10 Date with Destiny - My Sister the Vampire (3 page)

Ivy watched the scene, which seemed to involve a brightly costumed alien girl and a robo-boy on a date. Ivy hoped it wouldn’t remind Olivia of her performance opposite Jackson in Romezog and Julietron – also a Camilla Edmunson production.

‘Oh, X3219,’ said the alien girl in a strange, high-pitched voice. ‘I’m going to miss you!’

Robo-boy attempted to wrap alien girl in a stiff-armed hug, but couldn’t seem to figure out how to embrace her while keeping his elbows bent at right angles.

‘Cut! Cut!’ Camilla yelled, before putting the actors back into their original places. ‘Try that part again.’

Back at the table, Brendan was busy building a fort out of French fries and Ivy couldn’t help but wonder:
Is Brendan really not bothered that I’m so excited to go to Transylvania? Even a little bit?
 
Surely he knew how much she’d miss him. If only Ivy could promise that she’d be back soon. But the truth was, she had no idea if she’d be returning to Franklin Grove.
Maybe it would be best if I don’t talk about it quite so much, just in case.

Then, she did something very un-Ivy. Reaching for Brendan’s hand under the table, she wove her fingers through his and gave his hand a squeeze. Fortunately, he’d already wiped his hands on a napkin so that his fingers weren’t covered in salt and grease from the fries.

‘I’m going to miss you,’ she murmured, forcing herself not to blush.

‘I’m so jealous!’ A voice from across the table made the couple jump apart, before Brendan had a chance to answer. Sophia had caught the Transylvania bug and madly wanted to be catching a plane there herself.
There goes not talking about it
, Ivy thought. ‘I would love the chance to go to your home country. All the history, the great shopping, plus vamp boys everywhere!’

That is so not helping!
 
Ivy kicked Sophia’s shins under the table. ‘Ouch!’ she yelped, reaching down to rub her leg. But at least she had the sense to change topic.

‘You know where else I want to go? Paris! I’d love to go to Paris!’

‘
Oui
,
oui
 
! Me too! Hey, nice brooch!’ said a familiar voice. Looking round, Ivy saw Olivia approaching the table.

Sophia started ticking places off on her fingers. ‘And Rome and London and . . .’ She threw up her hands. ‘It’s not fair! You get to go to Transylvania for the second time.
And
 
I can’t so much as go on Twitter without seeing another update from some fabulous film set in Europe that Jackson has posted.’

Ivy sucked in her breath, not daring to look at the expression on her sister’s face. Even though it was jam-packed, the Meat and Greet suddenly felt still and silent as the grave.

Sophia obviously hasn’t received the memo about the J-word
, Ivy thought.
Doesn’t she know Olivia can’t even talk
 
to
her boyfriend, never mind
 
about
him!

S
he said the J-word!

Olivia took a long gulp of lemonade, trying desperately to keep her face neutral. She stared out of the window so Sophia wouldn’t see her eyes becoming glassy. Wrong move. The first thing she spotted was a boy and girl about her age. They were walking down the street, holding hands and gazing at each other as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Just like Jackson and I used to
, she thought, a pain starting in her chest. When we were together.
When we actually talked. Look away, look away!
 
No problem, she would just keep her eyes in the Meat and Greet. That should be simple enough. After all, there were plenty of people to distract her.

She turned her face back towards the people inside, trying to focus on the restaurant and its familiar red and black decor. Another bad move. Behind Brendan, Olivia saw an older couple sharing a milkshake out of two straws. She inched to the left, so that Brendan’s head would block her view, but now Camilla’s alien-robot couple was in full sight and the two actors were in the middle of an awkward, but sweet, alien-robot kiss.

‘What is this, Couples Day?’ Olivia muttered under her breath. It seemed that everyone in the world was happy except for her. Not that she would deny anyone else their romantic moment, but why did she have to be so obviously
alone
 
?

‘Um, Olivia?’ she heard Sophia saying. Olivia’s head jerked up as she realised that the other three people at the table had stopped talking and were staring at her.

‘Er . . .’ They’d obviously picked up on her unhappiness.
Oh no! I didn’t mean to invite everyone to my pity party!
 
She forced herself to grin and smoothed her hair. ‘What?’ she asked, sitting up straight. ‘I’m fine!’ Ivy eyed her from across the table. ‘I
am
.’ Olivia nodded vigorously. ‘Jackson’s busy working and I’m totally happy for him. He made the right choice. He has to look after his career. I’m fine. One-hundred-and-ten per cent fine.’ She wanted to crawl under the table.
Note to self: People who are fine don’t say they’re fine three times!

‘Brendan, are there any souvenirs you want from Transylvania?’ asked Ivy, switching topics. Olivia really did have the best twin on the planet.

Brendan rumpled his dark hair. ‘I don’t know,’ he mumbled. ‘Whatever you think I’ll like. Surprise me!’ Olivia noticed that he seemed distracted.

‘I know!’ Olivia bounced up from the booth. ‘How about I buy a round of ice cream for everyone? It’ll be a parting gift. My treat! Brendan, can you help me carry them back?’ She gestured for him to follow her up to the counter.

Brendan loped alongside her, taking a spot in line behind the boy playing the blue robot. Nearby, Camilla knelt with her bulky camera on one shoulder, shooting the lens up towards the actor-robot. ‘Just act naturally,’ she directed. ‘You’re a robot in need of some oil.
Feel
 
the creakiness in your joints.
Need
 
the oilcan. Action!’

