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  Okay, well, I'd meant to do that, but what with one thing and another (taking over the Dark Daughters, dating Erik, regular schoolwork, and whatnot), I'd done little more than glance at the book on my shelf.

  With a sigh that sounded almost as tired as I felt, I took the book to bed and propped myself up on a mound of pillows. Despite the horrible events of the day, I had to struggle to keep my eyes open as I turned to the index and found what I was looking for: bloodlust. There were a whole string of page numbers after the word, so I marked the place in the index, wearily flipped to the first page listed, and started reading. At first it was stuff I'd already figured out for myself: as a fledgling gets farther into the Change, she de­velops a taste for blood. Blood drinking goes from being some­thing abhorrent to something delicious. By the time a fledgling is well advanced in the Change process, she can detect the scent of blood from a distance. Because of changes in metabolism, drugs and alcohol have increasingly less effect on fledglings, and as this effect dissipates, they will find that the effects of drinking blood correspondingly increase.

  "No kidding," I said under my breath. Even drinking fledgling blood mixed in wine had given me an incredible buzz. Drinking Heath's blood had been like fire exploding deliciously inside me. I flipped ahead in the reading. I already knew all the stuff about blood being yummy. Then my eye caught a new heading, and I stopped at that page.

  SEXUALITY AND BLOODLUST

  Though the frequency of need differs depending upon age, sex, and general strength of the vampyre, adults must periodically feed on human blood to remain healthy and sane. It is, therefore, logical that evolution, and our beloved Goddess, Nyx, have insured the blood drinking process is a pleasurable one, both for the vampyre and the human donor. As we have already learned, vampyre saliva acts as an anticoagulant for human blood. Vampyre saliva also se­cretes endorphins during blood drinking, which stimulate the plea­sure zones of the brain, human and vampyre, and can actually simulate orgasm.

  I blinked and rubbed a hand across my face. Well, hell! No wonder I'd had such a slutty reaction to Heath. Being turned on while I drank blood was programmed into my Changing genes. Fascinated, I kept reading.

  The older the vampyre, the more endorphins are released during blood drinking, and the more intense the experience of pleasure for vampyre and human.

  Vampyres have speculated for centuries that the ecstasy of blood drinking is the key reason humans have vilified our race. Humans feel threatened by our ability to bring them such intense pleasure during an act they consider dangerous and abhorrent, so they have labeled us as predators. The truth, of course, is that vampyres can control their bloodlust, so there is little physical danger to human donors. The danger lies in the Imprint that often occurs during the ritual of blood drinking.

  Completely engrossed, I hurried on to the next section.

  IMPRINTING

  An Imprint between vampyre and human does not occur every time a vampyre feeds. Many studies have been performed to try to deter­mine exactly why some humans Imprint and some do not, but though there are several determining factors, such as emotional at­tachment, relationship between the human and the vampyre pre-Change, age, sexual orientation, and frequency of blood drinking, there is no way to predict with certainty whether a human will Im­print with a vampyre.

  The text went on to talk about how vampyres should take care when drinking from a live donor, versus getting blood from blood banks, which are highly secretive businesses very few hu­mans are aware exist at all (apparently those few humans are extremely well paid for their silence). The Soc book definitely frowned on drinking blood from humans and there were lots of warnings about how dangerous it is to Imprint a human, how not only is the human now emotionally bound to the vampyre, but the vamp is tied to the human, too. This made me sit up straighter. With a sick feeling in my stomach I read about how once the Imprint is in place a vamp can feel the human's emo­tions, and in some cases can actually call and/or track the human. There the text went off on a tangent about how Bram Stoker had actually been Imprinted by a vamp High Priestess, but that he had not understood her commitment to Nyx had to come before their tie, and in a fit of jealous anger had betrayed her by exagger­ating the negative aspects of an Imprint in his infamous book, Dracula.

  "Huh. I had no idea," I said. Ironically, Dracula had been one of my favorite books since I read it when I was thirteen. I skimmed through the rest of the section until I came to a part that had me chewing my lip as I slowly read it.

