Anchor - Part 1 (Benny Weir x Fem!Reader)
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Summary - As supernatural events begin to unfold in the town of Whitechapel, who better to save the day than two geeks, a vampire and a book nerd?
Notes - First five parts of this collection will follow the movie, others following will be in chronological order of the show. Also open to misc. requests if wanted <3
Word Count - 5,325
Warning(s) - Jealousy?
Music played softly in the background as you stood in front of your mirror, fixing your hair. You hummed along here and there, but otherwise, you were too tired to put any further effort into your enjoyment. After checking your appearance from various angles, you left when you felt satisfied. Plopping down in your desk chair, you reached for your shoes and slipped them on, then stood and picked up your backpack from the floor to sling it over your shoulder and grab the current book you were reading from your desk, then stepped out.
Your mom walked in just as you reached the front door and you startled, stepping out of the way while muttering a quick apology.
“Hey, sweetheart.” She said tiredly and you regarded her with sympathy, moving past her to exit.
“Hey, Mom. Got toast on the counter for you.” You told her before leaving with a quick ‘love you’.
The walk to school was only about ten minutes, thankfully. Your feet were your only option for transportation since you lacked both a bike and a license. It meant you had to leave a little earlier than others to get to school, but otherwise, you quite enjoyed the peaceful walk.
That, and it was an excuse for you to read more.
You looked up occasionally to observe your path, experiencing a blend of disappointment and anticipation as the school became visible. Nose buried in your book even as you walked through its doors, you aimlessly wandered toward your locker - only to be yanked back by the handle on your backpack.
You gasped and stumbled back a bit, a hand - the same hand that pulled you - steadying you before you fell.
“No way a book is that good.” You heard Benny say in disbelief. You gave him a small frown, seeing him already looking down at you with an amused smile.
“I don't dock you for Nights of Ninja.” You retorted, the book still partially open.
“Yeah, because you also play it.” Ethan joined from beside Benny.
“Well, then, maybe you should also read a book.” You then marked your page and closed it before resuming making your way to your locker, the other two falling into step beside you.
“Think we do enough of that here already.” Ethan said from your left, Benny on your right.
“Yeah, why would I willingly torture myself outside of school?” Benny scoffed and you rolled your eyes.
“Reading a good book's not torture.” You argued, reaching your locker and moving to open it as the two casually hovered.
“Anything that involves me scanning a piece of paper and fighting to retain the information is torture.” Benny continued, dropping his head to look at you.
“If Star Wars was a book, would you read it?” You asked casually, grabbing a textbook from your locker before closing it and turning to Benny again, looking up at him expectantly as he stuttered, trying to find an argument. When he came up short, he looked to Ethan for help.
“She's got a point.” He shrugged before you and he started walking.
“Come on, you're supposed to be on my side!” Benny complained before following with a dramatic sigh. “Side note,” he changed the subject, “Apparently someone needs a babysitter now -”
“Dude!” Ethan cut him off with a hiss. “I told you not to talk about it.” He paused. “And it's not for me. It's for Jane.” You raised a questioning brow at his clarification and he did a double take when he noticed. “What? I'm serious.”
“What happened?” You asked in a bored tone, looking forward again. Hearing Ethan sigh, you mentally braced yourself.
“She went outside and saw something and freaked out.”
Immediately, you scoffed. “That's it?”
“Yep.” Ethan pops the ‘p’, the three of you coming to a stop near your classroom door.
“Wait,” you said as you turned to face them, “Why don't your parents just ask me?” You asked genuinely with a shrug.
“Because you hang out with us.” Benny pointed out like it was obvious. “You're literally doomed by association.”
With a small pout, you glanced away and mumbled. “I guess.”
“Besides,” Ethan said. “They already found someone.”
“Who?” Your brow furrowed curiously and both of them shrugged.
“No idea. Some girl named Erica, apparently. But I was telling Ethan here,” Benny offered him a teasing glance. “That it could be a free ticket to movie night with one of these smokin’ hot chicks.” He nodded his head towards the hallway, students walking past.
You felt a small pang in your gut and rolled your eyes. “Alright, that's my cue.” Turning away and heading inside the classroom, you ignored Benny's confused expression as Ethan jabbed him.
You, Benny and Ethan had known each other for years by that point, having practically grown up with each other. You'd lived in Whitechapel your whole life, just you and your mom. Ethan had been your neighbor since you were five and your mom and his parents became good friends, inevitably leading to the two of you hanging out and also becoming friends.
