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“Next time, I pick the film. That way me and Benji will be too engrossed in that and not in each other!” Stacey announced as she playfully hit her boyfriend, Benji. The ten of them left the cinema after watching, what the majority of them thought, was a good vampire movie. Paul noticed the biting chill in the air. It was damp and cold in Washington that night. Siân started shivering and Billy offered her his level 27 hoodie, which she accepted gratefully. He took it off and slipped it around her shoulders, drawing her closer to his warm torso, in a protective gesture; he didn’t want anything bad to happen to the girl he loved. Joel noted what Billy had done, and did the same with Nikki. Paul decided to take Willow by the hand. She looked at him and frowned: she wanted a hug, too. He couldn’t resist smiling as in one smooth movement he pulled her into a hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Chris and Becki were happy walking along, hand in hand. They walked the practically deserted streets back to their houses. On the way, they passed several dark alleyways. None of them noticed the hand that reached out, grabbing Benji and dragging him into the shadows. “Hello…” A voice began. It sounded strange, yet calming; there was a hint of a French accent. “What… what do you want?” Benji asked, his mind slowly registering in what was happening. “Nothing much.” It continued, the voice drawing nearer. In the dim light Benji could see a figure. The person approached him. He couldn’t help but gasp when he saw the face of his attacker. It was pale; almost white. The assailant had blonde, shoulder length hair; he was around five foot five: shorter than Benji. He was dressed strangely underneath the concealing black leather jacket he wore. Benji tried to run, but Lestat cut him off. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked wryly in that slow, hypnotic voice as he slowly walked around Benji, running his cold, white, bony hand across his shoulder. “I haven’t finished yet.” He whispered, almost seductively, his mouth lowering. He pushed Benji against the wall and his mouth descended, coming closer to his victim’s neck. Benji tried to move but the vampire was overpowering him. Suddenly there was a blinding pain coming from his neck, followed by a strange throbbing sensation. He felt light headed. Lestat pulled away, allowing a weakened Benji to fall to the ground. “Shit.” He murmured, as he tried to stand, pressing a hand to where the vampire had bitten him. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t fight back. He saw Lestat lean over him and heard his gracious offer: “I’m going to give you the choice I never had…” Benji and Stacey’s house was the first stop. Everyone said goodnight and Joel looked around, frowning. “Hey Stace, where’s Benji?” She turned around, scanning the area. “He’s probably gone inside already. I’ll tell him you said g’night.” She replied cheerily as she made her way up the path to their home. “Benj… Benji?” She called softly as she walked through the house to the kitchen, dropping her keys on a table as she walked. “Hey, sorry…” Benji said as he entered the room after her. “Where were you? I was getting worried.” Stacey murmured against his lips. She immediately noticed something was different. “Why? Wha-d’ya think happened? A vampire got me, or something!” he chuckled, grazing his teeth across her full lower lip. “Anyway…are you still in a kinky frame of mind? ‘Cause I am.” Benji whispered as he effortlessly lifted Stacey and carried her up the stairs, into their bedroom. Benji gently placed Stacey in the centre of the double bed, which was covered with black and red sheets. Stacey let out a sigh and a slight giggle as Benji moved across the room to the CD player. He flicked through the small CD collection they had in the room and found one to play. As Benji seemingly glided across the room to the bed, the strains of Kurt Cobain’s voice and enchanting melodies filled the room. Benji climbed onto the bed and straddled her, leaning over her. One hand cupped the back of her head gently massaging her scalp. The other hand fell on her hip. Both her arms were wrapped around his waist. His lips stroked hers seductively, temptation mounting. Soon their tongues were dancing erotically; his cold one delicately exploring her warm and welcoming mouth, tasting her sweetness. Stacey pulled away long enough to drag Benji’s T-shirt off as he did the same to hers. He pushed her back down onto the bed and held her wrists captive, so she lay still for him to gaze hungrily at her exposed flesh. He stared at her. Her long brown hair; her dark, mysterious eyes and her fresh, peachy skin. