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4 A LONG GOOD BYE

THAT AFTERNOON, AS VLAD MADE HIS WAY from the school to his house sans Henry, he had the unsettling, unshakable feeling that he was being followed. He turned around several times, but found no one. Finally, as he was crossing the street, he whipped around fast enough to spot a head ducking behind a tree. With a sigh, he approached the tree and ducked around it to find Eddie and his new camera. “What are you doing, Eddie?”

Eddie forced a smile. “Just walking. What about you?”

Vlad knew he was lying-they both knew it. He shook his head, weary of Eddie’s antics already. “Nothing. That’s all I’m doing, Eddie. And that’s all you’ll ever catch me doing by following me. So why don’t you get another hobby?”

He turned and crossed the street. As his foot touched pavement, he heard the click of a camera behind him. The sound made the corner of his mouth twitch in irritation.

By the time Vlad got back to the house, he was completely annoyed with Eddie, but overshadowing his annoyance was the fact that he dreaded the conversation that he knew was waiting for him there. He slipped through the front gate as quietly as he could, moved up the path to the front steps, made his way across the porch, and opened the door an inch. Then he paused, tilting his head to see if he could hear his uncle Otis moving around in the house.

Nothing. Not so much as a footstep. Maybe Otis had given up the argument in light of his coming departure.

With a relieved exhale, Vlad counted his blessings, stepped inside, and headed for the stairs.

“I believe an apology is in order, Vladimir.”

Vlad cursed himself for not using his vampire honing skills. What good were talents like these if he couldn’t remember to use them? He stopped in his tracks and turned to face Otis, who’d been leaning against the wall to the left of the front door, waiting.

Apparently, he wasn’t about to skip town without finishing his rant on Vlad’s growing hunger.

Vlad’s stomach grumbled its agreement, and he couldn’t help but wonder whose side it was on. “I’m not apologizing, Otis. Not for disagreeing with you. I mean, okay, maybe I shouldn’t have walked out like that, but I-”

Otis held up his hand, silencing Vlad. “I’m not asking you to apologize. I’m apologizing to you. No one knows better than you how in control of your hunger you are, and if you say that you can resist harming those around you, I have no choice but to trust you.”

Then Otis met his gaze and softened. “I’m just trying to give you as much good advice as I can before leaving tonight.”

The corners of Vlad’s mouth rose in a knowing half smile. “I’ll miss you too.”

A sadness overwhelmed Otis’s eyes, and he reached out and gave Vlad’s shoulder a squeeze. He didn’t speak, and Vlad understood why. Because the argument over Vlad’s growing appetite was much more about how hard it was for Otis to leave him once again than it was about the fear of Vlad snacking on his friends and family. Of course, Otis was still concerned about that, but not, Vlad surmised, as much as he was worried about leaving Vlad behind, with only an hour’s drive between him and the Stokerton council.

Vlad dropped his backpack at the foot of the stairs and glanced at the suitcases that sat there. The sight of them sent a hairline fracture through his heart. “Did you pack already?”

Otis sighed and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it. “Not yet. Truth be told, I’ve been avoiding it all day.”

Vlad turned over one of the luggage tags and smiled to see that his and Nelly’s address had been scribbled on it in Otis’s horrific handwriting-an unspoken acknowledgment that no matter where he traveled this was his home. “Y’know, Otis… maybe you should stay.”

“ Vladimir, I-”

“No. Hear me out a second.” Vlad’s heart thumped harder. He had to fight to retain a calm tone. Even so, his voice rose with insistent need. “You like it here, right? And so far, having you around has been a lot safer than having you anywhere else.”

Otis seemed on guard, which only made Vlad’s words come out faster, spilling over his tongue in a desperate ramble. “You’ve been here for almost four months, and the Stokerton council hasn’t bugged you once, even though this would be a pretty obvious place for you to hide out. I’ve never seen Nelly so happy…”

Vlad’s voice caught in his throat. “… and I’m learning so much from you.”

Otis averted his eyes, but it was too late. Vlad had already seen the “no” lurking within them. Vlad bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep the tears at bay. “ Tell me why you can’t stay. Because it’s not making much sense to me that you should take off to Siberia when you’ve got it so good here.”

Otis sighed. “ Vladimir…”

“Is it the Elysia thing? Needing to be among your own kind? Because you have that with me, Otis. I’m a vampire too. And I really feel better when you’re around.”

“You are completely right on all counts.”

But something dark flickered in his eyes, crushing Vlad’s hopes before they could even bloom. Vlad opened his mouth and closed it again, not daring to ask what that flicker meant.

Otis wet his lips, his expression troubled, sorrowful, but certain. “Even so, I cannot stay. Please, Vladimir, I need you to trust me on this. My staying here may endanger you and Nelly.”

