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There it was again, that lump in his throat. No one called for an adult or stepped forward to help Vlad. Some things never changed. Meredith was nowhere to be found. The death of a loved one is funny like that.
A multitude of vampiric councils guard and keep Elysia and bound our brethren to each of the three-hundred-and- 81 thirteen laws. The Elysian laws were laid out by the original Elysian council, which formed in the early Paleolithic period—gifting us with power in numbers and the societal requirement of law and order.
Even vampire history was boring. Otis had told him time and time again not to concern himself with it. But there was a problem with that. Vlad was already quite concerned with the word. The voice of the goth girl drifted in through the windows. And he can bite me!
Vlad crept out onto the ledge. The goth kids were no longer sitting in their usual spot on the steps. Now the tall, silvery-haired goth was standing over the smallest of the group—a boy with mesh gloves and spiky hair that drooped slightly at the ends.
Vlad crouched, perching on the ledge, and leaned forward a bit. The goth girl was standing beside the other two, with her pale hands held out pleadingly between the two boys.
A fourth goth was slouching against the light post, watching the scene with an air of disinterest. The boy on the ground shrugged. Not me. Kristoff, huh? When Vlad and Kristoff were in the seventh grade, his name had been David and his hair had been blond. All of Elysia is bound to the same laws. Crimes are reported to the nearest council, and prisoners are held 83 until their trial, where evidence will be examined and they will be given the opportunity to defend themselves.
Common forms of punishment are lashes by a leather whip, banishment, and community service. This tradition goes back to the invention of sponge cake, which had been a favorite of then council president, Peter Plogojowitz.
Please be careful, Vladimir. My associates inform me that a vampire slayer may be headed for Bathory. Lay low. He was being hunted. He read the note one more time and glanced nervously around the belfry, then blew out the candle and sat in the dark until his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the moon.
The fact the vampire slayers actually existed might have been something Otis could have mentioned as a nasty possibility before he drove off at the beginning of the summer. Or even at the beginning of his letter. Might as well believe in werewolves or the boogeyman. The best thing he could do was to keep to himself and familiar faces.
If a slayer was headed for Bathory, he might not even notice Vlad.
If he did. He folded the letter, slid it back into the envelope, and hoped that Otis would return to Bathory before the slayer could become an issue. He was tempted to take to the treetops in order to avoid bumping into anyone who might be looking to impale him with a wooden stake, but he felt kind of tired.
The last thing Vlad needed was to fall from a tree. While Vlad healed at an abnormally fast rate, it still hurt whenever he got scrapes and bruises. Six days of almost constant pain. It had felt like an eternity. The slayer. Vlad had to will his body to keep still and not bolt down the street in a screeching panic. It was very likely the guy was just out for a late-night stroll, wondering what a kid his 86 age was doing hanging out at the high school at almost two in the morning. Perfectly normal.
Nothing to worry about. But just to be sure. Vlad pushed with his mind. Suddenly he was standing across from the school, watching a boy who was most certainly not a boy. And once I have his blood. His head throbbed in time with his racing heart. He looked across the street again, but the vampire slayer was nowhere to be found.
He took off at a sprint around the corner and headed toward home, all the while cursing himself for not checking if there was a chapter in his book on slayers and how to defend oneself. He was almost home. He rounded the tree on the corner. Joss looked up at Vlad.
What are you doing out here, anyway? You scared the crap out of me. I like collecting insects and watching them for a few days, learning about them. I have a bunch of jars in my backpack. Joss just stared at him. He slugged Joss in the shoulder. At least you have interesting hobbies. All I do is read. He and Joss both spoke at the same time. Downstairs he dropped his backpack on the kitchen table beside his sunblock. Stretching in the early-morning light, 89 he retrieved a bag of blood from the fridge and glanced at the phone.
There it was, mocking him. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully for a moment before reaching for the phone. Before he could overthink his actions, he picked it up and dialed. His heart settled some. I just wanted to call and. Why had he wanted to call? Other than hearing 90 her voice, what else was there?
He had to have a reason. Then he mumbled something unintelligible. Then he coughed. So, I asked someone else. Go to a semiformal dance?