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t drag her through pain so he could have her by his side forever. He never wanted to see her in pain. He groaned and got up; she felt the loss immediately. “What’s up? Hey Benji… are you gonna answer me? Benj…” She protested as he walked out of the room, down the hallway and into the bathroom. Lestat had watched the latter part of this and entered the bedroom through the open window. Stacey rolled off of the bed and reached for the top Benji had torn off her only a few minutes earlier in a haze of hungry passion, when she noticed Lestat standing silently by the window. She opened her mouth to scream but his cold hand muffled it; he’d come at her with such force they both fell backwards onto the bed. “If he won’t do it, I will.” Lestat stated bluntly, as if he were about to undertake a gruesome chore. He straddled her as Benji had only moments before. She flinched as his teeth slowly sank into her neck. She tried to scream, but, again, her attempts to get Benji were in vain. A single tear of pain rolled down her cheek. “Shh,” Lestat murmured, his breath fanning her skin as he pulled himself up and stroked the side of her face. “There’s noting to worry about.” He finished, standing up. The fear showed in her eyes. Wondering why it had become so quiet, Benji decided to go back. As he opened the bathroom door, a scream of agony rose from the bedroom. He raced down the landing to their bedroom, only to be greeted by Lestat propped up against the wall clutching his wrist and Stacey, in what he knew was immense pain as she made the transition from being mortal to immortal. Filled with rage, Benji whirled towards Lestat. “Get out. Get out and stay away from here. Do you understand?” he yelled. “Fine.” the smug vampire replied, crossing to the window. “You know, you’ll do fine on your own, won’t you?” He added as he left. Stacey lay on the bed. Still. She was in shock: becoming a vampire was too much for her. “Hey.” Benji softly whispered as he sat beside her. Her skin was now pale. Her hair was immaculate and her eyes were fierce, but anguished; they held the mystery of her past, and it still showed. “Come here.” Benji opened his inviting arms for a hug. She accepted and pulled herself up, her arms wrapping around his torso, her head falling onto his broad shoulder. He played with her hair and occasionally kissed her on the head. He couldn’t believe Lestat could be so cruel. “I know what will cheer you up.” Benji said, breaking the silence. Stacey looked up at him, confusion clouding her dark eyes. “Let’s go shopping, get you some new clothes, yeah?” Stacey voice was soft, almost childlike. “But all the shops are shut now.” “Not for us, they’re not.” Benji stated, smiling as he helped her get ready to go out. Benji was thirsting for the taste of blood. He also knew he should do something for Stacey. The clubs and bars were closing. The streets became full of drunks and Benji dragged a reluctant Stacey into the darkness to await their victims. By luck a couple of girls staggered into their path. Benji leapt out and dragged them into a side alley. “Here.” He muttered, giving one of them to Stacey. “She’s so pretty,” Stacey said, stroking a finger over the girl’s cheek. Benji looked up from the half dead teenager he held in his arms. The other had witnessed Benji sinking his teeth into her friend, but she was too terrified to even scream. Tears streamed down her face. Benji quickly finished and watched as Stacey slowly knelt down beside the scared teen and began comforting her. “Shh, don’t cry.” She murmured, wiping the tears from the mascara-streaked face. She pulled the girl into a hug. Benji watched on in amazement at what was happening. “It’ll be Ok.” She continued, her white fangs slowly drawing closer to the girl’s neck. Stacey’s hand reached across the mouth of her victim. The girl’s body flopped, lifeless, as Stacey got up. “Wow…” Benji began. Stacey’s arms flew around him, her body pressed close against his. The warmth of the kill still flowed fresh through their veins. Blood still sparkled on their lips. Benji slowly slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. Automatically, their lips crashed together. Soon their tongues entwined, sending the kiss to dizzying heights of passion. They both wished they were back at home as the hunger and need continued to grow. “We can’t, not here.” Benji sighed as he pulled out of this kiss. “Let’s go get your new clothes, yeah?” He added, taking her hand. “Yea!” She shouted like a child. “Shh.” Benji said, pressing a finger against her lips to quieten her. “We don’t want to get caught.” Unknown to them, Lestat watched from the shadows. “They’ll be great vampires.” He thought as they went off to obtain new clothing. Several shops and a couple of dead assistants later, Benji and Stacey arrived back at their house. “We should go to bed; it’s almost day.” Benji said as he drew the blackout curtains which hung in their window. He turned to face her. She was leaning back against the pillows, her arms spread wide as she watched him from