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This ones for Jacob,
because high school sucks
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Books may be written by writers, but they are perfected by an entire range of people who dont receive the amount of praise they should. Id like to thank my amazing editor, Maureen Sullivan, for working tirelessly to push me into bettering my craft, and for always having insightful ideas and a positive attitude. Thanks to everyone at Dutton, simply for doing everything that they can to make my dream a reality. Special thanks to my incredibly talented cover designer, Christian Funfhausen, for giving me the most kick-butt smiley a vampire author could ever want. And I owe an enormous amount of gratitude to my fabulous agent, Michael Bourret, for always giving me your shoulder, your eyes, your ears, and your brilliance. Without all of you, Im just a hack with a keyboard and a thirst for blood.
Many, many thanks to the most amazing critique partner a girl can haveJackie Kessler, who never fails to amaze me with her skill and is quick with the sympathetic chocolates. Thanks, also, to my sister, Dawn Vanniman, for believing in me and for continuing to love Seth. And, of course, thanks to Paul, Jacob, and AlexandriaI dont know how, but you people managed to stay out of my way long enough for me to write another book, and I love you for it.
Thanks also to the future keepers of the Brewtopian kingdom, to my loyal Minion Horde, to every bookseller and librarian that has introduced Vlad to readers... and to you, the person holding this book, for giving Vlad a chance, and for following him into his high school years.
Vlad and I couldnt do it without you.
HUNTER FOR HIRE
JASIK GRIPPED THE PHOTOGRAPH in his hand and scanned the face of the boy. Except for his pale complexion and clever eyes, no one would suspect the teen was anything other than human. But Jasik knew differently.
This is him, then? He looked up to the man behind the desk, who nodded once.
Vladimir Tod. The mans voice was hoarse and raspy.
Jasik slipped the photo into his shirt pocket and cleared his throat against his fist. I will need provisions, of course.
I will provide whatever you need. The man wore a bitter, pinched expression on his face.
Jasik crossed the room and looked out the window to the city streets outside. It was dark, despite the many streetlights. People moved like ants on the pavement below, avoiding the small pools of light. There was almost no telling which were human and which vampires. Jasik wondered briefly if the sun suddenly rose and bathed them all in light, whether they would scurry away and seek their darkness elsewhere. Might I ask how you came to know of my services?
The man behind the desk coughed into a handkerchief before answering. When he removed the cloth from his lips, it was stained with glistening red. Lets not play games, Jasik. Ive known for many years that your... talents... can be bought. Will you hunt this boy, or not?
Jasik glanced back at the man and smirked. My talents are expensive.
I assure you, there is no price that I am unwilling to pay.
The man behind the desk leaned forward and flipped open his checkbook. After scribbling for a moment, he paused and nodded to Jasik. All you need to do is provide me with the number of zeros.
Jasik faced the desk and glimpsed the check. The ink had not yet dried before he said, Three more and youve got a deal.
THE HUNGER
VLAD SQUEEZED HIS EYES shut tight. He was awake, but he wasnt incredibly happy about it. Weekends, even summer weekends, were meant for sleeping in ... especially when those weekends were spent hanging out super late under the full moon because your vampire genes wont let you go to bed before theyve had their fill of nighttime. Even more so when you only had a matter of days before the joy of summer would be over and the dread of school would begin.
A low, buzzing sound drifted over his face, paused, then moved again toward his right ear. He popped open one eye and glared in disgust at the housefly that was hovering about the room. So thats what had woken him.
The fly fluttered over and landed on the tip of Vlads nose. He swatted it away, and when it took refuge on his pillow, he smacked his hand down to squash it, but missed. Vlad grumbled obscenities under his breath. What did the fly have against sleep, anyway?
Flapping its tiny wings, it buzzed across the room and landed directly on the center of Henrys forehead.
After a moment of hesitation, Vlad crept over to Henrys sleeping bag. He raised his hand slowly, giving the fly one final chance to move. He whispered, Dont think I wont do it.
The fly responded by washing its gross little fly face. If it could have spoken, Vlad was almost positive it would have laughed at him.
Vlad brought his hand down fast and hard. The slapping sound his palm made when it hit Henrys skin echoed throughout his bedroom but was shortly covered by a yelp from Henry, who sat up, clutching his forehead. Dude!
Vlad straightened his shoulders, triumphant in battle. There was a fly.
Henry rubbed his forehead, snarling in disgust. Well, did you at least kill it?
Yeah, I think so.
The fly buzzed past his ear and out the door.
Vlad swore again but was cut off by Henry. I smell bacon.
But it wasnt the smell of bacon that called to Vlad. It was the promise of a steamy mug of O positive and a gooey cinnamon roll, Aunt Nellys specialty. One big plus of living with Nellywho was actually no relation to him at all, but his mothers best friend for years and years before his parents had passed onwas that she could bake cinnamon rolls so sweet and delicious that if she had the determination and funding, she could easily give Cinnabon a run for their money. Just stay away from her meat loaf.
They raced out the door and down the stairs. By the time they reached the kitchen, they were panting and famished. Henry spotted the plate of crisp bacon on the table and grunted. Food.
Vlad opened the freezer and grabbed a bag of blood. He plucked a coffee mug from the cupboard and nudged Henry out of the way as he headed for the microwave. Food.
Aunt Nelly turned from her spot at the stove and chuckled. I take it that means you boys are hungry?
But neither Vlad nor Henry answered with any sound that could be classified as a yes or a no. Henry was too busy chewing on several slices of bacon at once, and Vlad had his head tilted back as he gulped down some warm O positive. It slid down his throat easilyit was always better warmand when his thirst was quenched, he smacked his lips in satisfaction and reached for a cinnamon roll.
Blood and frosting: the vampires answer to coffee and donuts.
Deb mentioned that an entire freezer of blood is about to expire at the hospital. With your appetite lately, Vladimir, Id better sneak out as much of it as I can. Nelly placed more bacon on the platter and sat a plate of eggs in front of Henry. She flashed Vlad a look of disapproval. Youve got blood all over your shirt.
Vlad looked down at the two dime-size red circles on his shirt and smiled sheepishly. Sorry. I was really hungry.
Nellys gaze softened. Just be more careful next time. Contrary to popular belief, laundry doesnt top my list of favorite things to do.
