11 Flying Solo - My Sister the Vampire (4 page)

‘Dad!’ Olivia made a show of scanning him from head to toe. ‘What on earth are you researching? You look . . . well . . . you don’t look your usual suave self!’ Normally Charles was one of the most stylish men she knew. He could walk straight on to the cover of a men’s fashion magazine, but now? Not so much.

He motioned her in and Olivia saw that the dining-room table was completely covered in loose sheets of paper. ‘Never mind that,’ he said quickly. ‘Can you find out about Australian wildlife and the threats they pose to trav–’

Olivia slapped her hands to her cheeks. ‘Oh . . . my . . . goodness . . .’ A thought had dawned in her head. She pointed at him, grinning from ear to ear.

‘No, no, no.’ He pulled his fingers through his hair. ‘It’s not what you –’

Too late! ‘You were going to say “travellers”, weren’t you?’ Olivia’s eyes narrowed. ‘And why would you be thinking of going to Australia and New Zealand unless . . . unless . . . Could it be that you’re planning . . .
a honeymoon
?!’ Olivia jumped up and down squealing.

‘Shhh, shhhhh,’ Charles gestured with his hands as if to tell Olivia to take it down a notch, but she couldn’t help it and, besides, it wasn’t like anyone was listening.

Olivia wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. ‘I’m so happy! You’re marrying Lillian!’

Lillian was a sophisticated vampire whom Charles had met when Olivia first walked the red carpet with Jackson. Not only was Lillian gracious and kind, she also had the most to-die-for accessories on the planet.
Romance plus a killer wardrobe – swoon!
Olivia pressed her lips together and flattened a palm over her heart.

If Charles had been capable of blushing, Olivia thought he would have been pinker than her cotton-candy lipgloss. ‘I haven’t asked her yet,’ he told Olivia. ‘So it’s not guaranteed.’

Olivia tilted her head to the side and folded her arms across her chest. ‘I can’t imagine why she would ever say no. You guys are totally in love. Have you told Ivy yet?’

‘No.’ Charles slid his hands in pockets.’ I was sort of waiting for the right time to tell you two. But
someone
–’ his eyebrows shot up – ‘decided to become an amateur sleuth all of a sudden.’ Olivia grinned sheepishly. ‘I want to make sure I have the perfect wedding and honeymoon lined up before popping the question.’

Judging by the amount of running around we’ve done the past few days, I’m sure it’ll be just that
, Olivia thought,
but
. . . ‘There’s one thing that makes me . . . well . . .’ Her brow furrowed as she tried to decide on the right way to phrase what she had to say. ‘No, no, it’s nothing.’ She shook her head. She shouldn’t have said anything.

Charles’s face fell. ‘What is it? What’s wrong?’

‘Um, well, perhaps,’ she began to point out, trying to be extra gentle, ‘perhaps Lillian might like to have some involvement in planning her own wedding?’ She didn’t want to hurt her bio-dad’s feelings, but sometimes men didn’t quite grasp the importance of white veils, hundreds of lilies and the right bride-and-groom cake-toppers. ‘It is every girl’s dream, after all,’ she finished.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief. ‘For a moment there, I thought it was going to be something really bad.’ He rested his hand on her shoulder. ‘Don’t worry. Nothing is going to be booked until I’ve checked it with Lillian and I’m leaving the finer details all down to her judgment. For now, I just want to look into venues. Take the initiative.
Carpe diem
!’

Olivia mentally cringed. Sometimes Charles and her adoptive dad weren’t so different – they were both equally embarrassing with their love of Latin phrases and self-improvement. ‘So what do you think?’ he continued. ‘Are you still in? Can you look up how long it would take to sail on a barge down the Nile?’

‘A barge down the Nile!’ Olivia’s jaw dropped open. ‘Lillian is going to die! But in a good way,’ she corrected herself before she could freak out her bio-dad even more.

