The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod: Twelfth Grade Kills Read Online Free PDF

what he was doing, despite his utter surprise that he knew what he was doing.
    As he moved, he snatched the stake from Friendly’s hand. He stopped behind the Slayer and shot his arm forward, the Slayer’s back cracking audibly as bones snapped, and Vlad sent him flying. Moments later, Friendly hit the pavement behind Scar and Baldy, moaning, but unmoving.
    Grumpy growled and swung his stake at Vlad, but Vlad ducked back, then grabbed him by the arm and whipped him to the side, where Grumpy bounced off the wall of the adjacent building and landed in an unconscious heap. As he turned back to the remaining Slayers, Vlad swore he heard one comment on his eyes, which meant they’d probably turned iridescent purple again.
    He wasn’t exactly surprised.
    Vlad raised a sharp eyebrow at Scar, and quipped, “Still sure you wanna do this?”
    By the look in his eye, Vlad was certain that not only did Scar want to engage him, he wanted to kill him. Vlad shook his head, sighing. “All right then, cupcake. You better bring it.”
    Insult crossed Scar’s eyes and he stepped forward. As he did so, Vlad jumped up, planting his foot on the Slayer’s thigh. He flipped his body backward, and as he turned completely over in the air, he brought his foot up hard, kicking Scar in the jaw. The crack of breaking bone silenced all noises around them. Vlad flipped over, then focused on his body, willing it upward, until he came to land on the side of the building—feet flat against the wall, body parallel to the ground—perfectly perched on the bricks there, held in place by his newfound mastery of his hovering abilities.
    It. Was. COOL.
    Even Vlad didn’t really believe he was capable of all of these moves, even if Vikas had worked with him all during his junior year to get him used to the powers he now possessed.
    He only wished Henry had been there to see all the Slayer butt he was kicking.
    Then Vlad saw something that stole the smile from his face.
    Baldy had withdrawn his stake from its holster. He whipped it up at Vlad and Vlad bent back, but almost too late. The silver tip tore through the fabric of his shirt—right over his heart. His skin was scratched and stung like crazy, but Vlad couldn’t focus on that. He was too angry, too furious that these Slayers didn’t know when to quit.
    Just like Joss.
    Maybe all Slayers were alike.
    He jumped from the building’s side and came down hard, pulling Scar’s and Baldy’s heads down with him, cracking them against the pavement. In one fell swoop, he’d knocked them unconscious and walked away, as if nothing had happened.
    Three steps out of the alley, Vlad stopped and looked back at the wounded Slayers.
    What was he becoming? What on earth was he becoming?

4
    A TASTE OF INSANTIY
    V LAD SANK DOWN IN THE BACKSEAT of Otis’s car. His thoughts were clouded with the knowledge that he’d just kept two secrets from his uncle in a single day. He hadn’t mentioned the Slayers, he hadn’t told him about drinking from Dorian, and he wasn’t exactly certain why he’d kept those details from Otis.
    Otis pulled into Nelly’s driveway and had just barely come to a stop before Vlad was out the door and inside the house, up the stairs, and pacing back and forth across his bedroom. Vlad was stressed, but more than that he was afraid. Afraid of what he was becoming, afraid of the immense powers that he now possessed.
    On one hand, he didn’t want these powers, didn’t want anything at all to do with freaky Pravus powers. But on the other ... it was really cool knowing that he was capable of almost superhero moves. Still, it scared him to think that he might lose himself in the moment, that he was truly capable of causing someone real harm. It was enough to make his head spin.
    Enough to make him crazy.
    He waited for a good hour, pacing back and forth as quietly as he was able, until the house had gone quiet and Vlad was certain that Nelly was in bed and sleeping. Then he put his plan into