Archiwum
- Index
- Giovanni Guareschi [Don Camillo 01] The Little World of Don Camillo (pdf)
- Christine Young [Highland 01] Highland Honor (pdf)
- Angela Verdenius [Heart & Soul 16] Soul of a Guardian (pdf)
- Chalker Jack L W Świecie Studni 5 Zmierzch przy Studni Dusz (pdf)
- Dahlia Rose, Brenda Steele, Regina Paul, Dorian Wallace Mating Season (anth.) (pdf)
- Cooper McKenzie [Menage Amour 161 Club Esotera 03] Minding Mistress (pdf)
- Dena Garson [Emerald Isle Fantasies 03] Ghostly Persuasion [EC Twilight] (pdf)
- 33 1 3 087 Serge Gainsbourg's Histoire de Melody Nelson Darran Anderson (pdf)
- Alan Burt Akers [Dray Prescot 07] Arena of Antares (pdf)
- Charles Webb Absolwent
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your daughter is deeply disturbed, he says, his expression grim.
Ashley s mother sits hunched in a chair beside her, crying, ashamed, scared. Arms
surround Ashley, hugging her tight, but Ashley knows her mother cannot protect her. Not
from this.
The memory shatters into fragments, and she spins forward through the blackness.
She looks down. Her mother lies motionless at her feet, blood pouring from her torn
throat and soaking into the dirt. Ashley screams, Mom! but her mother does not move.
The realization that she is dead crashes down on Ashley like a cold wave, and she falls to
her knees, dizzy. A low chuckle breaks the silence, and she looks up to see a dark shape
looming over her, eyes gleaming red. The rogue s fangs have grown too long to fit in his
mouth, and they stick out in every direction like yellowed ivory knitting needles. His lips
are mangled and bloody, cut up by his own teeth. A thick froth of spittle, tinged pink with
blood, coats his chin.
The rogue reaches out, fingers tipped with broken, blood-crusted nails&
Then an unseen force sucks her downward, out of the memory and into blackness
once again.
* * * *
Ashley opened her eyes. For a moment, she didn t know where she was& then she
took in her surroundings, and a chill penetrated her bones.
She was back in her old dorm room, sitting on the edge of the bed with a tall, skinny
boy sitting next to her: Brian. He smelled warm and clean, and his long, dark hair had
been freshly washed. She ran her fingers through it, leaning toward him& then he kissed
her, and his tongue flicked against her lips. She heard herself moan softly, but she had no
control over her own body or voice. Of course, Ashley thought this was a memory. She
could only watch helplessly from within herself.
His lips brushed her neck, and he must have felt the tension there, for he pulled back.
Dark eyes searched her face. What s wrong, Ash? Warm fingers massaged the back of
her neck, and Ashley s present self watched in horror, locked behind her own eyes. Not
this. Please.
Nothing s& wrong, really, she heard her own voice whisper. It s just& well,
there s something I should probably tell you before we go any further. Deep breath. It s
a little hard to talk about.
He smiled. You can tell me anything. You know that.
No more.
You might think I m crazy.
Try me, he said, his smile widening.
Don t! she screamed at herself, but she couldn t stop this: it had already happened.
I m a vampire, she said.
Brian laughed. Really? Me too! What a coincidence.
I m not joking.
He raised his eyebrows, still smiling. So where are your fangs?
They re retracted now. They come out when I smell blood.
His smile began to fade.
You remember when that beaker broke in chemistry class, and that kid got cut, and
I had to run out of the room? It wasn t because I was squeamish. I was afraid people
would see my fangs.
The smile was gone. Be serious, Ash.
I am serious. I m a vampire. That s why I can t be out in the sun. It s not just a skin
condition.
As he stared at her, his expression slowly shifted from confusion to alarm.
Brian& what s wrong?
He shook his head. There s no such thing. Vampires, werewolves& that stuff is all
fantasy. Just for fun. I mean, you don t think that I really believe in vampires, do you?
Just because I play one in a game? You can t expect me to take this seriously.
I can prove it.
No. His face was white, scared. Stop it, Ash, I mean it.
Look! She grabbed a letter-opener from the desk and made a long cut down her
forearm. Blood welled up and dripped onto the bed-sheets.
Brian sprang to his feet. He stared, jaw hanging, as the cut shrank and vanished,
healing smoothly within a minute. A tiny sound almost a whimper escaped his throat.
He pressed a fist to his mouth and took a step backward.
She wiped away the blood with her fingers. Look. The skin was smooth and
unbroken. Do you believe me now?
He shook his head, his eyes wide and dazed. This isn t real.
It s real. But you can t let anyone know. I m only telling you this because I trust
you, because I know you re not like the others. She felt her fangs growing long and
sharp, a reflex triggered by the smell of blood. Still don t believe me? Look. She bent
her head, removed one of her contact lenses, and looked up. Do you know any human
that has red eyes?
Oh my God, he whispered. He took another step backward. What are you?
I told you. I m a vampire.
You drink people s blood?
No, I get my blood from hospitals. She could hear the hurt creeping into her own
voice. This wasn t the reaction she d expected. I don t hunt people, I swear.
His breathing quickened. You ve been lying to me this whole time. Ever since I met
you.
A band of muscle tightened in her chest, squeezing her lungs, making it difficult to
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