Here’s another excerpt from the book. Some background on this scene: Molly is a cop, she and Walter are good friends, and a guy named Tate has just shot Walter in the head. Okay, you’re caught up.
I yanked at the bullet the instant I felt it protrude from my head and tossed it away.
That’s when I realized I wasn’t alone. Though the storm in my head had yet to subside, I forced myself up and looked to my left.
There was Molly. Gun drawn, wide-eyed, screaming in terror.
“Molly!” I growled, squeezing my eyes shut. “I really need you to stop screaming!”
She ignored me, of course.
I tried again, even though yelling hurt so much it made me see bursts of color like fireworks behind my eyes.
She finally stopped screaming, but did not calm down. As I stumbled to my feet and tried to focus on something besides the pain, she kept her gun trained tight on me.
“What are you doing here?” I rasped while gently massaging my forehead and face.
“You were dead!” She yelled. I flinched at the sound. More fireworks.
“I’m aware. I’ll explain that in just a tic, but first I need you to calm down and–”
“Calm down? You’re a fucking zombie, Walt, I am not going to calm down!”
My friendship with Molly had arrived at a moment. The moment. The one I’d thus far managed to avoid in all my human friendships. I was not in the proper condition to have this discussion, but since there as no way around it, I grit my teeth and dove in. “First off, I am not a zombie.”
“I took your pulse. You were dead. Now you’re up and moving. How the hell is that not a zombie?”
I opened my eyes tentatively. A few errant rays of dusky light peeked through the trees, but not enough to aggravate the throbbing in my head, so I looked Molly straight in the eye before I spoke. “Technically I’m just as dead now as I was before the bullet.”
Molly’s eyes bulged. “My question stands!”
“Volume,” I whimpered, cringing. “The first thing you need to know is that I would never hurt you. Second thing, there’s no such thing as zombies. Third thing–and please don’t shoot me when I say this because it does hurt, a lot . . . I’m a Vampire.”
Molly’s gun wobbled. “Bullshit,” she said.
“You go right to zombie, but you won’t believe Vampire? Really?”
She blinked at me.
“Hey, you just saw me pull a bullet out of my head! And look,” I wiped the blood away from my face and leaned toward her, “see? No bullet hole. It’s gone. Healed.”
Molly lowered her gun just a tiny bit and took a cautious step toward me, squinting at my forehead. She took one hand off the butt of her gun. “Pinch me,” she ordered with arm outstretched.
I obliged.
“What was that? I said pinch not tickle.”
I obliged again.
This time she winced and jerked her arm back. “Okaaaaay,” she said slowly after a moment of silent staring, obviously worried about the state of her sanity. “Um . . . do you have . . . fangs and stuff?
“Yes.”
“Let me see them.”
I shook my head. “Molly–”
“Do it, Walter! If I’m gonna accept this, I gotta see it!”
I doubted the wisdom of showing her my predatory face, but I relented anyway because I knew Molly. She would not be talked into any other option. I put my hands up slowly and took three large steps backward. I assured her again that I would never hurt her, then I dropped fang.
She stifled a scream and her whole body jerked as though she’d been hit with an electric current. I could hear her heart racing. Her gun was, of course, trained directly at my head again. I stood stone still and watched silently as she struggled to gain control of herself. “Holy Mother of Fuck, you’re a Vampire!” she said finally.
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