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down.”
    “Good night, Mr. Wanderlind,” he said and then headed back to his room.
    I thought over Hugo’s words and shook my head. “Out of the mouths of giants,” I muttered to myself.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
    Haley
     
     
    Dorian Vanderlind was the most infuriating man on the planet. There were a lot of words in the English language that could describe him: conceited, egomaniacal, annoying, overconfident ―  the list went on and on ― but if it had to be boiled down to one word, I think infuriating covered it nicely. That word really hit the coffin nail on the head.
    Who did he think he was flying in from Europe to criticize me? He was the one that took off and left me to fend for myself. I might have told him that I didn’t need him around, but that was beside the point. He should have known that I needed him. I didn’t know how to act like a vampire. I hated having to make it up as I went.
    And what was that hand holding thing? What was that all about? If I didn’t know it to be the exact opposite, I might think that he actually wanted to be with me. It wasn’t fair for him to try to manipulate me that way. I stormed up and down the alley for a bit, my emotions were at war. I wanted to scream and cry at the same time. Dorian was just so damn good looking and just so damn… everything! I was so frustrated that I didn’t know what to do with myself.
    I needed to talk to someone. I needed a friend. The only friend I almost had in the whole stinking town was Erika and we’d only been friends for half a day before I was turned into a vampire. But talking to her had to be better than stomping around the alley, raging to myself. I launched into the air and started heading toward her house. It was only after I had been airborne for several seconds that I remembered that I didn’t really know how to fly.
    I quickly lost altitude, nearly crashing to the ground. But then I managed to steady myself and stay aloft. I was a bit wobbly, but still, I was flying! I’d never been able to successfully fly before. I’d been able to levitate a little and I was getting better at controlled falling, but flying was tricky. It would have been nice if Dorian had shown me how to do it before disappearing on me. I made a note to ask him for some pointers, if I ever saw him again. I was doing better as I crossed the highway, but I was having trouble maintaining altitude and kept having to dodge power lines and avoid getting snagged on the tops of trees.
    I had only been to Erika’s house once, but it was a memorable occasion for me. Mostly because it was the only time a girl from Tiburon had invited me over just to be social. For whatever reason, I had not been accepted by the students of Tiburon High School. It sounded pathetic, but it was true. So Erika’s house loomed large in my memory.
    It was interesting that mortals always needed someone to exclude. There always had to be the outsider. If there wasn’t someone who was out, then how would the popular kids know that they were in?
    Erika wasn’t like that. She was easily the most beautiful girl in Tiburon. As a matter of fact, she modeled in Asia during the summers. She was very popular, but she had gone out of her way to be friendly to me. Even when the other kids were laughing at me and calling me nasty names. That took a special kind of bravery from a girl.
    By the time I arrived at her house, I’d stabilized a little with my flying. I knew I wasn’t cutting an elegant figure as I soared across the sky, but that was Dorian thinking. I was flying. That seemed pretty good to me.
    The second story windows on Erika’s house all had these little micro-balconies. They weren’t exactly for sitting out on. I think they were mostly decorative or for flower pots or something. After circling around the house, I figured out the window I thought accessed Erika’s room. I took a seat on the