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Omar thinks he's flying to New York for work experience in a laboratory - but he's kidnapped en route and taken far away. With no possibility of escaping, he's forced to work with other vampires in a cutting-edge science establishment - but their methods are unorthodox and unethical, and he doesn't want to be involved. Is Omar the experimenter - or is he the subject?Edgy and exciting, this book is a fantastic addition to the vampire genre. Part of the clever Vampire Dawn series, this story intertwines fascinating historical (vampire) figures with the contemporary world a group of smartphones and the internet. After reading the first book, Die Now or Live Forever, the books can be read in any order. This book is ideal for reluctant readers who want to delve into the world of vampires.

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Publié par	Ransom Publishing Limited
Date de parution	01 janvier 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781781271773
Langue	English

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With thanks to Hannah Frew, Mary Hoffman, Shahrukh Husain and Professor Sunetra Gupta, University of Oxford.
Contents

Title Page
Dedication
The Story So Far
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
About the Author
Copyright
The Story So Far
Hungary, August …
Juliette, Omar, Finn, Ruby and Alistair find a dead body in the forest …
… Twenty-four hours later, they tie the murderer, Ava, to a tree, as one by one they fall sick …
… When they wake, they are vampires, and that murderer looks rather appealing …
… Mysterious nobleman Ignace, 400 years old and more sophisticated than is good for him, prevents them snacking on her …
… But that dead body isn’t as dead as it looked …
… They go to Ignace’s castle for a crash-course in being a modern vampire.
And so their adventures begin.
This is Omar’s story …
One
‘Passport?’
The guard didn’t look up until Omar handed his passport over. Then he did.
‘Iraqi? What will you be doing in the United States?’ the guard asked.
‘Work experience,’ Omar answered, and smiled. He was looking forward to working in a research laboratory for a few weeks. The man didn’t smile back.
‘This is a tourist visa – you can’t work on it. You’re an Iraqi trying to enter the United States on the wrong visa. Get over there.’
And so the nightmare began.
Two armed guards hustled Omar into a hot room crowded with frightened people. There weren’t enough seats, and no food or drink. He’d spent eight impatient hours on a jumbo jet to New York. Now all his excitement turned to fear.
Soon he was dragged out and pushed into an interview room. They gave him a glass of water and fired questions at him until his head was reeling.
‘I’m sorry, I’m confused,’ he said. ‘I’ve had a long flight, I’m tired. I don’t understand …’
A man with a gun slammed his hand on the table in front of Omar.
‘Just answer the questions. Who sent you to the United States?’
‘No one. I’m here for work experience, I told you,’ Omar said. It was getting scary. He was in a padded room with three large men carrying guns – and they weren’t on his side.
‘Who are you working for? What will you be doing?’ the man asked, leaning close to Omar’s face.
‘It’s a laboratory, the Gamaleya Institute. It’s doing virus research. I’m going to university to do biology and …’ Omar was starting to panic.
The man interrupted him.
‘Who runs this laboratory? Who organised this ‘work experience’?’
Omar stalled. He could hardly say ‘a vampire I met in Hungary organised it’.
‘Answer!’ the man shouted.
‘A man called Ignace,’ Omar said. ‘I … I met him in Europe. I don’t know his second name.’
The man typed on a keyboard, waited a moment, then looked hard at him.
‘This Institute doesn’t exist. So,’ he said with a sneer, ‘you are Iraqi –’
‘I’m a British citizen!’ Omar interrupted. ‘I’m allowed to live in Britain!’
‘You are Iraqi,’ the man continued, ‘you’re trying to enter the US on a tourist visa but you intend to work – illegally – on viruses in a research establishment which doesn’t exist. This isn’t looking good, is it? Do you have links with any terrorist organisations? Are you working on germ warfare?’
‘NO!’ Omar shouted, and two hands clamped his shoulders immediately. Instinctively, he twisted away from the hands, and then everything went black.

* * * * *
When he opened his eyes, Omar was in a white room. It was empty except for the bed he lay on. Bars of shadow on the floor led his eye to a heavy, steel door with a barred window. Not a room, then – a cell.
He put a hand to his head, which ached, then raised himself on one elbow.