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To you,
for being who you are
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
It would be easier to thank all of the people who have contributed to my success by writing thanks, everyone, because there have been so many people that have blessed my life that I am positive Ill leave out at least one or two. To those I do forgetmy deepest apologies.
Id like to thank Maureen Sullivan, who is quite possibly the smartest woman on the planet, and whom I am blessed to be edited by. Also, Michael Bourret, who isnt just brilliant, but funny and insightful tooqualities that make him the best literary agent that any author could ever have. To everyone at Duttonyou are amazing people and the magic that you perform stuns me every time I am witness to it.
Jackie Kessleryou are the best friend a gal could have, and Id happily face hellfire with you (besides... you have the map). Dawn VannimanI love you, sis! Kylie McAuliffea most loyal Minion and fangtastic contest winner. And, once again, thanks to Paul, Jacob, and Alexandriayou are my everything. I am absolutely amazed by your support, your dedication, and your unfailing belief in me. Without you, none of this would be possible.
Most importantly, thanks must go to my Minion Horde, of which you have just become a part by picking up this book. Without you, my Minion, I am nothing, and Vlad is but a piece of fiction. In your hands, he becomes real. Thank you, from both of us.
ENTER IGATIUS
IGNATIUS DREW THE CURVED BLADE along the whetstone slowly, the gritty sound filling his ears. It had to be sharp, sharp enough to slice into bone if necessary. He didnt expect to kill the halfling boy, only to damage him, break him, before dragging his nearly lifeless body before the council, as hed been hired to do. But if the boy gave him any trouble at all, Ignatius would take his bloody pleasures slowly, so that the boy felt every bruise, every cut.
He almost hoped the boy would fight back, give him an excuse to torture him. After all, he had it coming. His very existence was an abomination.
Small sparks flew from the blade, and at last, Ignatius pulled metal from stone. He ran his thumb along the steel, splitting his pale skin open. Bloodrich, reddripped from the cut before it healed closed again.
He was hungry. It was always better to hunt when he was hungry. He hadnt eaten in months, in eager anticipation of that insatiable need pushing him through the capture and, perhaps, the kill.
The council had been clear: Bring us Vladimir Tod and your reward will be immeasurable. They never mentioned in what condition to bring him, had only barely stressed that he should be living. Little did they know, Ignatius didnt require payment. Causing the boys sufferingand perhaps even his death, he thought with a pleasant shiverwould be reward enough.
The boy who would be the Pravus. The thought enraged Ignatius further, and he returned his blade to the whetstone, working it slowly, smoothing the edge into a razor.
Soon. Once the final paperwork was signed, his hunt would begin.
And Vladimir Tod would be made to suffer.
AT SUMMERS END
VLAD SQUEEZED HIS EYES TIGHT and listened to the thumping of his heartbeat and the whoosh of his blood as it pumped through his vampire veins. Well, half-vampire veins, anyway. His stomach had been rumbling loudly for the last half hour, and the hunger eased the task of locating his uncle with nothing more than his vampire intuition. Otis hadnt thought that it would. Actually, hed presumed quite the oppositethe same way Vikas had been surprised during their training sessions in Siberia last year when Vlad confessed he found it easier to push into peoples minds when he was hungry. It turned out Vlad was a freak in that regard as well. But maybe that wasnt such a bad thing. After all, the hunger seemed to sharpen his vampire skills.
He tightened his stomach muscles and refrained from pushing into Otiss mind. As his uncle had said, sensing a vampires location wasnt about tapping into his thoughts. It was about reaching out with your blood, your very vampire cells, and feeling the presence of one of your kind, gauging the distance they stood from you.
With a deep breath, Vlad reached out and sensed his uncles presence northwest of where he stood on the front porch of his Aunt Nellys house, the house hed called home for five years. The corners of his lips rose in a half smile as he spoke to Otis with his thoughts. Oh come on! Thats too easy. Go farther away! Youre only a half mile out. Even Henry could detect you at this distance.
Your drudge couldnt detect the Stop & Shop with the aid of a GPS.
Vlad laughed aloud, brushing his black hair out of his eyes and dropping his gaze to his shoes, the smile still firmly fixed to his lips. How am I doing, anyway?
Exceptionally well, Vladimir, but Id wager you dont need me to tell you that. In fact, better than any vampire Ive ever encountered. Most can detect our kind up to roughly six hundred yards. But you... youre clearly gifted in this regardyour father would be proud. Now, clear your mind and try again in five minutes.
He sat on the steps and stared up at the star-speckled sky. A cool breeze brushed his cheek. As of tomorrow, summer would be at its end, and Nelly would no longer have an open mind about his late-night activitieseven those with Otis. He had hoped this evening could last forever, but the first day of school was looming, and with it, something disturbing that hed been pushing out of his mind all summer.
There was no stopping it. Not anymore, anyway. Hed whined, pleaded with, and appealed to his uncle until he was blue in the face. But there would be no further delay. It was inevitable. It was time.
Uncle Otis was leaving.
Worse yet, there was absolutely nothing that Vlad could possibly do to prevent it.
It wasnt just that Otis was going away again that jangled Vlads nerves; it was the fact that hed gotten used to Otiss comforting protection in the past few months. What was Vlad supposed to do if his former friend Joss decided to return to Bathory and unleash his Slayer skills all over again? He didnt think it was mathematically possible to survive another stake through the heart. Surviving it once was bad enough. And it had raised the possibility that he just might possibly be, maybe actually really be, the Pravus. The half-vampire, half-human, ruling-over-vampirekind, enslaving-the-human-race subject of prophecy that Elysia had been watching out for for centuries. Just thinking about it gave Vlad the chills.
And even if he really were the Pravus, he seriously doubted that DAblo would back off for another entire year, especially since the last time Vlad saw the fanged jerk he had all but mimicked Arnold Schwarzeneggers catch-phrase of Ill be back.
Man, sometimes it really sucked being a vampire.
Especially a teen vampire.
Whose vampire uncle was about to pull outta town and leave him to his own defenses.
Vlad stood back up and listened to his heartbeat: slow, strong, amazingly healthy after his encounter with Joss last year. After a moment, he reached out to Otis and felt his presence. Only this time he didnt just feel him standing three blocks away; he could almost see him there, leaning casually with his back against the streetlight across from Mr. Craigs old house. It was as if he were watching the scene through the lens of a large, omniscient camera.
