Research
Wow, okay. @KeepItSunny on Instagram, with 200k+ followers. Fashion, food, makeup, lifestyle, that kind of stuff. She looks very glamorous, and is living her best life. Her Instagram account is one of the ones that makes you want to kill yourself a little bit. Or is that just me?
Also active on Facebook, but where Nellie’s interacting in the comments like it’s a chat room, Sunny’s posting the bigger announcement and administrative posts. Like, “we’re restocking the blood bank on State Street tomorrow,” or “don’t forget to fill out this form to let us know if you kill somebody” and the like. (I’m paraphrasing, obviously, but that’s the vibe.)
WHOA—In one comment, she mentions growing up in Korea… in the 1700s. So. Around 300 years old, and better at social media than I’d ever hope to be. And way better than Nellie who said she’s over 100? I don’t get it, but there’s a lot of this that doesn’t make sense.
DOM
My age, ish? Lives in Boston, I’m guessing, because she didn’t head to the commuter rail with me after brunch. Possibly was avoiding me after I freaked?
Turned around the same time as me, by the same person.
When? Where?
Possibly, probably, might have killed someone.
TRAVIS
Turned both me and Dom.
Most powerful, oldest vampire in the New England clan.
??????
BRENNAN’S PHONE
Brennan
So, what’s the deal with Travis? The guy who turned me?
Nellie
Oh. He’s a bit of a loner. He lives out in the forest near your school.—N
Brennan
Can I meet him?
Nellie
Not a good move at the moment.—N
Brennan
You don’t have to keep signing your messages, Nellie, I know it’s you.
Nellie
You didn’t the first time! I have to be sure.—N
Sometimes, Brennan helped Cole shelve library books, or else Cole did it himself while Brennan sorted pamphlets. For now, he was numbering each of them for reference, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the information needed big-picture reorganization. He kept adding to his notebook, endless pages of discoveries and questions and notes.
One time, Brennan brought coffee from the hipster place near hisand Tony’s apartment, and Cole commented it was his favorite place. So naturally, the next time he went over to the library, he got his normal black coffee and added a vanilla latte for Cole. It was an afterthought, really, but when he presented it to Cole, he lit up like a freaking Christmas tree.
“You better watch yourself buyin’ me coffee, I might fall in love with you,” Cole said, Southern accent extra thick, accepting the coffee and bumping their shoulders together. And Brennan realized, a bit belatedly, that he had acrushon Cole. A fucking middle school, little-girl, pathetic crush.
“We can’t have that,” Brennan said. “I’m married to my work.”
