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wasnât scared. It was just a book. It couldnât hurt me. Nothing could hurt me. Except stupid Sinclair. No, that wasnât true. I was mad because he was keeping secrets, that was all. My king shouldnât keep secrets. The king shouldnât keep secrets, is what I meant.
The king. Sure. Some king. Fat lot of help he was to me, or anybody. Okay, there was that whole fighting for my crown and almost dying incident, but he wanted power, not me. He knew stuff, private stuff about me, but instead of sitting down for a helpful chin-wag with me, he kept secrets and was all, âDonât read the Book too long in one sitting or youâll go insane.â If that didnât work when I was a freshman in bio, it wasnât going to work now.
âShalt be Vampyres and shalt be a Queen and King of Vampyres. But first the Vampyres will have no rule and shalt be chaos for twelve and a thousand yeares.â
Right, right, I was following. That was Nostro and all the other little tin-pot dictators making Fiends and generally being disgusting. There really werenât any bosses until Sinclair and I came along. Which was weird, if you sat down and thought about it. Human beings had always had bossesâ¦kings, queens, presidents, loan officers. Vampires managed to avoid them, by accident or design, until I came along.
See, what happened was, one vampire would intimidate and torture a bunch of others until he or she was ostensibly in charge, until another, jerkier one came along, and the whole thing started all over again.
Maybe they werenât so different from humans after all.
âAfter chaos shalt be the Pretender, destined to dust. A Queen shall ryse, who has powyer beyond that of the vampyre. The thyrst shall not consume her, and the cross never will harm her, and the beasts will befryend her, and she will rule the dead. The Pretender shalt overstep and the Queen will overcome.â
Hmm, how âbout that? I shallll overrrrrcommmeâ¦
âAnd the first who shall noe the Queen as a husband noes his Wyfe shall be the Queenâs Consort and shall rule at her side for a thousand yeares.
âAnd the Queen shall noe the dead, all the dead, and neither shall they hide from her nor keep secrets from her.â
Yeah, yeah, I knew all this. Tina and Sinclair had told me this around the time Nostro bit true dust. And what they didnât tell me I found out on my ownâapparently I could see ghosts. Unlike Haley Joel Osmentâs claims, they did know they were dead.
As for keeping secrets, the Book of the Yukky was wrong, wrong, wrong. Thatâs all the dead did these days.
âThe Queenâs sister shalt be Belovâd of the Morning Star, and shalt take the Worlde.â
Beloved of the morning star? I figured that was fancy talk for the devil. Take the world? Take it where? Take it over? Ack! So not only did I have a secret evil sister, but she was fated to take over the world, just like I was fated to rule the vampires with Sinclair?
Damn. Quite the family tree. What was up with my dadâs genetics?
And what was the big deal? Why not tell me? Okay, it sounded bad when you just blurted it out: âYouâre the queen; if you have sex with me, Iâm the king; your sister is the devilâs daughter and might or might not take over the world. Cream and sugar?â But was that really so fucking hard to say?
I was starting to get a headache, which wasnât uncommon since I had been reading forâ¦what? I looked at my watch. Jesus, Iâd been locked in here for three hours! And Iâd read maybe ten pages. I didnât have this much trouble with an Umberto Eco novel.
It was the text. It was almost impossible to read this archaic crap which, I might add, had never been spell checked.
And the headache. How could I concentrate when my head was throbbing like a fucking rotten tooth?
But you donât get headaches anymore.
It was so fucking hard to
The king. Sure. Some king. Fat lot of help he was to me, or anybody. Okay, there was that whole fighting for my crown and almost dying incident, but he wanted power, not me. He knew stuff, private stuff about me, but instead of sitting down for a helpful chin-wag with me, he kept secrets and was all, âDonât read the Book too long in one sitting or youâll go insane.â If that didnât work when I was a freshman in bio, it wasnât going to work now.
âShalt be Vampyres and shalt be a Queen and King of Vampyres. But first the Vampyres will have no rule and shalt be chaos for twelve and a thousand yeares.â
Right, right, I was following. That was Nostro and all the other little tin-pot dictators making Fiends and generally being disgusting. There really werenât any bosses until Sinclair and I came along. Which was weird, if you sat down and thought about it. Human beings had always had bossesâ¦kings, queens, presidents, loan officers. Vampires managed to avoid them, by accident or design, until I came along.
See, what happened was, one vampire would intimidate and torture a bunch of others until he or she was ostensibly in charge, until another, jerkier one came along, and the whole thing started all over again.
Maybe they werenât so different from humans after all.
âAfter chaos shalt be the Pretender, destined to dust. A Queen shall ryse, who has powyer beyond that of the vampyre. The thyrst shall not consume her, and the cross never will harm her, and the beasts will befryend her, and she will rule the dead. The Pretender shalt overstep and the Queen will overcome.â
Hmm, how âbout that? I shallll overrrrrcommmeâ¦
âAnd the first who shall noe the Queen as a husband noes his Wyfe shall be the Queenâs Consort and shall rule at her side for a thousand yeares.
âAnd the Queen shall noe the dead, all the dead, and neither shall they hide from her nor keep secrets from her.â
Yeah, yeah, I knew all this. Tina and Sinclair had told me this around the time Nostro bit true dust. And what they didnât tell me I found out on my ownâapparently I could see ghosts. Unlike Haley Joel Osmentâs claims, they did know they were dead.
As for keeping secrets, the Book of the Yukky was wrong, wrong, wrong. Thatâs all the dead did these days.
âThe Queenâs sister shalt be Belovâd of the Morning Star, and shalt take the Worlde.â
Beloved of the morning star? I figured that was fancy talk for the devil. Take the world? Take it where? Take it over? Ack! So not only did I have a secret evil sister, but she was fated to take over the world, just like I was fated to rule the vampires with Sinclair?
Damn. Quite the family tree. What was up with my dadâs genetics?
And what was the big deal? Why not tell me? Okay, it sounded bad when you just blurted it out: âYouâre the queen; if you have sex with me, Iâm the king; your sister is the devilâs daughter and might or might not take over the world. Cream and sugar?â But was that really so fucking hard to say?
I was starting to get a headache, which wasnât uncommon since I had been reading forâ¦what? I looked at my watch. Jesus, Iâd been locked in here for three hours! And Iâd read maybe ten pages. I didnât have this much trouble with an Umberto Eco novel.
It was the text. It was almost impossible to read this archaic crap which, I might add, had never been spell checked.
And the headache. How could I concentrate when my head was throbbing like a fucking rotten tooth?
But you donât get headaches anymore.
It was so fucking hard to
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