I have way too much stuff to do. The 91 center of his chest ached, and for a moment, Vlad wondered if his heart had actually broken into a thousand pieces. But when he placed his hand against his chest, he could still feel its beats. They were slower, as if his heart had been through a lot in the last few minutes. But it was still working.
Vlad bit into the bag and sucked until it was empty, then tossed it into the biohazard container beneath the sink. He grabbed his backpack and headed for the front door.
It was weird that Henry had been walking to school without him, due to some early-morning student council meetings. Weirder still that Vlad had someone other than Henry to hang out with. Vlad noticed somebody moving on the front porch—he could see them through the window. He smiled and opened the front door, stepping out into the morning sun. You ready? Vlad looked up at the school and groaned.
Stephanie Brawn skipped over and smiled. But she was smiling. You want a copy of the school paper? Joss smiled back. Nobody ever read that rag. Well, apart from the jocks and cheerleaders, who took great joy in the fact that at least one of them was featured on every page. He made his way to the top step and paused, looking back over his shoulder. Several people were huddled together; he could hear them talking about something, but not about what.
With a shiver, Vlad hurried into the school and headed for his locker. The students inside were also paying annoyingly close attention to the paper. He gestured to the crowd of paper-reading students.
His eyes were bigger than Vlad had ever seen them. Then it picked up the pace at three times its normal rate. He shook his head. He leaned with his back against his locker and read the title aloud. By Eddie Poe, freshman correspondent. So much for extrasensory powers.
His fangs pushed their way forcefully out of his gums, and he clamped his mouth shut to hide them. That was the last thing he needed.
He scanned the photo again. It was grainy, gray, and dark. It might have been a branch. A very pale, good-looking branch. Vlad folded the paper with a grunt. Nobody believes him.
I mean, if it had been anybody else on the paper staff, they might think twice. But Eddie? He probably still sleeps with a night-light. All it takes is one or two and my cover is blown. Nelly would freak. Otis would be furious. Not to mention what the population of Bathory might think of having me around gorging on the blood of innocents.
Nelly has no control over who donates your dinner. Trust me on this, okay? No matter what happened, at least Henry had his back. He nodded, and his muscles relaxed some. When he pulled his hand away from his locker, the metal was dented in. A loud, deep voice boomed over the PA system. Edgar Poe. Right now, young man.
From the hall, they heard Principal Hardwick chewing out Eddie. Most of what they heard were loud, low sounds of yelling, but every once in a while, a word would come through loud and clear.
But some. It was replaced by pity. He looked humiliated. Defeated, even. Sure, he was still mad about the possibility of being exposed.
Eddie had just been looking for a way to be special, to be noticed in any way that could be deemed good. Realizing he was being watched, Eddie looked up.
The moment he caught Vlad in his sights, the embarrassment in his features disappeared, replaced by determination. Vlad watched him and then turned to Henry. And his name is Eddie Poe. It was a rather pathetic situation to be in, so Vlad did the next 99 best thing to attending the semiformal dance alone—he went to his secret sanctuary in the belfry to mope. Vlad had every right to mope. Not that he deserved it.
Not that anyone deserved a night out with Meredith Brookstone. For about two seconds after hearing that Joss would be taking Meredith to the dance, Vlad hated them both with a deep passion. Then he felt an immediate mixture of guilt, stupidity, and self-loathing.
Vlad should have asked Meredith to the dance weeks ago. Vlad tried keeping quiet about his feelings, but every time Joss would ask him if he could believe that Meredith had asked him out, Vlad screamed NO! Joss had broken the biggest friend code there was: He leaned back in his chair and listened to the music drifting in through the arched windows. His breath formed small clouds of fog in front of his lips. Vlad held his hands up to the candlelight for warmth. It was as if the belfry were telling him it was time to give up moping and go home.
From there he made his way to the cement. The snow crunched under his shoes as he made his way around to the front of the school. Vlad might be cold, but his curiosity had not yet been quenched. Two couples stood just inside the double doors.
Try as they might to break free, Henry and the junior were trapped. And Vlad was pretty sure they were happy with their predicament.
Vlad wondered for a moment if any of his vampiric nature had rubbed off when he and Henry were eight. The other couple was standing in shadows, not kissing, but clearly standing very close. The girl glanced over her shoulder, toward Vlad, and with a word to her date, who nodded and headed back toward the gym, Meredith opened the double doors and stepped outside.
