Chapter 4

While David was out with Paulina, having dinner at 'an adorable little bistro', Jordan was on her laptop, watching what looked to be a live web cam shot of a high school party. Her two best friends were clearly seen on the screen.

"J!" Her friend, Tina, cried through the screen, "Try to relax!"

Jordan, who was using both tissues and nasal spray to breath through what looked to be a blocked nose, muttered, "You guys know I hate parties."

"Hang out for a while, Cort's sure gonna be here!" Referring of course to Jordan's high school crush, Cort McCann.

Jordan's shorter friend, Debbie, peered through the camera, "Eh, you might wanna ditch the glasses and put on some make-up though." Jordan paused, pulling her glasses off and staring at them for a second, before dropping them to grab a tissue for her giant sneeze.

In Hunter's room her was also video-chatting, but to his own best friends. "So I checked , and and they all say the same thing, Wolfsberg beast is just a guy in a suit."

His friends looked at him with expressionless faces, "Those websites are commercialised garbage, run by lame grown-ups." Rob had black hair that got into his eyes as he ranted.

His other friend, Richard, nodded, "The real stuff is on the underground blogs." Rob nodded, searching for a piece of paper, "We found a guy who actually spent a whole year in Wolfsburg." Richard continued to talk, in a slightly scared tone, after Rob handed him the paper, "And I quote; there is no doubt in my mind that the Wolfsberg beast exists. I have seen it-" The screen went fuzzy, "From as close as 100 yards-" The screen went blank and the shrill scream of Jordan Sands was heard, causing Hunter to look up.

Jordan was walking around her room with her hair up in a high ponytail, her glasses off and holding up her laptop, trying to get a signal. Just as Hunter walked in she turned around, snapping the screen down. "What happened to the internet?"

"What happened to your face?" Hunter cried out, pointing to her face.

Jordan sighed, shaking her head, "I was at a party."

Hunter looked at her with both amusement and disbelief, "A costume party?"

"Not funny," Jordan snapped at her younger brother in a way that their mother used too. "Can you fix it?" She almost begged, completely changing her tone of voice.

Hunter shrugged, "Yeah, we just gotta find the router and reset it."

"How do we find that?"

"May I be of assistance?" The both looked towards the door finding Lillian there. She was wearing more comfy clothes now, her grey sweats and a simple dark blue tank top with a picture of the moon on it. Her dark brown hair was up in a ponytail quite like Jordan's.

Hunter, who had been staring at her for a couple of seconds, nodded, "You know where the router is?"

She nodded, her hair swinging around her, "Sure, come on!" She gestured for them to follow her. Hunter was behind her in seconds, not really realising to be honest, while Jordan looked at the two of them with a smirk before shaking her head, scowling and rolling her eyes. Eventually she followed the both of them.

As Lillian led the two American teens down the hall, she vaguely noticed that Jordan had given Hunter her laptop and he was tracking the signal. As she stopped in front of a large bookcase, she heard the signal tracker going hay-wire. "The router is behind here," Lillian informed them, but of course they didn't listen.

"Hey, this is where the signal for the wireless is the strongest." Hunter informed his sister. "It's gotta be behind this bookcase."

"Oh, come on!" Jordan groaned, taking a couple of steps closer.

Hunter looked back at her, "Hello! Creepy castle, usually one of the older books triggers it." He told her, turning back to the bookcase, shifting the laptop into his other hand so he could pull at the books.

As Jordan continued to look at he brother as if he was insane, Lillian picked up the remote from the table to the left of her. She clicked the open button just as Hunter pulled another book.

Smirking, Lillian said, "Universal remote." She walked passed Hunter and Jordan to wander into the dark room, which admittedly, Lillian had never been inside. Jordan, who had picked up a torch, shone it around the room, which was starting to look like some creepy lab in a horror movie.

Lillian moved to the side, trying to find some sort of light switch, but was having trouble in the dark. Meanwhile, Jordan pushed Hunter further into the room.

Hunter let out a hushed chuckle, "Whoa." Jordan stepped out of the doorway, which then slammed shut behind them.

"Maybe we shouldn't be in here." Jordan said, staring back at the once open door. "I mean, what if Madame Varcolac," Wolf howl, "Uh! I really hate that!"

Almost as if practiced, "Imagine how she feels." Hunter and Lillian spoke, looking at each other in slight confusion. Shaking his head, Hunter walked further into the room, "Man this place is awesome!"

