Chapter 27
“What do you mean I can’t go outside?”
Slatter was the town drunk. He was also a bully: huge, loud, and constantly throwing his weight around. He was mean when he was drinking – which, until recently, had been all the time. He’d been fuming for days that as a vampire, he could no longer get drunk. Sober, he was meaner than ever.
The night before, he’d accidentally discovered that if he gulped down the blood of an intoxicated human, the effect was like the best drunk he’d ever had. He couldn’t wait for night to fall again.
“It’s against the Rules,” Hoss said. He was calm and measured and sounded like the adult, while the older and bigger Slatter sounded like an aggrieved teenager.
“What rules?” Slatter shouted. “We’re f*****g vampires!”
“The Rules are for your own protectio
