Later that night, as Damien drove me home, realization struck.
             “Oh my gosh. I just killed Dracula’s son,” I glanced over at him, “with the help of his other son.”
             “Oh yeah, dad won’t be too happy when he finds out about that,” shrugged Damien. “Don’t worry, I should be able to throw him off of our trail for a while.”
             “But what happens when he does find out?” I was panicking, I know, but we had just killed Dracula’s son. I shuddered to think of what would become of us when we were discovered.
             “Vic,” he stopped the car in front of my house. “Relax. If dad tries anything, we’ll just do to him what we did to Blain, that’s all.”
             His words had such a calming affect that I had to make sure everything was in focus and it wasn’t another vampire trick of Blain’s. But everything was clear. Better then clear, because, for the first time in weeks, I was happy.
             And I relaxed.