CHAPTER 9
I was at home, lying in my bed. I couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't fathom the even idea of sleep. Rory wasn't there. He had rushed me home, and told me that he wouldn't be able to stay with me tonight. I wish he was here though. I couldn't sleep without him. But I didn't want to. I was worried that I would have another dream. Nightmare, I corrected myself. I was afraid that I would have another nightmare and that it would come true. I don't think it had sunk in yet. That I would never see Kirsten again. That she was gone, forever.
Rory had ushered me home so fast. When I was there I had immediately turned on the television. It took a while but soon enough there had been a breaking new report, saying that they had found the blood. They said that they were going to do a DNA test to find out who it was. They had also said that there had been too much blood for whoever it belonged to still be alive. I had turned it off then and went to lie in bed. I had just needed to know that people knew that something would be done.
I hated that my best friend was gone. That she was taken. She had probably still believed that I was a backstabbing bitch. I hated myself for the last things I had said to her. She would never know the truth.
The last time I had checked the clock it was around two. The strange thing was that I didn't cry. I just couldn't get the tears to come no matter how sad I was. I wondered how the other students were going to take this. Two deaths in one semester. The last death before this at our school had been about eleven years ago, when some kid had committed suicide by drowning himself in the pool.
Some kid. I hated the way it sounded. I didn't want Kirsten or Jonathon to ever be called some kid. I wanted them to be remembered. So what was the name of the kid who drowned himself?
Augusten, James, Phil, Fred, jack, cor—I had drifted into fitful, but dreamless sleep.
I woke up to my blaring alarm clock to wake me to go to my fathers. I rolled over and heard the crumple of paper under me. I sat up, slightly confused. And picked up the pare that was now somewhat crumpled.
Cassie,
I came last night but I had to leave again. I had tried to stay out of your mind as to ward off more dreams. When you get done showering I will be here, I figure that by that time you will have found a solution to your problem.
-Rory
My problem, what problem? I hit the alarm off button and took the note with me to the bathroom along with some clothing. Once in the bathroom I started the water and took off my clothes. I found my problem, and fixed it. I got in the shower and washed my body and hair. I couldn't help but laugh at myself, I was so embarrassed. It wasn't fair; he would always know when I was on my period. At least we would never have to have the talk about when I was though.
I got out of the shower, dried off, put my clothes on, and blow dried my hair. I walked to my room. Rory stood in all of his glory in the middle of the room. I forced myself to smile, it didn't feel right though. He walked to me and hugged me tight. I gripped him so tight I would have broken a normal person's spine. I looked up to his face. He bent down and lightly kissed my forehead.
"What happened to" I swallowed the mucus that was building up from fear. "Kirsten?"
"Let's talk about it later okay?"
I reluctantly agreed. I needed to get going.
"Rory, will you come by tonight?" I asked hopefully, I didn't need the lines under my eyes getting any darker. They were almost about the same as Rory's.
"Of course." He said smiling. "I'll need the address though." He reminded me. I got out a piece of paper and scrawled the address on it.
"Would you like to meet my father?" I asked implications heavy.
He replied as though he was very obtuse "but Cassie, I've already met your father."
I scowled, then smiled then smiled and put on my best mock voice. "But Rory I meant as me boyfriend" I said over-enunciating the words.
"Maybe we should save that for a few days, I want you and your father to have a good time with each other, a nice bonding experience." He replied
There was a honk outside and I knew that the cab my mother had called last night was here.
"I love you, Rory haven" I whispered when I was at the door, though he had stayed in my room so he wouldn't be caught. I knew he could hear me. I picked up my bag and lugged it down to the cab. Once inside I told the driver the address and we sped off, though not anywhere near as fast as Rory's driving which I had gotten quite used to.
The ride was uneventful…it was a taxi. Unless you count the atrocious smell and the bad oldies music.
The car pulled up in front of my dads' house. I didn't really understand why he owned a house; he wasn't there all that often. I paid the driver and proceeded to gee my bag out. Why had I packed so much? I gave the bag one hard yank to dislodge it from being stuck in between the foot space. I came out and the inertia of my movement caused me to stumble backwards, but I was caught and steadied. I turned around and dropped my bag before flinging my arms around my dad. He hugged me tightly, grabbed my bag, and led me towards the front door. We walked into the living room and sat on the couch. He started to talk. Telling me about recent things that had been found and some of his colleagues. I tried to listen but it was pretty boring so I sat and tried to look fascinated.
