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Flutter

Chapter 1

He was supposed to be helping teach me chess, but I can’t really concentrate on anything. It was an extravagant glass set that my brother Milo set up in the living room hours ago, and he was still sitting in the corner, growing frustrated as the game drug on. He was a bit of an expert player, so he had offered to help teach me, and he had unwisely thought that it would be easier to teach me if he set me up against Jack.

Jack smiled at me from across the board, and any thoughts I had about the game were completely lost.

Since I had just made the transformation from average seventeen-year-old girl to full-fledged vampire three weeks ago, the ability to focus on anything had become much harder. Everything seemed to catch my attention, and Jack especially would always take over my mind.

My new senses were a hard thing to adjust to. The crystal chess pieces were probably lovely to human eyes, but with my eyes I could see the way the light shined off of every cell of it and all the tiny imperfections that made it glow even brighter. I would often find myself captivated by seemingly inconsequential things. It was like I had never seen anything.

Before I had turned, Jack’s brother Ezra had explained that turning into a vampire would be similar to being a toddler all over again, and that’s very true. The way babies just seem completely in awe of everything and can laugh for hours at the same things? I felt just like that.

By far, the thing that amazed me the most had to be Jack. When he moved his hand to touch a pawn, he inadvertently sends a breeze of his scent towards me, and I’m filled with the light, tangy smell of him and his blood, which always makes my mouth water. He looks even more attractive than I could ever imagine, and I’ve spent far too many hours just gaping at him lately, but he seems happy to oblige.

“Ahem,” Milo cleared his throat more loudly than necessary.

In all honesty, he could grab my attention by just changing the way he breathed. Every sound is so much more magnified than it was before. While I couldn’t exactly hear a butterfly flapping its wings, my hearing had greatly improved. When it came to heart beats and blood, my ears were particularly sensitive.

I apologized as pushed my dark hair behind my ears, and I was still unable to ignore how much silkier it felt. I lowered my eyes from Jack’s playful grin, or I would just keep getting sucked into gazing at him like a ridiculous school girl.

“You said you wanted to play chess!” Milo grumbled.

He was sitting behind us, perched in an over stuffed chair with one of his legs hanging over the arm.

In human years, he was two and a half years younger than me, but in vampire time he was actually over a month older than me. Still, a month doesn’t give him that much expertise on vampirism, but he played the part very well. The change sat with him immensely. With dark, wide eyes, he managed to look deep and mysterious, while has a human, he had just looked innocent and naive.

“I know, I know,” I admitted sheepishly, and my embarrassment amused Jack. Knowing this, I refused to look at him. “Just go over what a rook is one more time.”

“You’re not even trying at all, Alice,” Milo sighed, and he was throwing in the towel.

“Be serious,” Jack chimed in, his tone very dutiful.

Meanwhile, under the glass chess table, he had started brushing his foot against my leg, trying to get me to pay attention to him. It had never even wavered from him, but anything less than constant contact felt a little weird anymore. Our relationship currently bordered on unhealthy obsession, but that had a lot to do with me turning and our recent bonding, and everyone assured it us that it would eventually lessen to an acceptable level.

His touch, even through a sock against my calf, did insane things to me. Touching anything felt better than it had ever had before, so taking something that had always effected me wonderfully and magnifying that was insane. My heart fluttered unabashedly, but at least I could hear his reciprocate for a change.

“Okay, I totally know what you’re doing,” Milo pointed out, sounding disgusted.

“Sorry!” I repeated and quickly pulled my leg back so Jack couldn’t touch it.

“You’re no fun,” Jack grumbled but made no attempt to touch me again.

Ezra insisted that we keep some distance for awhile. My emotions tended to get the best of me, and if were to do anything heated, things would very easily get out of control. Anything passionate, like hunger or lust, tended to over power any sense of reason, and there would be a very good chance that I could actually accidentally kill Jack if were to get frisky. So, we almost constantly had baby-sitters, in the form of Milo, Ezra, or Ezra’s wife Mae.

Jack rather smartly decided that he probably wasn’t the best one to tell help teach me the game, so he bowed out and let Milo take his place. Milo attempted to explain the rules to me for the fiftieth time today while Jack made himself comfortable in the chair across the room. His giant white Great Pyrenees, Matilda, brought her rope over to him so he would play with her, and even though he had moved far from us, my attention remained fixed on him.

Without on effort on my part, my body would automatically tilt towards him. My ears were tuned into the slow, subtle sound of his heartbeat, and I could smell him from a hundred feet away.

Since I had turned, everything about me had been set on the Jack frequency, and everyone kept promising that it would fade to more livable extent. As it was, I could hardly sleep during the day because I was up in his room, and he was down in the den, and my body insisted that was much too far away from him.

