Cas and the man from the furniture company waited outside while the firemen extinguished the fire. Taking advantage of all the activity Meg sneaked in through the back door. She walked through the kitchen to the hallway and upstairs.
She went to Daphne’s bedroom. There had to be something in here she could use against her.
She opened the closet and searched through the clothes. Every now and then she inspected a piece of clothing and if she liked it she threw it on the bed. She had to increase her wardrobe one way or the other.
She walked to the cabinet and opened the first drawer. Underwear, panties, and not Meg’s style. “Damn, who is this chick? Mother Teresa?”
She opened the second drawer. Next to some T-shirts and shirts there was a book. Meg pulled it out and threw herself on the bed. She opened the book on the first page.
“The Lake, by Daphne Allen” she read aloud. She started reading and though she would never admit it, it was very compelling.
She closed the book. She would never be able to read it all without being busted if she stayed here. So she decided to take the book with her. She left the clothes on the bed, walked out of the room, ran quietly downstairs and sneaked back out through the backdoor. No one had noticed a thing.
She went to Daphne’s bedroom. There had to be something in here she could use against her.
She opened the closet and searched through the clothes. Every now and then she inspected a piece of clothing and if she liked it she threw it on the bed. She had to increase her wardrobe one way or the other.
She walked to the cabinet and opened the first drawer. Underwear, panties, and not Meg’s style. “Damn, who is this chick? Mother Teresa?”
She opened the second drawer. Next to some T-shirts and shirts there was a book. Meg pulled it out and threw herself on the bed. She opened the book on the first page.
“The Lake, by Daphne Allen” she read aloud. She started reading and though she would never admit it, it was very compelling.
She closed the book. She would never be able to read it all without being busted if she stayed here. So she decided to take the book with her. She left the clothes on the bed, walked out of the room, ran quietly downstairs and sneaked back out through the backdoor. No one had noticed a thing.
The sun fell on Amber’s face and she woke up by the heat of it. She rubbed her eyes, trying to orientate, as she saw a man sitting next to her. He looked familiar. As she tried to recall she felt an insistent pain in her neck. She lay her hand on it, to see what it was. “I bit you, that’s why you’re in pain” Stefan explained. Amber looked at him. “Who are you?” she asked, crawling backwards. Stefan reached out his hand. “I’m here to help you” he said softly. Amber shook her head. “No, stay away from me!” she said terrified. Stefan didn’t move an inch. “You need help. You’re in transition, it’s not a nice feeling if you don’t feed anytime soon. I bet you’re starving” he said. Amber shook her head heavily as her stomach rattled. “I’m going home” she said with a breaking voice. “Leave me alone!” She scribbled up and staggered away from Stefan.