even if they didn’t
come along. We’d already made it this far, so it would be stupid to turn back.
A waste of sneaking out. Besides, even if Craig wasn’t in the cast, I’d still
want to watch them film if I could. Midnight was my favoritest book ever!
“Fine,” Analisa grumbled, and fell into step beside me, with
Maya and Bev following right behind.
I couldn’t believe we managed to get my roommate to join
– usually she spent her waking hours doing her very best J.D. Salinger
impression and avoiding the rest of the world – but I think she was just
as eager as I was to see how the director was going to portray the vampires and
werewolves. Bev may pretend to be this cynical urban rebel nonconformist, but I
saw the full set of Midnight books loaded on her e-reader app. She wasn’t fooling anyone.
In the distance, a coyote howled. The full moon glowed
brightly overhead, lighting the path and making our flashlights unnecessary. It
looked like a scary Halloween moon, and I almost expected a witch to fly
silhouetted across it on a broomstick at any moment. And to think it was April,
not October! If I hadn’t known Craig was just acting the role of a vampire, I’d
probably be worried.
Vampires aren’t real, vampires aren’t real , I silently chanted to
the steady beat of our feet crunching in the gravel.
“Yes they are,” Bev said.
Oops, maybe I said that out loud.
“Don’t encourage her,” Analisa said through gritted teeth.
“But vampires are real,” Bev insisted. “The portrayals you
see in the movies or in most books — most of those are poseurs. Fangs?
Not so much.”
“No fangs?” I asked.
“Well, I guess technically they do, and they’re called
canines. All humans have them.”
I scrunched up my forehead. “Then how do they drink blood?”
“Donors,” Bev deadpanned.
“Ew, seriously? So gross.”
“I vant to bite your neck,” Maya said in an over-the-top old
skool Count Dracula accent. Well, actually more like Count Chocula. Or even the
Count from Sesame Street.
But definitely not what Jackson would say.
“That’s full of crap,” Bev insisted. “It’s not like that.”
Analisa sighed. “Let’s just keep going.”
I could see a large outcropping of rocks up ahead, but from
this angle it didn’t quite look like the shape of the famous Peanuts dog.
Were we on the wrong track? I didn’t want to hike all night and never get
there.
“They say Sedona is one of the best towns in the country for
vampires,” Bev said a few minutes later.
“There’s no such thing as vampires,” Analisa said.
We fell into an eerie silence as we kept moving forward.
With the full moon overhead and the lunar-like boulders jutting up from the
center of the earth, I could easily imagine vampires living here. Maybe they
could run one of the many crystal shops around town. Ooh, or the fortune tellers . Of course, nobody would be able to read their minds. I mean, since they’re vampires and all. But
that could end up as a professional advantage.
I was imagining what it would be like to get my aura
cleansed by an immortal bloodsucker when all of a sudden there was a pinch at the
back of my neck. Shivers raced up and down my spine and a chill of terror
settled in my gut as I heard a blood-curdling shriek.
From me.
Bev was right – there were definitely vampires here,
and not of the movie set variety, either. Of the creepy undead variety.
Although if they looked anything like the vampires in Midnight , then maybe I wouldn’t be too
upset. I mean, after all, Robyn Bell seemed thrilled to be caught in the middle
of the love triangle between a vampire and a werewolf.
What did she know that I didn’t?
It was only after my friends erupted in giggles that I
noticed Maya standing right behind me, her fingers mere centimeters from my
skin threatening to tickle me.
“What the hell?” I asked.
“Relax,” she said. “You’re way too tense.”
“It’s not funny,” I said through
come along. We’d already made it this far, so it would be stupid to turn back.
A waste of sneaking out. Besides, even if Craig wasn’t in the cast, I’d still
want to watch them film if I could. Midnight was my favoritest book ever!
“Fine,” Analisa grumbled, and fell into step beside me, with
Maya and Bev following right behind.
I couldn’t believe we managed to get my roommate to join
– usually she spent her waking hours doing her very best J.D. Salinger
impression and avoiding the rest of the world – but I think she was just
as eager as I was to see how the director was going to portray the vampires and
werewolves. Bev may pretend to be this cynical urban rebel nonconformist, but I
saw the full set of Midnight books loaded on her e-reader app. She wasn’t fooling anyone.
In the distance, a coyote howled. The full moon glowed
brightly overhead, lighting the path and making our flashlights unnecessary. It
looked like a scary Halloween moon, and I almost expected a witch to fly
silhouetted across it on a broomstick at any moment. And to think it was April,
not October! If I hadn’t known Craig was just acting the role of a vampire, I’d
probably be worried.
Vampires aren’t real, vampires aren’t real , I silently chanted to
the steady beat of our feet crunching in the gravel.
“Yes they are,” Bev said.
Oops, maybe I said that out loud.
“Don’t encourage her,” Analisa said through gritted teeth.
“But vampires are real,” Bev insisted. “The portrayals you
see in the movies or in most books — most of those are poseurs. Fangs?
Not so much.”
“No fangs?” I asked.
“Well, I guess technically they do, and they’re called
canines. All humans have them.”
I scrunched up my forehead. “Then how do they drink blood?”
“Donors,” Bev deadpanned.
“Ew, seriously? So gross.”
“I vant to bite your neck,” Maya said in an over-the-top old
skool Count Dracula accent. Well, actually more like Count Chocula. Or even the
Count from Sesame Street.
But definitely not what Jackson would say.
“That’s full of crap,” Bev insisted. “It’s not like that.”
Analisa sighed. “Let’s just keep going.”
I could see a large outcropping of rocks up ahead, but from
this angle it didn’t quite look like the shape of the famous Peanuts dog.
Were we on the wrong track? I didn’t want to hike all night and never get
there.
“They say Sedona is one of the best towns in the country for
vampires,” Bev said a few minutes later.
“There’s no such thing as vampires,” Analisa said.
We fell into an eerie silence as we kept moving forward.
With the full moon overhead and the lunar-like boulders jutting up from the
center of the earth, I could easily imagine vampires living here. Maybe they
could run one of the many crystal shops around town. Ooh, or the fortune tellers . Of course, nobody would be able to read their minds. I mean, since they’re vampires and all. But
that could end up as a professional advantage.
I was imagining what it would be like to get my aura
cleansed by an immortal bloodsucker when all of a sudden there was a pinch at the
back of my neck. Shivers raced up and down my spine and a chill of terror
settled in my gut as I heard a blood-curdling shriek.
From me.
Bev was right – there were definitely vampires here,
and not of the movie set variety, either. Of the creepy undead variety.
Although if they looked anything like the vampires in Midnight , then maybe I wouldn’t be too
upset. I mean, after all, Robyn Bell seemed thrilled to be caught in the middle
of the love triangle between a vampire and a werewolf.
What did she know that I didn’t?
It was only after my friends erupted in giggles that I
noticed Maya standing right behind me, her fingers mere centimeters from my
skin threatening to tickle me.
“What the hell?” I asked.
“Relax,” she said. “You’re way too tense.”
“It’s not funny,” I said through
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