Chapter 45: Troy, Part 3

With lightning precision, Troy struck. His fangs sliced through the pale skin of her neck, just below her jaw. She shrieked and tried to climb into Costus' lap, her arms and legs flailing in the confined space. Troy roughly pulled her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He jerked her head to one side, to give him better access. More blood.

With the blood came the visions.

She was six. Candles burned on a birthday cake. She cried because another girl was mean to her. She told her she was ugly. Poor little ugly girl in her birthday dress. Mother soothed her. Told her she had guests waiting.

The scene changed.

Snow fell and cocoa steamed. Her best friend lay on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. They watched horror movies. The TV flickered. A Hollywood vampire snarled, blood on his face. Artificial, yet somehow more believable than the real ones.

Believable because they weren't in the middle of nowhere New York. Real vampires wouldn't be there. Not really.

Or so she thought.