Description: Title Page Copyright Page Dedication Acknowledgements 1 - HUNTER FOR HIRE 2 - THE HUNGER 3 - BATHORY HIGH 4 - PSYCHO SLASHER CHAIN-SAW GUY FROM HELL 5 - KILLER AT LARGE 6 - HALLOWEEN 7 - AN UNEXPECTED INVITATION 8 - SECRETS EXPOSED 9 - SNOWFLAKES AND MEMORIES 10 - SIBERIA 11 - VIKAS 12 - HONORING TOMAS TOD 13 - MIND CONTROL 14 - TRAINING INTERRUPTED 15 - WHERE THE HEART IS 16 - THE HEALING POWER OF BLOOD 17 - TRAPPED 18 - THE FRIEND CODE 19 - A SON''S DUTY 20 - AN ENEMY REVEALED 21 - ET TU, JOSS? 22 - THE AFTERLIFE 23 - THE SILVER LINING DUTTON CHILDREN''S BOOKS A division of Penguin Young Readers Group Published by the Penguin Group Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, U.S.A. * Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Toronto, Ontario, Canada M4P 2Y3 (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.) * Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England * Penguin Ireland, 25 St Stephen''s Green, Dublin 2, Ireland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd) * Penguin Group (Australia), 250 Camberwell Road, Camberwell, Victoria 3124, Australia (a division of Pearson Australia Group Pty Ltd) * Penguin Books India Pvt Ltd, 11 Community Centre, Panchsheel Park, New Delhi - 110 017, India * Penguin Group (NZ), 67 Apollo Drive, Rosedale, North Shore 0632, New Zealand (a division of Pearson New Zealand Ltd.) * Penguin Books (South Africa) (Pty) Ltd, 24 Sturdee Avenue, Rosebank, Johannesburg 2196, South Africa * Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author''s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright 2008 by Heather Brewer All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who wishes to quote brief passages in connection with a review written for inclusion in a magazine, newspaper, or broadcast. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content. CIP Data is available. Published in the United States by Dutton Children''s Books, a division of Penguin Young Readers Group 345 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014 www.penguin.com/youngreaders ISBN: 9781440636059 This one''s for Jacob, because high school sucks ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Books may be written by writers, but they are perfected by an entire range of people who don''t receive the amount of praise they should. I''d like to thank my amazing editor, Maureen Sullivan, for working tirelessly to push me into bettering my craft, and for always having insightful ideas and a positive attitude. Thanks to everyone at Dutton, simply for doing everything that they can to make my dream a reality. Special thanks to my incredibly talented cover designer, Christian Funfhausen, for giving me the most kick-butt smiley a vampire author could ever want. And I owe an enormous amount of gratitude to my fabulous agent, Michael Bourret, for always giving me your shoulder, your eyes, your ears, and your brilliance. Without all of you, I''m just a hack with a keyboard and a thirst for blood. Many, many thanks to the most amazing critique partner a girl can have--Jackie Kessler, who never fails to amaze me with her skill and is quick with the sympathetic chocolates. Thanks, also, to my sister, Dawn Vanniman, for believing in me and for continuing to love Seth. And, of course, thanks to Paul, Jacob, and Alexandria--I don''t know how, but "you people" managed to stay out of my way long enough for me to write another book, and I love you for it. Thanks also to the future keepers of the Brewtopian kingdom, to my loyal Minion Horde, to every bookseller and librarian that has introduced Vlad to readers . . . and to you, the person holding this book, for giving Vlad a chance, and for following him into his high school years. Vlad and I couldn''t do it without you. 1 HUNTER FOR HIRE JASIK GRIPPED THE PHOTOGRAPH in his hand and scanned the face of the boy. Except for his pale complexion and clever eyes, no one would suspect the teen was anything other than human. But Jasik knew differently. "This is him, then?" He looked up to the man behind the desk, who nodded once. "Vladimir Tod." The man''s voice was hoarse and raspy. Jasik slipped the photo into his shirt pocket and cleared his throat against his fist. "I will need provisions, of course." "I will provide whatever you need." The man wore a bitter, pinched expression on his face. Jasik crossed the room and looked out the window to