PEERING INTO ANGEL'S EYES, IT WAS LIKE looking into a sad, deflated birthday balloon of his soul. And boy, was he in a pickle! “Listen, pal,” he said, desperation leaking from every pore, “I need your help! This whole vampire thing is ruining my life and I wanna be the boss of it, not the other way around. I’m sick of being a fanged horror story.” I gave him the old once-over, feeling sympathy for this guy, all twisted up inside. He saw himself as a total monster, leaving chaos in his wake like a clumsy bull in a china shop. He thought he was cursed to leave bloody fang marks everywhere he went. Talk about a recipe for guilt! “I hear you,” I said with a sigh, feeling his pain down to my toes. “You’re carrying a ton of baggage and the past is hanging onto you like a leech on a swimmer. But, you know what they say—even the darkest night has to split when the sun comes up. There’s always hope, even for the vampire who lost his way.” I patted his shoulder, all friendly-like. “You h
CHLOE WAS STRETCHED OUT ON THE HOSPITAL bed, staring at her phone like it was her ticket to a candy paradise. She was hooked on Candy Crush, with the bright colors and shapes practically exploding right in front of her face. Meanwhile, Scarlett was chilling in a chair, scrolling away on her phone and diving deep into the wild world of social media. As Scarlett checked out her newsfeed, a whole lot of birthday love was being sent to Jaja, who was pretty much the social queen at school. There were tons of pictures from Jaja's awesome birthday bash, showing all the fun and laughs going on far away from their super quiet hospital room. Scarlett and I took in every single photo, practically tasting the excitement and feeling the good vibes. It was almost like we could hear the laughter, feel the warm hugs, and smell the yummy birthday cake — we felt like we were right there with Jaja and her friends. But no, here we were, stuck in the most boring place on Earth — a hospital room. As Sc
CHLOE'S LAUGHTER RANG OUT LIKE A BELL. “Werewolf and Vampire hunters? You've got to be kidding me! Are you guys pranksters or something?” Kent's brow furrowed, his voice dropping an octave. “We're not here for laughs, girl. We're all business.” Ben, standing tall and stoic beside him, offered a firm nod of agreement. Chloe shrugged, her amusement waning like a birthday balloon with a slow leak. Kent leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a mix of urgency and curiosity. “Haven't you heard? People have been dying under suspicious circumstances – bites on their necks and not a single survivor… except for you.” Chloe's face paled, her lower lip quivering like a sapling in a storm. “I-I'm not sure what happened…” she stammered, shaking her head in confusion. With a compassion that belied his no-nonsense demeanor, Kent softened his tone. “For your safety, and the safety of Shadowvale, we need you to tell us who – or what – bit you.” His gaze locked onto Chloe's, unwavering and int
AS CHLOE, SCARLETT AND I SHUFFLED TOWARD Chloe's uncle's car, I leaned in and whispered, “Hey, what was all that about?” Chloe scrunched her face up like a crumpled paper bag. “Huh?” she said, rolling her eyes like a slot machine. “You know exactly what I mean,” I hissed through gritted teeth. Chloe, Scarlett, and I piled into the back seat of Uncle Mike's car, while Emilia whined her way to the front seat like a siren in a traffic jam. Finally, Uncle Mike's wife joined him in the front, and the car growled to life like a hungry bear waking from hibernation. I leaned in close to Chloe, dropping my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Alright, spill the beans. Why did you tell those men that your brother is a vampire?” Chloe and Scarlett shot me the kind of look you'd give someone who just claimed they could talk to houseplants. “I don't know what you're going on about,” Chloe replied, her voice dripping with confusion like honey from a beehive. “Why would I say that? That's just…
"I AM SORRY, FIONA, I DIDN'T MEAN TO leave you behind.” My heart pounded in my chest, mirroring the tapping of her impatient foot. Her face crumpled like a discarded tissue, skepticism written all over it. “Oh, really? So, what happened that made you leave?” Her words sliced through the air, sharp and icy. Panic surged within me, my brain kicking into overdrive, desperately searching for a plausible fib. “Huh… something came up, and I had to leave,” I stammered. Her eyebrow arched like a questioning caterpillar. “Huh… something like what…?” My inner alarm blared, and I knew I needed another lie – fast! “Huh… I should get you something to drink,” I blurted, scurrying off to the kitchen. Operation: Lie Creation was underway, and I needed a moment to brainstorm. I yanked open the freezer door, revealing a cornucopia of gastronomic delights. Thanks to Vivaldi's mind control, my freezer overflowed with all sorts of scrumptious treats. Icy air tickled my face as I grabbed whatever I
I’M STANDING ON THE DOORSTEP, hesitating. The doorbell tempts me, but I’m not sure if ringing it is such a good idea. Just then, the door swings open, revealing Chloe. Her face lights up when she sees me, and I’m instantly swept into a warm, cozy bear hug. She takes my hand and leads me inside, and I feel as jittery as a kid on their first day at school. Inside, Winter catches my eye. Her expression is tense, like she’s just swallowed something incredibly sour. She bites her nails nervously; clearly, she isn’t ready for any more drama. I wave at her with a small, reassuring gesture to let her know I mean no harm. In return, Winter gives me a weak half-hearted wave, maybe just out of politeness. I sit down on the couch, and Chloe immediately fires off the question, "Where on earth have you been?" Chloe's question hangs in the air, and I let out a sigh before answering, "After coming back to Shadowvale, the guilt trip down memory lane and everything that's happened to you has been
I'M HUNCHED OVER, SUCKING IN AIR as blood dribbles down my chin. Wincing, I yank out the arrows lodged in my chest one by one, the pain making me hiss through my teeth. I rise to my feet with a grunt and lift my shirt, watching in morbid fascination as my wounds close up like some sick magic trick. Winter's breath hitches, her hands clapping over her mouth as if to trap her gasp inside. "How did you—?" she stammers, her voice barely a whisper. "How...?" I chew on the inside of my cheek, at a loss for words. I'll just have to tweak her memory later. For now, I turn my attention to the Hunters or WVH, as Winter calls them. They advance with unhurried steps, dressed to kill—literally. Their sleek, charcoal gray outfits hug their muscular bodies like a second skin, while dark grey armor plates enhance their silhouette, covering all the important bits like chest, back, shoulders, forearms, and shins. Their utility belts, laden with pouches and holsters, hold an array of weapons and tools
THE SCREAM RIPS THROUGH THE AIR like a sonic boom, a hurricane of force that slams into me with the power of a freight train. I'm sent flying, tumbling through the air like a leaf in a storm. It's a wonder my skin doesn't peel right off my bones. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the stake-wielding Hunter get knocked off his feet, his weapon skittering across the ground. Wand Guy—let's just call him Wandman—is quicker on the uptake, throwing up a magical shield around himself just in time. His face contorts with effort as he channels his energy into maintaining the barrier, teeth gritted in concentration. As Winter's scream fades, the magical bonds holding me captive disappear, and I hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud. My body feels like it's been put through a meat grinder, and my wounds stubbornly refuse to heal. Guess there's a limit to my supernatural healing abilities, after all. Wandman's shield flickers and dissipates, and he drops to his knees, exhausted from the effor