Alluring In Blood: Vampire

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           Sabina and Ashton were out of the car looking bloody and disheveled but took the moment to smile when we greeted them. The siblings were not in sight so I assumed the Headmaster would be touring them as soon as we left.

           I fidgeted in my borrowed dress and glanced at Dakota. She caught my eyes and mouthed, “During the training, stop acting suspicious.” I nodded and left Dakota with Jason to greet the arrivals.

           “Sabina,” I cried out before securing her into a bone-crushing hug. “How are you?” Sabina looked at me with an annoyed expression, I shrugged back and a grin graced my face.

          “Just fine, it’s like coming home from the Bahamas’.” Sabina told me, dismissively shaking her hand to clear the subject. I grimaced when I realized it was hard for her to talk about it. What had happened? Did she know about Drew dying? Or that I went missing and secured Devin to haunt us dead?

          Yes, I’ve been busy. No need to thank me for having Devin on our heels now, all part of the job of being Audrey Derosiers. Should really tell them that, they’d love me for it.

          Ashton didn’t look so different. Still same old Ashton with the blushing and trying not to trip over his words, which seemed to have increased each time Sabina was near him.

Can Vampires play cupid? I hope so, that romance is just too cute not to spark.

          Oh great, I’m avoiding love but I don’t mind playing cupid with others. I’m definitely having a loose screw moment here. “So—“

          “Everyone prepare for the funeral, you got one hour.” Jason announced cutting off my speech. I gaped like a fish at his words and caught Sabina’s eye who nodded in the direction of Landon and mouthed, “New beau?” I ducked my head and pretended to focus on Katrina’s conversation with Dakota while my mind ran over Jason’s words.

Funeral.

          Lost in my thoughts of whose funeral it could be, I found myself in an unfamiliar dorm with Sabina and Dakota fussing over me. Unlike the first time, they seemed cautious and frightened. I allowed them to dress me in a black flow skirt with a matching long sleeves top that was a bit snug without uttering a question.

          No one talked as Sabina did my hair in braids, and then adding a dark net veil that covered my face. Dakota was back to her sobbing but she seemed in control now, and I was glad for that. However, it also informed me that it isn’t Drew’s funeral or else Dakota would be having a needle prepared to be struck in.

          Sabina and I helped Dakota to the graveyard, passing Quinn who joined us. Everyone else was there except for the headmaster but the teachers –except Elizabeth, were stationed with vacant expressions.

          My skin itched from the ointment Sabina used to remove my makeup, but I didn’t move to scratch it. Somehow as we approached the sleek coffins, all my thoughts were cautious. It reminded me back when I visited with Clarisse to my first funeral.

          Everyone was standing in front of the two coffins, holding roses. Red roses that swept me back to another Clarisse memory that seemed distant and blurry.

          Clarisse grew a red garden before her modeling career soared, she only planted roses; never any other color but red. Which now, I found strange for a fallen angel. Wasn’t red the color of the Devil? Why not grow a bunch of white roses instead. Alternatively, even pink would have been acceptable.

          If red isn’t the color of the Devil then I’m going to find a tree and paint it red and slap a ‘evil’ logo onto it, just to prove my point. Hopefully no one used that logo already. That would have been a disappointment.