“Alice!” Milo snapped his fingers in front of my face, trying to draw my eyes away from Jack. “I’m going to send him out of the room if you don’t knock it off.”

“Sorry!” I repeated for the millionth time, and Jack laughed softly, and that did nothing to help the situation.

With sandy, permanently disheveled hair, dancing blue eyes, and flawless, tan skin, Jack was attractive in his own right (even more attractive to me than he probably was to anybody else), but it was his amazing that laughter that always bowled me over. It was the clearest, most perfect sound I had ever heard, and I just melted whenever I heard it.

“Oh, that’s it.” Milo stood up, preparing to make good on his threat, but Jack’s eldest brother, Ezra, walked into the living room, interrupting his plans.

Ezra had presence like no other. He carried himself with such confident dignity, it was hard to disagree or disregard anything he said. Handsome in a way that only a vampire could be, his blond hair fell across his forehead, and his warm, russet eyes were unnaturally anxious. Mae stood close behind, and her usual happy demeanor had been replaced by a fretful gaze at Ezra. She was literally wringing her hands when they walked into the living room.

“There’s been some trouble,” Ezra explained evenly in his deep voice, edged with his faded British accent. As always, he tried not to betray any of the anxiety he felt, but for once, I could hear how his heart sped up, much quicker than a vampire’s heart normally beat. “I’ve got to go take care of some things.”

“What trouble? What are you talking about?” Milo questioned, and his voice raised an octave, the way it did when he was nervous. When he had first turned, I had been afraid he would lose some of his human traits, but for the most part, they seemed intact.

Ezra exchanged a look with Mae, debating how much he should tell us, but she shook her head noncommittally. Jack had dropped the rope, and Matilda kept pushing it against his hand to get him to play with her again, but he ignored her. His gaze was firmly fixed on Ezra, and he was starting to get an idea of what this was all about, and his eyes hardened.

“Peter,” Ezra replied finally.

At the mention of his brother’s name, Jack’s entire body tensed so tightly that he frightened Matilda away. I was still surprised at how little I felt when the topic of Peter was brought up. For so long, I had been so completely effected it by that that the something I still felt for him was nothing in comparison. The painful bond I had with Peter no longer existed, but I doubted that I could ever entirely sever my feelings for him.

“Is he coming back?” Milo had instinctively moved closer to me, as if I still needed protection.

Jack dropped his eyes to the floor, and I could feel him battling to keep his anger under control. Even though Peter hadn’t been that much of a threat to me, Jack would never forgive him for nearly killing me when I had been mortal. Somehow, I had never really faulted Peter for that, though, and with me being immortal now, I certainly didn’t feel like Peter was a danger, not to me or to the rest of the family.

“No, he’s not coming back,” Ezra shook his head, but kept his eyes on Jack, gauging his reaction to the news. “I don’t think he’ll ever come back.”

“He won’t if he knows what’s good for him,” Jack growled in a voice so low it barely sounded like his own.

“Jack, he’s still your brother,” Mae reminded him softly, her gentle accent trying to calm him.

“He was never my brother!” Jack rolled his eyes and leaned back in the chair.

Peter was 150 years older than Jack, so they weren’t related in human sense of the word.

Peter had been the one to turn Jack, though, so his blood had become fused to Jack’s, creating a bond between them that was much stronger than any normal familial bond. Before that, Ezra had turned Peter, making a bond between the three of them that had been strong and steadfast until I entered the picture. My blood had been meant for Peter, but my heart seemed meant for Jack, and a terrible rift tore the family apart.

It was something I had never wanted and I fought against it, but my feelings for both them of were too overwhelming to ignore.

“It doesn’t matter how you feel about him,” Ezra told him firmly, but there was an underlying hurt that Jack hated Peter so much. Ezra cared for both of them, for all of us really, but Peter had helped him through very trying times before the family existed. “He’s in very real danger, and I’ve got to go help him.”

“What kind of danger?” I asked, and I felt Jack’s eyes flit over to me but I refused to look back at him.

I just kept my eyes on Ezra and tried not to let any concern show.

“He’s…” Ezra furrowed his brow deeply. “He’s killing vampires.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Peter,” Jack muttered.

“I thought he’d gone off the grid,” I said, and Jack scoffed at me.

Three weeks ago, Jack had turned me into a vampire, and then Peter had taken off. This was actually something Peter did quite frequently, but usually Ezra had a way of getting in touch with him. This time, though, Peter had completely disappeared, and despite his best attempts, Ezra had been unable to reach him.

