Trapped between a vampire and a basilisk...

I gave myself a headache, doing that. Stupid Delano, again. I slump back, wincing at any bump in the road or loud noise. At least it stopped me thinking too much. I look over at the angel in row four. I still need to talk to her. I'm still too afraid of a fight breaking out if I try to pry her away from that other guy for a bit. I don’t want to take her away for long. Just long enough for her to try and help me out a bit... I'm convinced no one else would see it that way though. I sigh and rub my forehead. The pain is fading slowly.

The angel senses me watching her and twists around in her seat, making the guy’s arms shift on her body. I look away quickly, my eyes downcast.

‘Just go talk to her!’ Phoebe tells me, nudging me. I shake my head, not looking up. Just then someone else speaks. A guy wearing shades leans across the aisle and introduces himself. Basilic. Unusual name, much like my own name, Delano. He warns us against calling him Bas, and then wanders off down the bus, returning not long after. I watch him carefully. The basilisk. I have a weird feeling about him. It’s not good weird. Bad weird. As in the kind of feeling that he would quite happily rip my throat out if I did something wrong. Thing is, I have no idea what he would consider wrong or bad. My stomach twists and flips as I realise how precarious my situation potentially is. Trapped between a vampire and a basilisk...

The End

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