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know what they said about curiosity. Yeah, I hate cats.
    I’d lost Tatum on the first floor, but Cyrus stayed by Malcolm’s side like a good little puppy. I was moderately thankful for that. I’d hate to see what would happen should Malcolm and I be left alone to our own devices.
    Dragging my rolling case behind me, I followed the fiery haired vampire boy to a second set of stairs. Cyrus had so kindly carried my messenger bag, but I wished he hadn’t. All this chivalry was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable.
    Fuck that, let the bastard carry your bags. What’s it hurting aside from his masculinity?
    The second set of stairs was much less extravagant than the first and led to a mundane hallway much narrower than the second floor. I assumed this was once where they hid the ‘help’. I was just about to voice a formal complaint until I heard Malcolm tell Cyrus his room was just across the hall from mine. The ever shrinking portion of my inner psyche that told me to stay away from Cyrus Atossa quickly became his biggest cheering section. The extremely naughty thoughts that entered my head then caused my face to turn cherry red and bead with sweat.
    Malcolm opened the door to my room and I ducked in immediately hiding my red face as best I could. The room was more expansive than I assumed it would be. It held an oversized, ornately decorated armoire and a four-poster bed complete with a chiffon canopy. Nothing I would have chosen for my bedroom at home, but definitely cool for a weekend in the den of Dracula.
    I left my rolling case at the door and flopped down on my new bed. I could feel the familiar texture of a feather down comforter hidden under the pink and gold embroidered duvet. I took a quick count of pillows and came up with nine in total. I’d never seen that many pillows on a bed in my life. I rolled to my back and gazed up at the canopy. A matching shade of pink surrounded the four posts and draped from each all the way to the floor. A gas light sconce provided the only light in the room, but allowed me to see well enough to notice there was no outside light coming into the room. Thick maroon curtains hung to the floor on the wall opposite the door, but no sign of natural light peeked through.
    “Where would you like your bag?” Cyrus asked cordially from the doorway.
    “Anywhere is fine.” I left my spot on the bed and headed toward the curtains in search of added light.
    My hands admired the velvet material of the drapes for a moment before I flung them back dramatically. No window lay beneath these curtains. Instead, a mirror as tall as me adorned the wall.
    “Who hides a mirror behind a curtain? Who has a room with no window?” I was mostly talking to myself, “ Curiouser and curiouser.”
    “This is only the beginning.” I met the green eyes that stared a hole through me. He smiled and turned from me, leaving the room. Leaving me with only his ominous words.
    “Do they rehearse this shit?” I thought aloud.
    A monthly meeting of creepy bastards, perhaps. On the docket today, new ways to scare the shit out of people. Jesus .
    I grabbed my smallest bag and pulled my phone from the side pocket. I figured I’d better call my mom; she wasn’t overbearing or anything, only a normal mom with normal worries. Although, we didn’t talk much these days. I thought she was kind of in denial about the whole killing some people thing. It was the same selective denial she lived in when it came to Mike. One of the main reasons we didn’t talk much anymore. According to her, Mike and I were still going strong. All you needed was love she said. She obviously smoked herself stupid in the seventies.
    I turned my phone on after more than six hours of being off and I had only one voicemail. How loved I was! My shoulders slumped a little as I listened to the message.
    “Ba…Dylan, hey, it’s me. Uh, Mike. Listen, we’ve got a situation churning out here I think you’d like to know about. Hey, uh, gimme a