My dad looked no older that 36 even though he was 42. People told us that I was the female replica of him from when he was my age. We both had pale skin, blue eyes, brown hair. Occasionally we would get that we even acted the same, but neither of us liked that; it was like getting told that your being a smart-ass (which we both sort of were). My father as built well, probably from telling people they weren't digging the holes properly and giving an example. He was handsome and I was surprised that he hadn't remarried.
"Hey Cass?" he asked.
"Yeah dad?"
"sorry, but I have some work to do this week, would it be alright if you came back next week?" he wouldn't meet my eyes, but I guess it was just because he was ashamed that he had to work. But I understood.
"Of course." I said giving him my most encouraging smile.
"Great Cass, do you want me to give you a ride home?"
"Nah, I'll get a ride." I said planning on calling Rory. "So, should I be here at the same time next Saturday?"
"Yes, that sounds good." He said handing me a phone. I smiled and carried it to my room to make the call. I closed the door and sat on the bed. The phone rang less than once before he picked up.
"Cassie, are you all right?" his heavenly voice made my heart flutter. I sighed.
"No Rory, I just need you to pick me up. My dad and I are going to meet next week."
"Oh, alright." He said, it sounded as if he was talking to someone next to him and I couldn't make out the words. "Okay Cassie, I'll be there in about five or ten minutes."
"'kay"
"Is it alright if we sit with my family, we all need to talk."
I felt my stomach drop and that clammy feeling o the back of my neck when you can tell something bad is happening.
"Umm…yea" I stuttered.
"Okay, I love you."
"I love you too." I said. If someone heard us they would think that we overused the word, but I really did love him and I wanted him to believe me and for some reason I didn't think that he understood.
He hung up and I did too. I walked back into the living room where my dad was watching some football game. I didn't understand football at all, but he was laughing. I assumed it was just a bad play. I flopped on the couch.
My dad stopped laughing and exhaled a deep breath. He smelled good; I wondered what type of cologne he was using. He put one arm around my shoulder in a paternal gesture and squeezed my arm.
"Eek" I said at how hard he had squeezed though I doubt he had meant to.
He chuckled a deep voiced smooth laugh. "Oh Cass, what are we going to do with you; your fragile and clumsy, not a good match." He sighed again as I blushed at him pointing out my flaws. "You are growing up so fast."
My cell phone rang. I got it out of my pocket. I had forgotten it was in there. I flipped it open.
"Hey Cassie, I'm outside." The light of my life said.
"Oh, I'll be there in a sec." I said closing the phone and looking at my dad. He still wouldn't meet my eyes and it was bothering me. I hugged him as hard as I could and gave him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing my bag and heading out the door eager to be in the company of Rory.
He sat in his car. I got in and the feeling of unease washed over me. I looked at his face. It was grave with a forced smile.
"Don't smile if you don't want to." I told him. It immediately dropped. "What is it?"
"We found out what happened to Kirsten."
I exhaled and it made a sort of whooshing sound. Over the car ride to Rory's house I somehow broke into a cold sweat. He stopped the car and before I could unbuckle my seat he had the door open for me and his hand held out to me. I shooed it away, I was distraught not helpless. I stepped out and my knees instantly gave way, but Rory caught me under my arms.
He wrapped one arm around my waist and I rested my head against him. We walked up the steps to his door and walked in. instead of sitting in the living room he lead me to the dining room (which I had no idea why they had). I sat in a chair around the table with the rest of his family.
"Cassie sweetie, we know what happened to Kirsten and we thought that you would like to know." Melanie said.
Some people were looking down others staring at me intently. I was feeling numb already. I wanted someone to tell me instead of just looking at me worried like I was a child.
"What?" I asked on the verge of rudely.
Rory looked at me. I wanted him to tell me, I was willing him in my mind to tell me. Hoping that my subconscious in my mind was screaming it at him. He did, he told me.
"Cassie, last night at the carnival I knew something was happening because I could hear them. Kirsten and…someone. At first he was walking her into the woods innocently but then she got suspicious. She started questioning him. Then she tried to run, but he was faster. He swooped down and…and he bit her Cassie. He was one of our types, a vampire. You heard her scream in pain of it. He was drinking her blood. Once the vampire realized that people were going to come looking, he poured out the rest of her blood that he hadn't drank to make it look like an animal attack. That is probably what the media will say it is."
