Dangerous Girls

Dangerous Girls

by R. L. Stine


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Destiny Weller and her twin sister, Livvy, return from their summer vacation with an overpowering thirst –– an inhuman desire to drink blood.

Have they turned into vampires?

How will they keep their horrifying secret from their family and friends?

And can they find a way to become human again ... before it's too late?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780060530822
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 08/10/2004
Series: Dangerous Girls , #1
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 508,601
Product dimensions: 4.19(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.80(d)
Lexile: 510L (what's this?)
Age Range: 13 - 18 Years

About the Author

R.L. Stine has more than 350 million English language books in print, plus international editions in 32 languages, making him one of the most popular children’s authors in history. Besides Goosebumps, R.L. Stine has written other series, including Fear Street, Rotten School, Mostly Ghostly, The Nightmare Room, and Dangerous Girls. R.L. Stine lives in New York with his wife, Jane, and his Cavalier King Charles spaniel, Minnie. Visit him online at www.rlstine.com.


New York, New York

Date of Birth:

October 8, 1943

Place of Birth:

Columbus, Ohio


B.A., Ohio State University, 1965

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Dangerous Girls

By R.L. Stine

Harper Collins Publishers

Copyright © 2003 R.L. Stine All right reserved. ISBN: 0060530812

Chapter One

The Most Dangerous Day

Summer can't be over already. Do I really have
to leave Camp Blue Moon?

That's what Destiny Weller was thinking on the day she started to become a vampire.

She watched the yellow bus rumble away, carrying the last of the campers with it. The bus bounced over the narrow dirt road, then turned and disappeared into the trees.

"Hey, we're free!" someone yelled. "The little animals are gone!"

"Party time!"

"Who has car keys? Can we get a keg? Can we at least get some six-packs?"

A red afternoon sun was sinking behind the trees. The air suddenly carried a chill, a hint that summer was nearly over.

Destiny turned and searched for her sister, Livvy. The counselors gathered around the grassy hill that overlooked the road, laughing and joking, hugging each other, celebrating the end of the camp season.

She spotted Livvy in a circle of girls clustered around Renz. He was flirting with them, hugging them one by one. All the girls adored Renz, and why not?

He was so good-looking, tall and tanned, with that wavy, black hair, those dark, bedroom eyes - devilish eyes - that irresistible smile. So charming and funny and ... grown-up.

Not like the other guys in camp, Destinythought. Not like the counselors and junior counselors whose idea of a good time was going skinny-dipping in the lake after lights-out, or putting snakes in each other's beds.

Renz was too sophisticated for that.

Destiny didn't really know much about him. She knew that his real name was Lorenzo Angelini, and he had just a hint of an Italian accent, which made him even sexier. He had been hired as head waterfront counselor. But when Uncle Bob, the owner of Camp Blue Moon, suddenly took sick just before the kids arrived, Renz became head counselor.

"I see who you're staring at." Nakeisha Johnson came up behind Destiny and grabbed her shoulders, startling her.

Destiny laughed. "He's looking good in those tennis whites, isn't he!"

"Summer's too short," Nakeisha said. "Think I could follow him home? Maybe he'll adopt me."

"Actually, I'm watching my sister," Destiny said. "Do you believe those short shorts? You can see half her butt."

Nakeisha gazed at the crowd of girls around Renz. "Well don't turn green or anything. You know you're jealous. Renz spent so much time with Livvy."

"All the guys spent time with Livvy," Destiny replied. She watched Renz give Livvy a farewell hug, holding her close, his hands all over her bare back.

"Stop shaking your head," Nakeisha said. "How can identical twins be so different?"

"I told you. We're fraternal. Not identical," Destiny said.

"Oh. Right. Well, that explains it," Nakeisha replied, rolling her eyes.

"I'm fifteen minutes older," Destiny said. "See. I've got to act like the older sister."

A yellow jacket buzzed around them. Destiny swatted it away. High in the darkening sky, a flock of honking geese flew in perfect V-formation, making its way from Canada. On the road below, the camp station wagon sped past, tires spinning up dust, jammed with counselors heading to town to buy beer.

"Everyone's acting happy, but this is so sad," Nakeisha said. "Tomorrow we'll all go our separate ways. I won't see you anymore." She turned and wrapped Destiny in a hug.

Destiny hugged her back. "You've been such a good friend. I really am going to miss you."

Both girls had tears in their eyes.

"At least you're going home to New York," Destiny said, letting go. She ran a hand through her short, straight blond hair. "Not boring little Dark Springs, Mass."

Nakeisha wiped tear stains off her cheeks. "I just got something in my eye, that's all. It's not like I hate saying good-bye or anything. You've got my e-mail address, right? And my cell number?"

Destiny nodded. "We can Instant Message each other."

"Maybe you can come to New York for Thanksgiving?"

Destiny laughed. "Yeah, if I win the lottery or something."

"Hey, know what? I'll be doing college visits in September and October. I know I'll be in Boston. Maybe I can come through Dark Springs."

"Excellent!" Destiny said. Over Nakeisha's shoulder, she saw Livvy, cigarette in hand, lip-locked with Cory Field, one of her many admirers. His arm around her shoulders, Cory began to lead Livvy toward the trees by the lake.

"Livvy—wait!" Destiny shouted. She took off running. "Hey, Liv - stop!"

Her sister turned and took a long drag on the cigarette. Cory kept his arm around her. "Hi, Dee. What's up?" Livvy asked.

"How's it going?" Cory said. "Pretty quiet without the kids, huh?"

Destiny nodded. "Liv, you haven't started packing," she said.

"Yeah, I know."

Destiny stared at her sister. Livvy did everything she could to look different from her twin. Destiny wore her hair short, so Livvy kept hers long, letting it flow down over her shoulders. Destiny hardly ever wore makeup, just a little blush and lip gloss from time to time. Livvy liked purple or dark red lipstick, and her biggest suitcase this summer had been filled with eye makeup.

Livvy had one nostril pierced, usually wore three different earrings in each ear, and loved to wear rings on every finger. She wanted to get a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder, but held off, knowing her dad would give her all kinds of grief.

Destiny would never admit it to anyone, but she secretly admired her sister for having so much style.

Livvy was always trying to give her a make-over. One night last year when they were juniors, she allowed Livvy to work on her - lipstick, mascara, even streaks in her hair. When she had finished, Livvy started to smile ...


Excerpted from Dangerous Girls by R.L. Stine
Copyright © 2003 by R.L. Stine
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