Jordan rolled her eyes, staring at the random things around them, "It's creepy."

Hunter paused, only to feel the soft bump against his back, signalling that Lillian had bumped into him. Her quiet, nearly inaudible gasp, "Ugh, spiders," made him smile. They both continued to walk forward, ignoring the 'ew' from Jordan.

"Hey, I found the router." Hunter spoke loudly, not entirely sure where Jordan had walked off to.

"Just fix it, then let's get out of here." Both Lillian and Hunter turned to the router and reached for it. They paused, before Lillian gestured for him to go ahead.

Jordan, who was still looking at random things and making noises of disgust, paused. "LB. 217?" She picked up the vile, of what looked to be blood. Jordan jumped, when she felt something touch her shoulder, and unfortunately dropped the vile, which smashed on impact. "Hunter!"

Hunter looked at the blood, dropping the stuffed animal arm, "Good going!"

Jordan snapped back, "You are so immature!"

"There's blood everywhere!" Hunter complained, and right as Lillian was going to answer, the three teens heard thuds, which they knew to be Madame Varcolac's footsteps. Working quickly, Hunter stood up, grabbed the laptop and whispered harshly for his sister and somewhat friend to follow.

Jordan stood quickly and went to follow, only to stand on the broken glass of the LB. 217 vile. "Ouch! I stepped on the glass!"

"Would you hurry up?" Hunter snapped, opening a door and pulling Lillian in behind him, before closing it after Jordan limped in. Just as the door silently swung shut, the loud, squeaky bookcase/door opened.

Madame Varcolac walked in slowly, looking around suspiciously, before snapping her arm up holding her torch.

"Get down!" Lillian whispered into Hunter's ear and he nodded, telling Jordan to do the same as they slid down. Un-noticed by anyone in the room, Hunter had his arm around Lillian's waist, pulling her into his side.

Madame Varcolac walked over to the large doors, shining her torch through the small windows, whilst peering in as well. The three teens looked up to the windows, their breathing as quiet as could be as they saw the light of Madame V's torch.

When Madame Varcolac saw that there was nothing, she turned back around (still shooting suspicious looks) before slowly walking back out the door.

"Do you think she's gone?" Jordan whispered.

"Not sure," Hunter muttered before the loud thud of the bookcase closing could be heard.

A quiet noise could be heard after a few seconds, "Hunter, cut it out." Jordan complained.

Hunter huffed, once again being blamed for something, "Cut what out?"

"That noise!"

"It wasn't me!" Hunter said, pulling his arm from around Lillian who's head was resting on Hunter's shoulder. He opened the computer screen, moving it around, trying to find the source of the noise.

"Are those-" Hunter was cut off by the loud shouts of both his sister and somewhat friend.

"BATS!"

They later sat in Jordan's room, listening to her complain about the bats. Still. "Who has a room full of bats in their house?"

Hunter smiled, "Uncle D, he was living large!"

"Ow!" Jordan squeaked, her foot throbbing in pain.

Hunter stared at her, "I haven't even touched you yet."

Jordan huffed, slightly embarrassed, "Well, just do it already."

Lillian smiled, amused by their banter. "You will have to stop moving so much, Jordan." Lillian was sitting quite close to Hunter, something that once again, only Jordan noticed.

Hunter grabbed his older sister's foot lightly, "Ugh, got it." He held the small piece of glass up to the light, "Gnarly." He then proceeded to stand up and head back to his room.

Jordan sighed, flopping back onto her bed, "Can this night get any worse?" She turned onto her side, noticing that the live feed of the party was back on her computer. Jordan squinted slightly, before putting her glasses back on.

On the screen was Cort McCann, kissing some other popular girl.

Jordan closed her eyes for a second before closing the screen.

Lillian knocked on the slightly open door of Hunter's room. "Hey." She smiled at him, noticing him still looking at the 'gnarly' piece of glass from Jordan's foot.

Hunter looked up, "Hey Lil." He put the glass down on his desk, not even noticing that he used her nickname. He stood up and Lillian couldn't help but notice that he had changed from his jeans and werewolf graphic-t into night clothes. Hunter wore simple blue boxers and a white t-shirt, his hair was already messed up, making her think that he had already tried to go to sleep. "Why you still up?"

"Can't sleep, I was wondering if we could talk for a bit." Lillian tilted her head, something that used to make Dragonmire do basically everything she asked.

Hunter smiled, nodding, "Sure, come on in."

Lillian smiled, turning only to shut the door behind her.