Chapter 47 ~Casper~

PEERING INTO ANGEL'S EYES, IT WAS LIKE looking into a sad, deflated birthday balloon of his soul. And boy, was he in a pickle! “Listen, pal,” he said, desperation leaking from every pore, “I need your help! This whole vampire thing is ruining my life and I wanna be the boss of it, not the other way around. I’m sick of being a fanged horror story.”

I gave him the old once-over, feeling sympathy for this guy, all twisted up inside. He saw himself as a total monster, leaving chaos in his wake like a clumsy bull in a china shop. He thought he was cursed to leave bloody fang marks everywhere he went. Talk about a recipe for guilt!

“I hear you,” I said with a sigh, feeling his pain down to my toes. “You’re carrying a ton of baggage and the past is hanging onto you like a leech on a swimmer. But, you know what they say—even the darkest night has to split when the sun comes up. There’s always hope, even for the vampire who lost his way.”

I patted his shoulder, all friendly-like. “You h