Had she really braved the cold just to say hi to him? Henry and the junior were still attached at the face. I mean, after Freedom Fest last year, you just sort of avoided me.
Did I do something wrong? I mean. Man, had it worked. With a grateful nod, she slipped her arms into its sleeves. Vlad felt his heart squeeze its way up through his chest and settle in his throat.
Meredith dropped her eyes to the ground between them. Vlad swore he could see the threat of tears in hers. Because I like you, Vlad. I really like you. Why on earth would Chelsea Whitaker think she knew anything at all about Vlad when the expanse of their interaction had been Chelsea making snide comments about Vlad and pulling stupid pranks that always seemed to land Vlad in detention?
That sealed it. There was no way Vlad was ever going to be able to comprehend the complexities of teenage girls. How could she like him? He was such a freak. Not to mention dangerous. Nelly had always said that women like a dangerous man. Was that it? Or maybe, Vlad thought, it was nothing at all. Vlad booked it up the stairs and nearly fell. She laughed and brushed some snow from his blushing cheek.
But there was no time. Meredith pressed her lips to his. Just like that, the cold was gone. Meredith Brookstone had kissed him, and the world was right again. She walked up the steps and pulled the door open. Vlad saw her smile in his direction before the doors squeaked closed. His whispered words were a gray cloud in the cold air. Shivering, Vlad quickened his pace and squinted into the blowing snow.
He was crossing the street when he noticed a man standing on the corner, watching the house. He hurried to get inside, both to protect Nelly from a madman and to get warm before he could formulate a plan. Maybe they could hide out in Stokerton for a while.
Or, considering how unpopular Vlad probably was with Elysia for blowing a hole through their president last year, maybe not. Vlad swore under his breath and pointed the Lucis at the slayer, but a strong hand gripped his wrist and pointed it into the distance.
His eyes, lips, cheeks, even his chin seemed to have a pleasant glow. He stepped forward and grabbed a stunned Vlad into a tight hug. Vlad rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. If Meredith had left glittered lip gloss on him, it was better that Otis saw it than Nelly. All it said, in big red and blue neon, was EAT. Vlad breathed a sigh of relief.
No slayer. Not yet, anyway. But that was a month ago. Where have you been? He glanced at Otis and clamped down on his thoughts. His uncle wrinkled his brow before following Vlad up the steps.
Nelly glanced at Vlad. My favorite. As Nelly cleared the table, Vlad turned to Otis. Running and trying to learn some things. Is it because of helping me last year?
The punishment, should they catch me, would be a most painful death. But there are other things. Darker things that I will not speak of. Good things only rarely last.
Instinctively, Vlad looked, too, but he saw nothing. He guessed that Otis was watching for whatever ghosts were haunting his thoughts.
He stood with purpose and crossed the room quickly. After a careful survey of the scene outside the window, he sighed wearily and rested his forehead against the glass. Just snow. You rest. We leave at four in the morning. He offered a nod and made his way slowly up the stairs. With a grunt, he nudged Amenti off his face and sat up. The alarm clock glowed a cool blue 1: Vlad sat up and rubbed his eyes. His stomach rumbled its late-night demands, so he slipped out the door and downstairs for a snack.
What he found gave him pause. Otis was sitting in the wingback chair, looking exhausted and sad.
Nelly stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Otis covered her hand with his and squeezed. Not since. His eyes brimmed with tears. Not since his parents. The scene in front of him changed. Vlad was ten and up hours past his bedtime. His mother had been standing behind his father in his favorite chair.
It was the last time he saw his parents alive. Vlad blinked away more tears. Nelly had draped a blanket over Otis, who, despite his will, was beginning to doze off. His mom and dad were smiling at him, but tonight their smiles seemed forced—almost as if they were trying to hide the pain of missing him.
Vlad hugged his pillow and stared at the photo of his parents and cried until sleep took him over at last. Everyone in the world seemed to be traveling with him and Otis, as each airport had been exceedingly, obnoxiously busy. Otis snorted and turned his head the other way, content to snore in the direction of the angry-looking woman across the aisle. He sighed and nudged Otis once more. This time, Otis rubbed his eyes and sat up. Did you get much sleep? His eyes twinkled, and for a moment, Vlad longed for a time when they could be together for good.
