The Lost Girls (Chris Cerulli Vampire Story)

Chapter 12

The following morning, I woke up with a strange tickle in my throat that I vaguely recalled from the day before. I swiftly threw the covers over my head as soon as I realized that the blazing sun was hurting my skin. I rubbed my cheek, noticing that it stung like I had a sunburn. I let out a long yawn; I was still so tired since I found it nearly impossible to sleep last night. As soon as I drifted off again, the phone began ringing, but I didn't bother to move and pick it up.

A moment later, I heard Haylee's voice speaking over me, "Ash, the phone's for you."

"Who is it?" I questioned as I moved the covers off my head, squinting in the bright light.

"It's dad."

"Hand me those sunglasses," I mutter as I take the phone from her.

"You need them to answer the phone?"

"I have a migraine. Just give them to me." I grumbled and snatched them out of her hand before speaking into the phone, "Hello?"

"Ashlyn, were you still sleeping? It's nearly three o'clock in the afternoon." My dad demands, and I could tell that I was about to get another ear full besides the one I had gotten last night.

He had rambled on and on about me not listening to him about the bike and the fact I had been out all night without telling him where I was. I didn't have it in me to say to him that I had much more pressing matters to deal with right then, like the fact I might be an immortal.

"No, I just have a headache."

"You're not hungover, are you?"

I sighed, "No, dad."

"Alright, well, would you mind doing me a favor and helping your grandma cook and clean tonight?"

"What for?"

I could tell that my question had irritated him by the tone of his voice. "I'm having someone come over to meet you all tonight, so I think your grandmother would appreciate the assistance."

"Oh, okay."

Once I had gotten off the phone, I hurried to stuff my darkest blanket into the corners of my window to block out the sunlight. I knew that I would have to wait until sundown to try to find Chris, so until then, I had nothing better to do other than keep myself busy. My grandmother decided to put on a roast since she was 'planning to meet someone at bingo,' and she was much more concerned with fixing herself up than what my dad was doing. She rushed out the door after planting quick kisses on mine and Haylee's foreheads.

The sun had finally set, but I knew I would be good as dead if I left Haylee here on her own, and my dad would probably be the one to make sure of it. I flopped down on the couch, waiting for his arrival, and tried ignoring the tickle in my throat that was starting to turn into a sting.

"Ashlyn, you should probably get your feet off the table before dad gets here," Haylee tells me, shoving my feet off the coffee table.

I put them right back where they were muttering, "Fuck off."

"You know, I can understand if this whole vampire thing is getting to your head, but do you have to be such a bitch about it?"

Before I could say anything back, the sudden roar of a fleet of motorcycles rumbled outside of the house. Their headlights glared through the windows as they seemed to be doing laps around the place.

"What the hell?" I questioned as I got to my feet and stepped around Haylee to better look out the window.

Even though Mimosa was barking her head off, I could still hear the sound of girls cheering, and I could have sworn I heard my name being said repeatedly over the deafening noise. I recognized the voice as Danielle's, so I rushed to the front door.