"So where is she?" I asked dejectedly.
"We believe that the vampire took her somewhere and burned her body so she wouldn't be found, that's what some do."
"Oh." I said. I had unattached myself from the subject so I could handle it logically as if I were merely talking about someone's assassination in history class. "Well, that's too bad."
"Cassie, it's all right to be sad, you can cry." Rory said slightly disgusted by my emotionless answers. But I didn't care if he didn't like it. This was a lot to deal with but I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to show weakness. I was strong. I had always been strong and confident… most of the time. But I needed to be strong now. And why should I cry she didn't even like me.
"I don't need to cry." My eyes felt as dry as the Sahara . "So what do we do now?" I asked.
Damien answered this time. "You in particular will not do anything. We don't know what we should do. For all we know we the vampire could have moved on."
"Fine" I said. I needed no more on this subject. Rory pushed himself away from the table. The other family members followed suit, dispersing to other rooms. Jill came to me and took my arm pulling me towards her room.
Rory didn't object, which slightly bothered me but what was I supposed to do?
She sat me on the bed and sat herself opposite.
"Cry." She told me.
"What? No."
"Cry." She commanded.
"No! I don't have to and you can't make me."
"I can't make you but you so need to."
"How would you know?" I spat.
"Because it is just natural." She said keeping her tone completely civil.
"Well then I'm not natural."
"Why won't you cry?"
I didn't know why I confessed myself but I did. I told her about how it would make me feel weak and how I didn't want to care because she hadn't cared about me. I told her how strange it was how I would never see her again. And that was when I completely broke down. And I told her everything, not just about Kirsten. I told her about what my mother had said. And how I missed Jonathon. I clued her in on some of the best times and worst times of my childhood. How I wished my dad was around more. How I never wanted to sleep in fear of nightmares. I told her how Rory had confessed to still caring about Kirsten even though he claimed that it was just in a friendly way. And how I didn't think that Rory believed that I loved him. I cried, and cried, and it felt good.
"Cassie," said Rory from the doorway. My head snapped to look at him and I knew that he had heard it all. Jill reached out and rubbed my arm. I smiled at her then clumsily ran to Rory. Into his arms.
He scooped me up and held me cradled to his chest. He walked to his room and sat on the bed with me still in his arms.
"Shh" he sounded.
I looked up into his gorgeous glowing eyes; green and vibrant.
"I could never love anyone more than you." He told me in reassurance to him saying that he still cared about Kirsten. "And the reason that I don't always believe that you love me is because I don't understand how you could. When my type can be such horrible people. We're not even people we're monsters." He stopped for a moment, but I wanted to hear his voice. His smooth honey and cashmere voice. "And your dreams, they are amazing. And they aren't always nightmares are they? I won't be there at night this week so any dreams that you have should be purely from your imagination." My tears had stopped flowing and I was breathing better now. I gave a small smile and snuggled my head against his chest.
The weekend flowed by in blissful agony.
Monday at school there was a memorial in front of her locker. I didn't remember that happening for Jonathon. Of course Kirsten was the all American girl cheerleader popular type. So more people knew her. There were pictures and stuffed animals. The crowd around it made it hard to get to my locker.
I turned the dial on my locker and opened it to see my favorite picture of Kirsten and I posted inside. I hadn't bothered to take it down. I got my books out and slammed my locker shut.
In first period there was an announcement about her blood being found and her likely death. Most of the school already knew though.
My lab partner turned to me.
"Didn't you two used to be like best friends?" he asked.
"Yes" I answered quietly.
"So like what happened?"
"I don't know." I said softly hoping he would shut up.
"What do you mean you don't know? You have to you were best friends."
"I don't know." I repeated.
"Sounds like you were a great friend. Aren't you dating her ex-boyfriend now?"
I didn't answer. He continued to pester me the entire class. When I was walking out he followed me.
"Jeez, you were a horrible friend." he said. I didn't need to hear this I already knew. Out of no where Triston stepped up.
"Hey kid back off." He said. Triston was like my personal angel then. I didn't blame the kid for running, Triston was pretty intimidating.
