The words echo around my head as I sit in the back of the taxi on the way home from the Deans household. The meal at the house had been awkward enough, with all the small talk about business and first relationships and how my mum and dad and the Deans had met. However, it became much worse when Jake publicly declared that him and me had been friends ever since I started school and that it was so nice for me to be in his house and that he felt it had brought us closer together. Considering I didn't even ask to sit next to him in Trig, I do not classify him as a friend. More like, well, an obsession, an infatuation. But no, not a friend. Not even close. I reshuffle in my seat and start turning my attention to what my father and mother are talking about. "That couldn't have gone better," my father says, "Sally dear, you were delightful. So were you Lauren, so lovely you could find a friend in Jake, Jess and Brad." "I couldn't agree more James dear," my mum agrees, "A lovely couple, of course." I nod vaguely and go back to staring at the ceiling, blocking all the noise out that I possibly could. It was really not the time.
The taxi drives on through the streets of the suburbs around Manhattan. Eventually, we arrive back home, and I am excused to go and do some homework before I step on something on the doormat. It is an envelope, with my name on it. Who would write to me? Confused, I walk up the stairs to my bedroom, my hands shaking slightly as I hold the envelope. Questions swim around my mind in a whirlwind of confusion. Having no idea who would write to me, and now feeling just as sick as I felt when Jake declared his love to me at his home, I push open my bedroom door. I scream. For sitting on my bed, with a goofy grin on his gorgeous face, is Jake himself.
"Why the hell are you in my house?" I yell, as I close my bedroom door with a slam, "How.. how.. how did you get here? Why are you hear, I just got a letter that I need to read." "I figured that you might want me to be hear to explain why you got the letter," Jake says, still grinning, "Considering you are probably going to be confused when you open it." "How did you get here?" I ask him, disbelieving, "I live on the other side of Manhattan to you." "I took my bike," he points out of the window to my back garden, where his gleaming Harley Davidson Dyna Glide is sitting, "Its much quicker. Come on, open the envelope." I am so confused. How does he know I got a letter? And still, how did he get here? He must know some sort of shortcut to get here. Still, I have no goddamn idea how he knows about my letter and its contents. It is unopened, with my name and address printed in large black letters. I roll my eyes at him and tear open the envelope. A letter, with my school's crest and motto, falls out. It reads the following:
Dear Miss L Groves, We have received word that you will be leaving the school for two weeks on a vacation to Montana for a large festival, from the 18th November to the 2nd December. A form has already been filled in for your absence and there is no need to catch up on any work from your subjects. We hope you have an enjoyable time. Yours sincerely, S Bennet Secretary to the Headmaster
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The Price of Blood
VampireTwo parts. Two stories. Two points of view. Two outsiders trying to fit in in their respective worlds. One extraordinary event will bind them together. They should not be together. They should be enemies. Can they be more than friends?
