A stake to the heart? Poison her with garlic? Throw her out a window at high noon?” Maximus’ expression was vaguely pitying. “Does everything you know about vampires come from the movies?”“We don’t exactly study them at school.”Reaching behind him, he pulled something from the waistband of his pants. Something very long and very sharp. Something that looked suspiciously like… “Is that a knife?” I asked, wide-eyed. “How many weapons do you have?”“Enough.”How many weapons did one need to fight off a horde of vampires? I didn’t even want to know. Did Dad have any guns in the apartment? I was pretty sure the answer was a big fat no. Mom had never liked them, and with the exception of the drinking and the unemployment Dad never did anything Mom didn’t like. It hit me then, so strong I felt the pang of it like a physical blow to the gut. My mother and sister. I hadn’t even thought of them until now. What was wrong with me? Was I really so selfish that I was only capable of thinking about myself?
