“Why did you spare me?” he asked.
She smiled again. “I didn’t feel like killing you,” she replied.
“That’s not really sparing me, is it? That’s just not feeling like it.”
“Not to me.”
She looked away from him, inspecting her bloody fingernails, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. When she looked back at him, her smile was more dazzling than ever, and Jamie felt something flutter through his stomach.
“So you’re not going to let me out?” she asked.
“I can’t let you out, even if I wanted to. I don’t have any authority here.”
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“Even with your famous surname? Oh, well. That’s a shame.”
They eyed each other through the shimmering UV field, and Jamie asked her the first of the two questions he really wanted her to answer. “Why were you trying to kill me?”
Larissa narrowed her eyes. “I wasn’t trying to kill you. If I’d wanted to kill you, you’d be dead.”
“So you weren’t trying to kill Matt either?”
“The boy whose garden you landed in. The one whose throat you pulled out with your fingernails. He’s in a coma upstairs.”
“Good for him. Maybe he’ll pull though.”
“Hopefully. So why did you attack me? What did I ever do?”
“From my master.”
A chill danced up Jamie’s spine, and he remembered the thing in the gray coat that had let itself into the house he had shared with his mother. He remembered the pale madness on its face, the way it had leapt into the air when Frankenstein fired his huge weapon, before it disappeared into the sky like a missile.
“Alexandru,” he said, softly, and Larissa flinched.
“You know his name?” she asked. Her voice had lost a touch of its easy confidence.
“I was told it,” he replied
“By the monster?”
“By Frankenstein, if that’s who you mean. Who is he? Alexandru.”
The smile returned to her face. “They didn’t tell you?” she asked.
“Just his name,” he replied.
“He’s the second oldest vampire in the world,” she said, with obvious relish. “His brothers are the first and third. He’s more powerful than you can imagine.”
“Like how powerful?”
“Like a God. Like that powerful.”
“I don’t believe in God.”
She smiled at him again, and this time Jamie saw the white triangles below her upper lip, and he shivered.
“You should” she said. “You really should.”
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Department Nineteen by Will Hill
April 5th 2011 by Razorbill (Penguin Group)
Young Adult – Paramormal – Sci-Fi
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