‘Not for many, many more centuries. She
is
a vampire, remember.’ Charles returned to the study while Olivia cleared a spot at the table, swooshing her finger across the computer’s keypad to bring it to life.

Olivia typed ‘barge trip down Nile’ into the search engine and clicked ‘Enter’.
This is going to be the wedding of the decade
, she thought. But then she remembered that she had just returned from the vampire royal wedding in Transylvania, and that
too
had been fabulous.
I guess there’s no reason why they can’t both be utterly awe-inspiring affairs
. It did seem to be the vampire way.

Olivia scrolled through the list of websites.
Uh-oh
. Something popped into her head.
Who will I go to the wedding with?
Ivy had Brendan and, until recently, she would have had Jackson.
Do not think about Jackson
, Olivia commanded herself. Under no circumstances should she be dwelling on the J-word.
Our split was friendly
.
Neither of us got hurt
.
It’s for the best and that is that
. Olivia set her mouth in a line and jotted down a list of phone numbers for Charles to try in the morning.

By the time Olivia had left Ivy’s house, the sun had dropped in the sky and was washing the clouds in soft pinks, yellows and oranges.
Not a bad colour palette for a wedding
, thought Olivia, wishing she had her camera.

She fished a pair of sunglasses from her tote bag. Her eyes were a little sore after so many hours staring at a computer screen. Not that she minded. Knowing exactly what Charles was up to actually made the research fun! She yawned, covering her mouth with her the back of her hand. She was wiped! It was only 6 o’clock and already she couldn’t wait to collapse into bed.

‘Olivia!’ She heard someone calling her name. She span around and there was Brendan, Ivy’s boyfriend. Olivia remembered when Ivy had been too nervous even to say ‘hello’ to the dreamy vampire boy with the long hair and chiselled chin, but now Brendan was totally in love with her sister.

‘Hey, Brendan!’ She waved. He crossed the street at super-speed, checking to make sure no one was around.
Vampires! Always using their super powers even for the simplest things
, thought Olivia, smiling to herself.

‘Talk to Ivy today?’ Brendan asked, chewing on a snack bar that looked a lot like chocolate.

‘Yeah.’ Olivia walked alongside him, past the intersection of Undertaker Hill and Cemetery Lane. ‘But only for a minute. She had to run to dinner. Those time differences are killing us! What is that?’ She poked at the bar.

Brendan held up the wrapper for her to see. ‘It’s a Taurus Bar. For energy.’ He took another bite. ‘There was a stand giving them away in the mall. Want some?’

Olivia clutched her throat and pretended to gag. ‘Ugh, no thanks.’ She pushed it away. ‘It smells like stale cheese crackers. And what does a vampire need an energy bar for anyway?’

Brendan shrugged, studying the shiny wrapper. ‘I don’t know. Why do I care? Who turns down free food?’

Olivia rolled her eyes. ‘Not growing teen boys, I guess.’

‘Plus, it’s high in calories,’ he said, reading. ‘And in glucosamine and oxymistine.’

‘Ummm . . .’ Olivia glanced sideways at him. ‘Are you speaking English?’

‘It’s a synthetic ingredient that helps pump oxygen around the bloodstream. Great for giving an extra boost!’ He thumped his chest with his fists.

Olivia giggled. ‘I’m not sure I want to see a vampire with extra energy!’

‘I’m training to get as buff as possible before Ivy gets back. I want to impress her!’ Brendan took the last chomp out of the Taurus Bar and strolled over to one of Franklin Grove’s community rubbish bins, where he tossed the wrapper. He brushed his hands off, smiling a sad smile as he walked back over. ‘I really miss her, you know,’ he said, wiping his mouth. ‘Even though I’m super excited she’s getting to go on this whole adventure and everything.’
Poor Brendan
. Olivia felt the exact same way.

‘You know, you don’t have to do anything to impress Ivy. She thinks you’re totally cool just the way you are.’ Olivia took a hesitant step forwards, wondering if she should give him a hug, but stopped herself.
I’m not sure I’ve ever hugged Brendan
.

