off to math class. If anything could douse the fire in him it was sitting in a classroom balancing
equations for an hour and a half.
Joe sat through over an hour of math,
trying his best not to think about the
scrumptious meat chained up in his
bedroom. The numbers on the page kept
jumbling up in his head and at the end of the class his paper was stil blank. He bal ed it up and tossed it in the trash on his way out the door. He'd much rather
get an incomplete than a zero.
Joe left the mathematics lab and walked back across campus to the library. The
sun was beginning to set and the fog
was already rol ing slowly across the
manicured lawn toward him. A cool
breeze slipped through the trees and
across the grass, whispering beneath
his clothes and across his skin. Joe
sighed and shivered. After having his
face glued to a page ful of senseless
mathematical equations for over an hour, the cool moist evening air was
refreshing, soothing. It calmed the beast inside him.
Joe felt relaxed and sedate as the fog
caught up to him and sucked him in. Stil , he could not stop thinking about Alicia. He didn't want to hurt her again. He had to find a cure for himself.
He tensed as he remembered what
Professor Locke had said:
Sever the bloodline. Kil the original
werewolf.
Hopeful y, there was another way. Joe
hadn't thought about Damon Trent in
years. Not until the hunger had started to come upon him and he'd looked into the
bathroom mirror to see the same pitiless lust-clouded eyes of his long-ago
victimizer staring back at him. He should have known then that the-man-had
passed something evil on to him.
The librarian looked up and smiled
nervously as Joe entered the building
and stalked past her desk. Joe rol ed his massive shoulders and smiled back at
her with a leering smile as he dragged
his eyes over her thick curves. Her smile faltered and fel from her face, landing in a hard trembling line. She lowered her
eyes and turned away. Joseph smiled
wider.
Joe struggled to maintain control over
the beast raging within him but the smel of her perfumed skin was driving him
mad. He walked past her and into the
rows of bookshelves, reeling like a
drunken man. He stopped in front of a
book in the mythology section cal ed
Vampires in Fact and Fiction. He pul ed it off the shelf and walked with it back to the huge oak table in the center of the room. He opened it and turned to the
section on ways to become a vampire.
There was some nonsense about being
born on Christmas Day or being
excommunicated from the church that
Joe immediately discounted as
superstition, then there came the part
about being bitten by a vampire or
drinking the blood of the undead.
Joe quickly turned to the section on
destroying vampires and read about
nailing them into their coffins by driving a wooden stake through their hearts or
through their skul s so that they could not rise to feed. There was a prescription
that cal ed for decapitating and burning the corpses of vampires or dragging
them out into the sun. Fil ing their mouths with garlic or placing host wafers in their coffins so that they could not lie there. Joe turned more pages until he came to
a section that reiterated Professor
Douglas's own remedy for the werewolf
curse. Curing a vampire of the curse
likewise cal ed for finding and kil ing the original bloodsucker. Joe slammed the
book shut and sat there thinking, first about Damon Trent the child murderer
and then about Alicia, whom he would
surely murder and consume if he did not cure himself. He got up and walked over to the computer to do a search on
Damon Trent.
Chapter Fourteen
Alicia was fast asleep when the door
slammed, waking her from her dreams
and plunging her back into the nightmare of reality. Joe stalked into the room
looking excited and agitated.
"I don't know what to do! I don't want to hurt you, but I can't see him again. I just can't face him again!"
He strode back and forth,
equations for an hour and a half.
Joe sat through over an hour of math,
trying his best not to think about the
scrumptious meat chained up in his
bedroom. The numbers on the page kept
jumbling up in his head and at the end of the class his paper was stil blank. He bal ed it up and tossed it in the trash on his way out the door. He'd much rather
get an incomplete than a zero.
Joe left the mathematics lab and walked back across campus to the library. The
sun was beginning to set and the fog
was already rol ing slowly across the
manicured lawn toward him. A cool
breeze slipped through the trees and
across the grass, whispering beneath
his clothes and across his skin. Joe
sighed and shivered. After having his
face glued to a page ful of senseless
mathematical equations for over an hour, the cool moist evening air was
refreshing, soothing. It calmed the beast inside him.
Joe felt relaxed and sedate as the fog
caught up to him and sucked him in. Stil , he could not stop thinking about Alicia. He didn't want to hurt her again. He had to find a cure for himself.
He tensed as he remembered what
Professor Locke had said:
Sever the bloodline. Kil the original
werewolf.
Hopeful y, there was another way. Joe
hadn't thought about Damon Trent in
years. Not until the hunger had started to come upon him and he'd looked into the
bathroom mirror to see the same pitiless lust-clouded eyes of his long-ago
victimizer staring back at him. He should have known then that the-man-had
passed something evil on to him.
The librarian looked up and smiled
nervously as Joe entered the building
and stalked past her desk. Joe rol ed his massive shoulders and smiled back at
her with a leering smile as he dragged
his eyes over her thick curves. Her smile faltered and fel from her face, landing in a hard trembling line. She lowered her
eyes and turned away. Joseph smiled
wider.
Joe struggled to maintain control over
the beast raging within him but the smel of her perfumed skin was driving him
mad. He walked past her and into the
rows of bookshelves, reeling like a
drunken man. He stopped in front of a
book in the mythology section cal ed
Vampires in Fact and Fiction. He pul ed it off the shelf and walked with it back to the huge oak table in the center of the room. He opened it and turned to the
section on ways to become a vampire.
There was some nonsense about being
born on Christmas Day or being
excommunicated from the church that
Joe immediately discounted as
superstition, then there came the part
about being bitten by a vampire or
drinking the blood of the undead.
Joe quickly turned to the section on
destroying vampires and read about
nailing them into their coffins by driving a wooden stake through their hearts or
through their skul s so that they could not rise to feed. There was a prescription
that cal ed for decapitating and burning the corpses of vampires or dragging
them out into the sun. Fil ing their mouths with garlic or placing host wafers in their coffins so that they could not lie there. Joe turned more pages until he came to
a section that reiterated Professor
Douglas's own remedy for the werewolf
curse. Curing a vampire of the curse
likewise cal ed for finding and kil ing the original bloodsucker. Joe slammed the
book shut and sat there thinking, first about Damon Trent the child murderer
and then about Alicia, whom he would
surely murder and consume if he did not cure himself. He got up and walked over to the computer to do a search on
Damon Trent.
Chapter Fourteen
Alicia was fast asleep when the door
slammed, waking her from her dreams
and plunging her back into the nightmare of reality. Joe stalked into the room
looking excited and agitated.
"I don't know what to do! I don't want to hurt you, but I can't see him again. I just can't face him again!"
He strode back and forth,
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