said.
“It’s the journal of a vampire,” Neil said. “My parents told me what I am only last year. They’re hereditary vampires themselves but don’t know very much about the condition. Entire families carry the gene, but for most members, like my parents, it’s recessive.”
“Fascinating,” Chad said, yawning.
Neil’s gaze settled on me, like he was waiting for permission to continue. I nodded, and he did.
“By recessive, I mean that, on death, they won’t return as vampires. They may, however, pass that ability on to their children. With both carrying the gene, my parents were concerned it might increase the chance of their child being a true vampire. They were directed to the Edison Group, who promised that with some genetic modification, they could ensure that didn’t happen. They lied.”
“They made sure it would happen,” I said. “And they made other changes as well.”
“Presumably. My parents left the experiment once they discovered the truth. They did not, however, stay around long enough to learn exactly what was in store for me if . . .” He paused, head tilting. “ When I become a vampire. Once the bounty hunters discovered how little I knew, they gave me this.” He lifted the old book.
“Thoughtful of them.”
A twist of a smile. “They’re trying to scare me. Show me what horrible future is waiting for me while promising that, despite what my parents told me, the Edison Group isn’t really evil. They can help.”
“You don’t seem very scared to me.”
He shrugged. “Knowledge is power. I want to know exactly what’s in store. And, if I’m lucky, there may be something in here that’ll help us. Some ability they aren’t expecting.”
“Well, you go ahead and read that,” Chad said. “In the meantime, I’ll actually try—”
He stopped and stepped toward me.
“There’s a huge sliver sticking out of your shoulder,” Chad said. “Didn’t bleed though. Weird.”
Damn! It must have been left over from the branch. I should have checked better. As I twisted out of Chad’s way, Neil quickly slipped behind me and said, “It’s the angle of entry. It just didn’t hit any veins. Here, I’ll take it out for you.”
I hesitated, then nodded.
“Are we allowed to ask your name?” he asked as he steered me out of Chad’s line of vision and wriggled the sliver free.
“Katiana,” I said. “But everyone calls me Kat.”
“Katiana. Hmm. Russian?”
I said it was. I had no idea and knew he wasn’t really interested in the answer, was just talking to distract Chad, which I appreciated.
“Thanks,” I said, when he pulled it out.
He nodded. He had the sliver cupped in his hand and was tucking it into his pocket. When fingers touched the back of my shoulder again, I spun.
“Hey!” I said.
Chad stepped back, staring at his clean fingertips. “There’s no blood.” He looked up, gaze hardening. “There’s no blood .”
He grabbed my arm so fast I didn’t see it coming. Neil tried to stop him, but Chad wrenched me off balance. His fingers went to the side of my neck. Before I could yank away, he shoved me aside.
“She’s a vampire,” he said, staring at me like I’d just crawled out of a crypt.
“No kidding,” Neil said. “That’s why she’s here.”
“You know what I mean. She’s a real vampire. Turned. Dead .”
“As we’ll be one day,” Neil said. “And if you’re wondering why she didn’t tell us, your reaction answers that.”
“How the hell can you be so calm? She’s a vampire .”
“At the risk of repeating myself, so are you. She’s just a little further along in the process.” He glanced at me. “It didn’t just happen, did it? In the car accident?”
I shook my head. “It was about six months ago. The Edison Group caught up with us. Shot me, apparently figuring they were safe either way. Either I’d be reborn as a vampire and prove their experiment succeeded, or I’d die and they’d have one fewer