By Linda Lael Miller
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A pink message slip lay on his desk amid the general clutter of diagrams of potential plays, evaluation forms, magazines and mail. Max picked it up, feeling a small tremor of fear as he did so. Since the accident, and Sandy's instantaneous death, he had been well aware of the fragility of human life. On some level he was always braced for disaster, and knew it could come from any direction. Even a simple telephone message could sometimes shake him up. "Dr. Kwo called," one of the clerks in the high school's reception office had written in a neat, loopy hand.
Again he tried to wake up, to break out of the dream. Again he was unsuccessful. Sandy was about to die, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. No way to warn her, or even to say good-bye. He was caught inside his smiling, dreaming self. He tried to memorize the look of her—slender, tall, with laughing eyes and curly light brown hair—the clean, fresh-air scent of her, the sweet sound of her voice. They left the restaurant parking lot, cruised along city streets, pulled onto the freeway.
There was no love lost between her father and the vampire she thought of as an uncle, although he had been the one to transform Calder to an immortal more than a century before. "Heaven forbid," he said, "that I should be anything like Valerian, beguiling monster that he is. " Kristina saw that Calder was growing wearier by the moment as morning drew near; he spoke slowly and seemed unusually distracted. She smiled. "You need to rest now," she said, "so I won't keep you from your bed. " He squeezed her shoulders lightly.