50 Chapter 50

I felt sorry for Wes. His birthday party should've been epic, but instead, everyone looked morose. Even the upbeat songs and the disco lights reflecting off the slick skating surface didn't make any of us feel any better; everyone was thinking about poor Jack Cook.

The rumors were ridiculous, and I tried not to listen to them. Of course, in comparison, I supposed they weren't any more out there than what I thought might be the truththat Jack Cook was infected by a vampire, turned, and was killed by a team of "good" vampires that my sister had recently joined. I guess the other kids' ideas that it was the bubonic plague, tainted Mountain Dew, or an infiltration by Russian spies really weren't that outlandish after all.