HOLLY
I wasn’t sure what was going on. I remembered being in my room and I remembered the woman who visited. She was angry with me because of Jake. I remembered feeling hurt by her words. I gasped, and my hand flew up to grasp my shoulder. I remembered the searing pain of her teeth sinking into my flesh. A thought crossed my mind: Was I dead? Also, if I was, did that make this heaven or hell? I was pretty sure that I knew the answer to that. I had never believed in heaven or hell, even though my parents had always insisted on their realness. They had always told me that the very existence of the creatures that we had spent all these years hunting was undeniable proof. My father had always said that monsters, especially ones such as vampires, could only be the products of hell. He had alw
