The line went blank. It scared me. I didn't who she was yelling at or why. I was an idiot. I thought about calling her again to make sure everything was ok. But that would make me seem way too stalkerish and concerned. Besides, she was being a bitch. And I really do anything wrong.
Ok. Maybe I did. But I'm an idiot. I kept telling myself this until I heard a knock on the door. I answered it, not thinking about who it could be. Sofie barged in. She was freaking out. She probably came here to apologize.
"Wren," she said, "I just turned someone."
"I accept your apology, babe... wait... WHAT?"
I had completely ignored what she said. Damn. She just rolled her eyes and continued to panick.
"Please," she whispered, "what do I do?"
"Well... crap. You're a newborn. And you just made another newborn? Holy crap."
"Why? Why are you saying that? Is she gonna die? Shit. Goddamnit."
"Nah, she won't die... but you're gonna be in trouble... huge trouble. You have to go visit Luna earlier. She'll be angry. She's a bitch, though, that's why. And then she'll decide whether to trust you as a vampire or kill you and your friend."
She didn't say anything. Fear masked her face.
"We hide the body."
"And how are you gonna do that?"
"In my apartment. I'll keep her here. And she'll take longer to change because a newborn changed her."
"You're gonna keep her here? In your apartment?”
A taste of jealousy flavored her voice.
“Does that bother you?”
“No. I have to go get her from the car.”
“I’ll come with you.”
She groaned, opening the door, walking down the stairs. She led me to her car.
“Did you put her in the trunk?” I asked searching for her.
“No, dumbass. She’s not some type of secret cargo. I put her in the front seat.”
“Well, dumbass,” I emphasized, “she’s not there.”
I pointed toward the car.
“Holy crap! Where would she go?”
“Hunting?” I offered.
“No. I specifically told her not to go anywhere. And she agreed.”
“Well… she lied.”
“We need to find her!”
“Well, we can’t right now. She’ll come back sooner or later.”
“How do you know?”
“Vampires come back. They could be quite loyal, you know. And she’s your best friend, right?”
“But she’s probably pissed at me. I turned her.”
“Yeah, but so were you. And then… you know.”
“Whatever, Wren. When would she come back?”
“Once she’s drank some blood. She’ll come back exactly here. In the passenger seat in your car.”
“How long would that take?”
“At most… 3 days.”
“3 days… well, I can wait I guess.”
“It’s Friday,” I said, “so you can stay at my place for now.”
“And what about Savannah?”
“She’s after you. It would be best if you stayed with me.”
“You’re trying to… you know what... whatever. But I won’t be easy.”
“So you’re still mad at me?”
“Yeah,” she groaned, marching into the building.
I smiled. At least she agreed to stay. And gradually… she would come back.