I knew that for certain. I was lying on a cot in one of the cells, so I definitely knew there was a dungeon. Jessie was on the opposite side of the iron bars, looking in at me with a stricken face. I don’t know what happened after I started screaming. I saw Jessie leaning over me with those horrible fangs marring his perfect face, and then everything went black. When I woke up, I was in the dungeon. “Are you all right?” Jessie asked in a low voice. “No, I’m not all right,” I said. The cot was in the corner of the room furthest away from the bars, but I pressed myself against the stone wall, trying to put even more distance between us. Jessie’s eyebrows narrowed in concern. “Is it your head wound? I don't think you have a concussion.” “No,” I said, wanting to laugh, feeling a touch hysterical. “It’s the fact that you’re a vampire.” He sighed, deflating a little. “I’m sorry you had to find out. It was the smell of your blood. I wasn’t able to keep my fangs retracted.”
