWS ROLLED DOWN THE SUN WAS SCORCHING AS THEY SAT IN THE PARKING LOT OF FANGTASIA. The shapeshifter sat behind the wheel and he wasn't too happy with his friend, but they both knew Eric probably knew more about a creature like this than Compton did because of his age.

"And you're sure he'll be here?" questioned Sam, casting her a sideways glance.

Dakota nodded her head, eyes moving over the building and parking lot. It really did look different in the day light, less ominous. The red neon sign that read 'Fangtasia' was on, flickering slightly in the sunlight.

Sam wondered. "Maybe we could wait inside it's kind of warm for the kids."

The blonde heaved a sigh. "I don't have the keys. Ginger should be here soon."

It was close to three in the afternoon and Dakota knew that Ginger had the early shift in Thursday's so she could arrive any moment. Dakota had given her phone to Coby and Lisa so they could play games, luckily they were easily entertained and not bothered by the heat of the day.

"Sam?" Lisa spoke up from the backseat. "Did you know our daddy?"

"Uh," he stammered. "I did not. Your mom, well, she split up with him before I came to town. I heard about him, though."

"What did you hear?" she asked, leaning forward and completely handing Dakota's phone to her younger brother.

"That he, uh, he was a bit of a wild card," Sam tried, looking at the woman beside him for support but she just shrugged her shoulders, amused. "with a big personality."

"I don't even know what he looks like." stated Lisa, brushing a lock of red hair from her face. "Mama cut him out of all of the pictures she had. All I know that his name is Duane, and he tattooed mama's name on his stomach."

"Well, he must have loved her a lot, because you know that hurt."

Dakota tried to hold in her laugh and turned back to face the bar, spotting the blonde woman they'd been waiting on, walking from her car. Ginger glanced around suspiciously as she walked toward the entrance, searching her bag for the keys and Dakota hopped out of Sam's car, following after her.

There hung a poster on the door saying, 'Sorry, we're dead' and Ginger brushed a speck of dirt from it before putting the keys in the lock.

"Ginger, honey?"

The blonde screeched loudly and Dakota jumped back, not having expected her reaction. Ginger turned around quickly, hand over her heart as she panted loudly, leaning back against the door as if she was about to get murdered.

"I'm sorry," Dakota apologised. "didn't mean to scare you. Just here to see Eric."

"Dakota," she gasped. "he won't be here until after dark."

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌, Eric NorthmanWhere stories live. Discover now