They must have taken Matt with them. But why? It didn’t make a lick of sense. The vampires had no reason to kidnap Matt. They usually drank a person dry before killing them, but they couldn’t have done that either. They hadn’t had enough time to drain Matt completely, and if they’d killed him, they would have left his body behind. No sense taking it with them. Matt was no use to them dead, although I couldn’t figure out what use he could be to them alive either. I hoped above all else that they hadn’t decided to turn him. To hunters like Matt and I, that was a fate far worse than death itself. When I died, if there was a heaven, I wanted in. There were way too many people on the other side that would just love to get their grubby paws on me for putting them in their eternal resting place, and wouldn’t that just suck? The deep cut on my chest began to burn intensely, making me feel like a head of cattle branded by a hot iron. Until it healed fully and I was back to fighting form, I was in no condition to help Matt.