The robot stepped up to the cashier, his words coming out short and choppy. ‘Ex-cuse me,’ said robo-boy, trying to sound electronic. ‘But may I have some oil to mend my wound-ed heart valve?’ Robo-boy pressed a rigid hand to his chest.

The cashier looked around the robot to Brendan and Olivia. She screwed up her face and twirled one finger at the side of her head. ‘Loopy!’

Olivia pretended she hadn’t heard, and instead eyed the menu above the cashier’s head and the vamp-tastic names of the ice creams:
Count Cherry Chocula; Batty Blackberry; Crypt’s Coconut.
 
She elbowed Brendan as they waited for their turn to be served. ‘Are you OK with Ivy going away?’ she asked. ‘You can be honest with me, you know.’

Brendan rubbed his ribs. ‘Ouch! Sure, I’m OK. Whatever’s good for Ivy is good for me.’

Olivia rolled her eyes. Brendan was a vampire. He probably hadn’t even felt her jab. ‘If you’re trying to make a big show of being “cool” with this trip, you don’t have to, you know. It’s OK to be a bit sad!’

Brendan stared at his black shoelaces. ‘Let’s just take it one step at a time.’

‘Brendan Daniels, don’t give me the brave face.’

Brendan dug the toe of one trainer into the ground. ‘I’m just trying to do what’s best.’

Olivia stepped in front of Brendan, turning her back to the ice-cream counter and facing towards robo-boy, who was still busy fumbling with his lines. ‘Give it more
passion
 
!’ she heard Camilla tell him. ‘Really commit to the part.’

‘Brendan, I may be small – and a bunny – but if this ever gets too much for you, I want you to know you can confide in me. You can confide in Ivy! She cares a lot for you and would only want you to be honest about how you’re feeling.’

Brendan took a step back. ‘Thanks, Olivia.’ He swept his hand through his hair, suddenly looking a little worried. ‘But please don’t say anything to Ivy, OK?’

Olivia’s eyes flitted quickly in her sister’s direction. Ivy was staring at the pair of them with her head cocked. She was clearly getting the sense that something was up.

Olivia smiled sweetly, as if to say,
Everything’s fine
. Then she turned back to Brendan. ‘I promise. We’ll look out for each other whilst she’s away.’ She held out her pinky.

Brendan stared. ‘I’m not pinky swearing, Olivia. I’m a dude!’

Olivia lifted her eyebrows and jutted her chin, waiting.

‘Fine,’ said Brendan, letting his head hang in defeat. He locked pinkies with her and shook. ‘I promise too. Happy?’

‘Very.’ Olivia stepped up to the front of the line and rested her hand on the cool metal of the Meat and Greet counter, where a pale goth girl with a black apron was waiting with a pen and pad. ‘Two Dark Chocolate Delights and two Scrumptious Strawberry ice-cream cones, please.’

The girl smiled through dark-red lips and Olivia could just make out where the cashier’s dazzling white fangs had been filed. ‘Four cones, coming right up!’

While they waited, Olivia waved to Camilla, who was letting her actors ‘take five’. ‘It looks like the shoot’s going well,’ Olivia said, as her friend approached.

Camilla tucked a clipboard under her arm. ‘It is.’ She lowered her voice. ‘But it would be so much better with you and . . .’ Olivia felt her heart do a back-flip – and not a happy one.
Not the J-word, not the J-word
. Camilla opened her mouth and then closed it. ‘Um, yeah . . .’ Camilla cleared her throat, ‘with
you
 
in it.’

Olivia quickly fixed a big smile on her face. As if on cue, the cashier handed over four cones. Brendan took two, Olivia the other two. As she reached for them, she smiled at Camilla. ‘I hope the rest of the filming goes well,’ said Olivia, refusing to let her smile slip. ‘Sorry I can’t be here for it.’
I’m fine
, she repeated.
Totally fine
.

If I keep telling myself that, perhaps one day I’ll believe it.

Ivy just did not get Chinese orchestral music. The low-pitched strings and relentless drums were anything but relaxing. Unfortunately that was what Olivia’s adoptive dad, Mr Abbott, insisted on listening to as he drove Olivia and Ivy to the airport before their long flight to Transylvania.

Mr Abbott hummed along with the CD. ‘It’s very Zen, don’t you think?’

More like very annoying
, thought Ivy.

Horatio, her grandparents’ hulking butler, was squished between the girls in the back seat, his knees pulled up to his chest. His sleek black tuxedo jacket was stretched tight across his back and his suit trousers were hiked high above his ankles, revealing bright-red socks. Ivy’s grandparents had been summoned back to Transylvania to help prepare for the wedding, but they’d left Horatio behind to help the girls pack. ‘You really ought to have let one of us sit in the middle,’ said Olivia, her knees squashed against the door.

Horatio peered down his nose. ‘I would not hear of it, Miss Olivia. I am here, as always, to serve.’ Ivy snorted. Right now, Horatio was only serving to block the air conditioning!

Charles Vega, the twins’ bio-dad, was sitting up front next to Mr Abbott. ‘It’s very kind of you to drive us to the airport,’ he said. ‘We won’t forget this.’