Chapter 6: Tears at the Funeral Home
Father-in-law’s funeral was rushed. In the funeral home, I comforted my mother-in-law.
She clung to me, sobbing, mascara streaking down her cheeks. I patted her back, murmuring empty words of comfort. My patience was thin.
After all, her turn was coming soon.
I could already taste her fear, sweet and sharp. Patience, I told myself. Soon.
As I stood up, my legs suddenly gave out. Amid the shouts of the crowd, a young ghost hunter with a silver crucifix leaped out from beside Carter:
“Vampire, you can’t escape! I already turned this funeral home into a soul-binding circle. You’re trapped!”
He was younger than I expected, face flushed with adrenaline, eyes blazing with conviction. He brandished the crucifix like a sword, daring me to move. I almost laughed.
I couldn’t get up, so I pleaded with tears in my eyes:
“Honey, listen to him spouting nonsense in the funeral home. Is that appropriate?”
My voice trembled, tears streaming down my face. The crowd murmured, unsure who to believe. The tension was thick.
Seeing my tear-streaked face, Carter hesitated. “Gideon, didn’t you say vampires can’t cry? She clearly has tears.”
He looked to the ghost hunter for answers, doubt flickering in his eyes. The room was silent.
“She drank your dad’s blood and gained back her senses. Didn’t I show you the handprints on your dad’s corpse last night with the True Fire Ritual? They match your wife’s!”
The accusation hung in the air, heavy as thunder. The funeral home was silent, everyone waiting for the next move.













