Bow's POV
Time now bores me. Sam told me all kinds of stories about her papa and Aunt Zoë to pass time.
I stare at the violin case, wondering if I should start playing it. I’ve played it once and I don’t plan to risk Marcy seeing me play again. No one would hear me since it is about three in the morning.
‘This is really boring,’ Sam says.
I smile a little. ‘It’s three in the morning on the ninth day since we woke up. Ninth day since I was reborn.’
Sam snorts in my head and scoffs the word ‘reborn’. ‘I was thinking of getting out of here and hunt down Vincent,’ Sam suddenly says.
My eyes widen as I look at the mirror, almost as if I’m talking to Sam face-to-face. A ridiculous idea, but it’s better than staring at the violin as if it is Sam.
‘Kill Vincent?’ I ask, feeling excited at the idea of slaughtering someone to death. Maybe I can tear his body into half, hear him scream for mercy…
‘Yes,’ Sam replies, cutting me from my deep thoughts. ‘Before he tries to endanger our coven or Marcy.’
I frown at my reflection. ‘How are we getting out of here? Those shifters would find us before we can make it to the woods.’
‘I need you to let me take over of my body, just for awhile. That is until we are safe enough. I know a way to get us out of here. In the violin case, there is a secret compartment where papa always kept his emergency gear. There is a liquid to make you scentless and it was a gift from an old, old friend,’ Sam instructs.
I turn to open the violin case. At first, it looks like an ordinary violin case but Sam pointed out a loose string. I pull the string to find another compartment.
‘Cool,’ I comment, taking out all the stuffs from it.
I can almost sense Sam beams in pride. ‘That one! Drink a sip. Just a sip!’
I do as she says. It tastes like disgusting human food that churns my stomach. I resist the urge to throw up. We have to do this quick.
‘Put on that cloak,’ Sam says.
I take out a folded black cloak and put it on with the hood over my head. ‘Where did your papa got this cloak from? It is brilliant!’
Sam chuckles in my head. ‘If I hadn’t known better, I would think you’re British just like Marcy. Papa got it for me when I was younger since I always like the character ‘Little Red Riding Hood’.’
I stifle a laugh. Sam had such a nice childhood, even if she was bullied by human kids. I smell myself, surprised that I don’t smell like anything. No vampire scent on me.
‘Now let me take over,’ Sam requests, suddenly feeling so excited.
That’s when I suddenly realize how blind I was. ‘Are you going to tell Marcy and the others that you’re still there? Are you going to make me disappear?’ I ramble on.
‘Bow!’ she yells. ‘Trust me. I can’t risk telling her. I see that now. We’ll just lay low in the human town, drawing plans and find more information about Vincent. We’ll check on Marcy once in a while, but must not get caught. Marcy has everyone here to protect her. I’m gone to her.’
‘But you’re not gone,’ I point out.
‘I know. I suspect that someone is watching our every move whenever we go out. No doubt one of the members in Vincent’s coven or his ‘pets’ is out there somewhere. We need to find out on our own. We can’t trust anyone. Even if we tell someone who we trust, they might slip up and our cover will be blown. We’ll just send notes to Marcy whenever we’re watching her; just simple ones to let her know that we’re okay. In the mean time, we’ll also try to look where Vincent is hiding and try to kill him without us getting killed,’ Sam tells me.
I sigh out loud. It sounds like a great idea. None of us would be missed, especially me. They would mourn over Sam though.
All the spying on Marcy stuff is making me feel like some sort of secret agent.
‘Okay. Where are we going to live in the mean time?’ I ask her.
‘In a small town near London, so we won’t be caught and it is easy to watch on everyone here especially Marcy. First of all, grab the money hidden in another compartment of the violin case.’
I look around to see another concealed compartment. Who knew there are so many things you can hide in a simple violin case? I grab the Euros, stuff them into my pocket and sling the violin case over my shoulder as it is my only luggage. I know this violin means a lot to Sam.
‘Now, let me take over. I promise I’ll hand it over to you if there is something wrong,’ Sam says softly.
I let my consciousness back away as Sam comes out. She can now control every parts of the body as I can only feel, see and hear from her skin, eyes and ears. Now I know how it feels like to be Sam in my head all the time.
I notice through the reflection that now our eyes are grey, no longer red when I was in control. So our eyes can differentiate who is in control of the body.
Sam checks something in her cloak, only to see a hidden pocket in it. Sam’s family never ceases to amaze me. She puts on a pair of thin gloves so she wouldn’t burn herself with whatever they put on the silver bar.
‘Another gift from an old friend,’ Sam tells me as she uses the reborn vampire strength to dent the bar, enough for us to escape. Reborn vampires are stronger and faster than other vampires which is why it is so difficult to keep ourselves in control. Sam is never makes a sound as she opens the door slowly. We hear snores coming from rooms nearby, indicating that everyone in the house are asleep.
Sam tip toes at the opposite direction of the exit.
‘The exit is the other way,’ I hiss at her.
‘I know,’ she replies. ‘I just need to give a simple note for Marcy. It will only take a moment.’
‘Ten seconds!’ I warn her. We can’t get caught. Not now!
Sam scribbles on a small paper, writing: Marcy Rose Hill, S.W.
‘She would know that S.W. means Sam Weinbach,’ Sam says confidently, leaving the note on the fridge where surely someone will see it.
‘That’s great, now let’s go!’
Sam doesn’t need to be told twice as she dashes out of the house silently with the violin case.
