This excerpt is from chapter 2 and is written from the vampires’ point of view. Antone and Desdemona are what the vampires in my novel call “pratilaca”, Serbian for “companions.” Amaia is 400 years old, Antone and Desdemona are 321 years old. The three are in a truck with humans they’ve taken hostage, kind of.
“Oh really?” Amaia said, looking at Desdemona.
“What is she talking about?” Antone asked.
They were in the forest now: the smell of damp trees, mud and animals fulled Desdemona’s nostrils; an owl or two and a tired hush were all that she could hear. For one moment, they overpowered the humans’ presence. Antone’s hand pressed on her shoulder and replaced the scent of nature with his own; his voice was the only thing she could hear. “Mona dear, what is she talking about?”
“I can’t believe she never told you… And you call yourselves pratilaca.”
“Marianne Ludlow, tell me now.”
Antone calling her by her human name was more than she could bear. “Half a century ago,” she started, a lone tear rolling down her perfect vampire skin, “I slipped up. Our side lost someone, but… Until now, only Amaia knew. Everybody thinks she just vanished. And she had a reputation for that—before she’d leave and then show up a decade later. Nobody thought she was… They never questioned her disappearance.”