A panicky feeling had wormed its way into Vlad’s chest. He couldn’t explain it, but the idea of Otis leaving him again-especially after all that he’d been through with Joss staking him last year and D’Ablo hinting that he wasn’t finished with Vlad-made his stomach twist and turn. Frustrated, Vlad threw his hands in the air. “Can’t someone else look for that ritual?”

Otis raised his voice suddenly. “Who? There is no one but me! And Vikas, of course. But his time is stretched.”

Vlad knew he was pushing his uncle, but it was all he had left to cling to. In but a few hours, Otis would be gone again. Vlad wasn’t sure just how much more of this he could take. “Isn’t there a glyph or something we can place to protect all of us, or to keep the council from finding you?”

Otis shook his head, his tone calm once again. “It’s not as simple as that. I can hide from one, maybe two vampires utilizing glyphs, but hiding from all of Elysia is a fool’s errand.”

Vlad’s jaw tensed. He fell silent, and stood very still for a moment before speaking. “My dad managed well enough.”

Otis closed his eyes in defeat. “Well, we can’t all be as crafty as your father, can we?”

Vlad winced. “I just wish-”

“I know. Believe me, I know.” Otis turned away from him and gazed out the window near the front door, his shoulders slumped. In Vlad’s mind, he heard Otis say, “More than anything, I wish I could stay, too.”

Vlad’s face dropped. He had expected defeat when he’d entered this battle, but the taste of it was still bitter. “Do you need help packing?”

“Why don’t we save that for after dinner?” Otis smiled weakly over his shoulder at Vlad. “I want to try my hand at cooking. I believe Nelly would like that. I have no taste for human food anymore, but in my previous life, I was quite the chef.”

Vlad shook his head. “I’ll just nuke some O positive, if you don’t mind.”

“Actually I’d prefer it if you’d dine with us.” Otis turned to face him with a curious grin. “I’m making blood sausage.”

A half hour later, the kitchen was an enormous mess. Otis had several pans and a variety of bowls out on the counter, only a few of them in use. The smell of blood filled Vlad’s nostrils, dizzying him with hunger pangs. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep from lifting the big bowl of blood from the counter and slurping down every last drop.

Vlad picked up the wooden spoon and stirred the spiced crimson before turning to his uncle. “Y’know, I might as well have a bag or two of blood. As good as this might smell, animal blood doesn’t do much for me in the way of vitamins and minerals.”

“Not surprising. Most vampires find animal blood less than enjoyable to the palate and not helpful in the least when it comes to nutrients. But you needn’t worry. I’m making our blood sausages from human blood.”

Vlad shifted uncomfortably.

Otis hurried to add, “And with the argument we had this morning in mind, I’m using blood from the freezer. And with as much as I’m using, Nelly will need to stock up again.”

They exchanged smiles before Otis scooped up bits of diced onion and dropped them in the bowl. He rinsed his hands in the sink, and as he reached for the towel, he quipped, “Unless, of course, you’re interested in trying fresh blood.”

Vlad knew his uncle was joking, but still he flinched. “Doesn’t it bother you that you’re hurting people when you feed from the source?”

Otis smiled. “About as much as it bothers you that you’re hurting plastic bags, Vladimir,” he said, his tone teasing. “Don’t think of them as people. Think of them as sustenance.”

“Is Nelly sustenance?” It was a low blow, but Vlad was still hurting from his uncle’s plans to leave him… again.

Otis stiffened. He met Vlad’s gaze, his eyes haunted. Seeing them gave Vlad a grim surge of satisfaction. “ That’s not fair,” Otis said.

Vlad set the spoon on the counter and folded his arms in front of him. “It’s perfectly fair. You’re so concerned about my appetite and the safety of the people I’m around. What about you? Do you ever think you might forget that Nelly is anything more than food?”

Otis’s jaw hung open. His throat emitted several stunned sounds before he shook his head sharply and said, “ Vladimir, I would never harm anyone I care about.”

Vlad picked up the spoon again and stirred the onions into the herb-blood mixture, but he kept an eye on Otis. “I know. But it doesn’t feel good to be accused, does it?”

The front door opened and Nelly called out, “Otis? Vlad? Are you home?”

Vlad rolled his eyes a little. After all, all of the downstairs lights were on and Otis’s car was in the driveway. Unless they’d gone for a long walk and needed a beacon to find their way back, it was pretty obvious they were home. “We’re in the kitchen.”

As Nelly stepped into the kitchen, the grocery sack she was holding slipped from her fingers. Otis caught it moments before it hit the floor. She stared wide-eyed at Vlad and then at Otis.

Otis placed the bag on the plank table and returned his attention to her, his brow furrowed. “Is something wrong, Nelly?”

Vlad’s brow furrowed too. Nelly’s face had gone completely white, and her eyes kept flitting from Vlad to Otis to the room around them.