There was only 2 other kids the entire week that did that, Triston was somehow magically there to scare them both off. I loved how he was such a big brother to me. In drama we were learning about set design, it was pretty boring but the reason was because the teacher was stressed. This Friday was the opening of our school's fall play. I had volunteered to usher. I was to wear all black. My job was to rip tickets. But I got extra credit, so it was worth it. Rory drove me there and told me he would be back later with his family.
I showed up with the other ushers an hour before everything started.
"Cassie!" Mrs. Pembry said as if I had ruined the whole performance even though it hadn't started yet. "Cassie, your jacket is white, I said wear all black"
"I'm sorry. I can take it off." I said. Her brows knit together.
"No, no you can't it is freezing and your parents will kill me if I let you catch a cold. Do you have any jacket that is darker colored?" I thought for I moment. I remembered leaving one in my locker about a week ago but I wasn't sure if it was still there.
"I might." I said "it would be in my locker."
"Well then, run along go get It." she said.
I hurried off down the (for once) vacant halls. I could see from one end to the other. I spotted where my locker was easily due to the tribute to Kirsten in front of our lockers. I slowed my pace. Once I was in front of my locker instead of opening it and getting out my jacket I observed the small tribute. There were flowers (that surely wouldn't last the weekend), pictures, letters, I noticed her favorite shirt. Behind all of it, taped to her locker was a sign that read 'we love you and miss you Kirsten' with a whole bunch of signatures. I moved slowly back to my locker and un-did it. I stared at the picture of us. I grabbed the sweater but didn't close the locker. Mrs. Pembry could wait. I untapped the picture of us and re-taped it next to the sign on Kirsten's locker. I took out a pen and carefully added my name to the paper to somehow tell Kirsten that we loved her. For once I wished that there was a heaven so she could see it, see how much everyone did miss her. How much everyone did really love her. How much I loved her and missed her.
I sat, my back leaning against the locker opposite the display, I was holding one of the stuffed teddy bears out in front of me. Its paw dangled from my thumb and forefinger as if it were some article of dirty clothing.
I hated how most of these things were from people who didn't even really know her.
"Cassie?" my heart lifted at Rory's honey smooth, warm, comforting voice. I turned to him, wondering why he was here but never-the-less glad he was. An angelic smile graced his perfect lips. "Mrs. Pembry sent me to come and find you."
I got to my feet using the lockers for support. I let out a large sigh, "of course she did." I said, with a hint of humor. Rory held out his hand to me. I took it and he picked me up. We stood there momentarily.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.
"I think it just bothers me. Everyone thought they knew her, that the two of them were best friends. Nobody really knew or really was." I crossed my arms. "But yes I'll be fine." He put me down and wrapped his own arm around my waist. But instead of me leaning into him I leant away. He was always taking care of me, treating me like I was a little child who could be broken by something as trite as emotions.
We were approaching the theater and through the dark I could see Mrs. Pembry running towards us.
"Goodness Cassie, where were you, the doors are going to open in ten minutes and we didn't have a ticket taker."
"I'm sorry" I said quietly.
"Yes, yes, well get inside. I see you have got your jacket. Mr. Haven you may return to the line, thank you for finding her." I walked back into the theater passing everyone in line who groaned when I entered but left them out side. "Okay Cassie, to every person who comes in you will check their ticket and rip off this half." She said pointing at the perforation that led to a smaller half. I was tuning out as she kept rambling. By adding a few alright's and okay's she didn't notice that I wasn't paying attention.
I was staring through the glass doors at everyone in line. All of them were the same and yet different. I wondered how many of them had come in contact with a vampire and not even known. Most of them had, obviously those who went to our school had.
A small group of nearly perfect beings caught my eye. All of them were deathly pale, green eyes, dark lines under the eyes. There were six of them. Three women and three men. There were two who looked like the parents possibly, one male and one female. There was one rather large male whose are was wrapped tightly around a small twig of a girl with orange hair. There was another girl, she had flaxen blond locks. The last had glowing green eyes, a good physique, slightly past his ears messy dirty blond hair. He was staring at me. Rory was staring at me. I gave him a smile and he turned back to the rest of his family.
"What are you going to say to the people Cassie, repeat it to me?" Mrs. Pembry said bringing me back to attention.
"Thank you I hope you enjoy the show?" I said, she looked at me expecting more.