She let her arms fall to her sides. She wasn’t sure how he’d react. As Olivia pulled back, she noticed something. Brendan’s neck and forearms were splotched all over with strange grey patches. Like some kind of weird zombie rash.

She remembered the horrible reaction she’d had to the Bloodbite Nettles she’d got tangled up in back in Transylvania. The vampire plant had made her skin red and bumpy and it itched ten times worse than any case of the chicken pox. She hoped Brendan wasn’t coming down with a weird variation of that.
Maybe he misses Ivy so much he’s made himself lovesick – literally!

‘Brendan . . .’ Olivia said, not taking her eyes off the grey blotches. ‘Are you feeling OK?’

Brendan cracked his neck and wiggled his fingers, shaking out his arms. ‘Yeah, I feel fine.’ He paused. ‘How have you been, since Ivy left?’

‘Me? Well . . .’ Olivia chewed her lip. ‘You know.’

Brendan gave her a smile that was tinged with sadness. ‘Yeah, I know.’ The two of them gazed out across Franklin Grove. It just wasn’t the same without Ivy. Then Brendan cleared his throat. ‘Um, I like your . . . erm . . . outfit today, Olivia. Very, um, pretty.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Olivia asked. Brendan was nice and everything, but she didn’t think he’d ever noticed any outfit she’d put together until now. He looked at her hopefully.
Uh-oh,
she thought.
I smell a rat
.

‘That’s so sweet of you,’ she said, folding her arms and fixing on an overly bright smile. ‘What is it that you like, in particular?’ She swivelled her body from side to side, as though to give him a better view of the ensemble.

She tried not to laugh as two pink spots appeared on Brendan’s cheeks. He waved a hand in the direction of her tunic. ‘Um, the colour. It’s very . . . grey.’

‘Anything else?’ Olivia prompted.

‘And the . . . um . . . Your hair is . . .’ He gave a big sigh. ‘OK, you’ve rumbled me. I give in.’

‘So what’s the favour?’ Olivia said, laughing. ‘You know, the one you’re buttering me up for.’

Brendan lowered his head and peered out from behind his shaggy hair, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. ‘Well, see, there is
one
thing.’ Olivia knew it! ‘Ivy forgot about something when she decided to stay behind in Transylvania.’

‘She forgot something?’ Olivia repeated. ‘Like a toothbrush? Because I’ve seen the place and I’m pretty sure she’s all set. It’s like she’s going to school at the Ritz! They probably have a twenty-four hour concierge service and everything.’

‘No, nothing like that. Ivy, Sophia and I had made, um,
plans
,’ he said.

‘Plans?’ Olivia cocked her head.

‘Yeah, and they’re sort of the type of plans that
need
Ivy.’

‘OK . . .’ What kind of plans would the three vampire friends make? Blood-drinking? A coffin slumber party? A crawly feeling began to spread up the back of Olivia’s neck. She had a hunch that she wasn’t going to like where this was going.

Brendan sighed. ‘When I tell you, you’re going to freak out. It’s a pretty big favour . . .’

Uh-oh
. Olivia felt another item being added to her to-do list – and if it was something that Brendan and ultra-goth Ivy had cooked up together, it was bound to be something that would take her
totally
outside of her comfort zone.

What was Brendan going to ask – and, more importantly, was Olivia ready to hear it?

Chapter Three

T
ransylvanian vampires might not suck blood any more
, Ivy thought,
but I’m pretty sure they’re about to suck the life right out of me
. Petra was seated in the desk next to her, doodling bats in a new black notebook. The whole classroom was arranged like something out of a bad historical movie, with row after row of single desks and chairs. Ivy was dreading this class more than the
beep-beep-beep
ing of her morning alarm clock.
I don’t even understand why I have to be steeped in vampire mythology and etiquette
, she thought, tapping her foot against the floor. She was a twenty-first-century girl, after all!