“He has. Word has just been traveling down that Peter has been getting himself into trouble,” Ezra elaborated. “And I just got a phone call that vampires are seeking revenge on him. So I’m going to try and find him and see if I can’t reason with him.”

“He can handle himself,” Jack sneered at everyone’s concern. “Peter’s killed vampires before, and he’s fought in wars. If there’s one thing Peter knows, it’s how to fight.”

“This is different.” Ezra’s eyes grew sad and faraway. “There’s reason to believe he’s on a suicide mission.”

“Good,” Jack grunted under his breath.

“I’ll go with you.” Abruptly, I stood up and knocked over the chess board. I hadn’t yet gotten a handle on my movements, and I still had the unfortunate habit of knocking things over and tripping a lot. It was so much easier to move, and my mind hadn’t caught up to what my body could do.

“You’ll what?” Jack raised an eyebrow but looked at me evenly, and he didn’t believe that he’d heard me correctly. We hadn’t talked about Peter at all since I had turned, but he had incorrectly assumed that my feelings for Peter almost entirely mirrored his own.

“I’ll go with,” I repeated. I bent down to try and pick up the chess pieces and clean up the mess I had made, but Milo swatted my hands away.

“I’ll do it,” Milo insisted, sounding rather irritated as he pulled glass pawns out of my hand.

“You get busy letting them talk sense into you.”

“Alice,” Jack said simply. His expression remained mostly quizzical, but his breathing had gotten heavier, and he was starting to catch onto the fact that he hadn’t misheard me and this wasn’t a joke.

I stood up, watching Milo dumbly for a minute as he swiftly picked up my mess, and then swallowed hard when I looked up at Ezra and Mae. Mae’s worry only deepened when she thought of me going with Ezra, but he actually looked rather intrigued and pleased by the idea.

Very recently, I had talked to Ezra about Peter briefly. I was afraid that talking about him too much upset Jack somehow, so I let the topic die almost as soon as I brought up. The horrible reality was that part of me did still care for Peter, and not because it was ingrained in me to feel that way. Peter hadn’t done anything wrong in all of this, but he had been ostracized by his family and had gone through a terrible heartbreak because of it - because of me - and that wasn’t something that I took lightly.

“Alice, you don’t need to go with,” Mae shook her head. She cared about Peter, but she didn’t want any of us in harms way, especially Milo and I, who she perceived to be particularly vulnerable.

“I know I wouldn’t be any good in a fight, but maybe I could reason with him. Maybe I could convince him that it didn’t need to get to that point,” I continued nervously. All their eyes were on me, and except for Ezra’s, they were all incredibly disapproving.

Mae turned expectantly to Ezra, waiting for him to shoot me down, and I think that’s the only reason that Jack hadn’t started freaking out yet. They all expected Ezra to thank me for my sentiments but tell me that it was better if I stayed home. Taking a baby vampire into a war zone would be dangerous and irrational, and Ezra was nothing if not cautious and logical.

“She has a point,” Ezra admitted carefully, and that’s when everybody decided to get upset.

Mae touched his arm gently and tried to plead with him that I was far too young to do go anywhere for any reason, let alone on a crusade to save Peter from a suicide mission. Jack jumped to his feet, but he couldn’t seem to decide whether he was angrier with me or Ezra, or maybe Peter. Milo had just finished setting up the chess set, and he smacked me on the arm.

“Ow!” I scowled, rubbing my arm. “What’d you do that for?”

“Because you’re an idiot and I can!” Milo glowered at me. He had always been a rather overprotective younger brother, but he was the mature one, the sensible one, and he never failed to call me out on something completely idiotic.

The thing is that I knew it was idiotic, but as soon as Ezra had said that Peter was in danger, my heart had flipped. If anything bad happened to him, I couldn’t help but feel responsible. If I had just left his family alone, the way he had repeatedly begged me to, then he wouldn’t have gotten hurt and had to run off into the mess that he’s in. Thinking of him being hurt and in trouble made me feel nauseous and scared, and I knew I had to do something to help him.

“Ezra, you can’t seriously be thinking of taking her with you,” Jack said as evenly as he could.

His fists were clenched at his sides, but his eyes were just frightened and distressed. It killed him that I cared anything for Peter, and it would literally kill him if anything happened to me. He wasn’t trying to contain his anger as much as trying to mask his panic over losing me, either to Peter or to death.

“I won’t let anything happen to her, but she might be the best chance I have for talking Peter down from the ledge.” Ezra held his hands palm out towards Jack, trying to calm him, but that would mostly be impossible. “I have to try anything.”

“I am so sick of this!” Jack shouted, exasperated. “I should’ve just killed him when I had the chance!”