Two years later, Benny showed up as a new neighbor and tagged along, turning your duo into a trio. You bounced from house to house, having sleep overs and playing countless games, you buried in your books while they geeked about the latest action figures and comics.
Even after you'd moved further away from them, it wasn't too far. Maybe a ten minute difference, if that. And that was only by walking. You and your mom stayed put after that, still hanging out with the two pretty much every day.
Fidgety, you tapped your pencil on your notebook, the first half of school dragging on. Bored teachers drew out the lessons as you restlessly bounced your leg. But you were quickly able to finish any classwork, shoving your nose back in your book when you were done.
You didn't see Ethan or Benny again until lunch, spotting them sitting at the end of an emptier table. When you saw them sitting with Rory, you smiled a bit and made your way over, sitting on his right.
“‘Sup.” You greeted, pulling your lunch out of your backpack. Ethan and Benny grumbled their own ‘hello’, Rory energetic as usual. You glanced at Ethan who seemed to be quieter than usual. “You okay?”
Ethan looked over at you and straightened a little, giving you a tight smile. “Yeah. All good.” He replied, but his voice was tense. Benny rolled his eyes.
“He spilt some babe's lunch all over her shirt.” He explained, which earned him a side glance.
“On accident.” Ethan grit out defensively.
“Well, at least you're probably on her radar now?” You shrugged awkwardly, trying to cheer him up somehow. When he glared at you, you muttered a quick apology and went to your food.
“She's right, though. Think that's the most interaction you've had with a girl here.” Benny tried now.
“Hey!” You looked at him offendedly and chucked a grape at him while he stuttered and gestured with his hands, backtracking.
“Obviously besides you!”
Rolling your eyes and leaning an elbow on the table, your cheek mushed as you rested it against your palm, beginning to pick at your food.
“No way…” Benny said, and you all turned to him, noticing his gaze fixed on a different table. You turned your head to see where he was looking, spotting a notorious Dusk fan and a brunette talking. “That babe you branded is friends with her?”
Another punch to your gut.
“Who?” Ethan asked casually as you looked back at your food, trying to hide your disappointment. “Stage one Dusker girl?”
“Her name's Erica,” Benny corrected. “And she's the Princess Leia to my Han Solo.”
You cringed at the comparison, staying silent as you gnawed on your cheek and bounced your leg.
“And hey, maybe she's your babysitter for tonight.”
“Okay,” Ethan chuckled. “In no universe are you Han.” He started. You scoffed, but cut yourself off when Benny narrowed his eyes at you. “I doubt it's the same Erica.”
Benny paused for a moment before responding. “Eh, you're right. Probably too good to be true.”
“Go ask her, then.” You mumbled, eyeing Rory out of the corner of your eye as he fiddled with a bulky set of what looked like night vision goggles. Ethan and Benny looked at you, but you paid them no mind.
“Great idea.” Benny pointed at you before standing. “I’m gonna find out.” He declared with finality, heading towards them as Ethan called for him to stop, Rory cheering him on.
You sighed and sank your cheek further into your palm, refusing to watch. Ethan glanced at you sympathetically when he noticed your sour expression and he lightly kicked your foot under the table, prompting you to glance up at him and see him offer you a small smile. You returned it as best you could, but it wasn't much.
“You can still come over tonight, if you want?” He tried to offer, though a bit awkward. “Maybe spend some girl time with her and Jane?”
Gaze softening at his attempt at cheering you up, you quietly replied as you looked back down at the table. “Nah, it's fine. Probably wouldn't get along anyway.”
Just then, Benny came back and sat back down, him and Rory sharing a quiet high five. You tuned them out, mindlessly chewing your food.
It wasn't until the last few months that you developed feelings for Benny, or at least realized you had them. And while Ethan never outright confronted you about it, you knew he was aware. You didn't want to risk your friendship by saying anything, and with how often Benny flirted and tried (and failed) to ask girls on dates, you figured he only saw you as a kind of ‘sister from another mister’.
A hand waving in front of your face made you blink and you pulled away from your hand, looking up at a concerned Benny.
“Welcome back.” He said sarcastically. You noticed him and Ethan standing beside you, Rory now gone. “You good?” He asked skeptically, raising a brow.
Eyes wide, you nodded and began hurriedly cleaning up. “Yeah, sorry.” You muttered, standing and slipping on your backpack.
After school, you walked in to see your mom sitting on the living room couch, eyes focused on the TV. She looked over at you when she heard the door open, then looked back at the screen.
