38: Traitors

KATERINA

The air in the house was cold and tense. The rooms were dark, and the home I had once felt comfortable in, was now uncomfortable and dreary.

“Death?” my mother called out. She was standing in front, holding a gun in her hand which she had kept in the boot of her car. It was more a sort of anchor than anything else. Hunter weapons did not work on a vampire as rare as Death.

The halls were silent, save for the clicking of our careful steps and heavy breathing. Mr and Mrs Veneziano seemed to know what they were doing, so did my parents. All we needed to do, was make sure we did exactly as we were told. Of course Haydon and I were not known for such things, and secretly, Haydon had decided to think up his own plan, and I did the same, neither one of us uttering our plan to one another or to our parents. B