Dahlia (Blood Crave Series)

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plausible.
    All of this was just a coincidence, albeit weird, but a coincidence nonetheless.
    She even attempted to quiet her crazy thoughts by seeking out the girl and getting her to explain. There was no such luck, however, as she seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Yet another strange oddity, considering she thought they were both in the same class.
    To take her mind off all this...nuttiness...she convinced herself that attending Meg’s party was imperative and the perfect thing to do in a time like this.
    She definitely needed to get out.
    On any other day, she would be writing on her laptop or reading a book found on her nightstand. Since it had been a nice day outside, perhaps a walk to the mall to see the puppies at the pet store would have filled the next few hours.
    Instead, she was coerced—although easily coerced—into attending the party with Sam.
    So there she was, the room crowded with sweaty bodies dancing to the rhythm of the music as it pulsated throughout the room. Dahlia sat on a two-seater couch.
    Alone.
    She downed a glass of punch as she searched the crowd for a way out, cursing Sam for bringing up the party in the first place and herself for giving in so easily. She breathed deeply, trying to convince herself that this was, in fact, a good thing. That she needed a drink and a dance here and there to forget the strangeness that was her life.
    But the fact that Sam had ditched her as soon as they arrived burned her. Why was he always doing that? She looked around, not seeing him or his friends anywhere. Even the host herself was missing in action. Every face she saw was a complete stranger to her, a position she really didn’t care to be in.
    Dahlia was also stuck here since Sam drove and was, at the moment, not answering his phone. It wasn’t as if she could walk home, even if she wanted to. Cedar Oaks may be small, and the majority of everything walking distance, but Meg Young happened to live on the outskirts of town. She lived in this grand, Victorian-style house with a ton of grass space and no neighbors to see for miles. Dahlia wouldn’t know which way was right if she decided to venture out on her own, especially since she really didn’t know where she was. Not realizing the need for a taxi, her wallet currently sat on top of her nightstand.
    It was definitely not a smart move on her part.
    She felt sitting on the couch until it was time to leave would be her best bet. She’d eventually spot Sam and demand he take her home, or give her the car keys so he could stay and party.
    Still, there was no sign of him. The only familiar face she found was a guy from Health class staring across the room at her, drunkenly. She thought his name was Larry Epstein or something along those lines. Dahlia wanted nothing more than to get up and run from those leering eyes as fast as possible. She remembered the way he had looked at her when she held the banana in her hand.
    Eww.
    She inwardly shuddered then, spying a glass door to her left, saw her chance to escape. Getting up from the couch, she maneuvered her way through all the swaying bodies as she approached it. Exiting out through the sliding glass doors, Dahlia breathed a sigh of relief when she was finally outside, away from all the noise and gross Larry Epstein.
    She closed the door behind her, muffling the sounds from inside. Turning around, she became aware of her surroundings as her eyes adjusted to the night. The cool breeze caressed her bare skin, and she quickly rubbed both arms to keep warm.
    There was a lot of shrubbery. They were high so they enveloped Dahlia with their presence. Looking around, she noticed a small pathway where the shrubbery ended that seemed to lead somewhere off into the distance. Curious and wanting to get away at any rate, she took a few timid steps toward the opening, wondering where it would lead.
    All of a sudden, she felt a gust of wind that sent chills up her spine and caused her hair to stand on end. She

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