“Jack!” Mae chided him. “You don’t mean that! Don’t say things like that!”

Her warm maternal concern only lightly covered her own fear over everything. While she didn’t want anything bad to happen to anyone, she was become increasingly distanced from Peter. He was driving a wedge in the family, and she thought that he might physically harm the most defenseless of her brood, namely Jack, Milo, and me.

“I would love to stay and have this argument with you, but we really need to get on a flight out of here!” Ezra boomed over us all. “Alice, if you’re coming with, you need to pack for the cold.

I’ll go book the flight and get our passports ready.” Ezra turned to walk down the hall to his den, ending the conversation.

“Ezra!” Jack shouted and made a step after him, but Mae stopped him.

“I’ll talk to him,” Mae assured him meekly. “You take care of her.” She nodded towards me but didn’t look directly at anyone, probably because she was trying to keep the tears standing in her eyes instead of falling down her cheeks.

Mae hurried after Ezra, and Jack turned to me. His face was a mixture of rage, terror, jealousy, and underlying everything, love. He looked at me for a moment, trying to think of precisely what he wanted to say to me, and I took a deep breath before he could mount his argument.

“You’re not going to talk me out of this, Jack,” I told him.

I brushed past him so I could run upstairs to my room, to our room really, but both he and Milo followed right on my trail. With my quick, clumsy steps, it was amazing that I didn’t fall down the stairs, and if I had, that would’ve done very little for my case for going with Ezra.

Jack had been sleeping in Ezra’s den downstairs since I had turned, but all his things were still in here.

The closet was full of both our clothes, and my wardrobe had greatly expanded since I had turned. Ezra and Mae had set me up with an expense account and credit cards a few weeks ago, and my new, trimmer vampire body required all new clothes.

I went into the massive walk-in closet, rummaging around for bags. Inexplicably, Jack had hot pink luggage, but I didn’t have time to question it. I pulled the bags out from the underneath the pile of blankets it was hidden under and flipped it open, preparing to fill it with my things. Jack stood in the doorway, and Milo stood behind him, both of them glaring down at me.

“You’re actually packing?” Milo asked, sounding surprised. “You can’t really be considering going with Ezra.”

“He’s right. This is stupid,” Jack agreed. “It’s ridiculous and dangerous, and you don’t even know where you’re going. How can you even pack for that?”

“He said to pack for the cold,” I reminded them both.

I loaded my bag with sweaters and jeans and socks. Vampires didn’t really feel cold, and in fact, we preferred it to heat. But if we were to walk around in a blizzard wearing a tee shirt and shorts, the humans around us would start to question it, so we dressed warmly to fit in.

“Jack, just forbid her from going or something!” Milo said glibly.

“I can’t forbid her from doing anything,” Jack replied tiredly, but he definitely wished he could at times like this. “And if I tried, it would just make her want to do it more.”

I threw a pair of boots in the bag, and then struggled to zip the bag up. Obviously, I was much stronger than the stupid metal zipper, but I hadn’t figured out to use my strength at all. I had been constantly breaking things, and I had yet to figure out the medium between using too much and too little force.

“Here.” Jack came over and knelt on the floor next to me so he could zip up my bag for me.

“Thank you,” I said softly, and looked down at the bag so I wouldn’t look at him.

“Alice, why do you even wanna go?” Jack asked plaintively.

“He didn’t do anything wrong,” I told him quietly, and he rolled his eyes.

“He tried to kill you, Alice!” Jack shouted, and the pain from seeing me almost die sprang fresh in him. That had been one of the most agonizing moments of this life, and it was hard to feel what he felt, the terror and desperation that had he gone through when I had been dying.

“He didn’t mean to,” I insisted, and that was only half a lie.

Peter had never really wanted to hurt me, but he didn’t know what to do about anything.

When I had asked him to end my life, he had refused, so I had bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, and I knew that he wouldn’t be able to reject biting me then. I had forced him into biting me, and Jack had rushed in just in time to stop him from finishing the job.

“But he did, Alice!” Jack growled. “He hurt you constantly! All he ever did was push you away and treat you like crap and almost murder you! What about that is so endearing to you?”

“He didn’t ask for any of this, Jack!” I shouted. “He didn’t ask to feel the way he did about me, and he just wanted it to stop! So did I! So did you! But he’s the only one being punished for it! And you of all people should understand what he’s going through! You got me! You won! And now he’s alone and suicidal somewhere because of me! I can’t just let him die!”

My intensity only hurt and bewildered Jack more. He leaned back, resting against a row of shelves that were filled with his Converse. His expression had gone lax, and I knew he had resigned himself to me going, but that didn’t mean he felt okay about it. In fact, his own resignation bothered him.

