there. Ripped apart. Blood spread all over the walls. It was like whoever killed them had so much rage, it couldn't be contained. Whoever did it, he just ripped those two girls up with his bare hands in a fit of pure anger. A lot of people thought it must have been an animal."
We both turn as there's a scraping sound nearby. We look at one another for a moment.
"Nothing," Adam says after a moment, once the sound has stopped. "Probably just rats. See? Told you it was spooky."
I can't help wondering about Patrick. Everywhere I go these days, I imagine him following me. I guess most people would be flattered to have a vampire keeping tabs on their movements, but I find his attention pretty menacing. I wish I'd never got involved with this whole thing. In fact, I'm starting to think that the best option might be to scrape some money together and get out of Dedston altogether.
"No-one knows what they were doing out here," Adam says, breaking my train of thought and bringing me back to the real world. "There were some crazy rumors about Rose's boyfriend, but nothing really came of it." He kicks some rocks against the curved wall. "Not that anyone had any better theories."
"Unless it really was a vampire that killed them," I say.
He smiles, as if it's the craziest idea he's ever heard.
There's a creaking sound from high above us. I look up, concerned, but Adam laughs it off.
"Old building," he says. "The light's still up there. It's huge. I'd show you, but the stairs look pretty dodgy." He puts his hand on the rail of the metal stairs and, when he shakes it, the whole section seems to be only loosely attached to the wall. "See?" he says.
I nod. As interesting as this is, I'm not really learning anything by being here. I need to get that diary back from Patrick, but there's just no way. I'm not even sure I want to see him again.
There's another heavy, loud creak above us.
"We should go," says Adam. "It's getting dark."
Another loud creak, and this time the sound of wood splitting.
Adam looks up. "Come on," he says, and this time he sounds worried.
Another creak, and suddenly there's a huge sound of splitting wood and the roof high above us crashes down, with the huge glass lantern from the top of the lighthouse tumbling toward us.
"Move!" Adam shouts and he pushes me out of the way and into a small side-room as the lantern to the ground and shatters into a million tiny pieces. I look back and see the huge, heavy metal frame of the lantern wobbling from the energy of the fall. If that had hit us, we'd both be dead right now.
"Like I said, old building," says Adam, clearly shaken. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I say, and then something odd happens. Adam leans in to kiss me, and I let him. It's not much, not even a full kiss, but it's something. Our lips brush together, and even though I'm a little surprised, I figure there's no harm.
"Sorry," he says after a moment, pulling away.
"It's okay," I reply, waiting for him to do it again.
"We should go," he says. "Come on, seriously this time." He takes my hand and leads me out of the side-room. We cross the main hall of the lighthouse which is now covered in shards of glass, and then we go outside, where it's really starting to get dark.
We walk back toward town, not saying anything. I guess I should be thinking about that semi-kiss with Adam, but instead I can't stop wondering about Patrick. I keep thinking about the way the lantern suddenly came crashing down back in the lighthouse. Would Patrick... No, that's a crazy idea. If Patrick wanted to kill me, he'd just come through my bedroom window and rip me apart, wouldn't he? Then again, that lantern crashing down seemed awfully convenient, almost as if someone wanted us dead without raising suspicions. Is Patrick already out to get me?
It's getting late as Adam walks me all the way to my house. Slightly against my better judgment, I decide to invite him in once I see that all the lights are off, which means my mother and brother
We both turn as there's a scraping sound nearby. We look at one another for a moment.
"Nothing," Adam says after a moment, once the sound has stopped. "Probably just rats. See? Told you it was spooky."
I can't help wondering about Patrick. Everywhere I go these days, I imagine him following me. I guess most people would be flattered to have a vampire keeping tabs on their movements, but I find his attention pretty menacing. I wish I'd never got involved with this whole thing. In fact, I'm starting to think that the best option might be to scrape some money together and get out of Dedston altogether.
"No-one knows what they were doing out here," Adam says, breaking my train of thought and bringing me back to the real world. "There were some crazy rumors about Rose's boyfriend, but nothing really came of it." He kicks some rocks against the curved wall. "Not that anyone had any better theories."
"Unless it really was a vampire that killed them," I say.
He smiles, as if it's the craziest idea he's ever heard.
There's a creaking sound from high above us. I look up, concerned, but Adam laughs it off.
"Old building," he says. "The light's still up there. It's huge. I'd show you, but the stairs look pretty dodgy." He puts his hand on the rail of the metal stairs and, when he shakes it, the whole section seems to be only loosely attached to the wall. "See?" he says.
I nod. As interesting as this is, I'm not really learning anything by being here. I need to get that diary back from Patrick, but there's just no way. I'm not even sure I want to see him again.
There's another heavy, loud creak above us.
"We should go," says Adam. "It's getting dark."
Another loud creak, and this time the sound of wood splitting.
Adam looks up. "Come on," he says, and this time he sounds worried.
Another creak, and suddenly there's a huge sound of splitting wood and the roof high above us crashes down, with the huge glass lantern from the top of the lighthouse tumbling toward us.
"Move!" Adam shouts and he pushes me out of the way and into a small side-room as the lantern to the ground and shatters into a million tiny pieces. I look back and see the huge, heavy metal frame of the lantern wobbling from the energy of the fall. If that had hit us, we'd both be dead right now.
"Like I said, old building," says Adam, clearly shaken. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I say, and then something odd happens. Adam leans in to kiss me, and I let him. It's not much, not even a full kiss, but it's something. Our lips brush together, and even though I'm a little surprised, I figure there's no harm.
"Sorry," he says after a moment, pulling away.
"It's okay," I reply, waiting for him to do it again.
"We should go," he says. "Come on, seriously this time." He takes my hand and leads me out of the side-room. We cross the main hall of the lighthouse which is now covered in shards of glass, and then we go outside, where it's really starting to get dark.
We walk back toward town, not saying anything. I guess I should be thinking about that semi-kiss with Adam, but instead I can't stop wondering about Patrick. I keep thinking about the way the lantern suddenly came crashing down back in the lighthouse. Would Patrick... No, that's a crazy idea. If Patrick wanted to kill me, he'd just come through my bedroom window and rip me apart, wouldn't he? Then again, that lantern crashing down seemed awfully convenient, almost as if someone wanted us dead without raising suspicions. Is Patrick already out to get me?
It's getting late as Adam walks me all the way to my house. Slightly against my better judgment, I decide to invite him in once I see that all the lights are off, which means my mother and brother
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