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kids, and what happens? I meet a vamp who tells me I’m the only one who can redeem his soul. Oh, yeah, like I bet that happens to every other girl who goes to Europe.
    â€œI just want a normal life,” I yelled at Benedikt. “Is that so wrong? I am not Buffy the Vampire Slayer!”
    A little grunt escaped him as he got to his knees. “Good. I’m not up to playing Angel if you’re going to be attacking me very often.”
    I stood at the front of the tent, part of me twitching to get away from him, the other part wanting to apologize. All he had done was be nice to me, and I repaid that kindness by kicking him where it counts. Oh, good one, Fran.
    â€œYou watch Buffy ?” my stupid mouth asked. It was like I was possessed or something. I should have been running or apologizing, not standing there talking TV with an honest-to-Goddess Moravian Dark One. “Which season was your fave?”
    â€œThird.” He got to his feet, breathing heavily as he stood doubled over, his hands on his knees.
    â€œOh. I like the fourth. Spike rocks.” He didn’t say anything, just slowly straightened up until he was standing more or less normally. “Um. Are you okay?”
    He nodded, his hand twitching like he wanted to rub himself but couldn’t because I was there. I felt guiltier than ever.
    â€œI’m sorry.”
    I stared at him, blinking like an idiot. “What?”
    â€œI said I’m sorry.”
    I blinked even more until I realized what I was doing. “You’re apologizing to me? For what?”
    â€œFrightening you. I shouldn’t have dumped it all on you so soon.”
    â€œOh.” My inner Fran, the annoying one who always tries to make me do the right thing, nudged me hard. “Um. I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Well, I did because you were getting bossy with me, but now I’m sorry you did. I mean, I’m sorry I did. We both did.” Great, now I sounded like a lunatic. If he was in any doubt that I was the queen freak of all freaks before, he wouldn’t be now. A lunatic freak.
    â€œYou’re not a freak,” he said tiredly, like it was something he said a lot.
    â€œWill you stop that! No one gets into my mind unless I invite them.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” he said again, and rubbed his neck.
    Before I knew what I was doing, I stepped forward and touched the red mark on his neck where I had hit him. He stood still, his hands at his sides as I gently felt around his Adam’s apple. His skin was warm. “I thought vamps were supposed to be dead. How come you’re warm?”
    He placed my hand on his chest, over his heart. I could feel it thumping away in there just like anyone else’s heart. “Do I feel dead?”
    â€œNo.” I let my fingers wander over to the silver Celtic cross that hung from his neck. “You can wear a cross.”
    â€œI can.”
    â€œYou’re not dead and you can wear a cross.” I gave him my best squinty eyes. “Are you sure you’re a Dark One?”
    Quite sure . He laughed into my mind.
    â€œHey!”
    He held up a hand and grinned. “Sorry. Won’t happen again. Not unless you invite me first.”
    â€œIt’d better not.” I took a step back and nibbled my lip as I looked at him. “How come you’re not mad at me for hitting you?”
    â€œI frightened you. I don’t blame you for what you did.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    His eyes had lightened while we were talking, but they suddenly went black again. He didn’t say anything.
    â€œAnyone else would have been pissed at me, but you’re not. Why? Because you think I’m you’re salvation?”
    He just stood there, one hand in his jeans pocket, the other hanging open and relaxed, his eyes glittering like those shiny black stones Mom sometimes uses—hematite, they’re called.
    â€œI’m sixteen, Ben.”
    His