When they were below Beth’s window, Robert whispered, “Beth? Wake up a minute, just a minute.” Beth groaned but opened her eyes. “I need you to put your arms around my neck.” She did as he said. “And your legs around my waist.” She didn’t hesitate in doing so.
She was clinging to him like a child, with her head on his chest. She felt him jump up and swing into her room. He lay her down in the bed and turned to leave.
“No, don’t go, Robert. Please,” she murmured.
“I’ve got to go,” he whispered.
“Why?” she asked, her eyes still closed.
“I...” Robert didn’t have an excuse.
He let Beth pull him down to lie on the bed with her. She burrowed under his arm, snuggling up to him, and sighed contentedly.
“You’re cold,” she whispered.
“I’m dead,” Robert reminded her.
Beth started to fall asleep again, and eventually felt Robert relax. Then she handed herself over to unconsciousness.
When Beth awoke, she Robert’s arm still around her. The sun was streaming through the open window. She glanced up at him and smiled. Robert was staring off into space, in his own little world.
“You stayed,” she whispered, yanking him back to reality.
“Well, you made it pretty clear last night that you didn’t want me to leave. And besides, I couldn’t have left without waking you up,” Robert said quietly.
Beth grinned and sat up.
“Beth?” Robert murmured.
“Yes?” She turned to face him, crossing her legs.
“Do you trust me?” Robert asked, sitting up too.
Then she felt Robert’s lips on hers. The gentleness of the kiss frightened Beth. She was falling deeper and deeper into the moment and she suddenly caught herself, pulling away from him.
Beth stared at him, torn between slapping him and kissing him again.
“What was that?” she demanded.
“I’m sorry, I had to.”
“To be sure that you were witch.”
Beth paused, her anger turned to confusion. “What?”
“I’ll explain later, I promise,” Robert said, risking another kiss before disappearing.
Beth got up and closed the window, as well as the curtains. She sat on her bed and touched her lips. They still tingled, and her hands were shaking. She’d enjoyed it. She’d enjoyed being kissed by Robert. Then it dawned on her that he probably hadn’t; ‘to a vampire, a kiss, an embrace, is simply a means to get what they need’. But, if that was true, why had he kissed her a second time? And what was that about her being a witch?
She looked at her clock and got up, a little bit earlier than usual. Her mother was in the kitchen, making breakfast.
“Beth, you’re up early,” her mother noticed.
“Mum? Do you know anything about the witch trials that took place here in the seventeenth century?” Beth asked.
“No, sorry. You’re much better off asking your father.”
Sometime in the course of getting ready for school, Beth determined not to ask her father about the witches. Not yet at least.