Memories Blooding In
Then memories flooded in.
The room was black except for the TV’s blinking screen. I’d been reading in my room and came out for a drink of water. London and Schroder were making out on the couch. The acid in my stomach turned sour and disgust bubbled up in my throat. I crept into the kitchen, needing that glass of water more than ever. I turned the tap on, scarcely more than a drip.
The truth was her boyfriend terrified me. London said he was a vampire. That wasn’t difficult to believe. He scared me. London said he had made her into a vampire. Whatever. I didn’t know what to believe. She seemed the same to me.
As I carefully stopped the water, I heard London’s sharp intake of breath. I stood there for a second, trying to imagine what that sound meant. I drank my wa