Like a real family—he, Nelly, and Otis. Unfortunately, I have reasons for having kept my distance. I know you have stuff going on. And the letters have helped. Tell me. Much older. He lay back and watched the gray clouds rush by beneath them.
To his surprise, Otis shook him from unexpected sleep. They exited the plane and, after a long wait in the customs line, they wandered through the crowd to the brisk outdoors, where a taxi was waiting. Otis spoke something in Russian and handed the driver a colorful slip of paper with the number on it. The driver held the paper out to him and uttered something that sounded like surprise, but Otis waved him away and placed their bags in the trunk. They stepped out of the cab, and Vlad pulled the collar of his new winter coat up around his neck and drew his hat down around his ears.
He knew Siberia was supposed to be cold, but negative temperatures looked a whole lot warmer on a computer screen. The man grumbled at Otis in Russian. Otis spoke with a friendly tone that turned slightly threatening.
The man paused and glanced at Vlad. He nodded and led them around back, where a sled was waiting. Hitched to the front was a team of nine dogs. Vlad listened to Otis and the man debate something for a few minutes before approaching the largest dog in the front and holding out his gloved hand.
Otis moved closer and scratched the dog behind the ear. Vlad shivered and clenched his teeth. The wind had picked up again. It howled in his ears as he, Otis, and the dogs moved quickly over breathtaking terrain. They passed forests and mountains, gliding over miles and miles of snow.
Vlad stayed huddled under his blanket. Neither he nor Otis spoke. The sky turned black and stars rose high above them. Vlad could no longer feel his toes. After what seemed like ages, Otis brought the dogs to a stop and stepped toward the crest of a hill. Two men were standing there, each covered from head to foot in many layers of fur. The three men conversed, and with a nod, Otis stepped over to Vlad. These men will care for the dogs.
The village is just down this hill, in the valley below. A tall, broad-shouldered man approached from the edge of the forest. He wore a long gray-and-white fur coat and tall, black boots. His wavy brown hair fell past his collar. The man smiled at Vlad, and his ice blue eyes twinkled. Otis stepped forward and embraced the man. His grip was rough, his skin cool.
Tomas is my dearest friend. You forgot humble. Vikas laughed and turned to Vlad. Otis and Vlad exchanged glances and followed. Vikas stepped up to the large wooden door. However, an intri- cate glyph was carved into the wood at its center. Vikas touched it, eliciting a cool glow from the strange symbol.
The door swung open and Vikas stepped inside. Otis followed. Voices rose in greeting. But when Vlad stepped in after his uncle, every eye turned on him, and the room fell shockingly silent. Vikas waved to the others to continue their feast. At one end of the long plank table in the center of the room was a high-back chair. Along the sides were groupings of wooden benches and smaller, semicircular chairs. Vikas took the large seat at the head of the table and directed Vlad and Otis to sit on either side of him.
After they did so, Vikas looked at Vlad. A rotund man at the table was reaching for a chicken leg, and across the table a woman was chewing thoughtfully on some ham.
Vlad nearly retched at the idea of eating meat—especially cooked meat. You were well bred. It was full to the brim with what looked and smelled like blood. He put the cup to his lips and sipped. The liquid was warm and spiced. Herbs came to mind, like ginger or maybe curry.
It means worlds to both of us. I know Tomas would be bursting with gratitude if he were here to see it. Vlad cleared his throat and let his second thought slip out of his mouth. At the same moment, each of the gathered vampires burst into hearty laughter. Vikas followed suit.
Vlad breathed a small sigh of relief. That strange feeling that they were all still watching him lessened. Siberia is one of the great untouched places in the world. He hated it and immediately spit the cooked meat and sauce into his napkin, but at least he tried it. I have missed his company greatly. It had to be said. Stunned faces turned to look at Vlad. One vampire dropped his chicken leg back onto his plate.
Goblets of bloodwine slowly found their way back to the table. Vikas slumped back in his chair, and with terrible, disbelieving pain in his eyes, he looked at Otis.
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