“Hey, sweetheart.” She called from the couch as you set your backpack on the floor, toeing off your shoes.
“Hey.” You said simply in return, voice quieter than usual.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothin', just tired.” You tried to brush it off, wandering into the kitchen and grabbing a soda. You heard her footsteps soon after and you sighed, biting at your cheek.
“Come on.” She said knowingly, leaning her hip against the counter and crossing her arms. “What's goin’ on?”
You slowly looked over at her as you were about to sip from the can, eyes wide.
“Boy trouble again?”
“Again?” You repeated weakly, trying to sound oblivious as your heart skipped.
Your mom lowered her head, fixing you with a meaningful gaze. “Yes, again. I'm Mom. I know these things.”
You sighed again, lowering the can, and your shoulders slowly dropped defeatedly. Reluctantly, you nodded your head.
This time, your mom sighed, her eyes softening the way only a mother's does. “Benny?”
You nodded again, looking down at the can in your hands.
She paused for a moment before speaking again, trying to meet your eyes. “It's frustrating, I know. But he's also still just a boy. A stupid one, but a boy nonetheless.”
Her comment made you smile a bit and you looked up at her, seeing a warm smile on her face.
“He'll figure it out.” She added softly. When you stayed silent, she pushed herself off the counter and rested a hand on your upper arm, giving it a gentle squeeze and rubbing it a bit before walking away to her bedroom.
Not long after, you said goodbye to her before she left for work, then retreated to your room with your backpack. You put on some soft music for background noise and turned your desk lamp on, curtains closed. At your desk, you worked on your homework for the day, thankfully knocking it out rather quickly. After you finished, you moved to your bed with your book, opened it, and started reading.
Normally, you would read for the pure enjoyment of it, ranging from romance novels to traditional non-fiction. But now, it seemed you were simply reading as a means of distraction. You were taking in the words on the page, but not comprehending them as naturally as you usually would.
Hours later, the sun now set and replaced by a black sky, your book is set off to the side and finished. You simply lay on your back, eyes closed as you listened to your music. A much-needed respite.
Until your phone rang.
Pulled out of your relaxed stupor, you sighed and reached for your phone, seeing Ethan's caller ID. Your brow furrowed slightly before you answered, putting him on speaker and setting your phone on your chest as you lay back down.
“What’s up?” You asked, tone light with a twinge of worry.
“(Y/n), I need your help with something.” Ethan quickly said, catching you off guard and you took your phone and sat up.
“Why, what happened?”
“Think he's finally going crazy.” You heard Benny in the background, followed by a quiet ‘ow’.
Ethan sighed through the phone. “I don't really know right now. It's hard to explain.” He paused, but you already knew what he was going to ask.
“Yeah, I'll come over.” You stood and grabbed your necessities before walking out of your room to the front door. “I'll be there in ten, okay?”
“Thanks, (y/n). I know it's later, but -”
“It's fine, dweeb.” You cut him off with a light chuckle as you slipped on your shoes. “Heading out. Ten minutes.” The two of you exchanged a quick goodbye before you headed outside, locking the front door behind you.
The colder night air wasn't unwelcome, but it definitely made the walk less pleasant than usual. It was a walk you were familiar with considering how many times you made the trek. The neighborhood was quiet with a few one-off strange occurrences, but none were ever completely safe.
His house coming into view, you walked a little faster until you came upon the front door, giving it a small knock to alert them before opening it and stepping inside.
A relieved Ethan immediately greeted you. Jane sat on the lounge chair in the living room while Benny was standing by the kitchen island, scrolling his phone. He glanced up when he saw you walk in, pocketing it.
“Hey,” Ethan said almost breathlessly and you raised a brow at him as he glanced over to ensure Jane remained distracted before speaking. “Okay, I know this is going to sound crazy, but some weird stuff just happened and I have no idea what's going on. But I don't think the babysitter is normal.” He explained cautiously, watching your reaction.
You glanced over at Benny and he just shrugged dramatically. Rolling your eyes, you walked further inside, making your way over to the island and sitting on top of it beside Benny.
“Alright, let me hear it.” You said with a defeated sigh, hands resting on the edge of the island.
“Erica couldn't make it for whatever reason, so her friend came by to cover for her.” Ethan started, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I checked in on her when she was in the bathroom because something didn't sound right -”
“Barged in, really.” Benny cut in, and both of you shot him a dirty look. He held up his hands in surrender and let him continue.
