What would Red do?
He was a vampire. He was a very old vampire. He was a vampire who could kill faster than a bullet. Why would I care what he'd do, I wondered…but I cared. I cared because I missed him. I cared because another night had gone by, and he hadn't come to my door. I cared because every second that passed without him confirmed that he had really died in Haworth's house, and we all knew whose fault that was.
"Get up!" someone shouted, and for a second, I forgot that Mandy had spent the night. She'd crashed on the couch in the living room after one a.m. and way too many margaritas. And I'd been too drunk to see why that was so bad.
Terrified, I stood up and welcomed the darkness that took away my vision for a second. I put on my brand new robe that I'd bought the day before, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, I went to the kitchen to find Mandy with two cups of coffee on the table.