under hooded eyes. His breathing quickened. She beckoned to him with one finger, and he immediately moved to her side. She reached up with one hand, cupping the back of his neck as she pulled his head down to hers. She moved her lips seductively against his, the strokes of her seeking tongue slow and rythmatic against his, echoing what they were both anticipating. He groaned as she pulled him to kneel above her, arching her back so that she was pressed against him. He knew, without her realising, that she had a power over him: a new confidence. She tore her mouth away, her head falling back to rest against the headboard as she panted for breath. He pulled her top away, his lips still moving over her skin; down the sweet curve of her neck where he softly nipped before moving to the hollow of her throat. His mouth travelled down to the gentle slope of her breasts where he paused, unclipping her bra and letting it slip away. He gazed heatedly down at her: at the perfect globes tipped with pink buds. His mouth descended yet again, capturing one in his mouth. She arched wantonly as he drew her into his hot mouth and gently sucked. “Benj.” She gasped, biting her lip so that her fangs showed. She desperately pulled at his t-shirt, then attacked his belt as he stripped her of her clothes. Once they were naked, he gathered her into his arms so that they were kneeling together, and angled her hips so that he could enter her. Their lips met as they rocked urgently, sending their neediness higher and higher. They rocked, both reaching for the agonising ecstasy they knew they’d find in release. He felt her shudder in his arms a second before she called out his name, her head falling backwards as ripples of pleasure washed over her. Then he followed, his voice hoarse as he yelled her name, his head falling to rest on her shoulder. She gently stroked his hair, back and sweat slicked shoulders as his breathing returned to normal. “Come on.” She murmured, pulling the bed sheets back and pulling him under with her. “Ah, but how do we know you’re not a secret vampire or something?” Joel joked toward Siân as they stopped outside Joel’s and Nikki’s house. “What?” She replied sharply, turning, startled, towards Joel; she’d been watching Billy and not paying much attention. It showed. “If she was, I think she would have bitten me by now. She’s had plenty of chances.” Billy joked, smiling down at her. Siân laughed uneasily with the rest of them as the remaining eight stood on the pavement outside the house. Apparently she didn’t like vampires much; she’d blatantly refused to watch the movie, but Billy had persuaded her into it. They stood around joking for a while before Nikki tugged on Joel’s arm. “Alright. We’d better be getting to bed Joel.” “Oh, why?” He whined in reply. She reached up, whispering into his ear, giggling as a mock look of surprise washed over Joel’s face. “Nikki, I didn’t think girls like you thought like that!” Forgetting about the incident with Siân, which she admittedly didn’t mind, everybody laughed again. They all said goodnight and Nikki and Joel made their way up the path to their house, whilst the other six carried on back to their own houses. As soon as Nikki shut the front door, Joel pushed her back against it, his lips crashing down on hers in a wave of passion. He picked her up and carried her to their bedroom, intending to carry on what he had started; but as soon as their heads hit the pillows, they both fell asleep, still fully clothed. Nikki awoke in the morning to the smell of coffee. She reluctantly heaved herself out of bed and almost fell head first down the stairs in her groggy state. “Morning, sexy.” Joel said in greeting as Nikki dragged herself into the kitchen and sat down at the table. “Benji rang,” he added as he brought her a cup of coffee and set it on the table. “Thanks, Joel.” Nikki muttered sleepily as he placed it down. “Why did Benj ring?” she asked, taking a sip of the warm liquid. “Ah, the guys are going to come round tonight but he said him and Stace were hung over so they wouldn’t be coming.” Joel informed her. “I’m not surprised. The amount they drank last night.” He added as an afterthought, taking a sip of his own coffee. A few days had past, and there was no sign of Benji or Stacey; they didn’t show to any of the things that their friends arranged. “They’ve become totally withdrawn.” Nikki elaborated as she left the house, stepping onto the dark street. “Have fun.” Joel smiled as he kissed her goodbye. He hadn’t been alone for long before there was a knock at the door. He assumed it was Nikki who had forgotten her keys, but when he answered, Stacey was standing there where he’d expected Nikki. She had been crying and there were dark smudges around her eyes. “Hey… Do you wanna come in?” Joel asked her, concern lacing his words, noting the tears still in her eyes. Benji watched on from the shadows as Stacey nodded and crossed the threshold… Joel woke up. The movement of his arms and legs had been restricted. He looked up at his arms. He was chained to the bed. Stacey strode into the room. Joel’s surprise wasn’t contained. She looked different; she looked amazing! “Stop it.” Joel told himself, thinking back to Nikki: the woman he loved. The heels of Stacey’s boots clicked against the floor, echoing as she walked through the silent towards him where he lay, chained up. