The Roswell Coven: Circle of Terra

Chapter Five

Abby's smile was still fresh in my head as I made the final turn onto the long winding driveway of the Brookville Inn. I parked my bike under a tree and inhaled deeply. The sweet lemony scent of fall roses filled me with joy. I stood for a moment and soaked in my surrounds. The Inn was a converted old farmhouse dressed up by flower gardens and a large marble statue of an angel. The view of the Eumac river from across the open field added a bit of charm to the place.

A very bored front desk attendant named Darla stretched the check-in process into a forty-five minute ordeal. I politely declined when she volunteered to show me to my room. I had all the social interaction I could handle for a while. My room was at the end of the hall on the second floor next to what appeared to be a shared bathroom.

 I found the room to be warm and inviting with all the quaintness of a traditional bed and breakfast decor. The only item missing which could have been of use is a mini refrigerator but I can make do without one. Thankfully synthetic blood does not require refrigeration. I empty the entire contents of my bag into the first two dresser drawers with plenty of room to spare.

Normally, I would not see this as an issue since I prefer a minimalist life style. I however am supposed to be a typical high school student so this will be a big problem come Monday. I am wearing the only set of civilian clothes I own. What I need is a new wardrobe. I grabbed a notepad and pen from the dresser and jotted down a few items that came to mind. The list consisted of blue jeans, t-shirts, and socks.

I tossed the notepad on the bed in disgust. I can buy all the jeans and t-shirts I want but will they be the right kind?Why hadn't I paid better attention to how the students were dressed earlier? Abby's smile flashed through my mind. Oh right. I was preoccupied. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. It could only be one person. I pulled it from my pocket.

"Hello Violet." I greeted.

"Are you in trouble yet?" She joked.

I did not laugh. "I cannot do this."

"Do you want to try again?" Violet asked. This is her way of telling me to suck-it-up.

"I am trying to make a shopping list." I glanced at the list. "It is not going exactly what I would consider well."

"What exactly is the problem?"

 I shook my head. "I am a hundred and fifty year old vampire trying to go back to high school." I reminded her. "I do not know what I am doing or what to even buy."Once I got started I couldn't stop. "Even if I do manage to figure it out, I still don't know how to appear human." My response was met with a brief silence.

She giggled. "You're worried about fitting in. How cute."

 "Okay yep, great talk." I lifted the phone from my ear.

The giggling stopped. "Brady don't hang up." The humor was gone. "Buy a magazine or watch a teen drama. Both will give you a basic idea of what you're looking to purchase." Violet advised. I snapped on the television and flipped through a couple of channels before I found a teen show with kids sitting in a diner with a giant peach hanging on the wall. This gave me an idea.

"Violet. You're a genius. I will call you later." I hung up before she could respond.

I grabbed the room key off the dresser and headed for the lobby. The world might have changed since I was last in school but the need for massive amounts of food certainly has not. Darla looked up startled by my approach.

 "Is everything okay?" She asked.

I leaned on the counter. "Could you help me out with something." I flashed my best smile. Darla blinked in a half dazed kind of way. I toned down the smile. "I am supposed to meet a friend from school today. The problem is I forgot the name of the place. All I know is they serve cheap food."