He parted his lips to offer up his usual protest, but Eddie shook his head with an air of confidence that made Vlad squirm. “No need to deny it, Vlad. I’m quite convinced that you’re not human. And after some long nights of research and watching you… I think I know what you are.”
Vlad’s heartbeat picked up its pace, and he had to struggle to calm his panicked breathing. “Why are you doing this, Eddie? You used to be an okay guy. But now… you’re just obnoxious.”
Eddie tightened his jaw. “I wasn’t an okay guy. I was a loser. But I’m done being a loser, Vlad. And if you get hurt on my way to becoming a winner… well, that can’t be helped.”
Vlad shook his head. “You’re not a loser, Eddie. You’re not what people say you are. You’re whatever you make yourself out to be.”
“I wish that were true. But it’s not.” Eddie shook his head sadly. Eventually the corner of his lips rose in a small smile. “Luckily, I’ve found the road to success. It’s paved with your secrets.”
Vlad stuffed his notebook inside his backpack angrily. “You’d better back off, Eddie. I’m getting really tired of all of your bizarre theories.”
Eddie chuckled. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. Your pale skin, the way you always bring your lunch to school…”
Vlad’s heart was racing in panic. Eddie knew. How could he know? Somewhere, somehow Vlad had royally screwed up, and now this determined little weasel knew what he was. He stood up and threw his bag over his shoulder in a frightened huff. He was leaving detention early, and he’d happily deal with the consequences, no matter what Nelly or Snelgrove or anybody else had to say about it.
Eddie leaned back in his seat, arms crossing his chest, not so much as a thread of doubt weaving through his soft-spoken words. “You’re a vampire, Vladimir Tod. And I’m going to expose you to the world.”
Vlad didn’t think. He reacted with all the anger, hurt, and shaking fear that was coursing through his veins and pushed into Eddie’s mind, shoving the boy back as far as he could. He slipped out just in time to watch Eddie tilt back in his chair and hit the floor, whacking his head against wood. Eddie yelped. Vlad all but ran out the door.
As he pushed open the front door of the school, he noticed that his hands were trembling. He wasn’t sure what he was more afraid of-that Eddie knew that he was a vampire or that he’d wanted to hurt Eddie far worse than he had.
He brushed the threat of tears from his eyes, shoved his still-shaking hands into his pockets, and headed for home.
12 A DRUDGE’S LOYALTY
HENRY DROPPED HIS VOICE to a horrified, but confused, whisper. “A knife? Or a dagger?”
They’d been talking the entire walk to school about Vlad’s recent rash of nightmares. Doing so had somehow brought Henry out of his weird shell, something that Vlad was enormously grateful for. Maybe Henry had been flaking out lately, but when Vlad needed him, his drudge was there. Vlad had told him all about Eddie’s accusations last week, and Henry had been absolutely sympathetic. Things seemed completely back to normal.
Vlad wrinkled his forehead in uncertainty. “What’s the difference?”
Henry shrugged, as if it were obvious. “One’s for eating; one’s for stabbing.”
“I don’t… know. It was a blade, double-edged with a cylindrical handle. I think it was ivory or bone or something.” The image of the weapon glinting in the candle’s low light flitted through Vlad’s imagination, sending a shiver down his spine.
“ That’s a dagger. No question about it.”
“Whatever. Anyway… then he stabbed me in the thigh. But the weird thing is, before I woke up, my leg really hurt.”
“Huh.” Henry pulled the door to the school open and held it for Vlad. After they entered, he said, “Are the nightmares always the same?”
“Pretty much.” Vlad hesitated, then moved down the hall, offering Henry a one-shouldered shrug. “Well, I mean, it’s always some guy torturing me with a knife-”
“Dagger.”
“Whatever. Like I was saying, the dreams are about a guy torturing me with some dagger-”
Henry smiled.
“-but not always the same kind of torture.”
Henry was quiet until they reached their lockers. His insightfulness was astounding. “Dude. That’s messed up.”
Vlad bit his bottom lip for a second. If it were anyone else, he wouldn’t even consider sharing his theory. But this was Henry. “Do you think maybe it could be a glimpse of the future or something?”
Henry seemed to mull this possibility over for a moment, then shrugged. “Weirder things have happened. At least, they have to you.”
He punched Vlad lightly in the shoulder. “But Vlad, who would want to tie you to a table and torture you? Aside from Snelgrove, I mean.”
After exchanging brief glances, they sighed simultaneously and said, “D’Ablo.”
Henry tossed his backpack in his locker rather roughly. “Man, what is that guy’s problem, anyway? It’s like he got picked last for dodgeball when he was a kid and is taking it out on you for the rest of your life.”
Vlad shook his head and reached for his health book. “I don’t know. He mentioned some ritual last year, some crazy idea of how he could become the Pravus by killing me. Otis and Vikas both said he was nuts, but just in case, they’re looking for the ritual pages he spoke of.”
Henry closed his locker and twisted the lock. “No offense, Vlad, but your life sucks.”
Vlad sighed and muttered, “ Tell me about it.”
Henry nodded and gestured behind Vlad with his eyes. Vlad turned and met Eddie’s crooked smile with a glare. Eddie raised his camera and snapped a picture. He’d been photographing Vlad at every opportunity since they had detention together, no longer bothering to lurk in the shadows. It was getting really, really annoying.
Luckily, Nelly had been understanding about why Vlad had ditched detention that day and explained to Snelgrove that he had been feeling under the weather. But that didn’t stop her from grounding him for two weeks after the little closet meeting with Meredith. His prison sentence was lifted as of this afternoon, and he wasn’t about to have it ruined by a close encounter of the obnoxious kind.
Vlad squeezed the book in his hands. “Eddie, when are you gonna knock it off and leave me alone?”
Eddie smirked, looking somewhat anxious. “When are you just going to admit what you are?”
Henry stepped between them, looking Eddie in the eye. Offering a nonchalant shrug, he said, “What, a vampire?”
Vlad’s heart stopped. He was pretty certain he’d died of shock and that only the aid of his locker was keeping him in a standing position.
Eddie looked almost as surprised as Vlad felt.
Henry put an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and coaxed him away from Vlad. “It’s not exactly a secret that Vlad’s the equivalent of a giant mosquito, Eddie. In fact… he’s not the only one. The whole school is full of them. And you’re their next meal.”
Eddie had grown even paler than Vlad was. Henry whipped open a classroom door and shoved Eddie inside, closing the door behind him.
Vlad threw Henry a glance. “What the hell are you doing?”
Henry smirked. “Just trust me, Vlad. Maybe we’ll scare some sense into the little weasel. Nobody messes with my friend.”
“When did you set this up?” Whatever this was. Vlad cast a nervous glance at the door after Eddie’s screams echoed into the hall.
Henry shrugged. “Dude. I’m a McMillan. It’s not like it takes a lot to get people to help me out. Especially when it comes to messing with a worm like Eddie.”