“Anyway,” Ethan said dismissively. “When I was looking at her, I looked at the mirror behind her and it was like she didn't have a reflection.”
Lips parted in confusion, you squinted at him. You stuttered, about to speak when Ethan cut you off to continue.
“And then when she touched me, I saw something. Like, it was like images were flashing through my head.”
You remained silent, trying to process the sudden bout of whatever.
“Told you. He's going crazy.” Benny said from beside you. You lightly kicked his thigh with your foot, looking at him with a small frown before turning back to Ethan.
“Okay,” you started with a heavy sigh, “You're positive she didn't have a reflection?” Ethan swallowed and nodded. “Kay.” You said thoughtfully, trying to rack your brain for any ideas. “And what exactly did you see in these… images?” Ethan and Benny glanced at each other.
“Wait, you believe me? Like, actually?” Ethan asked incredulously.
“Yeah, what?” Benny joined, and you glanced between them.
It was true. You believed Ethan, and you did know he would never joke about something so strange and unusual. You weren't even sure if Benny would. So in case whatever was happening was real, you thought it best to nip it in the bud as quickly as possible rather than let it ride out and possibly turn into something worse.
“Well, you wouldn't lie about something like this.” You confirmed with a nervous laugh. “And you especially wouldn't ask me to come over last minute. I mean, you might.” Benny gave you an offended mien and you challenged him playfully. “Tell me I'm wrong.”
“Uh, you're wrong.” He argued and jabbed your side, making you curl away with a yelp.
“Guys, come on.” Ethan got your attention, and you looked back at him again with a dying giggle, Benny biting back a smile.
“Well, what did you see?” You impatiently asked again, moving to lean back on your hands.
Ethan thought for a moment. “It was like,” he paused as he tried to remember. “An old tree? And then some kind of cemetery, I think.”
Biting your cheek, you looked down at the floor in thought. You remembered reading up on supernatural theories a while back, but the details were foggy now. And it was possible it wasn't even supernatural.
“Maybe she, like…” You looked up at the ceiling as you raked through your mental encyclopedia. “Projected something to you without knowing?” Shrugging, you looked between the two. “Or it's some kind of weird stone tape theory-esque thing?”
“Weird what?” Benny asked, clueless as he faced you.
“You know? Stone tape theory?” The two shared a lost expression, and you sighed. “It’s a theory that emotionally charged events are imprinted on natural materials. Like stone.” You explained as if you were telling them the sky was blue. “So anyone near that material could hear or feel whatever happened.” You looked at Ethan then. “Maybe it was some kind of version of that?”
They considered that your near addiction to reading had its perks. You seemed to know a little about a lot, some subjects more than others. You and Benny seemed to share a particular interest in the paranormal, but you learned about the subject through text while he took a more ‘active’ approach through trial and error.
Just then, there was a knock at the back door, and Benny made his way over as if they were already expecting someone. You slid off the counter and watched curiously as he opened it. When you saw his grandmother walk through the door, your face lit up and she returned it with equal enthusiasm.
“Hey!” You greeted her, making your way over to give her a hug.
“Hello, dear!” She returned the hug gratefully. “Oh, it feels like it's been forever.” She said as she pulled away, hands on your arms as she looked you over, tucking a hair behind your ear.
“I think a month?” You questioned, looking at Benny for confirmation. He shrugged and nodded.
“Little over a month?” He guestimated, sliding his hands into his pockets.
“That's too long now. You need to start coming over more.” She said, giving you a pointed look. You and Benny laughed nervously, glancing at each other as both of your cheeks tinted pink. Your attention was unexpectedly drawn away when you saw Ethan swiftly grab his keys and other belongings.
“Alright,” Benny commenced, looking to his grandmother in earnest. “Now, if the pizza isn't here in,” he checked his watch. “Twenty-six minutes, you do not. Pay. A dime.”
She checked her own watch and nodded, deciding to go along with it while you looked up at Benny with a raised brow.
“Huh?” You questioned as Ethan slipped on his jacket.
“We will be right back.” Ethan told her. You looked at him now, even more confused.
“Huh?” You questioned again with more emphasis as Ethan made his way to the back door. Benny sighed and rolled his eyes, pushing you to follow with a hand on your back.
“Come on.” He told you in a way that said he'd done it a thousand times before, saying a quick thanks to his grandma before leaving.
