A Shade of Vampire 8: A Shade of Novak(13)

“Rose.” She looked at me sternly. “Nobody is forcing this to be your last summer as humans. You don’t have to turn into vampires.”

“I know, Corrine. I know. But we do want to turn into vampires. We just really wanted this last summer to be special before we do.”

She frowned at me, biting her lower lip.

“Well, what exactly do you want to do?”

“This place we’re going is off the coast of Scotland. And we’ll likely be the youngest there. If we make friends, we want to be able to go to the mainland and stay out late partying. We’ll need ID to get into clubs. I was reading in the brochure that people above the age of eighteen are allowed to come and go as they please.”

“That’s all you want these passports for?”

I nodded.

“All you need to do is change these dates,” I said. “Oh, and don’t tell my parents about it because I doubt they’d approve.”

“What age do you want to be?”

“Twenty-one.”

She looked at me dubiously.

“Why twenty-one?”

“It’s the legal drinking age in the UK,” I lied, praying Corrine wouldn’t know any better or verify my statement.

“Hm. You don’t exactly look twenty-one.”

“Maybe not,” I said, “But they’re not going to question it if they see it on our ID.”

“Hmm… And this is really all you want for your birthday?”

I nodded vigorously.

A small smile curled at the corner of her lips as she reached for the passports and slid them across the table toward her.

“You’re making me into a criminal by asking me to tamper with these, you do realize that, don’t you? Wait here.”

I waited as she left the room. When she returned a few minutes later, she handed me the two passports—the dates changed and looking as though they had been that way all along.

I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, Aunty Corrine.”

She frowned at me.

“I feel awful going behind your parents’ backs like this. Just promise me that you won’t get yourselves into trouble.”

“I promise,” I said, grinning and dashing out of the room.



Ben was waiting for me in his room when I returned to the penthouse. He raised his eyebrows expectantly and stood up from the bed.

“Well? Did she give them to you?”

I nodded and handed the passports over for him to inspect.

“And you?” I asked. “Did you do it?”

“Yes, I called them,” he replied, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black mobile phone—one of the few phones on the island that Corrine had charmed to allow outside contact with the world. “Jake says we’re still welcome. They were planning to spend the summer in their dad’s condo anyway. And he says Kristal is looking forward to seeing you.”

I sat down on the bed next to him.

“Good. So that’s accommodation sorted. Now, let’s count the money… and we also need to think about plane tickets,” I muttered.

Ben reached under his bed. He pulled out a leather pouch stuffed full of cash. We both started counting up all the pocket money we’d been given by our parents and grandfather over the years that we hadn’t had an opportunity to spend. It amounted to several thousand dollars. Certainly more than enough for two months, especially considering that accommodation would be free of charge.

“So, here’s how this is going to work,” I said, once we’d tucked all the money back into Ben’s pouch and replaced it beneath his bed. I rubbed my temples as I tried to think the plan through. “Corrine will drop us off on the little Scottish island. It will be in the evening, so we may as well spend the night there. But the next morning, we’ll catch a boat out of there and head toward the nearest airport. The staff at the island won’t bat an eyelid on seeing us leave because we’ll have checked in as twenty-one-year-olds with these passports. So, we’ll arrive at the airport. We’ll pay for tickets in cash and book the first flights out of there.”

Ben nodded. “And we’ll take this phone with us as we usually do. They’ve never tried calling the camps we’ve stayed at before—they’ve always contacted us directly on the mobile. So they’re never going to know we’re not in Scotland.”

Ben and I stared at each other as the scale of the trick we were about to attempt settled upon us like a heavy weight.

The truth was, I didn’t enjoy lying to my parents. And Ben didn’t either. Yes, Ben and I threw our strops, but at the end of the day we didn’t like to see worry written all over their faces.

But the invitation of our friends from last summer camp—Kristal and Jake—had begun ringing in our ears as soon as our mother had mentioned we were to be going on this stupid adventure course. That, and the fact that this really was going to be our last summer as humans.

“It’s just this once,” Ben said quietly. “For two months. They’ll never know. We’ll just make sure to be back in Scotland on the date Corrine is due to pick us up.”

I nodded, though his words didn’t dissipate the guilt that had settled in my stomach. We had never perpetrated such a massive deception before. We’d be betraying not only our parents’ trust, but also Corrine’s.