Thirty-SevenJake had previously felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, opting not to read it as the rain battered the car. As he pulled off the main highway, he felt it vibrate again. He checked the rear-view mirror, happy that neither Virdelas nor Alain could see what he was doing. Lying the phone on his lap, Jake quickly read the messages, a swell of hope rising inside him. A few minutes later, the Nissan pulled up on Jake's driveway. He looked at the clock on the dashboard. 21:48. “Okay. We're here.”
“Not tricks, Jake,” Alain said, his voice dark and ominous. Jake climbed out of the car, opening the rear passenger door. Vicky did the same, the giant vampires climbing out.
“Mummy,” Jasper said as he ran into his mother's embrace.
She knelt down, holding him. “Just be quiet, Jaspy. Do a