“Jack, listen to me.” I took his hand gently, and his sad, blue eyes met mine. “Ezra’s not going to let anything bad happen to me. You know that. And I love you, okay?”

“I don’t want you to go, Alice,” Jack said simply. “Please. If you love me. Don’t go.”

Seeing him like that, so desperate for me to stay, broke my heart. I never wanted to hurt him, and whenever possible, I’d do whatever it took to make him happy. If Ezra had shot me down, I wouldn’t have fought to go, but if he agreed, then he obviously thought that I could be of some help. It was heart-wrenching to see Jack so unhappy, but if causing him a few moments of misery would save Peter’s life, then so be it.

“I’m sorry, Jack.”

From downstairs, I heard Ezra calling my name, telling me that we had to get going. I pursed my lips, watching Jack and waiting for him to respond somehow. Part of me expected him to yell and demand that I stay, but that was never his style. He lowered his eyes and gently rubbed his thumb along the back of my hand, making my skin tremble. Finally, he exhaled deeply.

“I’ll drive you,” Jack whispered and started getting to his feet.

“What?” Milo protested incredulously. “You’re just letting her go?”

Jack was still holding my hand, so he helped me to my feet. Milo had his arms crossed over his chest and stood just outside of the closet door, glaring at the both of us for being so stupid. Jack leaned over and picked up my bag so he could carry it downstairs, even though I was strong enough to do it myself.

“What am I supposed to do?” Jack gave Milo a helpless look and shrugged as we walked past him.

“I told you! Forbid her from going!” Milo had started getting nervous and fidgety, traits that were becoming increasingly uncommon with his new-found vampire confidence.

“Yeah, you try forbidding her,” Jack rolled his eyes, but there was an underlying weariness to it.

He held my hand as we walked downstairs where Mae and Ezra were waiting with his luggage. On the table, there a small duffel bag full of special containers that Mae was carefully packing with blood from bags.

We survived mostly on blood donations, thanks to a set of clinics they ran similar to the Red Cross. People donated blood thinking it was for blood transfusions in humans, but really, they were sustaining almost the entire species of vampires.

When traveling with blood, as was often a necessity, they had to use special equipment.

Airport security would find it highly suspect if they knew that Ezra was boarding the plane with bags of blood. They used metal cans that looked like whip cream, lined to make it impossible for dogs to sniff out, should that arise. Mae filled the duffle bag with ice packs to keep them cold, and while Ezra usually got weird looks, he always got through it by saying he was some kind of whip cream salesmen, and so far, it had seemed to work.

As a result, he also had a surprisingly vast knowledge of whip cream.

Ezra stood next to her, sifting through the papers to make sure they were all in order. As soon as I had turned, he set about getting all the documentation set up so I could live my life with them without any suspicion. That had been a source of contention since I had insisted on keeping my last name Bonham instead of changing it to Townsend, like the rest of them. Nobody had actually cared except for Jack, but he didn’t understand why I wouldn’t want his last name. I didn’t really have any explanation for it, especially since that was Milo’s last name too, but I just wasn’t really ready for everything about me to change.

Someday, I’m sure it would change, but for now, I wanted to hang onto every part of myself that I could, even if it was just my name.

On the plus side, Ezra had my age changed to eighteen, since it would be far easier for me to do things if I wasn’t a minor. They had done the same thing with Milo when he turned, even though he was really only fifteen, but he looked closer to nineteen anymore so it made the most sense.

All of Ezra’s information said that he was twenty-nine, even though he had actually been twenty-six when he turned, but it was that way with all of them. Jack was really twenty-four, but his license said he was twenty-seven, and Mae’s said that she was thirty-one, even though she as three years younger than that when she turned. They had been living this life, this name in this house, for four years already, and they had to change along with it. They wouldn’t be able to pull off their ages for much longer, though, which meant that they were going to have move very soon. As it was, Jack didn’t really pass for twenty-seven, and he would never make it as thirty.

“When was the last time you ate?” Ezra asked me, but he didn’t look up from passport. It was brand new, and he was inspecting it for any mistakes.

“Um, yesterday,” I replied.

There was a constant thirst with me, but it wasn’t the same as being thirsty when I was human. My mouth wasn’t parched, and my stomach didn’t feel empty like I was hungry, either. I just felt this need inside me, coming from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The closest feeling I could I can recall is when I ran too fast in gym, and my muscles would start ache from the oxygen depilation. It would be this slow, swelling cramp that seemed to permeate through me, and I was just desperate to stop running.

Except the relief for this wasn’t the lack of motion; it was blood, and that thought was accompanied by a frantic lust.

