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down that path, and the vines kind of cringe away from him, and then he
bends over Cris. And I want to scream and I think I’m maybe going to throw
up again, and the apple limb is squashing me, and even Jeremy is quiet,
be-cause there’s something really nasty about the way he’s looking at Cris.

Then he puts his hand on Cris’s throat and Cris screams.

It’s not real loud, it’s like how you scream in a nightmare when you
want to scream really loud and it just comes out little and breathy. But it’s an
awful scream, and his eyes are closed, and he’s kind of twitching, like he’s
trying to struggle or wake up or something. And all the time he’s screaming.

And I really want to puke.

And Jeremy looks like he does, too.

“Not much longer,” Mr. Teleomara says quietly and that razor-blade
mist starts forming around Cris. “A few more sessions and I’m done with
you. You’ll be a husk. Empty. A few more First Born and I’ll have it all.” Then
he strokes Cris’s face, like real tenderly, and that makes my skin crawl.
“Sleep well, child,” he says. “We don’t want anything to happen to you. Yet.”
Then he laughs and walks away, back through the door, past the shivering
vines.

And the door closes.

“Holy shit, what was that all about?” Jeremy’s voice is sort of lemony.
“What did he do to Cris?”

“Nothing good.” I start scrambling down the wall.

“Are you crazy?” Jeremy leans down. “What if he comes back? This
is right out of a late-night vampire movie.”

“He didn’t bite Cris.” But yeah, he’s kind of right. And I keep one eye
on that door as I scramble through the stupid vines, which leave me alone
for once. “Cris, Cris, wake up.” I shake him, really scared now.

“Is he okay?” Jeremy leans over my shoulder.

I thought he’d be on his way home by now. “I don’t know.”

But then Cris blinks, yawns, and smiles at us. “Sorry. Guess I fell
asleep waiting for you. How was school today? Did you see that weird
principal again?”

Jeremy and I look at each other. “It’s still today,” Jeremy says. “We
didn’t leave.”

He doesn’t sound like he’s going to go home and play with his Xbox