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. She was sat upright, slowly drawing her fingers along the insides of his legs. His breath caught and hissed between his teeth as she moved her hand up further, his hips jerking in response. She crawled up his body and gracefully fell on top of him, covering him with her body. He was expecting her to be slightly heavy, but instead she seemed weightless; of course he could feel her pressed against him, but she was a light as a feather. “Stacey... I don’t think you should be doing this.” Joel grated as she playfully stirred his body. Her fingers were gently tracing his jaw line. She pouted slightly. “Why not?” she whispered seductively, beginning to feather her lips against his ear. “That’s why.” Joel said bluntly as his twin strode into his brother’s bedroom. He was different, too; Joel didn’t know what it was, but he just knew. “Uh, honey. What are you doing with Joel?” He said unusually calmly, in an almost bored manner as he walked over to the bed. His hands slipped over her shoulders, caressing her cool flesh. She stopped what she was doing and turned her head to look up at Benji. She was hungry. She hadn’t fed since last night. Benji could tell by the look in her eyes. Stacey pulled herself back from Joel and hung her head. Her hair covered those fierce eyes that Benji had come to love since she’d been made what she was. “You hungry?” Benji asked softly, stroking her hair back so he could see her face. She pouted again and nodded. He knowingly got up and stepped back, watching his girl as she climbed back to her original position. Joel was starting to feel afraid and pressed back against the mattress. “Don’t be scared Joel,” Stacey murmured as she started to bury her face into his neck, feathering kisses along his warm throat. “This won’t hurt… much.” She added. Stacey looked up and into Joel’s eyes. Her mouth opened, her sharpened fangs catching in the dull light. Before either of them knew it, she was draining the blood from his body. Joel tried to scream but it was muffled by Stacey’s slowly warming hand. His life blood flowed into her veins and her face started to fill with colour. Benji’s eyes lit up with pleasure as he watched on proudly. Stacey pulled out from his neck, and without looking at him, she got off the bed and made her way over to Benji. “I’m so proud of you.” he murmured. One of his hands played with her hair, the other took her by the waist and pulled her closer to his body. He was cold; the blood from the kill he had made earlier had stilled in his body hours ago. Joel groaned from the direction of the bed. “You didn’t kill him?” Benji asked, his eyes never leaving hers. “I thought we could make him like us. And you wouldn’t be complete without him: he’s your twin.” Stacey replied, drawing her fingers along his chest. Catching Benji’s confused look, she continued. “Well, think of all the fun the ten of us have now, and think of all the fun we could have if we were all…” “You’re right. So do you wanna finish this or…” Benji started, before Stacey pressed her still bloody lips against his, cutting him off. He kissed the coppery blood off them before pulling away. “Okay, you do it.” He sighed. Stacey tilted her head, pulling her hair away from her neck. Benji looked at his brother, who was slipping into an unconscious state from where he still lay on the bed. Benji lowered his head, biting into her neck. She flinched from the pain, her arms around his torso tightening slightly. Benji’s eyes never left Joel’s motionless body. “Thanks.” she gasped as she made her way back over to the bed, the blood trickling down her neck from the two puncture marks. She sat down beside Joel and undid the chains around his wrists. She had to pull him up as he was weakening. Joel knew what to do. He drank, gaining strength from her. Stacey moaned from the pain. He suddenly pulled back, leaving the momentarily weakened vampire to fall to the floor and Benji rushed to Stacey’s side. He pulled her against his body and hugged her tightly. Joel was in pain; his heart was pumping furiously to try and keep going. He couldn’t breath. He screamed in agony, then fell back against the pillows. The pain had stopped. His heart had stopped. His body had died, but the darker side of him was born. The wound on his neck healed and there was no mark left. He broke free of the remaining chains holding him down and sat up. “Welcome to our world, bro.” Benji