  FLEDGLING—VAMPYRE IMPRINTING

  As discussed in the previous chapter, due to the possibility of Im­print, fledglings are prohibited from drinking the blood of human donors, but they may experiment with each other. It has been proven that fledglings cannot Imprint one another. However, it is possible for an adult vampyre to Imprint a fledgling. This leads to emotional and physical complications once the fledgling completes the Change that are often not beneficial for either vampyre; therefore, blood drinking between fledgling and adult vampyre is strictly prohibited.

  I shook my head, appalled all over again by the blood drinking I'd witnessed between Neferet and Elliott. Setting aside the whole issue of Elliott being dead, which still confused the hell outta me, Neferet was a powerful High Priestess. No damn way should she be letting a fledgling drink from her (even a dead one).

  There was a chapter about breaking Imprints, which I started reading, but it was just too depressing. Apparently it involved the aid of a powerful High Priestess, a lot of physical pain, especially on the part of the human, and even then the human and the vampyre had to be careful to stay away from each other or the Imprint could reestablish.

  I suddenly felt overwhelmingly weary. How long had it been since I'd really slept? More than a day. I glanced at my alarm clock. It was 6:10 A.M. It would be getting light soon. Feeling stiff and old I got up and put the book back on the shelf. Then I pulled open one side of the heavy curtains that completely covered the one large window in our room and blocked out all light from the outside. It was still snowing, and in the hesitant light of predawn the world looked innocent and dreamy. It was hard to imagine that such horrible things as teenagers being killed and dead fledglings being reanimated could have happened out there. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cool windowpane. I didn't want to think of either of those things right now. I was too tired … too confused … too unable to come up with the answers that I needed.

  My sleepy mind wandered. I wanted to lie down, but the cool window felt good against my forehead. Erik would be getting back later that day. The thought gave me equal pangs of pleasure and of guilt, which, of course, made me think of Heath.

  I'd probably Imprinted him. The thought scared me, but it also drew me. Would it be so awful to be emotionally and physi­cally tied to a sober Heath? Before I'd met Erik (or Loren) my an­swer would most definitely have been no, it wouldn't be awful. Now it wasn't the awfulness that I was worried about. It was the fact that I'd have to hide the relationship from everyone. Of course I could lie … the thought drifted like poison smoke through my overstressed mind. Neferet and even Erik knew that I'd been put in a situation a month ago where I drank Heath's blood—before I knew anything about bloodlust and Imprinting. I could pretend like I'd Imprinted him then. I'd already mentioned the possibility to Neferet. Maybe I could figure out a way to keep seeing both Heath and Erik .. .

  I knew my thoughts were wrong. I knew that seeing both of them was dishonest to both Erik and Heath, but I was so torn! I was really starting to care about Erik, plus he lived in my world and understood issues like the Change and embracing a totally new way of life. Thinking about breaking up with him made my heart hurt.

  But thinking about never seeing Heath again, never tasting his blood again … that made me feel like I was having a panic at­tack. I sighed again. If this was bad for me, it was probably a zil­lion times worse for Heath. After all, it'd been a month since I'd seen him, and all that time he'd been carrying
around a razor blade in his pocket just on the outside chance he might run into me. He'd stopped drinking and smoking because of what had happened between us. And he'd been eager to cut himself and let me drink his blood. Remembering, I shivered, and not because of the coolness of the window I was still pressing my forehead against. Desire made me shiver. The Soc textbook had described the reasons behind bloodlust in logical, dispassionate words that didn't begin to represent the truth of it.

  Drinking Heath's blood was an incredible turn on. Something I wanted to do again and again. Soon. Now, actually. I bit my lip to keep from moaning as I thought about Heath—the hardness of his body and the incredible taste of his blood.

  And suddenly it was as if a part of my mind lifted, like a string thrown out of a big ball of yarn. I could feel that piece of me searching … hunting ... tracking ... until it burst into a dark room and hovered above a bed. I sucked in my breath. Heath!

