The Dead Girls Dance Page 0,7

dumped the hockey stick and opened the closet door. Oh, crap, she sighed. I hope nothings torn in there. It is not easy to get clothes in this town. Michael?

Claire looked over her shoulder. A pile of black and red netting stirred, and Michaels blond head appeared. He sat up, brushing off Goth, and silently held up a pair of black lace panties. Thong.

Hey! Eve yelped, and grabbed them from his fingers. Personal! Andlaundry!

Michael just smiled. For a guy whod been stabbed, hacked up, and buried less than twenty-four hours ago, he looked remarkably composed. Im not even going to ask what you wore them with, he said. Its more fun to imagine.

Eve snorted and gave him a hand up. Shanes taken our new boyfriend downstairs. What now? We cant exactly shimmy down a drainpipe.

Not in fishnets, you cant, he agreed, straight-faced. Get changed. The less attention you attract from these guys, the better.

Eve grabbed a pair of blue jeans from the floor of the closet, and a baby-doll T that must have been a gift; it was aqua blue, with a sparkle rainbow over the chest. Very not Eve. She glared at Michael and tapped her foot.

What? he asked.

Gentlemen turn around. Or so Ive heard.

He faced the corner. Eve stripped off her spiderweb-lace shirt and the red top beneath, and stepped out of the red and black tartan skirt. The fishnets were garterstotally sexy. Not a word, she warned Claire, and rolled them down. She didnt take her eyes off of Michael. There was red burning hot in her cheeks.

Dressing took thirty seconds, and then Eve grabbed up the scattered clothes, the garter belt, and the fishnets, and stuffed them into the closet before saying, Okay, you can turn around.

Michael did, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He was smiling slightly, eyes half-closed.

What? Eve demanded. She was still blushing. Dont I look stupid enough now?

You look great, he said, and crossed to kiss her lightly on the lips. Go wash your face.

Eve went to the bathroom and shut the door. Claire said, Youve got some kind of a plan, right? Because we dont. Well, Shane thinks we should let his dad do whatever, and run, but Eve doesnt think its a good idea

Its suicide, Michael said flatly. Shanes dad is an idiot, and hes going to get Shane killed. You, too.

But you have got a plan.

Yeah, Michael said. I have a plan.

When Eve came back from the bathroom, Michael put his finger to his lips again, unlocked the door, and walked them across the hall. He reached behind the picture frame and pushed the hidden button, and the paneling creaked open to reveal one of the secret rooms of the Glass House. Amelies room, Claire remembered. The one the vampire liked the best, probably because there were no windows and the only exit was from a concealed button. How weird was it to be living in a house builtand, really, ownedby a vampire?

Inside, Michael whispered. Eve. Cell phone?

She patted her pockets, held up a finger, and dashed back to her room. She came back holding it up. Michael hustled them up the narrow staircase, and the door hissed shut behind them. No knob on this side, either.

Upstairs, the room was just as Claire had last seen itelegant Victorian splendor, a little dusty. This room, like all of the house, seemed to have a sense of something present in it, something just out of sight. Ghosts, she thought. But Michael seemed to be the only ghost, and he was as normal as could be.

Then again, the house was alive, kind of, and it was keeping Michael alive, too. So maybe not so normal.

Phone, Michael said, and held out his hand as he sat down on the couch. Eve handed it over, frowning.

Just who are you planning to call? she asked. Ghostbusters? Its not like we have a lot of options.

Michael grinned at her and pressed three keys, then activated the call. The response was nearly immediate. Hello, 911? This is Michael Glass, 716 Lot Street. I have intruders in my house. No, I dont know who they are, but there are at least three of them.

Eves mouth flopped open in surprise, and Claire blinked, too. Calling the police seemed sonormal. And so wrong.

You might want to tell the officers that this house and its occupants are under the Founders Protection, he said. They can verify that, I guess.

He smiled and hung up a moment