"And please no food or drink in the theater." She said.
"Right, okay I've got it." I gave her a reassuring smile and she quickly pushed open the door. The hordes of people came in as to escape the chill of the air. I repeated my line until I was pretty sure my mouth was numb.
"Are you allowed to come in and watch the show when you're done checking tickets?" Jill asked me.
I looked up startled, I had checked her ticket a while ago. Now I was just waiting to see if any stragglers showed up.
"Yes, I just have to get up at intermission to get the doors and right before it ends also." I said.
"Great, you can come and sit with the rest of us. We kind of already saved a seat." That was when Mrs. Pembry came out.
"Oh hello," she said greeting Jill. "You should hurry on inside we're closing the doors now." I took that as my signal to remove the door stop. We hurried inside and Jill led me to the seats. I sat at the end of the row next to Rory. The lights went down and the play started. I got up reluctantly right before intermission and as soon as the lights came back on I swung open the door. The viewers filed out eager to get into the chill of the night air that they had earlier fled from. When intermission was over, everyone sat back down. The rest of the play went well. Afterwards there was a cast party and I was invited but I didn't really have the energy to go. But I didn't pass up on the piece of cake that they handed me.
I walked with Jill to the cars where the rest of the family was. They had brought the prius and the nice dark car that I guessed belonged to Damien. I was ushered into the prius. It was nice. The ride was smooth. I found that it belonged to Jill and Triston. All of us 'kids' had piled in the prius while Melanie and Damien had taken the other car. We were in front of my house but still sitting in the car, everyone talking.
"Have you guys always lived here?" I asked.
"Nah, we can't live in one place for too long or people get suspicious of us. But hey, you would too if you lived next to fifty year olds who looked like they were sixteen." Triston said.
"Yeah, we lived in London once, I absolutely loved I there!" Elyse gushed. I think that she had been warming up to me lately due to the fact about how much I knew. Maybe she realized that since I knew this much I shouldn't really just leave.
"Eww, Elyse, I hated London . I liked it better in Iowa ." Jill said. I looked at her like she was crazy. Eww , Iowa .
"I think my favorite place will be here." Rory said.
I looked at him raising an eyebrow, which was hard due to my lids practically being closed. "And why would that be?" I asked, pretty sure I already knew the answer.
He looked away as if unattaching himself from the subject, then "it has the best shopping." He answered casually. Everyone in the car laughed at his stupid joke and I put on a face of mock hurt. "Oh don't worry Cassie, you're a close second." I smiled and started to open the door. I got out but before I did Rory told me he would be there soon.
I stumbled up the path to the door and let myself in.
"How was the play?" my mom asked as I walked into the living room to see why the television was on.
"It was good; I'm going to go to bed. I'm really exhausted." I said slouching down my hallway. I opened the door but Rory wasn't there so I fished through my still packed bag from last week for my sweats not bothering to change my shirt. I set my alarm then laid in bed, forcing myself to keep my eyes open, as to wait for Rory. He hadn't spent the night all week due to my "problem", but now that it was fixed he could. Luckily I didn't have to wait long. He appeared next to me in my bed.
"Do you have your alarm set for tomorrow?" he asked, I nodded silently.
"Is your bag packed?" I nodded again.
"Is your ride ready for tomorrow?"
"Damn it" I said finally speaking. I groaned lightly out of frustration.
"It's alright Cassie, I'll drive you." He said.
"Thanks" I said finally dozing off.
For the first time I wasn't in my dream. It was like I was watching some sort of movie. I couldn't make any noise. I couldn't see myself when I held my hand in front of my face. It was strange. I moved my gaze to the scene unfolding in front of me. There was a man walking down a cobblestone street at night. I couldn't tell who it was because they had their back to me.
Down the street was an alleyway and beyond that was a large stone castle like building. I looked at the rest of my surroundings. It seemed as if we were in a valley, there were hills around this small town. I looked up at a clock tower in the corner, but couldn't make out the time.
The sound of water made my head turn and I could see a fountain in the middle of a square.
The man turned down to the alley way. I tried to move but I couldn't. Luckily for me he took a couple steps backwards. Another person came into view. It was a small girl, thin and she looked as though a gust of wind would blow her away. I still couldn't see the man's face though. This girl obviously held some type of authority.