  He was lying flat on his back. His blond hair was tousled, mak­ing him look like a little boy. Okay, anyone would think the kid was totally cute. I mean, vamps were known for being stunningly beau­tiful and gorgeously handsome, and even a vamp would have to admit that Heath scored high on their own scale of good-looking.

  As if he could sense my presence, he stirred in his sleep, turn­ing his head and restlessly kicking off the sheet that covered him. He was naked except for a pair of blue boxers that had fat little green frogs all over them. The sight of them made me smile. But the smile froze on my face when I noticed that I could now see the thin pink line that ran down the side of his neck.

  That was where he'd cut himself with the razor blade and where I'd sucked his blood. I could almost taste it again—the heat and the dark richness of it, like melted chocolate, only a zil­lion times better.

  Unable to stop myself, I moaned, and at the same instant Heath moaned in his sleep.

  "Zoey …" he muttered dreamily, and shifted restlessly again.

  "Oh, Heath," I whispered. "I don't know what to do about us.” I knew what I wanted to do all too well. I wanted to ignore my exhaustion, get in my car, drive directly to Heath's house, sneak in the window of his bedroom (it's not like I hadn't done that be­fore), open the freshly closed cut in his neck, and let his sweet blood flood my mouth while I pressed my body against his and made love for the first time in my life.

  "Zoey!" This time Heath's eyes were fluttering open. He moaned again and his hand moved down to the hard lump in his pants and he began to—

  My eyes sprang open and I was back in my dorm room with my forehead pressed against the window, breathing entirely too heavily.

  My cell phone bleeped with the tone that said I had a text mes­sage. My hands were shaking as I flipped it open and read: I felt u here. Promise you'll meet me Friday.

  I took a deep breath and answered Heath with two words that made my stomach flutter with excitement. I promise.

  I closed the phone and turned it off. Then, forcing away the image of Heath with the unhealed cut on his neck, warm and de­sirable, obviously wanting me as much as I wanted him, I moved from the window and climbed into bed. Incredibly, my clock told me it was now 8:27 A.M. I'd been standing by the window for more than two hours! No wonder my body felt so stiff and crappy. I made a mental note to look up more info about Im­printing and the connection between the human and the vamp next time I was in the media center (which had better be soon). Before I turned off the little table lamp I glanced over at Stevie Rae. She was curled up on her side and her back was to me, but her deep breathing told me that she was definitely still asleep. Well, at least my friends didn't know what a bloodlust-filled, hornie freak I was turning into.

  I wanted Heath.

  I needed Erik.

  I was intrigued by Loren.

  I had no damn idea what I was going to do about the mess that my life had become.

  I smushed my pillow into a ball. I was so tired I felt like some­one had drugged me, but my mind still wouldn't shut itself off. When I woke up I'd see Erik again and probably Loren. I'd have to face Neferet. I'd perform my first ritual in front of a group of kids who would probably be happy to see me fail, or at least em­barrass myself miserably, and there was always the possibility that both would happen. Then there was the weirdness of know­ing that I'd seen what could only be Elliott's ghost behaving in a very unghostlike way. Not to mention another human teenager was dead and it was looking more and more as if a vamp had something to do with it.

  I closed my eyes and told my body to relax and my mind to concentrate on something pleasant, like ... like … how pretty the snow was .. .

  Slowly, exhaustion took over and I finally, gratefully, fell into a deep sleep.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Someone banging on the door pulled me awake from a dream about cat-shaped snowflakes.

  "Zoey! Stevie Rae! You're gonna be late!" Shaunee's voice sounded muffled but urgent through the door, like an annoying alarm covered up by a towel.

  "Okay, okay, I'm coming,” I called as I tried to struggle out of my covers while Nala complained loudly. I glanced at my alarm clock, which I hadn't bothered to set. I mean, it wasn't like it was a school day and I usually didn't sleep more than eight or nine hours at a time and—

  "Hell!" I blinked. Sure enough, the time was 9:59 P.M. I'd slept more than twelve hours? I stumbled to the door, pausing to shake Stevie Rae's leg.

