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On the road to Hanté 9:02 am
Twirling the pendant around her fingers, Y/n's eyes flickered onto the boys. Brendon was now driving, Ryan was passed out next to him, and so were the guys. The road towards the hotel was bumpy, considering it was inside of a forest.
Green trees and dark spots were all that her eyes could see throughout the windows. "You okay back there?" Brendon's voice suddenly made her jump slightly. She blushed, "Y-yeah. Sorry, just tired." She said as she rubbed her eyes. Brendon sighed, "Do you think we'll-we'll actually find these. . . vampires?"
She shifted her in seat, careful enough not to bump Patrick. "Crazy shit has been happening very since we checked in that hotel, Bren. I think, maybe, if we solve these puzzle pieces together then maybe we get to kick some vampire asses," She smiled at Brendon through the rear view. Brendon looked at Ryan, "I haven't seen him this sad." Brendon said.
Y/n frowned, "Grace died, and he saw her as his world." She looked away, feeling her own heart break at the mention of Grace's name. "He wrote songs about her and sang it to her. Heck, I bet my whole house that he made an album about her." Brendon laughed sadly, looking on the road.
Y/n looked at the trees, "I miss her." Y/n softly said, closing her eyes. Brendon bit his lower lip, blinking away a few tears. "I miss her, too."
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Middle of the forest, Hanté 12:05 pm
Andy helped her with her bags as they walked inside the hotel. Nostalgia filled her as she stepped in. Pine trees and apples filled her nose, following Pete towards the front desk.
A boy, bleached-out and slicked back hair, looked at them with a smile. "Welcome back to Hanté. I am Mikey and what can I be of help?" He asked Pete. "Uh, yeah. We'd like to book two rooms please," Pete said.
As Pete talked to the boy, Ryan and Y/n looked around the hall. Old paintings of people hang on the walls and a big chandelier hang from the ceiling. Dallon tapped her shoulder and she looked at him, "What?"
