Wednesday, February 28th
Patrick woke from a drunken stupor and surveyed his messy bedroom. The last three days were a blur. He remembered the meeting with the vampires, then Michael had taken him to the manor. Though there were no guests, Claudius was in the mood to party. Patrick had helped Jena arrange a pair of twin boys in the big tureen. They were just kids, maybe ten or eleven, with curly hair and pink cheeks. While Jena had set them up in the ballroom, Patrick stayed behind to throw up in the kitchen.
When Lennon took him home near dawn, he'd headed for Pam's house, on the other end of town, and spent the last of his money on enough drugs and booze to take it all away. The pills had run out yesterday, and booze didn't do anything to stop the rumbling in his stomach.
He stumbled