Fortunately, I had managed to have a reasonable level of control over my bloodlust. Both Milo and I had a stronger grasp of that than most vampires, something that seemed to bewilder Ezra and Mae. Our relationship to vampires and as vampires constantly surprised them, and Ezra in particular thought there was something deeper going on than merely my bond with Peter and Jack.

“Hmm.” Ezra eyed me over, debating. “I don’t want you to get tired just yet. We’ll have to wait until you’re on the flight. Do you think you can handle being around people that much on an empty stomach?”

“I think so,” I nodded, but I wasn’t as certain as I tried to sound.

Since I was still so newly turned, blood still had a very strong effect on me. After eating, I’d feel very similar to someone very happily drunk or incredibly high. It felt amazing, but I’d also be very drowsy and out of it, and usually, I’d just pass out and sleep it off for awhile. Eventually, drinking blood should give me more energy instead of knocking me out, but that was awhile off yet.

On top of that, I had very little experience being around people. I found myself attracted to Jack’s blood, and that’s fairly common among vampires, especially when they’re in love, but his pulse was significantly weaker than humans. They’re blood smelled stronger and pounded harder and would be far more enticing. I had shown a lot of self-control so far, but in all honesty, I’d had very little temptation.

“Good.” Ezra nodded once, then looked at Mae. “Is everything packed then?”

“Yes.” She bit her lip when she met his gaze, and she didn’t want him to go anymore than Jack wanted me to go. Whatever we were doing was life threatening to Peter, which meant that it was dangerous to us too.

“Well, then.” He smiled wanly at me. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” I nodded again.

He put all the papers in the front pocket of his suitcase, then grabbed it and the duffel bag full of the whip cream containers of blood. Up until that point, I think Milo had half-expected Ezra to tell me that I had to stay behind, but when he saw that we were really serious, he balked loudly.

“You can’t really be going!” Milo flared with agitation, and Mae put her hand on his back, rubbing it gently to try and ease him down before he went berserk. “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! You’re going to get her killed!”

“Milo, that’s enough,” Mae murmured softly.

“But… but…” Milo stammered and turned to her for help. “You know this is stupid!”

“Milo.” Ezra cut him off decisively, and Milo’s face crumpled. “Just hug your sister before we go.”

He was crying when he hugged me, which didn’t make things easier. His hug was too tight and too insistent, but I didn’t tell him so. He didn’t want me to go, and he didn’t want to be left behind, but there was very little in the way of options. The one time that he had actually met Peter, it hadn’t gone over well, so he wouldn’t be able to do anything to help the cause of rescuing Peter.

Mae kissed Ezra passionately with tears in her eyes, and once again asked him if there was anything that could get him to stay. He didn’t say anything, but that was the answer she had expected.

Sniffling, she hugged me tightly and made me promise to be safe, to always run at the first sign of trouble, and to call her constantly, whether anything was wrong or not.

When we left, she had her arm wrapped around Milo, and they were standing in the entryway, looking terribly forlorn. Inside, I felt like crying too, but I knew that would only make things worse.

Jack hadn’t said anything as we left, and he continued his silence on the car ride to the airport. He took Ezra’s Lexus, and Ezra seemed just content with the silence. He was lost in his own thoughts, trying to figure something out.

The Minneapolis airport was a bustle of human activity. The cold October air felt good on my skin as we walked from the parking lot to the airport, but everything was already filled with the warm, tantalizing scent of blood. My heart sped up a little, and Jack took my hand, squeezing it tightly to reassure me. Once inside, the feeling only got worse, and I tried to think of sad things, like dead bunnies, to keep my appetite under wraps.

Ezra went to the desk to pick up our tickets while Jack stood with me, waiting in the crowd.

We were going to have to separate soon, since baggage claims and everything was beyond where Jack would be allowed to go. He was unusually still, but he was doing that for my benefit. I could feel everything he felt, so he was trying to be calm and soothing so I wouldn’t get agitated or hungry. He wanted me to be safe and have a safe flight.

“I’m going to have to go soon,” I said, looking up at him sadly.

“I know.” He squeezed my hand again and used all his might to keep his own anxiety and trepidation from effecting me.

I was acutely aware of all the crowds around us pausing to stare. Before, when I had been out with Jack in public, it had driven me insane the way everyone was always fawning all over him.

Now, I suddenly had the same power, and I wasn’t exactly used to it or comfortable with it. It was incredibly odd having a private moment in front of an audience.

Jack touched my face gently, his hand warming my cheek, and I leaned into it. Above everything around me, I smelled him so perfectly, and I knew there was nothing in the world I wanted more than him.

