Chapter Eighteen
It's hard to keep my pace even as I approach my flat, but not having run into Oscar at all on the way, and thankfully not seeing any evidence of a new vampire on a rampage, has me more worried than ever.
I pull out Benedict's phone and dial Oscar's number. I want to give him a final call before I go up to my flat and have to face the truth of the matter.
"Please pick up. Please, Oscar, please." It does no good, and his voicemail sounds again.
I shove the phone back in my pocket and rush into the building. I take the steps two at a time, and reach my door quickly. I push on it, but find it's locked still. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. The best I can hope for right now is that he's fallen unconscious from a lack of blood. If that's the case, I suspect
