Sleepover Club Vampires by Fiona Cummings Read Free Book Online Page A

just in case the doorknob gremlin decides to have another go. Although I doubt she’d dare, the mood your mother’s in!”
    We all laughed. Outside our room we could still hear Mum tearing a strip off Molly.
    “Have a good rest now. Goodnight!” He left as quietly as he’d arrived.
    Even though it was very late by the time Mum and Lyndz’s mum had been in to check that we were all right, we were still wide awake.
    “I guess we’ll just have to have a midnight feast!” I shrugged, pretending it was just about the last thing on earth that we wanted to do.
    We grabbed mini-Snickers, fizzy lollies, a carton of Pringles and mini cans of marshmallow soda from our bags and piled on to Frankie’s bed.
    “I thought I’d die when your Uncle Bob appeared!” giggled Rosie. “My heart stopped beating, I swear!”
    “He’s a pretty cool guy, isn’t he?” I grinned.
    “I still think he’s weird!” Fliss moaned.
    We all bombarded her with crisps and sweets.
    “Gitoutofit!” She threw them back at us. “I mean, you have to admit it’s pretty strange how he keeps appearing behind us without us even hearing him.”
    “He’s just light on his feet,” I told her. “And remember, that’s exactly what we have to be when we get our revenge on Molly in the attic.”
    I was so pumped up that I would happily have gone into the attic there and then, but Frankie persuaded me that it would be more sensible to wait.
    “Your mum’s pretty wound up at the moment, Kenz,” she reasoned. “And if she caught us pulling a stunt like that tonight she’d go into meltdown!”
    I reckoned the next day was bound to drag as we waited to put our plan into action. WRONG! It actually flashed past, because we made the most amazing discovery when we retraced our steps from the previous evening.
    “We’re not going back to the chapel, are we?” Fliss looked alarmed. “You don’t really think Flora McDonald’s ghost will be there, do you?”
    “Don’t be daft Fliss, there’re no such things as ghosts,” I reassured her. “What I’m interested in are the vampires.”
    “WHAT?” Fliss looked like she was about to faint.
    I ploughed on. “Look, we heard noises right, round an old chapel? And where does Buffy do her vampire-slaying? In a graveyard, right? Well, I reckon there might well be graves round that old chapel and I think it would be an ideal hanging-out spot for those Scottish vamps. Especially now they’ve heard that there are two slayers on the scene.”
    I did a ferocious side-kick to prove my point. “Eh Frankie, what do you say? Do you reckon they want to try their luck with us? Maybe this is Sunnydale Mark Two!”
    “You’re mad!” Lyndz and Rosie were shaking their heads. “You don’t really believe all that stuff, do you?”
    “Sure thing!” I nodded. “Come on, I bet we can find some signs of vampire activity last night.”
    We got to the edge of the woods, then crept cautiously towards the chapel. It wasn’t as scary as it had been the night before, but there was still something a bit eerie about the place.
    “Right everyone, look out for signs,” I hissed.
    As we approached the chapel we all stooped close to the ground.
    “What exactly are we looking for?” asked Fliss weakly.
    “Footprints. Like this one!” I pointed excitedly to the ground.
    There in the earth were footprints, enormous ones.
    “Those weren’t made by Molly and Carli, were they?” Rosie looked scared.
    “There are more,” Frankie pointed, “and they’re all leading to the chapel.”
    We followed them right to the entrance of the building.
    “Hey, what’s this?” Lyndz bent down and picked up something from among the weeds on the ground.
    “It’s a c-cross!” she squealed, opening her palm so we could all see it.
    A gold-coloured cross, streaked with mud, glinted faintly in the sunshine.
    “You know what this means,” I told the others firmly. “Someone must have been trying to protect themselves against the