Chapter 41 out of 48, and I still have narry a fucking clue as to what is going on.
I sat with my back pressed against the cool porcelain of the bathtub. The front and side of my shirt was clinging to me, water-soaked. Edward knelt beside me, a half-empty bottle of Holy Water in one hand. We were on the third bottle. I had thrown up only once. Bully for me.
Edward is cleaning Anita’s vampire bite. Silly vampire hunters, it takes three bites to infect and turn. Have you never read Bram Stoker’s Dracula? Edward starts expositing in his dialogue about how this should take forever, and that Anita needs to be have this done now before Nikky comes back before nightfall, and Nikky might be able to call her anyway despite the wound being clean. It is clunky and badly done.
The Holy Water burns Anita and she starts freaky out. Edward then suggests putting a cross against the bite. If the wound hasn’t been cleaned enough, the cross will scar her flesh.
The cross pressed against my skin, cool metal, no burning, no smoke, no seared flesh, no pain. I was pure, or as pure as I started out.
Anita, weren’t you raised a Catholic? Is original sin still believed in in Catholicism? (I honestly have no idea; I’m was raised in a broadly semi-Anglican way) She cries, and chastises herself for being weak. Edward is very helpful and escorts her into the penguin covered bed. Edward stands over her, guarding over her in case any day-walking vampires jump out on her. She falls asleep, as the psycho she suspects to be murdering people over own stands watch.
You’re very clever Anita.