Drawn to a Vampire by Kathryn Drake

Author:Kathryn Drake [Drake, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-09-24T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Or was he? Did he mean to turn himself into a vampire? Had he suspected from the start, had my eyes given me away? Or was he that reckless, that lost to his previous life, that he could do such a thing? Take such a risk?

Would he come back as a vampire? Or was he just dead?

I did not know.

I didn’t know what had happened to me, what Luca had done. Luca. How he’d made me feel, but he’d destroyed my life. What he’d done to me – it had led to so many things. To this. To more destruction of life.…

What was I going to do? If Adam was going to come back, how long would it be? I had no fucking clue. What the hell should I do?

I looked down at his face – pale, blood smeared, a shadow of his former self. If he came back … this wouldn’t be a secret anymore … I’d have company. We could live in the woods together, feed off animals together. We could have a semblance of a life.

Hope flickered within me. This could be a good thing.

I looked around at all his things. If I cleared this up, took his body, and his things, the campsite owners would just think he’d packed up and left. There would be no police, no scene. How often did he check in with his family? Not often, I reckoned.

I nodded to myself, then kicked into action. I put down his tent, wedging his things into an old Karrimor rucksack, tying his tent to the bottom, throwing water on the fire, over the blood, cleaning up the scene. I put the rucksack over both my shoulders and then picked up Adam’s body in my arms. Ha! Vampire strength had its uses. I gave the scene one final check before leaping back over the stream and taking Adam to my daytime hideaway.

I didn’t want to leave him in case he woke up and freaked, and ran off. Out of control. What if he did what I had done? What if he killed?

So I stayed by his side as my hunger increased, after all, he’d drank a fair whack of my blood before doing this to himself. I got hungrier and hungrier and eventually I gave in. I wanted to be in control, I needed to be in control when he awoke. I needed to be there for him, to deal with whatever lay ahead. I allowed myself to feed, but I didn’t go far. I had to cope with some small prey, a fox, a badger. It wasn’t bad, in fact it made me feel better. More pure again. Less corrupted.

The whole time I listened hard for signs he was awakening.…

When I returned he was still there, pale and lifeless. I sat next to him in the darkness, wondering about my past, thinking about the people I’d lost, and where they now were. For the first time I drew out the photo album I’d packed and looked at the photos.

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