Vlad turned to survey their surroundings for the first time since Otis had started preparing the meal. His uncle, as it turned out, was not a tidy cook, to say the least. Strewn about the kitchen were large, sharp knives, bits of ground meat and chopped vegetables, skins that the sausage would eventually find its way into, and blood. Lots and lots of blood.

Nelly’s eyes finally stopped to focus on the large bowl of blood on the counter in front of Otis, then on his blood-soaked apron, moving up to meet the bewildered expression on his face. “What happened in here?”

Suddenly the realization fell on Otis that to a human, the scene around them made it look as though he and Vlad had been making a nice stew out of the neighborhood children. Laughter escaped his lips. “Nelly, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear. I’m sure it seems we were gorging ourselves on the Johnsons down the street, but we are innocent.”

Nelly looked relieved. “I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting to come home to a scene straight out of Psycho Slasher Chainsaw Guy from Hell.”

Vlad coughed. He was almost certain Nelly had never seen that movie, though the previews had been enough to give her an idea of the plot. He wondered for a moment if she had any idea that he and Henry had seen it last year under the pretense of watching a nice, severely-lacking-blood-and-gore spy movie instead.

Vlad looked down at the front of his shirt, which was spattered with small red dots. Several had dried into a rusty brown color. He chewed his bottom lip for a moment, troubled somewhat by Nelly’s reaction. Even after all this time, Nelly still worried she’d come home to find him acting like some sort of animal. She’d never voiced it, but Vlad knew that was how she must feel. After all, it had to be hard for her to live with a vampire all these years. It would be like being a pizza living with Henry for an extended period of time. Say, ten minutes or so.

The thought made Vlad a little sick to his stomach.

Otis took Nelly’s hands in his and said, “I would never bring the fruits of my hunts into your home, Nelly. You never have to worry about that. And your ward is rather like a vegetarian, so there’s no cause for alarm there either. We were simply making blood sausage for dinner.”

Nelly’s eyes lit up. “You’re cooking?”

Otis’s voice became softer, sweeter. “It’s the least I could do.”

Vlad almost retched at their flirting. It was the only obnoxious thing about Otis staying with them. He slipped his soiled shirt over his head and headed for the stairs, muttering that he needed to change… not that he thought they’d hear him. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about the obvious attraction between Nelly and Otis. On one hand, if they ended up married, he’d have the coolest family on the block. But on the other… the idea of them dating was kind of weird.

Plus, the thought of walking in on them making out was positively repulsive.

After slipping upstairs to his room and changing his shirt, Vlad took his time rejoining them for dinner. Otis cooked Nelly’s blood sausages and served them with a side of spiced potatoes and buttered asparagus. Vlad’s and Otis’s-much to Vlad’s delight-were served raw. Vlad lifted one up to his mouth and bit into it, his fangs popping through the fleshy casing. The feeling gave him an excited chill, but he said nothing to Otis about it. Even so, his uncle smiled at him as if to say, “See how pleasant it would be to suck the life out of people?”

After Vlad had drained three sausages, he sat back in his seat, surprisingly satisfied. Nelly smiled at him. “I’ll take care of the dishes. Why don’t you help Otis get ready?”

Vlad nodded and slowly turned his eyes to Otis, who had finished his meal some time before and was watching Nelly with a sad expression. Without hesitation, Vlad spoke to his uncle telepathically. “You’re going to miss her so much. I can see it in your eyes. Stay, Otis. Please.”

But Otis wouldn’t hear it. Vlad felt a definite crunch in his head, a signal that Otis had cut him off. Vlad pursed his lips. Otis stood and pulled a watch from his pocket, noting the time. “Thank you, Nelly. It would be nice to spend a moment alone with Vladimir before I leave.”

Vlad and Otis wordlessly carried Otis’s suitcases upstairs. Otis unzipped the largest suitcase, opened the large bottom drawer of the antique bureau Nelly kept in the corner of the library, and began moving neat stacks of his clothing from the drawer to his luggage. Vlad turned away, unable to watch his uncle choose to leave him and Nelly behind.

Otis’s voice sounded raspy. “Would you mind gathering my toiletries together? They go in the smallest bag.”

Vlad grabbed the bag and walked into the bathroom. He took his time filling it-not that he was concerned with neatness or that Otis might fret over leaving his toothbrush behind. He just knew what was coming. It was goodbye. And he really, really didn’t want to face it again. Every time Otis had left him behind, Vlad found it harder to be without him.

Not to mention the fact that whenever Otis wasn’t around, people tried to kill him.

As he slipped Otis’s shampoo into the bag and zipped it closed-slowly-his uncle appeared in the doorway, a meek smile affixed to his lips. “All set out here.”

