Tenth Grade Bleeds by Heather Brewer

Author:Heather Brewer [Brewer, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Social Issues, Young adult fiction, Vampires, Family, Horror, Orphans, Legends; Myths; Fables, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Horror & Ghost Stories, Other, Orphans & Foster Homes, High schools, Schools, Adolescence, School & Education, Juvenile Fiction, Horror tales
ISBN: 9780142415603
Publisher: Penguin Group USA
Published: 2010-01-12T00:00:00+00:00

15

THE FEAST BEFORE THE KILL

IGNATIUS STARED UP AT THE SKY in blissful contentment. Not only was it a new moon, but the sky was overcast with thick black clouds, ensuring that his hypersensitive allergy to the sun’s rays would not emerge tonight. It would make for a luxuriously long ending to his hunt for the boy, and he would take his time with every stroke of his blade. The boy would bleed quickly, but the cuts would be oh so slow.

Nothing could stop the hunter tonight. No glinting of the sun’s light off the surface of the moon. No concerns about the boy’s human ward witnessing his actions. Ignatius had listened to her thoughts as she left the house an hour before—a double shift at the hospital would keep her away all night.

Now there would only be the boy, and the delicious slicing of his pretty skin.

But he had to be careful. He was famished, which always made for a better hunt, but it also increased the temptation to feed off the hunted during his cutting sessions. And he’d be damned if he was going to taint his palate with the bitter crimson of an arrogant half-breed. Better that he should complete his hunt on a full stomach than run the risk of draining his flawed captor.

As if in answer to his needs, a girl passed him on the sidewalk, her skin pale, purple streaks through her dark hair. Ignatius recognized her at once as one of the human children who frequented the front steps of the local high school each evening. Her name stuck on his tongue. It was a time, not a name, and had reminded him instantly of the smell of autumn and cool breezes. October.

He turned, following her quietly, daydreaming about the moments following his meal. He’d steal into the boy’s home stealthily and make his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Then, with a turn of the knob, enter the boy’s resting place.

October turned the corner, oblivious to the vampire following her.

Once he was in the boy’s room, Ignatius would unsheathe his favorite blade and, with its tip, draw the covers down, away from the sleeping boy’s form. And then . . .

“What are you doing?” A voice from the shadows. Ignatius hung back, lost in his fantasy, but not so lost that he would expose his presence and lose his meal.

October slowed her steps, but by her posture it was clear she’d been expecting the intruder. “I’m going home. What’s it look like?”

Another human, a boy with silver hair, stepped from the shadows, his lips pursed. “It looks like you’ve been inviting a dork like Vladimir Tod to hang with us without even asking my opinion.”

She shrugged coldly. “I don’t need your permission, Kristoff. If you don’t like him, you can find other people to hang out with. Besides, he’s not a dork. I think he’s interesting.”

Kristoff snarled. “Interesting? He’s boring. And about as far from being goth as you can get.”

“I don’t choose my friends because of labels.

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