Wolshire

Chapter 22

Victoria

Casper's House

I laid my hands off the piano in Casper's house and picked up my phone. I opened it up and began flipping through Twitter. School ended in almost three hours. I closed the piano and laid my phone down. 'Have fun at Homecoming.' I read the text from Ana and growled softly.

I heard a car pulling into the driveway and sped to the window. Shit. It was Casper's parents. I sped over to my shoes and threw them on. I sped around and grabbed onto my backpack and jacket. The car door shut outside, and I could hear them speaking as they drew nearer to the door.

I sped over to the backdoor and noticed the alarm was armed. Dammit! I moved my hand away from the doorknob and heard them unlocking the front door. I looked around to make sure I had made it look like no one had been here, and I sped upstairs into Casper's way. I set my backpack down softly and crouched down by the door.

"All I'm saying is that the werewolves need some protection." It was his mother.

"We don't want to get in the middle of a fight like that." I could hear them place a gun down and a heavy bag. "I'm worried about the wendigo."

"It is still several miles north of us." Hearing the name David was a little weird from my time in London, especially from the mouth of a hunter.

"When Casper gets home from school, I'll teach him about wendigos."

"Don't scare him, David." I heard their footsteps disperse around the house, and there were sudden footfalls on the stairs.

"Sweetie, is this Casper's?" The person walking up the steps stopped moving, and the footsteps turned around.

"Hmm, I bet it's that girl's who we met. You think they're dating." The dad asked, his voice slowly moving further and further away.

Casper's mom laughed, "I'm sure he'd love it if they were."

I heard a door close and I suddenly could not hear them talking anymore. I fell backward onto my butt and let out a sigh of relief.

Three Hours Later

I heard Casper come in the door and say hello to his parents. Finally. Casper opened his door and threw his bag into the corner where I was sitting.

"Ouch! Hey!" Casper screamed and jumped back.

"Casper, are you okay?" His mom shouted from downstairs.

"Yep, I just fell!" He shouted back. "What are you doing in my home?" He asked in a hushed tone.

I climbed out from behind the dresser. "I was playing my piano, and your parents came home. I did not think that they wanted to find me playing the piano in your home." I picked his backpack off of me and put it next to my own.

"Can I ask a weird question?" He kicked his shoes off while he spoke.

"Depends." I threw myself on his bed.

"How did you become a vampire?"

"Well," I sat up and pulled the hair out of my face, "I was bitten."

He did not accept that answer.

"I was bitten by a Lady in the French court. We were best friends, and I trusted her."

"Why was that all in the past tense?"

"Because people drift apart, Casper, and sometimes, there is nothing you can do." I avoided eye contact with him.

"What do you think Vittorio was doing?" Casper asked me to break the tension.

"He is smart. He would not attack the werewolves without a reason." I suddenly understood," Oh my god." It suddenly clicked. I cursed and ripped Casper's window open. I kicked the screen out.