English is not hard. I already spoke Romanian, German, and Hungarian. We learn Latin in school. Between Latin and German, I recognized many English words.
"pulling up stakes"
“I am from Brasov, in Romania.” “Brasov is past the forest,” I said. “We call this area Transylvania.”
I am from Brasov, in Romania.
My father came home from the new job Uncle Ian had arranged for him. “It is still dark,” he said. “And there is some confusion. The people at the factory do not know Ian. All day, they send me from one person to another.
Nobody knows about this job. I think Ian made another big mistake.”
“It has red, red sauce. As red as blood. Hot, salty blood with little chunks that are just like clots. Doesn’t that sound irresistible?”
Everyone became quiet. Jonas had told me that when the sun rose, the whole crowd would cheer. Nearby, I saw Zinah. She was watching me. But my thoughts weren’t on her—at least not all of my thoughts. I was thinking about my friends. My good friends Jonas and Mack. I finally had a gift I could give them.
I have to go
Zinah touched the side of her beautiful neck. “Do you want to kiss me here?” “Maybe later,” I said. I wanted to kiss her everywhere. But I knew she’d be puzzled if I kissed her neck without biting it. And before I kissed her again, there was something I had to say. A man of honor never lies to a lady. I had to be honest with her. “I am not a vampire,” I said to her. “I am just a young man of flesh and blood. Vampires are not real.” I spoke the truth to her.