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Chapter 5
I f I’d had a heartbeat, it would have skidded to a stop.
He was standing in the doorway of a classroom, his hands clasped behind his back. The moonlight dappled the floor behind him, hiding his face in shadow. All I could see was his long, lean outline.
I was pretty sure he was staring at me.
A long moment passed. He didn’t move. I didn’t move. Oh, I thought about moving. I thought about leaping right out that broken window. I figured the fall wouldn’t hurt me too badly, and then I could run all the way home.
But he probably had seen my face already, so it would be a bad idea to do anything vampire-y right now—like, say, survive a three-story fall.
Anyway, I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to. I was way too freaking scared. He just stood there. He had this eerie stillness about him that I’d never seen before. I couldn’t even hear him breathing or fidgeting or anything. The hallway was completely silent. Just me and a sinister figure in the dark.
Kira, you’re a vampire, I told myself. He should be scared of you. What’s he going to do to you? Is it worse than being locked in a coffin and fed through a feeding tube for a hundred years?
But the other half of my brain was merrily reminding me that criminals often return to the scene of the crime, while gory pictures of Tex’s bleeding corpse flashed across my mental movie screen. Tex, who had been killed by a vampire .
My mind started racing again. Do vampires kill other vampires? How would he do it? IS HE HIDING A STAKE BEHIND HIS BACK?
When he finally did move, I nearly leaped out of my skin. All he did was take a tiny step forward, but it startled me enough that I jumped backward, crashed into the lockers behind me, slipped on the floor, and fell over.
So much for the preternatural grace of vampires. I’d love to know when that’s finally going to kick in.
And then, all at once, he was right beside me.
“I’m sorry,” he said, kneeling next to me as I sat up. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Really?” I said. “You’re just naturally that terrifying?”
Now that he was out in the hall, I could see his face, but that didn’t help because I’d never seen him before. He looked like he was my age, with coffee-colored skin and close-cropped, curly black hair and a dancer’s body, which I mention only because his shirt was open and I could see his abs above his jeans, and these were definitely abs worth mentioning.
I found myself thinking, Wow, I hope he’s a vampire! I mean, not that I knew anything about vampire-vampire dating, but it had to be less complicated than dating a human, right? Unless he was the killer vampire. Hot or not, I don’t date murderers.
“You startled me,” he said, with a hint of a smile. His voice matched his scent, sort of moody and layered, like he would have fit in perfectlyas a saxophone player in an underground 1920s jazz club.
“Uh, no,” I said. “ You startled me .”
“I did,” he said. “I apologize.” The unspoken question hung in the air between us. What the hell are you doing here? I would have asked, but I was trying to come up with a good answer myself. Plus I was a little distracted by how perfectly shaped his eyes were. If Michelangelo and Rembrandt and the top casting directors in Hollywood all got together to design the perfect face, they’d probably start with this guy’s eyes. It was kind of impossible not to gaze dreamily into them.
“I’m Daniel,” he said.
“I’m Kira,” I said, although in my daze I nearly slipped and told him my real name, from back when I was a human. “Do you go to school here?”
And then he took my hands in his and helped me to my feet.
Wait, let me go over that one more time.
His long, elegant hands slid over mine, gripped my fingers gently, and lifted me up in such a smooth motion that I was standing beforeI’d
Chapter 5
I f I’d had a heartbeat, it would have skidded to a stop.
He was standing in the doorway of a classroom, his hands clasped behind his back. The moonlight dappled the floor behind him, hiding his face in shadow. All I could see was his long, lean outline.
I was pretty sure he was staring at me.
A long moment passed. He didn’t move. I didn’t move. Oh, I thought about moving. I thought about leaping right out that broken window. I figured the fall wouldn’t hurt me too badly, and then I could run all the way home.
But he probably had seen my face already, so it would be a bad idea to do anything vampire-y right now—like, say, survive a three-story fall.
Anyway, I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to. I was way too freaking scared. He just stood there. He had this eerie stillness about him that I’d never seen before. I couldn’t even hear him breathing or fidgeting or anything. The hallway was completely silent. Just me and a sinister figure in the dark.
Kira, you’re a vampire, I told myself. He should be scared of you. What’s he going to do to you? Is it worse than being locked in a coffin and fed through a feeding tube for a hundred years?
But the other half of my brain was merrily reminding me that criminals often return to the scene of the crime, while gory pictures of Tex’s bleeding corpse flashed across my mental movie screen. Tex, who had been killed by a vampire .
My mind started racing again. Do vampires kill other vampires? How would he do it? IS HE HIDING A STAKE BEHIND HIS BACK?
When he finally did move, I nearly leaped out of my skin. All he did was take a tiny step forward, but it startled me enough that I jumped backward, crashed into the lockers behind me, slipped on the floor, and fell over.
So much for the preternatural grace of vampires. I’d love to know when that’s finally going to kick in.
And then, all at once, he was right beside me.
“I’m sorry,” he said, kneeling next to me as I sat up. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Really?” I said. “You’re just naturally that terrifying?”
Now that he was out in the hall, I could see his face, but that didn’t help because I’d never seen him before. He looked like he was my age, with coffee-colored skin and close-cropped, curly black hair and a dancer’s body, which I mention only because his shirt was open and I could see his abs above his jeans, and these were definitely abs worth mentioning.
I found myself thinking, Wow, I hope he’s a vampire! I mean, not that I knew anything about vampire-vampire dating, but it had to be less complicated than dating a human, right? Unless he was the killer vampire. Hot or not, I don’t date murderers.
“You startled me,” he said, with a hint of a smile. His voice matched his scent, sort of moody and layered, like he would have fit in perfectlyas a saxophone player in an underground 1920s jazz club.
“Uh, no,” I said. “ You startled me .”
“I did,” he said. “I apologize.” The unspoken question hung in the air between us. What the hell are you doing here? I would have asked, but I was trying to come up with a good answer myself. Plus I was a little distracted by how perfectly shaped his eyes were. If Michelangelo and Rembrandt and the top casting directors in Hollywood all got together to design the perfect face, they’d probably start with this guy’s eyes. It was kind of impossible not to gaze dreamily into them.
“I’m Daniel,” he said.
“I’m Kira,” I said, although in my daze I nearly slipped and told him my real name, from back when I was a human. “Do you go to school here?”
And then he took my hands in his and helped me to my feet.
Wait, let me go over that one more time.
His long, elegant hands slid over mine, gripped my fingers gently, and lifted me up in such a smooth motion that I was standing beforeI’d
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