they both came to the same dismal conclusion.
There was no way out.
Snod slumped against the closest wall, sliding down to the floor. He was furious. He pounded his fist
beneath him, snarling loudly.
“You don’t have a phone?” the vampire asked.
“Dead,” he replied shortly. “You?”
“Dropped it,” the vampire sighed, sitting down on the floor opposite him. “Was sort of trying to get
away from this crazy guy trying to kill me.”
Snod glared.
“Eeesssh, tough crowd.” The vampire winced.
“I’m not stupid,” Snod snapped.
“I never said you were?” The vampire blinked owlishly.
“You’re waiting for me to fall asleep, to pass out,” Snod accused venomously, “and then you’ll feed
on me.”
The vampire held up his hands with a frustrated sigh. “If I wanted to kill you, why did I save you?”
“Maybeyou’restupid,” Snod challenged. It sounded foolish as soon as he said it, but he didn’t know
what else to say. He stared defiantly at the vampire, refusing to back down.
“Mmm, I’m loving that razor-sharp wit,” the vampire said with a long roll of his eyes. “It’s just
great.”
Snod glared again, and the vampire fell silent for a while. He never took his eyes off of him, ever
vigilant, refusing to let his guard down.
It was easy to spot a vampire once one knew what to look for. Trained since he was a child, Snod
could pick one out of a crowded room in seconds. They were too graceful when they moved, too still
when they didn’t. And they were always very beautiful.
Snod didn’t know if that was the result of the curse or if vampires were particularly shallow when
they chose their potential progeny.
This vampire was no exception. He was tall and muscular with bright green eyes and sinfully long
legs. Snod tried not to let his gaze linger, staring up at the ceiling and drawing shapes in his mind by
connecting lines between the rivets. He had never taken the time to reallylookat a vampire before,
and there was something about this one that made his heart beat a little faster.
