Free Dark Night: Episode 2 (The Darkest Nights Series) by Stefany Rattles Page A

effects. Do not be scared. It’s who you are and the venom that has been put into your system since the first time is what’s helping this transition into vampirism. You won’t become a vampire with that little bit of venom but you are definitely not just a regular human anymore. Do you imagine what would have happened to you if your friends had begun to notice this?” She shook her head in disgust, “They would have probably killed you and that’s why you are safe here. They don't know us and now you are well on your way to become one of us too."
    That was hard to believe but the more I listened the more it made sense to me. A part of me that didn't want to believe was telling me to get away, but the part that did , was telling me to be careful. "I don't know what to think." It was the truth.
    "Listen to your heart. You can trust it ?” She didn’t wait for me to answer and stood to go, “Well, if you promise me to be good, they will transfer you in two weeks. Your new clothes and things are in those drawers and you already have a suit case packed plus you have other things waiting for you at home." Her smile was warm and welcoming.
    Maybe that was why she was likeable.
    "I promise I'll try to be nice. Home?" What home?
    "That's right they will be taking you to Florida. Oh, and you will probably need another suitcase for those things, so here you go. If you need me for anything call me." She handed me a large bag that looked very expensive and an iPhone? Wow, I hadn’t seen one of those in a while. It was a brand new one too.
    But I couldn't let them spoil me with gifts and what not. There’s was still so much I didn’t know.
    “Do you like it?” Isabelle beamed at me.
    "It's incredible. Umm, thanks I don't know if I should accept it though. I’m not sure that it feels safe yet. I kind of feel trapped here."
    "I know. It was the same for me but it will pass. Well, I should go now__ I almost forgot! You must be starving.  Emma!" She called. An older woman walked into the room and gave her a tray. "Thank you, Emma." The lady nodded and left.
    "Here you go. I'll leave you alone now and you should get some rest. Don't be afraid."
    "Thank you. I'll try not to be." I said as I tried to smile and probably failed.
    Isabelle left the room and I was finally left alone with my thoughts.
    There was a lot to think about but I was hungry so I ate the delicious lasagna and drank the Coke. I got up and felt a lot better than I had earlier.
    After that day, food was taken to me three times a day and a housekeeper cleaned the room. I had no visitors and I was not allowed to leave the room. That didn't bother me since I had been living in a building for the past five months or so. Instead, books and movies were brought to me and that was my entertainment.

Two weeks passed and finally the day had come. They were going to transfer me to the school in Florida.
    I took a shower and wore a robe and when I walked out of the restroom I spotted an outfit lying on the bed. So I thought it was safe to assume they wanted me to wear it.
    It was a skirt and it was certainly beautiful with the black and silver pearls around the waist line. It fit me perfect. I put on a silver tank top that felt silky and was shiny and on top of that I wore cardigan that was also black but it was really nice. The skirt had a pocket and while I was fixing it, in it I found a note:
    "Take care of the uniform, it is one of many. I hope you like it. Check the closet by the dresser you will find a selection of shoes. You may take everything with you when you leave. It is all yours. –Isabelle"
    When I checked the closet out what I saw I will never forget. " Oh. My. God. "
There were at least fifteen pairs of shoes. I looked at each one and fell in love with them all. From Gucci to Chanel, Dolce & Gabana, Louis Vuitton.
    Who were these people? I thought.
    Obviously the clothes had not been there before or I would have noticed. I picked a pair of Chanel’s, they