Vampire Tracker Part 13
I poured the water into the coffee maker, lined the filter with a bag of coffee and turned it on. Seconds later it came to life; the smell of brewing coffee filled the room.
I opened my bag and riffled through the contents. “I’m pretty sure I have one in here.” All my clothes for the entire summer were piled up on the bed. Still no bobby pin. I searched the side pockets, my hand grazed against a hard piece of metal. “Found one!”
Jeremy grabbed it from my hands and started MacGyvering away. Metal scrapped against metal, but nothing happened.
“Here let me try.”
I pressed the bobby pin into the hole and moved it around. Nothing. “This is harder than I thought it would be.”
Jeremy scratched his head. “Did you ever see your Grandpa open it?”
I traced back through my arsenal of memories. “I don’t think I ever saw it open.” Or did I? “Wait, I did once. He took me to a museum, met some woman there. Afterwards he sat down and wrote in this book.” That woman smelled like cloves and cinnamon, just like Seth. I need to know what’s in this book! I pressed the bobby pin down hard, I felt it rub against a nub of metal inside, but nothing happened. I threw my hands up in the air. “This is impossible! Stupid lock!”
Jeremy handed me a cup of coffee. “Drink some of this. I’ll work on it some more while you take a shower. Then we can get some grub. I’m starving.”
I placed the mug to my mouth. Hot, delicious coffee coated my throat. The warmth of it soothed the unease in my stomach.
“Hey, do you think your parents know where the key is?”
“They might, but even if they don’t Grandpa’s room is still the same.”
Jeremy raised his eyebrows. “Really? After all these years? That’s kinda weird Vel. When my dad left, mom didn’t wait one hour before all his crap was put on the curb. I bet the key to this book is in there somewhere. We just have to find it.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. The blood drained from my face. “It was a request in his will that his room be left alone till I turned 18.”
Jeremy’s chin dropped, he held out his arm. “That just gave me goosebumps.”
A shiver went up and down my back. “Me too.”
There was no doubt in my mind that Grandpa knew something. I had to find out what was in that book, even if it meant going home earlier than we had planned.
This flash fiction is part of a vampire series for #FridayFlash.
Follow the links below to read more.
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 1
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 2
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 3
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 4
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 5
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 6
Vella and Seth, the First Born Vampire Tracker Part 7
Vella, Seth and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 8
Vella, Jeremy and Seth Vampire Tracker Part 9
Vella, Jeremy and Seth Vampire Tracker Part 10
Vella, Jeremy and Seth Vampire Tracker Part 11
Vella and Jeremy Vampire Tracker Part 12
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