The Hunter and the Vampire
“Look. This stone – it allows them to go out in the sun. If that’s true, then anyone could be a suspect. If they can eat, and drink, and go out in the day – how are we meant to distinguish good from evil, to tell apart human from vampire?”
I swallowed thickly, tremors running down my arms and prickling my skin into goose bumps. Behind me, Paps put down his paper, the pages rustling. They sounded too loud, louder than they were; my head ached, each thought dredging from the bottom of my brain up through layers of sludge. I felt slow, stupid, even as new, terrible ideas flashed before my eyes, each worse than the last.
“I’ve never heard of that before,” Dad said, and Paps nodded his agreement.
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