Millwood Academy - First Term by Dawson, Tanya (i like reading txt) 📕

Una passes me a plate and then one to Clark. “I’ve got fries if you want some.”

“This is good enough for me. I’m not sure how much I can eat.” I rip into the wings and practically inhale them in a matter of minutes.

Clark pushes his aside, “I’ve got somewhere to be.” He stands up, “You should both get some sleep.”

I stay on the bed and offer him a nod. Una ushers him to the door. They speak outside in a whisper, and I can’t make out what they are talking about.

“He’s so hot,” Una whispers, as soon as she closes the door. “How have you not jumped him yet?”

I burst out laughing at the thought, but she’s right. He was good looking, and he knew it. “Have you ever...with a wolf?” I couldn’t help but ask. I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth. But this was what girls talked about right?

“Yes,” Una said with a burst of energy as she threw herself on the bed dramatically. “I’d do it again, and again.” She rolls on her side with a giggle and a longing look on her face. I immediately want to pelt her with questions.

“What was it like?” I move in as close to her as I can while staying on my bed. I wanted all the good dirt she wanted to tell me.

“Wild. Absolutely wild. I was ravished in a good way. They are so unpredictable. And they just want to please. They give more than they take if you know what I mean?” Una winks at me and falls back on her bed again. She lets out several moans as she slides her body back and forth.

I can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm, perhaps also from being overtired. Una was an open book. I loved that about her and perhaps even envious. I clammed up on any personal topics. Socially awkward as Nelly called me.

“I know someone that was with Hunter.” Una’s head dangles over the side of her bed.

I can’t help but inhale a deep breath. The thought of the weight of his body on top of me left me parched. I had to hold in my enthusiasm for her story. “He’s too into his muscles.” I tease, holding in any other questions I had before I burst.

“He went all night.” Una laughs and rolls over on her stomach. “She couldn’t walk the next day.”

“No, that’s what people want you to think.” I smile at the thought and wonder if it was even possible.

“It’s true.” Una said, sitting up on the bed, putting her hand over her heart, “She wouldn’t lie. She showed me the bruises.”

My head fell to the side, as my imagination ran wild. I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. He was a brute, his large frame filled with muscles. His stamina... I shook my head as soon as an image of Alexandra came to mind. A good reason to get yourself killed...

“We should get to bed.” I laugh and pull the covers over me.

“Is it true? What they say? That you don’t know what you are?” Una asked, once she was comfy in bed. She lies on her side watching me. Her eyes look sympathetic, and her smile has faded.

“Yes.” I wasn’t sure if it was being overtired, or our new friendship, but I didn’t mind telling her. Maybe I feel like I should tell her because she’s been so open with me as well.

“We’ll figure it out.” Una smiles, and I almost believe her.

I pull the blanket up to my chin then pull the cord on my light.  I smile in the pitch dark, as I wait for midnight to come.

Chapter 8

Finding the Vampire’s den was easy, who’d a thought they would have a civic number?  I stand at the entrance to the driveway, unable to see what I’m about to walk into, my mind races with a list of serial killers – the human ones. How they stalked their prey, and here I am, accepting an invitation to a vampire’s den. Classic.

The driveway is lined with century-old trees on either side of the road. It’s dark, and hard to see the house, but I imagine it to be old and massive, just like in the movies. I look back to the road and start to think that’s the path I need to take. After a moment of hesitation, I turn to leave.

“Penelope,” Someone calls my name from the darkness. It’s one of the Stanton brother’s but which one, I can’t tell.

I walk toward where I think the voice is coming from, all while regretting each step I take on their property. I wouldn’t show fear though. My pride is too big. But I did stop at a reasonable distance that I could outrun the vampire. Did I really just think that?

“I’m here.” I raise both of my hands and flip them back to my sides. My senses race at every rustle of the wind and my eyes dart back and forth. Whoever it is, is enjoying every second of this. “I’m not moving another inch.” I stop at the edge of the driveway, just before the grass and cross my arms over my chest.

“You came.” Ivor steps into the light. He’s wearing a three-piece blue suit. My guess is from the 1940s. It’s slim fit and hugs his body in all the right places.

“Had nothing better to do,” I said, regretting my black jeans and sloppy red t-shirt that I had taken from Una, given the retail store in her closet, these were the least likely pieces she would miss.

“I must warn you, Alexandra is here.” He said, walking toward me in a casual stride, looking more like a runway model on the catwalk.

“Even better,” I said sarcastically, making a mental note that I had better call it an early night.

“She’ll be on her best behavior,” he said, his voice mellow yet unconvincing. He stops