Chapter 1Blood Lies and Cherry Pies

My brother is a vampire, and I'm a glutton.

One late night, I secretly drank from his blood pouch and discovered it was sweet!

He'd been pretending to be a vampire for ten years, all because I was obsessed with novels when I was little, and

begged for a vampire brother.

After learning the truth, I pulled my brother out of his "ice coffin,"

"Brother, go back to bed from now on. It's too cold here."

I absolutely can't let him know that what I was reading back then,

was a pseudo-incest novel.

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I never bring friends home. Like, ever.

I can't risk them finding out my brother’s secret—he’s a mutant vampire who survives on blood bags.

Other vampires are immortal, but since my brother, Ethan, only drinks animal blood, he grows and ages right alongside me.

We were both adopted by Grandma Sterling.

I figure Ethan’s birth parents must have dumped him at the foster home because he was a vampire. I don't care, though. I think it’s awesome.

I don’t mind that he’s a vampire, and he doesn’t mind that I'm a bottomless pit.