You fought to keep up with them as they sped walked down the sidewalk, you having to trot a little to catch up. Benny glanced back as he juggled the wires dangling from his bag, trying to shove them back in and he slowed when he saw you struggling, walking beside you now.
“Ethan, soldier left behind!“ He shouted to him, and Ethan consequently turned his gaze back, reducing his speed after huffing slightly.
“Can someone please tell me where we're going?” You asked in exasperation, reaching over to help Benny with the wires, both of you getting them tucked back in.
“We're looking for Sarah.” Ethan explained as you both caught up, now walking together.
“The babysitter?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed, “Said she had to find Erica. Something about her being in trouble?” He shook his head. “I don't know, but something isn't right.”
Glancing between him and Benny, you asked cautiously. “Are we sure we want to get involved? I mean, we don't know what we're dealing with here.”
“(Y/n),” Benny urged. “I didn't bring all this,” he motioned to his bag with an exaggerated hand wave, “For no reason. This is finally our chance to use it!”
“What is all that stuff, anyway?” Ethan asked, glancing back at Benny's overly stuffed bag.
“Digicams with night vision and infrared!” Benny explained and you gasped and grabbed his shoulder, turning to him with wide, excited eyes
“Wait, do you have thermal?”
Benny's shoulders dropped in disappointment. “No, I didn't realize I left it until I got here.” You pouted in shared disappointment, dropping your hand. “You said her reflection wasn't all there, right?” He asked Ethan now.
“Yeah?”
“Well, here's a thought. What if this is some publicity stunt thing for that stupid Dusk movie?”
You rolled your eyes as Benny fell behind when he stopped.
“If this is a punk, I knew it all along!” He exclaimed, paranoid, as he pointed around you and you and Ethan shushed him in a panic.
“Dude!”
“You trying to wake everyone up?” You hissed, glancing around cautiously. Benny dropped his arm, skeptically looking around one last time before resuming his walk while you sighed heavily and followed again.
When you reached downtown, Benny pulled out a pair of night vision goggles and slipped them over his head, the three of you beginning to wander in search of Sarah.
“Hey.” You whispered at Benny as he stared down an alleyway you were passing, walking over to him.
“Yeah?” He asked without looking at you.
“Gimme a cam.” You told him, reaching for his bag. He reached down and opened it more to let you dig through it, only briefly glancing at it. Through the tangle of wires, you pulled out a small handheld night vision camera, flipping it open and turning it on.
“Careful with it, alright? That's worth at least, like, five memberships to Gamer Town.” He warned, but it lacked any real bite.
“I know.” You brushed him off as you waited for it to load. Once it turned on, you squinted at the screen, looking up at him and complaining. “You didn't charge it all the way?”
He shifted his focus, large black lenses boring into you and his shoulders raised as he defended himself. “How was I supposed to know we'd need it?”
“Guys, come on!” You heard Ethan hiss at you. You and Benny glanced at each other before you continued on, you looking through the small camera screen.
After what felt like an hour of grueling search, the three of you stopped on the sidewalk, out of breath.
“It's hopeless.” Benny panted. “We lost her.”
You sighed and smoothed down your hair, frizzy from walking outside for so long. Closing the cam shut, you decided to try and preserve its battery.
“Must. Have. Pizza!” Benny begged a determined Ethan.
“We've searched almost every single possible place. I don't think she's here.” You tried to let him down gently and Benny gestured to you, acknowledging your agreement.
“She's out here,” he insisted, looking around them, “I can feel it.”
Just as you were about to argue, you heard what sounded like a dumpster rustling, and all of your heads turned in its direction. You shared a glint of hope and an underlying fear, then began heading towards the sound.
“Hey, this is, like,” you paused, “Horror movie no-no number one.” You drifted closer to Benny who slid off his goggles as you approached the alleyway.
“At least it's not by yourself,” He glanced at you nervously. “Right…?”
You looked at each other with wide, panicked eyes and nodded timidly in agreement.
The rustling got louder as you stopped in front of the alley. It was small and a mess, a large dumpster sitting with bags of trash beside it.
“There's definitely something there.” Ethan mumbled.
The three of you stared, trying to see what it was. Benny blindly felt around for your hand that had the camera, grasping your wrist and pulling it when he found it. Getting the idea, you flipped open the screen and turned it on, switching on night vision and looking through it. You held it still as it adjusted, pointed at whatever was rustling.
Then you froze.
Your eyes widened as you looked between the screen and what it was. Benny, noticing your reaction, leaned in to look with you and his reaction turned the same when he spotted what you saw.
