I stand completely stunned in the middle of Eileen's living room, watching as she frantically paces about at a speed I can barely even keep up with. She runs over to a closet, grabs a giant duffle bag, and immediately starts shoving her things inside. It's only in that moment when I snap back to reality and realize what she's doing.
“Eileen?"
“F*ck! I'm sorry, but you've got to go now. There's a back door through the kitchen that you can take and-"
I wrinkle my brows, staring at her in disbelief. Is there some sort of weird vampire knock signal that I should know about? “What's going on?"
“I-I can't explain right now," she rushes out, pacing back and forth between a bookshelf and her bag. She rubs her palms against the side of her pants anxiously, any and all confidence from earlier go
