All Chapters of So You Think Your Sister's a Vampire?: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

“Thank you,” I said, handing my sister her phone. I took three calming breaths before I turned to Jamie. “What am I?”He cleared his throat and sat down next to me on the edge of the bed, Brandon scooting his chair out of the way. “I’m not sure. But… I would guess we were able to stop the Resurrection process in time to prevent you from becoming a full-fledged Vampire. I would say… some sort of hybrid.”“A Hunter, Vampire hybrid?” I questioned.“That is my best guess,” the doctor nodded.“Have you ever…?” I couldn’t finish the question.“No,” Jamie said, clearly reading my mind. “I’ve never seen anything like it. So, we won’t know what you’ll be able to do until we give it some time.”“Do you feel any burning in your throat?” Aaron asked, still the calmest of all, though Jamie didn&rsq

People talk about not knowing themselves, like not being in touch with who they really are, but when I returned to Shenandoah that rainy Tuesday afternoon, I honestly felt like I was someone else completely, not the innocent young girl who’d left my home just a few days before, and despite everyone’s reassurances, I knew there was nothing that would ever make me who I’d been the last time I was home.My sister had been forced to call my parents while I was still out since I was supposed to be home in time for school the next day, and they were wondering where I was. Cadence tried to keep it all nonchalant, saying something had come up, and she wouldn’t be able to bring me home until a day later than expected. Apparently, my mom wasn’t very happy, but Cadence assured her Jamie, the doctor who worked as part of the LIGHTS team, would write me an excuse for school.And it probably wouldn’t be for just one day, I imagined, considering ho

Aaron’s calm voice filled our living room, and while I felt bad that he was the one who had to relay this information when he was the least to blame, I was thankful someone who wasn’t overly emotional was recounting the tale. “We got word late Saturday night that Steven Gibbon, the Jogging Path Killer, had been kidnapped from the hospital in Philadelphia where he was recovering from his gunshot wounds. We had intelligence that let us know that Giovani, the same Vampire that had been with Jack when he went on the killing spree in Cabo, was planning to turn Gibbon to use him against Cadence, so our team flew to Philly Sunday morning, hoping to locate Gibbon.”My parents nodded, letting him know they were following along. “We had asked Brandon, a new Guardian who hasn’t completed his training yet, to drive Cassidy home, and he agreed to do that. But… instead, they took a train to Philly.”My mom turned and looked at me, and

My mom gasped and covered her mouth with her free hand. “Elliott? Elliott had a son?”“Elliott had a son,” I nodded.“But… I didn’t know Elliott had a son.”“Elliott didn’t know Elliott had a son.”I was getting a little tired of saying my deceased friend’s name. “Mom, I am sure that your impression of Brandon is less than stellar right now, but I can assure you, he’s a great guy. Once Zabrina took me, and he caught up, he never left my side again. The whole time I was on the ground, he’s the one that was protecting me. When Jamie was administering the serum—it hurt, and I was terrified—but Brandon was right there. And when I woke up in that hotel room, not knowing who or what I was, he was there, too. I don’t blame you for being angry at him. Or me. But… if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, please give him a chance to prove that

Going back to school was so surreal. I walked among hundreds of kids who knew nothing about what they didn’t know. I had been just like them once, really not that long ago. Walking around with no idea how much evil there is in the world and how close to home that evil can strike.Lots of people said hello to me in the hallway and welcomed me back. I knew most of that was because of Elliott. Everyone on campus had loved him, and his death had sort of made me a celebrity since I had known him personally, outside of school. They all knew I’d attended his memorial. Sometimes they asked me questions about it, which was a bit macabre. Today, they nodded and smiled, said they were glad I was feeling better. No one seemed to think I resembled Edward Cullen at all or accused me of being too sparkly under the fluorescent hallway lighting.“Hey, you’re back,” Lucy said, giving me a quick hug as we headed to choir class which we both had first period.