She advanced on him a murderous look on her face and I felt a feeling of true fear run from my neck to my toes.
"I don't care who she is, you need to do something about It." she said.
"I can't just do that. You don't understand." He said, his voice reminded me of someone but I couldn't out my finger on it.
"Well then, your only other choice would be to change her."
"no." he said resolutely.
I awoke from my dream to the alarm buzzing in my ear. I was on my side; I rolled over to see Rory. He was there. He gave me the most polite smile. I laughed. Then attempted to push him off the bed, knowing it wouldn't hurt him.
"You do know that you can get up from the other side." He said when I had trouble pushing him off.
"Yes I know but this is more fun." I said. I knew that he had let me push him off once I had. I walked to the bathroom and washed my face. When I was done I walked to my mom's room.
"Hey mom, I'm going to go." I said.
"Alright honey, have a good time. Call me if you need anything." she said.
"Sure, love you." I said knowing I wouldn't call.
"I love you sweetie." She said as I left the room.
I peeked into my room. Rory still sat on the floor leaning against the bed.
"I'm ready to go." I said. He got to his feet and handed me my bag. "Thank you" I said. He kissed me on the cheek "thank you again" I said.
"You're welcome times two." He said. "I'll be back in about a minute or two."
"All right, I love you."
"I love you too." He said, his word flowing together perfectly. Then he was gone.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar. I jumped at the sound of the honk outside. But I hurried outside, into the warmth of the car. We drove listening to the radio. The song sweet tangerine was playing at first.
"Rory, do want to meet my dad today?"
"No."
"Aww come on. It will be fun. Anyways if you meet him today we can hang out tomorrow instead of you meeting him tomorrow and us not being able to hang out until Sunday."
"Fine." He said.
"Really? I think you'll like him. I know that you've met him before but that was like for a second."
"Okay, okay calm down" he said a grin plastered on his face.
"Sorry I'm just excited." I said.
"Don't be sorry you're cute when you're excited I just don't want you to somehow have a heart attack. You should hear how fast it's beating."
"Ha-ha"
We were in front of his house and I bounded out of the car, and then reached in to grab my bag. But it was gone I looked up slightly befuddled. Rory was holding my bag up.
"Were you looking for this?"
"Why yes I was kind sir, but since you were so eager to grab it why don't you walk it up to the house for me." We both laughed. We were so connected by our friendship that we used to have. We walked up the stone pathway to the house and stood at the door. After a few seconds I knocked.
My dad opened the door but was slightly surprised. A little more surprised than he should be, but he quickly composed himself.
"Hi dad, this is Rory you might not remember him."
"Oh, hello. I'm Robert in case you forgot my name." My dad said.
I looked at Rory, the look of anger then confusion flitted across his face, but then he realized I was looking at him. Rory stuck out his hand and my dad reached out to meet him. They had a good shake. A little too good. It looked like they were each trying to break the others hand. I thought that strange because I was sure if Rory was really trying my dads hand would be broken.
We were invited in and we walked easily. I looked clumsy and ungraceful next to them. I had never realized just how messy my walk was. I tried to make it neater. But succeeded in falling. I didn't hit the ground but it was a strange thing that happened. I was slanted towards the ground just being still. My fathers arms were against my shoulders to keep my up but at the same time Rory's arms were wrapped around my waist.
"Umm… will you guys please put me down?" They complied, but there was a strange competitive feeling in the air.
"I'm sorry Robert but I just remembered that Cassie left her other bag at home, I think we should go and get it."
"I did?" I asked, I wasn't going to be a complete idiot and say that I didn't have one. I doubt Rory would say something like that unless there was something important.
"Yes." He said.
"Okay dad, I guess I'll see you soon." I was about to kiss my dad on the cheek but was pulled away and out the door. Rory towed me all of the way into his car and then sped off very fast.
"What the hell was that for?" I asked upset.
"I'm not going to be able to spend the night this week." He said deadly calm, but that didn't intimidate me.
"What?! Why? No, never mind please answer my question." I said.
He was silent.
"Tell me. " I demanded. Again he didn't answer
"Damn it Rory tell me!"
"You know what, fine Cassie, I'll tell you. Your father is a vampire." He said
"Rory if he were a vampire his eyes would be green, not blue!" I shouted but as my words reverberated in the confined space of the car, I understood. He didn't drink animal blood.