Disclaimer: I do not own Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, or any of the characters associated with these books. This is merely for entertainment and something that I enjoy to do in my free time.
A/N: Some of you have noticed that Aiden's father is a vampire. If you remember the beginning of the story Duncan Thornhart is the original owner of the house.
Aiden doubled back to the house when he was sure the others were safely out of sight. He unlocked the door to the house and went down the the basement where Duncan was sitting and listening to classical music. Duncan had fixed it up beautifully. It was like another house hidden in an old neglectful one.
"There's a murder all over the news. Are you responsible for it?" Aiden asked.
"I told you I went out last night. No one saw me. In fact, you may want to look at your new love. She suspects you, along with that boyfriend of hers." Duncan said, smiling at his son.
"He's not her boyfriend." Aiden said defensively. "How do you know they suspect me?"
"I get very bored in here during the day. I can hear a lot of the conversations throughout the house. They were talking quietly but I could still here them." Duncan explained.
"What did they say?" Aiden asked.
"She knows that Ernest has no siblings. So that means she knows that you're lying to her. She wants to know why." Duncan said.
"She can't find out why. Not yet." Aiden said. He kicked a chair across the room.
"So you do like her." Duncan smiled.
"That's what makes this hard. I don't want to have to hurt her." Aiden said, rubbing his neck.
"Don't. Have you asked her to the party yet?" Duncan asked.
"Not yet. I planned on doing that later." Aiden said.
"Ask her. Soon. We'll go on as planned." He walked up to his son and took his face in his hands. "You will be happy, Aiden. Happier than I was. You'll have someone by your side."
A/N: I am sorry the chapter is so short. I usually don't make them this short. I will do better next time.
A/N: Some of you have noticed that Aiden's father is a vampire. If you remember the beginning of the story Duncan Thornhart is the original owner of the house.
Aiden doubled back to the house when he was sure the others were safely out of sight. He unlocked the door to the house and went down the the basement where Duncan was sitting and listening to classical music. Duncan had fixed it up beautifully. It was like another house hidden in an old neglectful one.
"There's a murder all over the news. Are you responsible for it?" Aiden asked.
"I told you I went out last night. No one saw me. In fact, you may want to look at your new love. She suspects you, along with that boyfriend of hers." Duncan said, smiling at his son.
"He's not her boyfriend." Aiden said defensively. "How do you know they suspect me?"
"I get very bored in here during the day. I can hear a lot of the conversations throughout the house. They were talking quietly but I could still here them." Duncan explained.
"What did they say?" Aiden asked.
"She knows that Ernest has no siblings. So that means she knows that you're lying to her. She wants to know why." Duncan said.
"She can't find out why. Not yet." Aiden said. He kicked a chair across the room.
"So you do like her." Duncan smiled.
"That's what makes this hard. I don't want to have to hurt her." Aiden said, rubbing his neck.
"Don't. Have you asked her to the party yet?" Duncan asked.
"Not yet. I planned on doing that later." Aiden said.
"Ask her. Soon. We'll go on as planned." He walked up to his son and took his face in his hands. "You will be happy, Aiden. Happier than I was. You'll have someone by your side."
A/N: I am sorry the chapter is so short. I usually don't make them this short. I will do better next time.