Change of Fate (The Briar Creek Vampires, #4) by Jayme Morse & Jody Morse Read Free

There had to be a reason – and
Lexi had a feeling that it wasn’t so they could be showered by rays
of sunshine and butterflies. Something darker had to be happening
here.
    Dan shook his head, his scruffy blonde hair
moving with it. “No. I’ve never been here before. Do you?”
    “No. That’s why I asked you.” Lexi scanned
the area for a road sign or even a street sign, but there was
nothing that would give them any clues as to where they were. She
turned to Dan. “Can you call Austin? Tell him that something
happened.”
    Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out
his BlackBerry. He put the phone to his ear, and a few minutes
later, he started laughing. “We have no service. There’s not even
an operator to tell me that there’s an error.”
    Lexi scowled. “Why is that funny, you moron?
That phone call might have been the only way for us to let Austin
know where we are! We have to find service.”
    Dan continued to laugh. “Because isn’t it
obvious, Lexi? There are only dirt roads, there’s no cell
phone reception and no operators. Wherever we are, it’s
obviously not Briar Creek or any time in the present and unless if
we somehow ended up in Lancaster . . . we’re in the past.”
    Lexi felt her forehead scrunch up as she
replied, “That’s not even possible. People don’t just go back in
time.”
    Dan shrugged. “Normally, they don’t get
sucked into a book either. Besides, we’re not people.” He paused.
“Well, I’m not at least.”
    Lexi sighed, getting his point. And he was
right. If vampires could exist, there was really no reason why time
travel couldn’t exist either. Even though Dan was right, the whole
concept just seemed so far-fetched. “Well, I have an idea,” Lexi
said.
     
     
    An hour later, Lexi and Dan were standing
outside of the town’s small general store. Wherever they were, a
general store and a small diner appeared to be the only things that
this town had.
    Lexi found what they were looking for stacked
in a large pile in front of the door. The newspaper displayed a
large headline: “Estimated 200 mysterious deaths” – an alarming
news story for such a small town. Lexi glanced to the top of the
newspaper. The date read: May 12th, 1822.
    “Oh my God,” Lexi whispered, cupping her
hands over her mouth. A few people glanced over at her. The date
explained the long black skirts and the hats the women were
wearing; the neutral colors were appropriate for the time period.
It made Lexi’s own denim jeans and skin-revealing lacy tank top
stick out like a sore thumb. If Lexi and Dan were going to be stuck
in this town for any length of time, they were going to need to
find some new clothing so that they would blend in better.
    1822. How in the world had they traveled back
to 1822? “I don’t understand what happened,” Lexi told Dan as they
walked down the dirt road, in the direction opposite of the way
they had come from. “All I did was open that book and read what was
on the page.”
    “It must have had some sort of magic,” Dan
replied, following closely behind Lexi.
    “How do you think we can get back?” Lexi
asked quietly as they passed by an old man dressed in a suit. He
eyed Dan’s polo shirt. At first Lexi thought he was looking at it
like it was inappropriate, but then she realized that there was a
look of curiosity on his face. He’d obvious never seen a polo shirt
before. Polo shirts hadn’t been around in 1822.
    “I don’t know,” Dan replied. “First, we’re
going to have to figure out what you did to get us here in the
first place. Then, hopefully, we can reverse it.”
    Lexi stopped dead in her tracks and whirled
around to look at him. “What do you mean what I did? Are you
blaming me for this?”
    Dan shrugged. “You are the one who
opened the book and read what the page said. Not me. You should be
thanking me. I tried to save you and instead I got sucked in with
you.”
    Lexi glared at him for a few minutes before
turning on her heel