Dark Angel Academy (The Complete Series) - G. Bailey Page 0,10
big grin before leaving my room. I pop another sweet into my mouth, deciding I need to make my bed and then get some sleep, just as a deep voice makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“The new ones are going to die.” I swiftly turn around, seeing a ghost in front of the window. The ghost’s back is to me, leaving me only to see his black, very expensive looking suit and dark hair. He isn’t as see-through as the usual ghosts I see, and he has a strange white glow to him, much unlike the usual red, blue or green colours I see on the ghosts. I search around him for a light or dark portal, but there isn’t anything nearby. Just this ghost watching the star-filled skies. Like the world slows, the ghost turns around and locks eyes with me. Every danger alert I’ve ever taught myself just disappears as I meet his gaze and stay so still. His hair is the colour of dark smoke, snaking around his forehead in thick locks. His eyes remind me of a twilight sky, touched with purple and blue streaks of light. He is incredibly handsome and strange, a dangerous mixture. I eye his ears and how the tips are pointed up, kind of like an elf.
Is that what he is? An elf?
“You can see me.” He leaves the statement, not a question, between us. I never talk to ghosts or meet their gaze like I am right now. Not since I did it as a kid and learnt what happens when ghosts start to haunt you. When I was seven, I made friends with the ghost of a teenager who called herself True. True died in a car crash, and she wanted to find her parents, but I was too young to help her with that. I told her she could be my friend, and for a while, it worked...then she got restless. True started screaming at me all the time, and then it escalated to her pushing me down the stairs and breaking my arm. I ended up having a four-hour surgery to put plates in my arm to fix what True did, and then when I went home, she was gone. Riley said she might have followed me to the hospital and got lost there, but I like to think she moved on to wherever the ghosts go. I rub the three scars on my arm that serve as a reminder of what ghosts can do when they get obsessed.
“Are you an elf?” I ask, and he laughs, like a full-body laugh that is addictive, and I find myself chuckling along with him.
I’m laughing with a ghost. FML.
“Elf? No, not at all. I am a vampire,” he replies, and I go very still. I search his body for any sign of injury or what killed him, but I don’t find anything. “But that must be our secret for now, or at least until we trust each other more. Angels like yourself do not like the word vampire.”
“Why?” I find myself asking. Stop talking to the ghost, Kaitlyn.
“Such a long story, and we have only just met,” he replies with a secretive smirk. I bet when he was alive, he could get all the girls with only a smile. Maybe he has a ghost harem...it wouldn’t even surprise me. “I’m Erendriel Raloxisys, a master vampire and currently suffering with a dead problem.”
I can’t help but smile a little at him. Dammit, charming ghosts are a new kind of danger, it seems. “I’m Kaitlyn Lightson, I can see ghosts and have been able to since I was five. I also died, and now I’m apparently training to be an angel.”
“Death seems to be our thing in common,” he smiles, flashing me a toothy grin in which I see two fangs. Damn, he isn’t lying. I’m talking to a vampire ghost, and vampires are real.
What fairy tale isn’t real at this point?
“Kaitlyn,” he whispers my name, almost like he is tasting it on his lips. I shiver even though the room isn’t cold.
“Eren...dr...wait, I’m just going to call you Ren as your name is too complicated,” I mutter.
“Ren I like,” he replies. “But then, I’ve not spoken to anyone in what seems like forever, so I am bound to agree with you.”
“How long ago did you die?” I ask, taking a step closer even when the logical side of me tells me I should be