Tears poured down Vlad’s cheeks, so thickly that he could barely make out those on Meredith’s. But it was the right thing to do, the only thing he could do to protect her.
She croaked out, “You’re lying. Why are you lying to me? Why are you doing this?”
The ever-thirsty monster within him moved closer to Meredith, ready to feed, despite the crowd. With his last ounce of strength, he shoved her away and yelled, “Just get away from me!” before turning and hurrying away through the crowd, leaving Meredith to fall on her knees in tearful anguish.
His heart had completely evaporated, leaving him as nothing more than an empty shell. Broken, he moved past tents and rides and people until he was free of the festival at last. He barely noticed Henry on his knees in front of Melissa, who was laughing in an oddly flirtatious way. He hardly noticed the goth kids waving to him and almost couldn’t remember which direction was home. All he could do was move, get away, hide his horrific self from the human girl he loved… before he killed her, all for the sake of hunger.
As he walked home, he kept to the shadows, hoping no one would notice him. Three blocks from the park, despite Vlad’s wishes, someone did.
A bright flash assaulted his eyes.
As his eyes adjusted once again to the darkness, a person came into view. Eddie’s voice was strong and sure. “Out for a walk, Vlad? Or is it a snack?”
Vlad hesitated, then pushed the demon within him back down and kept walking.
Eddie kept the pace, and was only about two steps behind him. “What’s the hurry? Gotta get back to your coffin before sunrise?”
Eddie chuckled to himself and Vlad tensed, pausing mid-step. “What do you want from me, Eddie?”
“I just wanted to show you a picture of my new friend.” He held out a photograph of a girl with black hair, pale white skin: Snow. “Oh, she doesn’t know it yet, but she and I are about to become the best of friends. And oh, the conversations we’ll have-some, I’m sure, about you.”
Without thinking things through with his rational mind, Vlad grabbed Eddie by the shirt collar and slammed him up against a nearby tree. Eddie yelped, then made an oof sound. Vlad gripped his collar tighter and hissed into his ear. “Listen to me, because I’m not going to say this again. If you don’t stay away from me, you’re going to get hurt. I’m going to hurt you, Eddie, and I will take guilt-free pleasure in your pain. You got me? Now back off!”
He let go, and Eddie slid down the trunk, trembling. Vlad turned and walked away before the hunger raging within him ended Eddie’s young life.
Vlad moved through the gate and into his house, slamming the door behind him. His secret was out. He had no way of stopping Eddie. He had no way of leading a happy, normal life without becoming a danger to those he loved. And he couldn’t even ask for help from Otis, all because of his stupid pride. He ran his hands through his hair and released a shuddering sigh.
As he moved toward the stairs, the sound of television drew his attention. Otis and Nelly were cuddled up together on the couch as a movie played on television. Nelly had fallen fast asleep, and Otis was on his way. Otis offered Vlad a concerned look. “You’re back early.”
Vlad watched Nelly snoozing quietly against Otis’s chest, then turned his eyes to his uncle. “How do you do it, Otis?”
Otis pushed the power button on the remote, silencing the television. “What do you mean?”
Vlad licked his lips. “How do you get close to her without wanting to feed?”
A long silence went by. Then Otis whispered, “It’s not easy, but I manage.”
“And if you couldn’t control your… urges?”
“I’d keep my distance.” Otis paused, a look of concern on his face. “Is everything all right, Vladimir?”
Vlad’s heart sank. He took a deep, shaking breath. “It will be.”
He started up the stairs and sighed, his heart heavy, his chest tight. “I don’t know how… but it will be.”
28 AN OVERDUE APOLOGY
VLAD TRIED HARD TO STOP PACING, but he was having little luck with his efforts. A breeze blew through the alley, brushing his hair from his face and cooling his skin. The temperatures had risen to full-blown summer heat in the past week, and this evening was no different. Vlad blamed the heat wave for the beads of sweat on his forehead, but knew that he was kidding himself. It was his nerves, plain and simple.
The back door of The Crypt swung open, and, for a brief moment, music blared into the alley. Something raw. Something dark. Snow stepped out and the door closed, muting the sounds once again. Vlad caught her glance and cleared his throat, but didn’t speak.
She approached, gliding dreamily toward him, her steps not cautious in the least. Vlad wondered for a moment if she remembered the night he took her blood, or if it was all just a blur. Still, he had a burning need to apologize, even if she didn’t understand. “Thank you for meeting me. I need to apologize to you, Snow. I did something that I’m not proud of, and I can’t go into details, but-”
“You mean when you fed on me?” Her head was tilted slightly in a curious fashion, her well-plucked brows raised.
Now it was Vlad who didn’t understand. “You… you remember that?”
Snow nodded, and her burgundy lips spread into a grin. “Remember it? I’ll never forget it. It was great! I mean, at first I was confused. But ever since the fog lifted, it’s all I can think about.”
A brief flash of Eddie’s face invaded Vlad’s thoughts, and he frowned. “You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”
Snow looked mildly insulted. She shook her head, her bangs draping across her eyes like a curtain for a moment. “I would never tell anyone about that night. That is just between you and me.”
Vlad stayed quiet for a long time, uncertain what to say or do. After all, technically the girl standing before him was his drudge. Had she not recalled their previous encounter, it wouldn’t really matter, but here she was, fully aware. He had no idea what to do with her, other than the obvious. “Don’t tell anyone about me. And if a boy named Eddie Poe tries to talk to you, ignore him.”
Snow nodded eagerly. “Is there anything else?”
Vlad wet his lips, hesitant. “You should know that you’re my drudge now. It’s… well, pretty much a vampire’s human slave. You won’t be able to resist any direct orders.”
She seemed to mull this over for a minute, then nodded, seemingly satisfied with her predicament. “I’m cool with that. Are you… hungry?”
Vlad shook his head curtly. “Let’s get something straight. I don’t feed off humans.”