the city streets outside. It was dark, despite the many streetlights. People moved like ants on the pavement below, avoiding the small pools of light. There was almost no telling which were human and which vampires. Jasik wondered briefly if the sun suddenly rose and bathed them all in light, whether they would scurry away and seek their darkness elsewhere. "Might I ask how you came to know of my services?" The man behind the desk coughed into a handkerchief before answering. When he removed the cloth from his lips, it was stained with glistening red. "Let''s not play games, Jasik. I''ve known for many years that your . . . talents . . . can be bought. Will you hunt this boy, or not?" Jasik glanced back at the man and smirked. "My talents are expensive." "I assure you, there is no price that I am unwilling to pay." The man behind the desk leaned forward and flipped open his checkbook. After scribbling for a moment, he paused and nodded to Jasik. "All you need to do is provide me with the number of zeros." Jasik faced the desk and glimpsed the check. The ink had not yet dried before he said, "Three more and you''ve got a deal." 2 THE HUNGER VLAD SQUEEZED HIS EYES shut tight. He was awake, but he wasn''t incredibly happy about it. Weekends, even summer weekends, were meant for sleeping in ... especially when those weekends were spent hanging out super late under the full moon because your vampire genes won''t let you go to bed before they''ve had their fill of nighttime. Even more so when you only had a matter of days before the joy of summer would be over and the dread of school would begin. A low, buzzing sound drifted over his face, paused, then moved again toward his right ear. He popped open one eye and glared in disgust at the housefly that was hovering about the room. So that''s what had woken him. The fly fluttered over and landed on the tip of Vlad''s nose. He swatted it away, and when it took refuge on his pillow, he smacked his hand down to squash it, but missed. Vlad grumbled obscenities under his breath. What did the fly have against sleep, anyway? Flapping its tiny wings, it buzzed across the room and landed directly on the center of Henry''s forehead. After a moment of hesitation, Vlad crept over to Henry''s sleeping bag. He raised his hand slowly, giving the fly one final chance to move. He whispered, "Don''t think I won''t do it." The fly responded by washing its gross little fly face. If it could have spoken, Vlad was almost positive it would have laughed at him. Vlad brought his hand down fast and hard. The slapping sound his palm made when it hit Henry''s skin echoed throughout his bedroom but was shortly covered by a yelp from Henry, who sat up, clutching his forehead. "Dude!" Vlad straightened his shoulders, triumphant in battle. "There was a fly." Henry rubbed his forehead, snarling in disgust. "Well, did you at least kill it?" "Yeah, I think so." The fly buzzed past his ear and out the door. Vlad swore again but was cut off by Henry. "I smell bacon." But it wasn''t the smell of bacon that called to Vlad. It was the promise of a steamy mug of O positive and a gooey cinnamon roll, Aunt Nelly''s specialty. One big plus of living with Nelly--who was actually no relation to him at all, but his mother''s best friend for years and years before his parents had passed on--was that she could bake cinnamon rolls so sweet and delicious that if she had the determination and funding, she could easily give Cinnabon a run for their money. Just stay away from her meat loaf. They raced out the door and down the stairs. By the time they reached the kitchen, they were panting and famished. Henry spotted the plate of crisp bacon on the table and grunted. "Food." Vlad opened the freezer and grabbed a bag of blood. He plucked a coffee mug from the cupboard and nudged Henry out of the way as he headed for the microwave. "Food." Aunt Nelly turned from her spot at the stove and chuckled. "I take it that means you boys are hungry?" But neither Vlad nor Henry answered with any sound that could be classified as a yes or a no. Henry was too busy chewing on several slices of bacon at once, and Vlad had his head tilted back as he gulped down some warm O positive. It slid down his throat easily--it was always better warm--and when his thirst was quenched, he smacked his lips in satisfaction and reached for a c

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