“No idea,” said Gert, still tilting her head and her goiter. “Maybe revenge. I mean, many of them must have gotten killed.”
“But if it wasn’t for revenge,” said Mack, “then what else could it be?”
“I think I know,” said Mama Bolinski. “This thing you are, vampire, it is like curse, black magic curse. You kill all the vampires, you kill the curse.” She spat on the floor and wiped her hands. I ignored it, seeing as the floor hadn’t been cleaned in ages, and a little spit might go a long way. “You are last one, Jack. They kill you, they can go back to being human.”
“But that’s not true, that killing us all would do that,” I pretty much whined. “I think.” I turned to Steven. “Right?”
He shrugged. “Doubtful, seeing as it’s genetic and certainly not magic, black or otherwise. In any case, I