Vlad handed him the toiletries bag, and Otis led him back out into the library. Once they were there, his uncle stopped, looking very much like he wanted to tell Vlad something, but he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence, he said, “Trust only yourself in this world, Vladimir.”

Vlad blinked, uncertain what Otis was talking about. Did he mean not to trust even him? Was it his way of saying he wasn’t coming back? Vlad pushed the thought away and picked up one of Otis’s suitcases. As he helped carry the bags down the stairs and out to Otis’s car, he felt like someone had placed a cinder block on his chest. And the cinder block got heavier with every step he took.

Otis placed the bags inside his car and closed the trunk before joining Nelly on the porch. Vlad knew they were whispering, but didn’t care to hear just what. Time seemed to move very slowly. It was like falling. Vlad knew it was happening, that pain was coming, but he just couldn’t stop it. And then suddenly, Otis brushed his lips against Nelly’s cheek and time picked up again. The hurt of his uncle leaving swelled up inside of Vlad and poured forth out his eyes in hot tears. Otis moved down the stairs and without missing a beat or uttering a sound, he swept Vlad into a tight embrace and spoke with his thoughts. “I love you, Vladimir. I don’t believe I’ve ever told you that, but I do. And I want you to know that no matter what the future holds, I will return to you. Nothing can keep me from you. You and Nelly are my family, more so than even Elysia itself.”

The tears poured down Vlad’s cheeks. “Then why? Why can’t you stay?”

Otis’s breath was warm on Vlad’s hair. It reminded Vlad too much of his father and those long ago moments when his dad would rock him back to sleep after a nightmare. “ Vladimir, we’ve been through this. I can’t endanger you anymore than I already have. This goes further than the crimes I am charged with, Vladimir. D’Ablo and I have a tense history, and he would gladly draw out my pain by harming everyone that I have come to hold dear.”

Vlad sniffled. The panicky feeling in his chest had started to subside, but only a little. “Why hasn’t he found you yet? He has to know you’d come here.”

In Otis’s eyes lurked dark secrets, and Vlad yearned to know what his uncle was keeping from him. But Vlad wasn’t sure he was brave enough to ask. Otis said, “Vikas and other friends have been leading my enemies down false trails by placing drops of my blood around the world. And of course, I’ve placed glyphs all over Bathory to hide my presence here from D’Ablo himself, glyphs that I washed away earlier this afternoon. When I come back, I’ll place more.”

Vlad dried his face on his sleeve. When he spoke, his voice cracked. “When will that be?”

Otis sighed, and with a glance back at Nelly, he withdrew the keys from his pocket. “I don’t know. Soon, I hope. But I must leave now. Before D’Ablo realizes I am here.”

Vlad blurted, “Will you at least come back for my birthday?”

“I will absolutely try. But no promises.” Otis opened the driver’s-side door and slid into his seat. He gunned the engine to life and shut the door, then rolled his window down and smiled.

“Practice your glyphs. If you run into any problems, you know how to reach me.” He tapped his temple twice before backing out the driveway and heading down the road that would lead him out of town.

Vlad could only watch helplessly.

Time passed, but Otis’s car still kept shrinking.

Just like Vlad’s insides.

He turned and made his way into the house, headed straight upstairs, and lay on his bed.

He couldn’t recall having fallen asleep, but suddenly his chest tightened in panic and he sat bolt upright, his eyes searching the now pitch-dark room for his alarm clock. It was 2:00 A.M.

Vlad wondered where Otis was by now-if he’d already boarded his plane in Stokerton and was on his way to Siberia or if he’d changed his mind and had headed back to Bathory to stay. He reached out, just like Otis taught him, and tried to detect Otis’s presence. To his delight, he sensed that a vampire was near. Maybe two doors down.

Vlad sighed in relief. He pushed, just as he had this morning, but couldn’t see his uncle. In fact… it didn’t even really feel like Otis at all. He wasn’t sure how he knew it, but he was growing fairly certain that the vampire that was now as close as his front porch wasn’t his uncle. Vlad held his breath for a moment and reached out with his mind. “Otis?”

But Otis didn’t answer.

The vampire was inside his house now, maybe on the stairs. Closer, closer. Vlad jumped from his bed and spun around, certain the vampire he sensed was in his very room, but all he could see was dark. His heart rammed against his ribs, in a flying panic, but Vlad didn’t dare scream-he couldn’t endanger Nelly by drawing her into his room with a strange vampire. His breaths came out in rapid puffs, as if the air had suddenly chilled.

And that’s when gloved hands clamped slowly onto his shoulders.

Vlad froze, speechless. The vampire, whoever it might be, was right behind him.

“Vladimir Tod. How I have been looking forward to seeing you again.”

Vlad knew that voice. It was cold, cruel, and in every nightmare he’d had since the end of his eighth-grade year.

D’Ablo.