Clover wanted sleep, but that was not what she needed to do. She needed to find Marie, the camp director, and tell her what happened.

"You can go and relax," Clover said. "I'll go tell Marie."

"Okay, thanks," Xaria said, walking away.

Clover started toward the directors' cabin. Soon, she arrived. Marie was standing on the front porch, frowning. She was holding a mug of something and was staring into the distance.

"Marie," Clover said, getting the director's attention. "They are dead."

Marie stirred the contents of her mug and looked up at Clover with a smirk. "I sure hope you didn't burn the bodies."

"I didn't. They will come alive on the next full moon. Don't worry."

"Good, niece. You did well."

"Yeah, about that... What is the point of this? Why did you make Smoke and Kiwi kidnap all these campers?"

"I have my reasons."

"But, Aunt Marie, you're not even a vampire."

"Exactly. That's the point. I hate vampires."

"So you kidnap and kill campers so they can't become vampires themselves? Why Smoke and Kiwi?"

"I used to love Smoke, but he didn't love me. He wanted someone young and beautiful."

"So what's next for me?"

"Go back and tell everyone they are safe and Smoke and Kiwi are dead. When they come back I'll kidnap the rest of the campers. Once I kill all the campers, you will kill the vampires with your cousin, Theo."

"Theo is dead."

Marie grinned. "Or so you thought. And I know about Esme and Brooks... I need you to go burn their bodies now."

Clover shuttered.

Would she kill her friends?

Was it worth it?

Would they still be her friend even if they found out what she had been doing?

How did Marie even know that Brooks and Esme were dead?

Should she stop now?

Even if she wanted to... How could she stop this mess?

The questions ran through Clover's head like a stampede of rhinos. The dust of the animals' hooves seemed to make the answers unclear.

Then, all of a sudden, the dust cleared.

Clover knew what she had to do.