A girl, presumably Sarah, was crouched beside the dumpster, a lifeless rat in her hands as she dug her face into it.
Terrified, you and Benny grasped at each other, searching for something to ground yourselves.
“What?” Ethan asked, clueless. “Guys, what?” He pressed when you didn't answer. He sighed and shook his head, about to walk towards it when you reached out your hand to pull him back.
“Remember what I said about horror movies?” You whispered, not looking away from the screen. Ethan pulled on your hand to see it and you felt Benny's hands grip your shoulders, watching as she devoured the rat.
“We should leave,” Benny swallowed. “We should leave right now.” He tried to pull you away.
After Ethan got up to speed, all three of you screamed. You were all holding onto each other now, huddled as you stared. Her head turned to face you, eyes glowing yellow with a set of bloodied fangs. When she hissed at you, you all bolted before she could do anything.
“We are so dead!” Ethan shouted as you ran.
“Think for yourself!” Benny yelled back. “Skinny guy, coming through!”
You fought to keep up with them, looking back but not yet seeing her. “I think she might be a vampire!” You panted, trying to push yourself to run faster.
“You think?!” Benny retorted in a panic.
“Uh huh!”
“Ethan! Remember those battle plans I sent you?! Evasive maneuvers!” He stepped in a zig-zag pattern suddenly, slowing down enough for you to finally catch up. You ran past him a bit, then skidded to a stop and looked at him with panicked confusion.
“Benny, come on!” After shouting breathlessly, you flinched and cringed when you saw him run into a planter and fall. With a whiny sigh, you moved to help him up.
“You missed,” he paused and swallowed, “the pattern.” He panted with a small grunt, using you for support as you helped him. His hands lingered a bit before sliding away, the three of you fighting to catch your breath.
“Sometimes I just skim your emails.” Ethan admitted, hands on his hips.
“What's your problem?” You suddenly heard the girl from behind you and screamed again, whipping around to face her and stepping away.
“Just hold on! If you eat us, that would so not be cool.” Ethan tried to reason with her.
“I have iron deficiency!” You raised your hand. Benny grabbed your arm and tugged it back down, the two of you sharing an incredulous glance.
“If I wanted to eat you, I would have done it by now.” She admitted with a small laugh, but you found it far from funny.
“See!” Benny pointed at her. “She's gonna eat us. We're doomed!”
“No! No, no - I just want to talk to you guys!” She tried to reason. Ethan turned and grabbed two sticks, holding them up in a makeshift cross.
“Demon, begone!”
Glancing over at it, you quickly raised your hands to make your own cross with your fingers, Benny following suit.
“You hiss at us and expect us to believe that?” You breathlessly asked, heart racing.
“Guys, I promise you, it's not what it looks like.” She tried again.
“You’re a freaking vampire! Who eats animals and drinks their blood!” Ethan dropped his sticks while you kept your fingers up. Benny eventually lowered his, but you remained paranoid.
“Okay, so it's kind of what it looks like?” Sarah admitted.
“I'm warning you,” Benny pointed at her, slightly stepping forward. “I had garlic bread for lunch and I am not afraid to use my breath.”
You dropped your hands then, throwing him a look from behind his back. “Seriously?”
“Would you guys just shut up? I'm just a normal girl, okay?” You all flinched at her irritation. “At least I was until I got bit by my crummy ex-boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes. “And technically still a fledgling until I drink human blood. Which I really don't want to do, so.”
The three of you glanced at each other, skeptical but slowly believing her.
“I have to figure out how to stop this thing before my mortal body dies. Or at least stop it from happening to more people like Erica.” She explained as she crossed her arms.
You stayed silent for a moment in thought, mind reeling at the word vomit of information.
“Wait, so,” you paused, glancing at Ethan and pointing at him, then Sarah, “Did you have anything to do with -”
Ethan cut you off, nudging you, and you flinched with a grunt, frowning at him and rubbing the spot. He gave you a look that told you not to say anything, which you hesitantly agreed to and snapped your mouth shut. Sarah simply brushed off the interaction.
“Let's get you guys back. I'm not the only one feeding tonight.” She warned before turning to walk away. You all waited for a moment before slowly following.
“Iron deficiency? Really?” Benny asked you in a quiet whisper, taking his camera back from you and putting it back in his bag.
“Garlic breath?” You whispered back.
“At least mine would do something!”
You elbowed him in the side, and he rapidly returned it and you chortled.
