All Chapters of So You Think Your Sister's a Vampire?: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

I had just about dozed off when I heard a knock on the apartment door and decided I needed to investigate. Part of me hoped it was Brandon because I missed him and just wanted to get the conversation over with, but when I saw it was Elliott, I was relieved. I let him in and fell into one of his bear hugs before he even said anything.It was all I could do not to cry. Not just about Brandon, but about everything. I knew he would listen to all of it and probably even have some wisdom to impart about most of it, but I still didn’t feel right talking to him about his own son, so I fought back my tears and let him think that the hug was necessary because of the procedure. At least that’s what I told myself. I’m sure he could probably see past that if he wanted to, but he seemed just fine holding me for as long as I needed him to, like any good big brother would, and I think it had to have been at least five minutes with me in his arms and the pair of us just stan

I looked around and saw Dax hanging out in the back of a group of boys, behind Antonio and another guy named Kip. Maybe he thought he could just blend in, but Aurora hadn’t even finished with her greeting when she said, “Oh, yeah, and some of you may have noticed we have a new member.” Her smile was friendly, but when I looked at him, I could tell he was intimidated. He ran his hand across his cheek and then down his chin, like he was searching for something that wasn’t there. “You guys, this is Dax. He’s a Guardian. Please welcome him, help him out, and don’t be a bunch of punks. It’s hard melting into a group that’s already established.”Everyone smiled in his direction, and I’m pretty sure I saw Addy actually lick her lips. Poor Dax. He was the best looking guy here since Brandon… wasn’t. He was going to have even more attention because of that than the fact that he was new.Aurora sent u

I intended to hurry off toward the tracking building, but once I stepped outside, I noticed a streetlight flickering. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but I stood beneath it for a moment, transfixed by the way the light glinted off and on. For a moment, it reminded me of one of those old horror films where everything is a little jilted and the frames don’t quite advance correctly. I’d had the same sensation when I was talking to Mina the other night. It made me ponder what my role would be if I was in a movie like that. Would I be the damsel in distress, the hero who sweeps in to save everyone, or would I be the creature lurking in the shadows?I needed to remind Juan Diego to fix the stupid thing.Taking a few steps down the sidewalk to the tracking station, I tried to blend in with the shadows, but I heard Tara say my name, and as I turned around, holding my breath, she asked “Where are you going?”She wasn’t alone. Dax wa

Hesitation made me stay put for a second, but just as I had decided perhaps I should chase them down, another scream echoed down the hall. I was close to the source and decided I needed to go that way instead.Having had no luck with any of the adults I thought might be able to help me, I reached out to Brandon. His voice filled my thoughts immediately. He sounded worried, but not in the same sense that I was. “What’s up? Are you back from training?” he asked.“Look, I don’t have time to explain, but I need you to go get my sister, now, and tell her to take my IAC call.”“What’s going on?”I sprinted down the hall, wishing he’d just do it. “Go. Now!”“Give me visuals, Cass. Where are you?”“Go!”“I am.”I couldn’t see him, but I got the impression he was

This whole time, I’d been letting this child and her “mother” convince me that my teammates, the same ones who were likely sprinting to our rescue right now were “bad” when the Vampires had been the enemy all along, just as they had always been.I’d even let them jeopardize my relationship with Brandon.There was no time for me to feel sorry for myself or regret my decision at that moment. I had to do whatever it took to make sure Tara wouldn’t get hurt again. I followed my instincts then, and with all of the strength I had left, I blocked the pictures in my mind and brought my knee down hard on Bonnie’s leg, securing it to the ground. I pulled the Glock from my waistband and positioned it directly over her heart.The child stopped her picture show and went wild, screaming, “Mama! Mama! No! No! No! Please!” She was doing her best to look human now, to try to play on my sympathy. “You promised! You