When I came to, I was on the cement floor, the letter atop my chest. I stared at the paper, frowning as I rubbed my neck. “My dearly departed cousin had a sick sense of humor.”
“Nope,” came the voice that caused my body to quiver, eyes to glance up and then blink.
“What do you mean nope, Igor?”
He was staring down at me. “Nope, no sense of humor at all.” He paused and scratched his chin. “Though on occasion he did grin at the Snapple caps.” Then he shrugged. “In any case, I assume that he told you his little secret, judging from your now-prone position and the look of disbelief on your face.”
I groaned. “That he’s a…that I’m a…”
“Vampire,” he calmly stated, finishing the sentence, ridiculous as it sounded. “Yes, sir, he was, as are you.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows. “There’s no s
