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very, very thoughtful. And about five years older than sheтАЩd looked five minutes ago. She pointed.
тАЬDoesnтАЩt that hurt like crazy?тАЭ

I looked down, then jerked the knife out of my side. Very little blood. тАЬNo. Thanks. UhтАжdonтАЩt be
scared. Anymore, I mean.тАЭ

тАЬWhyтАЩd you ask them to kill you?тАЭ

Normally I wouldnтАЩt share unpleasant confidences with a strange child, but what could I say? It had
been one of those nights. Plus, shehad pointed out the knife sticking out of my ribs; I felt obliged to give
her an honest answer. тАЬIтАЩm a zombie,тАЭ I explained, except I was having trouble talking, all of a sudden.
тАЬIтАЩm trying to thtay dead.тАЭ

тАЬYouтАЩre not a zombie.тАЭ She pointed at my mouth. тАЬYouтАЩre a vampire. A good one, so thatтАЩs all right,тАЭ
she added.

My hand came up so quickly I actually bit myself. I felt the sharp tips of new fangs, fangs that had come
out when IтАЩd smelled her motherтАЩs blood, fangs that seemed to be taking up half my mouth.

тАЬA vampire? How ith that pothible? I died in a car ackthident, for GodтАЩth thake! Aw, thon of a bith!тАЭ

тАЬAre you going to suck our blood?тАЭ Justine asked curiously.

тАЬBlood maketh me throw up. Even the thight of itтАФugh.тАЭ

тАЬNot anymore, I bet,тАЭ she said. This was the most level-headed first-grader IтАЩd ever met. I was
tempted to make her my evil sidekick. тАЬItтАЩs okay. You can if you want to. You saved us. My mom,тАЭ she
said, her tone dropping; it was low, confidential, тАЬwas really scared.тАЭ

SheтАЩs not the only one, sugarтАжand by the way, I bet youтАЩd taste like electricity, all that youth
and energy coursing through your bloodstream.

I clapped both hands over my mouth and started backing away. тАЬRun,тАЭ I said, but I didnтАЩt have to
bother; JustineтАЩs mama had finished gathering up her things, taken one look at my new dentition, picked
up her daughter, and run in the opposite direction.

тАЬThereтАЩth a gath thtathion at the end of this block!тАЭ I yelled after her. тАЬYou can call triple A!тАЭ I stuck my
fingers in my mouth. My lisp was going away, and so were my fangs. тАЬAnd what were you thinking,
having your daughter out at four oтАЩclock in the morning?тАЭ I shouted after her, freshly annoyed. тАЬDope!тАЭ

People think because Minneapolis was in the Midwest, rapes and murders and burglaries didnтАЩt happen
there. They do, just not as often as, say, in Washington D.C. IтАЩd bet a thousand bucks the car that had
broken down on them was a rental.

Well, the mystery was solved. I was a vampire. How, I had no idea. Car accident victims did not rise
from the dead. So IтАЩd always thought, anyway.

UnlessтАжcould it have something to do with my attack a few months ago? The attackers had been
savage, snarling, barely human. Until tonight, it had been the most surreal thing to happen to me, and that
included the tax audit and my folksтАЩ divorce. Could the attackers have infected me?