Leaving, even for a short time, would be more painful than I had originally thought, but I knew it was the only thing I could do. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t do everything I could to help Peter, and Jack knew that, and he knew that I would hate him if he stopped me and something happened. So despite all his reservations, he was going to let me go without protest.

Gently, he pressed his lips against mine, and I could feel his luscious heart beat through my skin. He was careful to keep it soft and very PG, because it would be horrendous if I were to get out of control in a crowded airport. Still, there was nothing sweeter in the world than his kisses, and I couldn’t help but want more.

“The planes going to board soon,” Ezra interrupted us, not unkindly. “We need to get through baggage claims and security.”

Reluctantly, I pulled myself from Jack. His eyes were completely locked on mine, and my heart started screaming. Apparently, it had just finally dawned on me what I was about to do. Separating myself from Jack to sleep was uncomfortable. Being miles and miles away for I don’t even know how long… that sounded unbearable.

“I’ll take good care of her,” Ezra promised when Jack seemed unwilling to let me go.

Ezra took my hand in his, partially to help coax me away from Jack and partially so he could keep tabs on me. This was not the most ideal place for a new vampire’s first big outing, and everyone knew that. Jack eventually let go of my hand, and as Ezra carefully guided me through the crowds past the first set of metal detectors, my eyes never left Jack’s. He just stood in the middle of the airport, staring after me, like some tragic music video, and I wondered what exactly I had gotten myself into.

Chapter 2

The transformation itself had been so incredibly brutal that the English language isn’t fit to describe it. My body died and ate itself. My organs shifted around, feeling as if my intestines had been replaced with living, moving snakes that squirmed inside of me. I spent hours upon hours vomiting. I was in a constant state of fevered delirium. My body ached on a cellular level. Even touching my hair would cause excruciating pain.

It wasn’t until I finally drank blood for the first time, cold from a bag, and I felt it sliding down my throat that everything began to take a turn for the better. The pain subsided and was replaced by pleasure. All my senses were heightened, and I couldn’t believe how glorious everything really was. There were more colors and tastes and textures in the spectrum than I ever imagined.

Not to mention the way I felt about Jack. I could feel him when he entered the room, and not like before. My heart always seemed to know exactly how far away he was from me, and it didn’t feel right unless he was with me. The way plants strained for the sun, I strained for him. Whether he was in the room or not, my body would automatically tilt itself towards him, like I was compass and he was due north. It was almost magnetic, my love for him. That kind of indiscernible pull that said I had to be with him.

On top of all that, I had changed. My skin was smoother, my hair silkier, my eyes brighter, and I had lost weight on every part of my body except my breasts. While I hadn’t exactly been fat before, there was a new elegance to how I looked that hadn’t been there before. The change wasn’t as drastic as it had been with Milo, more like I had simply gone through some kind of make over, but I definitely looked better. And I had shot up from 5’3” to a whopping 5’5” feet tall.

Once I was fully conscious, fed, and the pain had gone away, I wanted to fill in the missing gap. The last thing I remembered before surrendering into the transformation was that I had just drank Jack’s blood, and he was basically about to commit suicide in a battle with Peter, over me. Then I passed out, and I heard the sound of all hell breaking loose. But here we were, in Jack’s room, with him by my side, and we both seemed alright.

“What happened?” I demanded, forcing myself to sit up in his bed. At the time, I still felt considerably weakened.

“When?” Jack played dumb, which wasn’t that endearing when I was frazzled and confused.

He was sitting at the end of his bed, looking at me with an overwhelming sense of relief.

Up until this point, I had bleary memories of half-consciousness, and they mostly involved me writhing in pain or screaming. Among them was Jack pulling back my hair while I threw up what appeared to be viscera, and resting cool wash clothes on my head whenever I was awake enough to complain of the burning heat. The only almost fond memory I had through it all was him by my side, singing softly in attempt to comfort me as he stroked my hair.

Obviously, after watching all of that, there had to be times where he was afraid that I wasn’t going to make it. Even if he knew that I would survive it all, watching someone he cared about suffer that much had to be exhausting. Thankfully, when Milo had turned, I had been spared most of it, but what little I had witnessed had been draining.

“How are we both alive?” I asked, and he laughed lightly, completely distracting me from the topic at hand.

His laughter, which had always had such a power over me, rippled through me. Hearing it, hearing anything, I imagine is the way I deaf person feels the first time they hear. It was almost too miraculous to really comprehend the actual sound, to understand what was being said. Everything about him was distracting, and I had to fight with my senses to keep my mind on track.

“You look totally in awe right now,” Jack smirked at me.