  "Mumph," she muttered sleepily.

  I cracked the door. Shaunee was glaring at me.

  "Please with the sleeping all damn day! You two have got to stop staying up late if you can't get up. Erik's going to be per­forming in half an hour.”

  "Ah, hell!" I rubbed my face, trying to force myself awake. "I forgot all about that.”

  Shaunee rolled her eyes. "You better hurry up and get dressed. And slap some serious makeup on that pale face and do something about your nappy hair. Boyfriend's been looking all over for you.”

  "Okay, okay. Crap! I'm coming. Will you and Erin—”

  Shaunee put up her hand, cutting me off. "Please. We've al­ready got you covered. Erin's in the auditorium saving front row seats as we speak.”

  "Is that you, Mamma? I don't wanna go to school today ..." Stevie Rae mumbled, clearly not awake.

  Shaunee snorted.

  "We'll hurry. You guys just save those seats for us." I slammed the door shut and hurried over to Stevie Rae. "Wake up!" I shook her shoulder. She squinted and frowned up at me.

  "Huh?”

  "Stevie Rae, it's ten o'clock. P.M. We slept forever and now we're so late it's ridiculous.”

  "Huh?”

  "Just wake the hell up!" I snapped, taking out my frustration that I'd overslept on her.

  "Wha—" She looked blearily at the clock, and that seemed to finally get through to her. "Ohmygoodness! We're late.”

  I rolled my eyes. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. I'm gonna throw on something and work on my hair and makeup. You better jump in the shower. You look terrible.”

  "'Kay." She staggered into the bathroom.

  I yanked on a pair of jeans and a black sweater, and then got to work on my hair and makeup. I could not believe I'd totally blown off the fact that Erik was performing the Shakespearian monologue he'd taken to the competition. Actually, I hadn't even worried about how he'd placed, which was definitely not good girlfriend etiquette. Of course it wasn't like I didn't have other things on my mind, but still. Everyone thought I was the lucky girl who had caught Erik after he'd escaped from Aphrodite's nasty spiderweb (and by web I mean crotch). Hell, I thought I was lucky to have him, something that had been hard to remem­ber when I was sucking Heath's blood and flirting with Loren.

  "Sorry about oversleeping, Z." Stevie Rae came out of the bath­room in a gush of steamy air, towel-drying her short, blond curls. She was dressed a lot like I was, and she must still be half asleep because she looked pale and tired. She gave a huge yawn and stretched like a cat.

  "No, it's my fault." I felt bad for the wa
y I'd jumped on her be­fore. "I should have known with how little I've been sleeping that I needed to set my alarm." I guess it shouldn't have been a sur­prise that Stevie Rae hadn't gotten much sleep lately, either. We are best friends and she definitely knows when I'm overstressed. We probably both needed a good, long, comalike sleep.

  "I'll be ready in just a sec. I'm just gonna put on some mascara and gloss. My hair will dry in like two minutes anyway," Stevie Rae said.

  We were out of there in five minutes. No time for breakfast, we bolted out of the dorm and practically ran to the auditorium. We made it to seats Erin had saved for us just as the lights flicked on and off, announcing that there were two minutes before the pro­gram began, and for people to take their seats.

  "Erik stayed out here waiting for you until just a second ago," Damien said. I was glad to see he was sitting beside Jack. The two really did make a cute couple.

  "Is he mad?" I asked.

  "I'd say confused is a better description,” Shaunee said.

  "Or worried. He looked worried, too," Erin added.

  I sighed. "Did you not tell him that I'd overslept?”

  "Hence the reason my Twin said he looked worried," Shaunee said.

  "I filled him in on the deaths of the two friends of yours. Erik understands it's been hard on you, and that's why he looked wor­ried," Damien said, frowning at Shaunee and Erin.

  "I'm just sayin; Z, Erik is too hot to be stood up," Erin said. "Ditto, Twin," Shaunee said.

  "I did not—" I sputtered, but the lights going out cut me off.