said, offering his brother a hand up. Unfortunately for them, Nikki had seen most of the ordeal. The three vampires turned to the door when they heard her gasp. Nikki turned to run, but Lestat cut her off. “Oh, God…” She moaned, before fainting. Lestat’s lighting reflexes meant he caught Nikki before she fell to the floor. He scooped her up and placed her on the bed as if she were made of delicate porcelain. He turned to Stacey, a small smile on his face. “You did a great job with Joel here.” he stroked the side of her face. She lent into the caress, smiling up at him; she saw him as father figure. Not as Benji saw him: an ogre, a cold hearted killer. Joel was staring at Stacey and Benji in disbelief. “How… how long have… you, uh… been…” He started nervously. “Not long.” Benji grinned at his brother. “I wanna go home Benj…” Stacey tugged on his arm. The shock of becoming a vampire got to her and she was like a little child, trapped in a young woman’s body. A very sensual woman’s body, Benji silently added. “Okay. Are you sure you don’t want any more?” he asked, kissing her on the forehead. “Mmm, one more…” Stacey murmured, looking over at Nikki, who was just coming round. “No, Stace, you can’t have her. Leave it to Joel.” Benji told her firmly. He saw the look of disappointment wash over her upturned face as she gazed longingly at her. “Go on, let her. I can watch.” He heard Joel say. “No, she can’t.” Benji turned to Joel, refusing his offer. He remembered his anger at Lestat. “I’ll find someone she can kill instead.” Stacey’s eyes lit up. She gave Joel and Lestat a hug each and with that she and Benji left. Joel turned to Lestat, then looked pointedly at the door. “Alright I’ll go, but… you need to make it to Benji’s house before day break.” With that he shot out of the room and out of the house. “What the hell is going on?” Nikki asked as she sat up. Joel turned to face her. “Nikki, I don’t know how to say this...” Joel began. “Say what? Vampires are real? Don’t you think I know that now?” she retorted, snapping at him. Joel went to sit on the bed with her but she shot up and away from him. Fear and anguish clouded her bright green eyes. “Don’t come anywhere near me, Joel.” She shouted; he could hear the panic behind her words. Joel reached out and pulled her onto the bed with him. She desperately gazed into his eyes; they were fierce, but sexy at the same time. She couldn’t help it, she became entrapped. Her head was saying no, but her heart was saying yes. She leant in to kiss him, her warm lips crashing against his cold ones. She ran her fingers through his hair as he pulled her closer to him. Nikki’s heartbeat was thrumming loudly. Joel couldn’t control it any longer. He pushed her down against the mattress and climbed over her. “I’m sorry…” He whispered before proceeding… “Siân, you’ve been on edge since Joel made that remark.” Billy said as he and the other five turned into the street where he and Siân lived. “What? No I haven’t.” She snapped, pulling his hoodie more securely around her. “Afraid to say: you have, girl.” Chris agreed with Billy, sending her a sideways glance as they walked. None of them had known her for long, but after seeing that vampire movie, she was defiantly edgy; more so than usual. “You all think I’ve gotten all worked up, don’t you?” she protested. They all nodded in unison. Siân sighed in defeat, knowing her house was approaching. “G’night, guys!” Her voice cut into the silence as she and Billy peeled off and walked up their path. “Yeah, night.” Paul’s voice rose above the silent streets. “Come on. What’s up with you?” Billy began as Siân shut the front door. ‘He couldn’t know, could he? What if he did know? What about Billy? What would he do if he found out? Billy couldn’t find out…’ her frantic thoughts were broken by Billy. “Hello, earth to Siân...” He was standing in front of her, waving his hand. “What, Bill?” She replied wearily, pushing his hand out of the way. She was tiered and fed up, and needed an energy source. “Ah, you’re back with us then?” He joked. “I’m not in the mood for this.” She snapped back. “Aw…” Billy looked like a wounded puppy. He gently pushed her against the wall and began feathering kisses along her neck. She didn’t respond. He pushed against her a bit harder, in an encouraging manner, but she fought it off. “Billy, please.” She sighed as she pushed past him to make her way to bed. She knew she should, but she couldn’t. Not tonight. Not after Joel’s remark. “Siân… Siân… Come on… Siân…” Billy protested as he followed her up the stairs. The next morning when Siân awoke, a slightly reproachful Billy greeted her. “Hey.” She began softly. “Look, I’m sorry about last night.” She touched Billy on the arm, to which he responded with a smile. “That’s OK. I shouldn’t have made you go to see the film.” He stroked his fingers down her arm intending to travel further, but Siân grabbed his