"SHE'S GONE!" Andy shouted up the stairs to me after what felt like forever, but must only have been an hour or two.
Thank god! There's only so many times you can re-read the same book at one time, and by that point I could practically recite Moby Dick.
I slowly walked downstairs, making sure to be extra loud so Patrick knew just how pissed off I was. When I got downstairs they were all sat around the kitchen table, and even Anna had gone home, that's how I knew something was wrong.
"What's up?" I said as casually I could, but the truth is I was extremely tense.
"Kloey says that pretty soon you're gonna start deteriorating." Andy said, tightly.
"Huh?" I said confused. Of all he directions that I thought that conversation was going to go, my untimely death was not one of them. What did she mean deteriorate? Deterioirate how? Was it all just some joke I wasn't in on because I was banished to my room?
"She says that all vampires have a Versus. Someone that could bring them back from the dead if they only drink their blood..." Joe began.
"I'm asuming theirs a catch." I interrupted, tiredly. One thing I'd discovered since I'd been turned was that there was rarely a time when there wasn't a catch, and the catch usually made everything a thousand times worse.
"Both the vampire and the versus have to be together. They'll both be human but immortal, and they'll have to do it regularly." Andy explained, blushing a little.
"That it?" I asked knowing full well that it wasn't. Having to have sex with someone a lot is no real catch, if anything it's a pro! So I knew that of course there was more to this whole 'Versus' thing.
"Uh, no. If one of you dies, then the other will live. Forever. Like, the will be totally immortal. Nothing will be able to kill them. They have to live knowing that the only person they can ever love is dead. And if they do love again, then that person dies to. It's really very morbid!" Joe said. Though what he was saying was serious and awful, his tone was light and chatty.
"Great!" I said sarcastically, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms.
Sat across from me was Patrick, who had said nothing since I'd gotten there. He had just sat there looking sullen and pissed off. He was staring at the table like it had jus insulted his mother, and his fists were clanched. He looked thoroughly angry.
This, in a way, made me angry. He wasn't the one who had to figure out who his 'Versus' was, convince them to let him suck their blood, then sleep with him for the rest of their lives so that neither dies. If anyone had any right to be angry it was me!
"What's your problem?" I ask venemously.
He looked up at me, fury in his eyes. "What, my best friend is gonna die because he doesn't know who his vicious or whatever is, and I'm not allowed to be upset?" He spat at me.
"Didn't think you even cared." I said cruelly before rushing to my room and slamming my door extra hard.
I knew exactly who my Versus was, and I could think of five reasons why it could not happen!
