«No,» she says, the smile vanishing. «My mom. At least… she used to be. Not just vampires, either, but evil entities of all kinds-demons, werewolves, poltergeists, ghosts, warlocks, genies, satyrs, loki, shedus, vetelas, titans, leprechauns-«
«Leprechauns?» I echo in disbelief.
But Mary simply shrugs. «If it was evil, Mom killed it. She just had a gift for it… A gift,» Mary adds softly, «I really hope I've inherited.»
I just sit there for a minute. I have to admit I'm a little stunned by everything that's gone down over the past couple of hours. Crossbows and vampires and exterminators? And what in the world is a vetela? I'm not even sure I want to know. No. Wait. I know I don't want to know. There's a humming noise inside my head that won't stop.
The weird thing is, I kind of like it.
«So,» Mary says, lifting her gaze to meet mine. «Do you believe me now?»
«I believe you,» I say. What I can't believe, actually, is that I do. Believe her, I mean.
«Good,» she says. «It would probably be better if you didn't tell anybody. Now, if you don't mind, I need to start getting things ready-«
«Great. Tell me what you need me to do.»
Her face clouds with trouble. «Adam,» she says. And there's something about the way her lips form my name that makes me feel a little crazy… like I want to throw my arms around her and race around the room at the same time. «I appreciate the offer. I really do. But it's too dangerous. If I kill Drake-«
«When you kill him,» I correct her.
«-chances are, his father is going to show up,» she goes on, «looking for revenge. Maybe not tonight. And maybe not tomorrow. But soon. And when he does… it isn't going to be pretty. It's going to be awful. A nightmare. It's going to be-«
«Apocalyptic,» I finish for her, a slight shiver going down my spine as I speak the word.
«Yes. Yes, exactly.»
«Don't worry,» I say, ignoring the shiver. «I'm all set for that.»
«Adam.» She shakes her head. «You don't understand. I can't-well, I can't guarantee I'll be able to protect you. And I certainly can't let you risk your life like that. It's different for me, because-well, because of my mom. But you-«
I stop her. «Just tell me what time I'm picking you up.»
She stares at me. «What?»
«Sorry,» I say. «But you're not going to the prom by yourself. End of story.»
And I must have looked really scary or something as I said it, because even though she opens her mouth to argue, she closes it again when she gets a look at my face, and only says, «Um. Okay.»
Still, she has to add, «It's your funeral,» just to have the last word.
Which is fine with me. She can have the last word.
Because I know now that I've found her: my future partner in the inevitable struggle to survive in post-apocalyptic America.
Mary
The music is pounding in time to my heartbeat. I can feel the bass in my chest-badoom, badoom. It's hard to see across the room of writhing bodies, especially with the flickering light show coming down from the ballroom's ceiling.
But I know he's here. I can feel him.
And then I see him, moving across the dance floor toward me. He's holding two glasses of bloodred liquid, one in either hand. When he gets close enough, he hands me one of the glasses, then says, «Don't worry, it's not spiked. I checked.»
I don't reply. I just sip the punch, grateful for the liquid-even if it is a little too sweet-because my throat is so dry.
The thing is, I know I'm making a mistake. Letting Adam do this, I mean.
But… there's something about him. I don't know what it is. Something that sets him apart from all the rest of the dumb jocks in school. Maybe it's the way he saved me back at the club when I lost my nerve, his shooting at Sebastian Drake-progeny of the devil himself-with a ketchup-filled squirt gun.
Or maybe it's the way he was so nice about my dad, not cracking any jokes about him being like Doc from the Back to the Future movies and even calling him sir. Or the way he picked up my mom's photo like that and seemed so stunned when I told him the truth about her.
Or maybe it's just the way he looked when he showed up at quarter to eight this evening, so impossibly handsome in his tux-and even holding a red rose corsage for me… despite that less than twenty-four hours ago, he hadn't even known he was going to the prom (good thing tickets were available for sale at the door).