When 16-year-old Kerry helps a young man escape from a group of men who claim he is a vampire, she finds herself faced with some bizarre and dangerous choices. Excerpt The laundry owner grabbed hold of Kerry's shoulders and shook her. "You don't understand," he said to her. "He isn't human. He isn't alive." "What?" Kerry was still looking at Sidowski, but the owner said, "Him," nodding toward the boy. "What?" she repeated. "He's a vampire," the owner answered. "One of the living dead. He kills people to feed on their blood." Their prisoner shook his head, wearing an expression of horror on his fact that probably mirrored her own. Roth took him roughly by the jaw, forcing back his lips to reveal canine teeth that were slightly longer and sharper than normal but certainly nothing to get alarmed about. A vampire, Kerry thought. They think he's a vampire, and they're hoping very hard that I'm not one, too. It wasn't enough to step into the middle of what looked to be a ritual execution between rival gangs or druggies or international terrorists. She had to fall into a nest of grade-A crazies.