The Nerd that turned out to be Vampire-ish [Wattys2015]

CHAPTER 21: Not ready to have a ball of fortune.

I stood frozen in the rain thinking – what the hell is wrong with singing a nursery song? – which happens to have their names. I mean maybe their mothers is a fan of the song, or maybe I'm just insensitive. Ugh.

I don't know the reason behind it, but I do know what I'm going to do.

"I-I'm sorry." I said, and intentionally didn't dare to look at any of them, to avoid further embarrassment. I'd rather enjoy looking at the muddy ground underneath me.

Tristan walked towards me and escorted me to the truck. "You shouldn't have apologized." He whispered, as we climbed at the back seat.

I sighed. "They deserve one. I offended them, kind of."

"But you didn't mean to."

"Still." Our conversation was cut off when Jill got inside the car. Awkward.

He immediately started the car without a word, and drove off to the dark slippery road. He took two bottled water on the passenger's seat and gave it to us using his freehand.

"Thanks." Tristan and I both said, and Jill just nodded. The two of us exchanged glances and shrugged.

That two hour drive was the most silent, yet not peaceful ride ever. The awkward-air still hangs between us even though we've reached our destination.

Jill parked the car inside a private resort of some sort. Tristan then lead me to a white door fence, at the side of the small open building facing the entrance, which somewhat looks like their reception area. Jill on the other hand, went there and sat at one of the white painted chairs. Immediately, the concierge gave him a towel to dry off, well, because Tristan happened to take his umbrella.

I sighed. The rain totally covered the beauty of this place. It was dark and grim, I can't see the place clearly, and even the sea was on rage. We then walked inside a white mansion, a few yards from where we entered.

The house's front was inspired by Greek structure, with amazing pillars in the entrance way towards the black massive two-way door. The sides of the house was lined with famous sculptures in spotlights. As we walked on the entrance, I felt guilty for dirtying the spotless marbled floor. When we arrived at the door, it immediately opened, and we're now face to face with Divina.

"Oh dear, you guys look like babies that just got out from the vagina." She said while looking at us, and it made Tristan and I laugh. Then she handed us towels, and welcomed us in.

"Where's Jill? I thought he's with you. He called me that you've arrived." She asked, while we walked into a white hallway with red carpet, which makes me feel even guiltier because of my muddy shoes. The walls were full of amazing paintings, and more statues – that looks like the smaller versions of the ones outside – it was placed on top of cut pillars in between paintings. It feels like walking in a museum.

"He's in the reception area. Probably waiting for Jack." Tristan simply said, and Divina just nodded. I think he noticed how dumbstruck I am with all this.

The end of the hallway was a massive space with a fountain in the center, and there were arched doors on each side with intricate designs, probably leading to more rooms. There was a massive staircase upfront that leads to the second floor of this mansion. I can see a huge glass window at the top of the stairs, and an expensive looking chandelier.

"Tristan please escort dear Victoria to the guestroom." She paused and looked at me. "There's a medicine and a glass of water, on the side table of your room. Drink it." I nodded and smiled, she somewhat reminded me of my mom.

"Good girl." She patted my head. "After shower, you rest. We'll have a long day tomorrow. Hoping that it won't rain like this."

Tristan and I went up the stairs and turned left into another hallway. I think every hallway in this house is decorated with paintings. He then came to a stop on the first door that we saw.