wrist before his hand could reach its destination. “Don’t do that again, William.” She hissed through her teeth in a half playful way. “Or what?” Billy replied; a smile began appearing on his face. “Or, you’ll be in trouble.” She murmured against his lips. “Sexy kinda trouble, I hope.” Billy murmured between kisses. “But you have to be punished for calling me William…” she gave a small moan and smiled against his mouth. His hand broke free of her loosened grip and began travelling downwards again, intending to go to her most privately feminine place. “Shit!” Siân’s tone of voice became more serous when she caught sight of the clock. “What?” Billy asked, startled, his hand stopping on her stomach. “I’m gonna be late for work!” She called over her shoulder as she threw the sheets off and rushed around in an attempt to get ready in time. “I’ll see you later, babe!” Her strong English voice rang through the house as she left. That night Siân and Billy went round to Joel and Nikki’s. “Hey Joel. Where’s Benj and Stace?” Billy asked, noting their friends absence. “Hung over.” Joel replied bringing more drinks from the kitchen. “Not surprising.” Nikki and Siân said together. Chris, Becki, Willow and Paul were there, as well. They all stayed later than planned because they were having such a good time. “Well, we’d better be going, trouble.” Siân sighed regretfully, kissing Billy. “May I ask why? We’re all having a great time.” Joel frowned in protest. “Well unlike some, us mere mortals have to work.” She drawled. “Fine then….” Joel muttered. A few days past; Benji and Stacey didn’t showed to anything that was arranged. “You know, it’s totally unlike them. Especially Stacey.” Siân mentioned in conversation. “Yeah. I wonder what’s happened.” Billy agreed as she got out of the car. “Thanks for the lift. I’ll walk back; I can stop of at the cinema to see what’s on.” She said as she walked into the Virgin records store. He offered her a lift to the tattoo and piercing shop where she worked after her shift there, but she declined. Billy continued driving at went to Joel’s. He knocked and rang the doorbell several times, but there was no answer. He thought this was strange because Benji didn’t seem to be in either. He went home and decided to actually tidy the house. He had nothing better to do. When Siân had finished her shifts, it was dark. She walked along the streets alone. It seemed like the moon and the stars were refusing to shine. There was no one about. It was unusually quiet for a Saturday night in Washington. She had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen to her tonight. She stopped off at the cinema and silently settled the film that Billy would take her too tomorrow for their one-year anniversary. She hadn’t walked very far when she was dragged into an alleyway. She didn’t panic. She knew she could easily overpower the attacker. “You know, young girls like you make great vampires...” A voice murmured from nearby in a hypnotic way. To Siân, the voice sounded strangely familiar. ‘Wait…Vampires?’ She thought, her eyes widening. “It’s no fun when you don’t scream.” Lestat continued, her good night eyes picking him out easily as he moved forward. “I’m not going to.” Siân replied, her voice steady and calm. “Fine. We’ll do this the hard way then.” Lestat muttered, pushing her against the wall. She struggled against him, but despite him being slightly smaller and her somewhat baffling strength, she couldn’t push him away. Lestat gained pleasure from the challenge she stood as and half treated it as a game. He pushed her head back, moving her hair out of the way, the glint of triumph in his eyes. The two faint silver lines coming away from her throat shone in the dim light. He stopped and let go of her in surprise. He looked into her fierce eyes and realised what and who she was. “Siân?” He asked, his voice unsure. “No… No way… no fucking way…” She began as an anguished look crossed her face, and run as fast as she could away from him. “Wait…” Lestat called, effortlessly catching up with her. Siân’s secret was going to be out soon with him around. “So… How… uh… Are you?” Lestat began awkwardly. “I’m okay. You?” Siân replied stiltedly. “How’s your mother?” His voice was quiet, his dark eyes searching. “She, uh, died a couple of years ago.” She replied a little less shyly, meting his gaze. Soon they both began talking more intimately about their lives. Father and daughter were reunited… There was a knock on the door. Billy answered, thinking it was Siân who had forgotten her keys again. It wasn’t. Joel, Nikki, Benji and Stacey greeted him, looking strangely different. “Hey guys. You wanna come in or something?” Billy asked as he opened the door wide enough for them to move past him.
Approximate Word count = 21096
Approximate Pages = 84.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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