“You’re making a mess of everything,” Shay said when the girl didn’t respond. “What are you doing?”
The girl’s blue eyes were startled, and then they hardened. She stood and looped the satchel’s strap around her shoulder. Her chocolate-colored hair was chopped short and reached just below her ears. “It’s none of your business.”
“But I’m going to have to clean it up if you don’t.”
“Well then it sucks to be you, doesn’t it?”
“That’s not very nice.”
The girl smirked. “Look here, skank.”
“Skank.” Shay mouthed the word with narrowed eyes. Now that was definitely supposed to be offensive.
“I don’t know who you think you are—”
“I’m Shay,” Shay told her.
“I wasn’t asking!”
“Well, sorry.” She put emphasize on each syllable. She didn’t know why she was apologizing when the girl was the one being mean.
“But you’re Shay,” she said musingly. “Hmm. This is going to be easier than we thought.”
Why was she saying ‘we’ when she was by herself? And why was she acting like she knew Shay? Shay wished the girl would stop insulting her and just say something that actually made sense.
Shay jumped and peeked around the corner of the alcove. “Vivienne! I found you!”
“What are you doing in here?” Vivienne came around to the alcove and froze when she saw the girl standing amongst the papers. “Who the hell are you?”
“The name’s Anna,” the girl said. “And you know what they say. Three’s a crowd.”
Fangs flashed down in her cruel, smiling mouth and she gave Vivienne a quick salute before diving gracefully out the open window beside Grandmother Clarissa’s desk.
Vivienne let out a hiss. “Shay! What was she doing in here?”
“I don’t know. She was being really mean, Vivienne.”
“Why was she going through Grandmother Clarissa’s desk?”
“She took some papers and then called me a skank. That’s not a nice word. I’m not a skank, am I?”
“Shay . . . Are you drunk?”
Shay shook her head. “No, no. I don’t drink.”
“Oh, God. First this girl, now I have to deal with you.” She grabbed Shay by the wrist and dragged her out of the room. “You’re coming with me.”
“Hey, slow down!” Shay said, staggering as she was pulled along behind Vivienne.
At the top of the stairs, she looked at Shay once and then picked her up around the waist.
“Whoa!” Shay exclaimed as Vivienne threw her over her shoulder.
Everything passed in a blur, and when Vivienne set Shay back down at the bottom of the stairs, the room was spinning and Shay couldn’t seem to figure out where her feet were supposed to be.
Vivienne put her arm around Shay, and used her other arm to viciously shove people out of the way as she tried to get to Chalice. Chalice was still dancing at the center of the crowd, and Shay wished her legs didn’t feel like jelly so she could dance, too.
Chalice’s head lifted but she continued swaying her hips when they reached her. She laughed when she saw Shay. “Oh, my God, Shay! You’re totally hammered!”
“Chalice, we have to get everyone out,” Vivienne told her.
“Come on, don’t be such a party pooper!”
“Chalice, listen to me. There was a vampire in Grandmother Clarissa’s room and she took some papers from her desk.” Chalice still didn’t seem to be listening so Vivienne grabbed her shoulders and gave her a shake. “That’s where she keeps all of the files on us!”
Chalice stopped dancing. “What?” Her boyfriend continued moving behind her, and she turned and pushed him away. “Stop it, Roy!”
“Get them out!”
Chalice went over to the couch. She motioned for the boy sitting there to get up and when he did, she bent down on the floor. She felt around under the bottom of the couch.
“What are you doing?” Vivienne asked.
“Ace keeps a gun hidden in every room. Aha!” Chalice pulled a slim pistol out. She went to the double glass doors that led to the backyard and stood just outside them.
Vivienne unplugged the speakers and the music cut off abruptly. There was a series of annoyed moans and shouts of more not nice words from around the room.“Everyone out!” Vivienne ordered.
“Turn the music back on!”
“Yeah!” a few people chorused.
“Yeah!” Shay joined in.
“Alright,” Vivienne said. “Chalice?”
Chalice fired two shots into the sky and the ear-splitting cracks echoed through the house. Several people screamed, including Shay.
People were pushing and shoving to get to the doors, and Shay felt like a sheep as she was herded along. Vivienne looped her arms through Shay’s as Shay went by and pulled her back.
“Chalice get the others in here.” To Shay, she said, “Lacey’s in bed, and now it’s your turn.”
“But I want to stay for the secret meeting.”
“Shay, tilt your head back and touch your nose.”
Shay inclined her head back, and then brought her finger up in front of her eyes. It was a fuzzy, creamy blur. She moved to touch her nose, and felt a hard poke in her one eye.
“Yeah, no. You’re going to bed.”
She tried for her nose a second time and hit her cheekbone. Then the floor was moving away from her and the back of Vivienne’s shirt came into view as she was lifted over Vivienne’s shoulder again.
When she was dumped into her bed and the covers were tucked around her, she fell asleep almost immediately.
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