"You all are mistaken!" Laurel said as she quivered. "I am not a vampire."
"Then why do you have the blood in your hands?" asked Rory who had crowded her and almost pinned her to the wall.
"This— this is for the girl who just went inside," she explained.
"Oh, now she is telling a lie?" Mavis growled. "Earlier she said that she didn't know the girl and was too scared when she saw her on her balcony? How did she come to your room's balcony, when she was staying one floor up? Now don't tell us that she has grown wings too?"
"We could have done something very wrong to the girl. She appeared so frail," Sam tutted. "I am calling the Sheriff." He dug his hands in the pocket to take his phone out.
"Why do that?" Rory hissed. "I have a better idea." He grabbed Laurel's upper arm and dragged her out of the hotel. "We should kill her and bury her body deep in the forest. No one will come to know about this vampire then."