“I am but… don’t change the subject.” I blinked to try and focus myself, and it seemed to work a little. “How are we alive? Is Peter…”

My curiosity over whether or not Peter was dead would be perfectly justified, but Jack’s lips tightened into a thin line at the mention of him. Maybe it wasn’t the sound of his name quite as much as my underlying concern, but he quickly pushed his feelings away and decided that I deserved an explanation.

“No. He’s alive.” He let his words hang in the air, and I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.

“How? How are you both alive? And me too?” I pressed.

“I broke the bond.” The glimmer returned to his eyes and an easy smile spread out across his face, enchanting me more than it ever had before. “When you drank my blood, whatever tie you had with Peter was severed.”

That should’ve been kind of obvious to me. As soon as I mentioned Peter or thought of him, I didn’t that physical ache for him or that fluttery feeling in my heart. While I had felt legitimate concern for his wellbeing, the only things I really felt physically were a dull bloodlust and a pull towards Jack.

“So we’re… bonded now?” I spoke cautiously, afraid that it as too good to be true. After all this time trying to figure away around it, around Peter, it almost seemed impossible to believe that while I was sleeping, it had happened.

“What do you think?” Jack smiled crookedly at me.

His attempt at a joke was covering up a legitimate fear. He knew that he felt things more deeply for me than ever before, but since I had been unconscious the entire time, he had no idea where my feelings fell.

But sitting there, breathing him in, feeling the way my body felt magnetized to his, I knew we were.

My first big clue was when Jack had opened his veins in the den, and I had been unable to resist the scent of his blood. It tasted wonderful, and my mouth watered at the thought of it. But no vampires’ blood should be that appealing to humans, even if said human is in love with said vampire. People aren’t meant to have bloodlust, but I did, for Jack. Because his blood was meant for me.

“So then what happened?” I continued, trying to ignore the delirious happiness taking over me. My heart was speeding up and my thirst was intensifying, but I wanted my curiosity satisfied before I dealt with my other pressing needs.

“I don’t know.” Jack furrowed his brow, but it was more out of displeasure over the subject than his lack of knowledge. “I was in the den with you, and then Peter started just going crazy in the other room. I was afraid he would hurt you, so I ran out to find out what had happened. He was destroying the house, and Ezra could barely contain him. But he didn’t seem to care about me when I came out, which is good, because he probably…”

“But why? If he didn’t want to hurt you, why was he so angry?” I suppressed the shudder at the thought of a rabid Peter tearing into a weakened Jack as I lay passed out in the den.

“He felt it break,” Jack answered almost sadly, and lowered his eyes from mine. “The bond.

If you hadn’t been out, you would’ve felt it. And if you hadn’t bonded with me, you’d still be feeling it. Apparently, it’s… incredibly painful.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He shifted uncomfortably and hesitated before continuing. “Physically, I guess it’s a similar to turning, but on a much smaller scale. But… something happens emotionally too. It breaks your heart. And Peter was so riled up from everything else that had been going on.”

Jack didn’t like talking about the fact that Peter had actually cared for me. He didn’t want to believe it because of how Peter treated me and how much Jack loved me. On top of that, if he admitted that maybe Peter did truly love me, then what Jack had been doing with me suddenly became a betrayal, and Jack did not see that way, nor did he want to.

“So where is he now?” I was pressing my luck with Peter topic, so I hurried to get it out of the way.

“Nobody knows. He’s just gone, for good this time.” Jack shrugged, as if it was of no consequence to him, but then again, it probably wasn’t.

“Good,” I lied, and hoped he didn’t notice. Then I swatted his arm, probably harder than I meant to from the surprised grimace on his face.

“Thanks?” Jack looked totally bewildered.

“That’s for being the biggest idiot ever! How could you do something so stupid?” I yelled at him, and it was a tough decision not to hit him again. “You were going to kill yourself! If the bond hadn’t be snapped or rearranged or whatever, you would’ve been completely murdered! What the hell were you thinking?”

“I didn’t have a choice!” Jack responded, and he was suppressing the urge to laugh at my minioutburst.

“There was a good chance that I would die no matter what I did. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“That’s not an excuse,” I grumbled, but a smile started to curl up at my lips.

“I just needed to know you were safe. That was the only thing that mattered to me,” Jack said earnestly and placed his hand on mine. Heat instantly spread through me, making my heart flutter, and I bit my lip to fight it back, just long enough so I could finish being mad at him.

“Well, your safety is really important to me, so that needs to matter to you too,” I countered.

“I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again. I promise.” At that point, I’m pretty sure that he would’ve agreed to anything because he could feel the changes going on inside me, the lust that was starting build up inside of me.

With that, I lunged forward, kissing him intensely and pressing my body against his. He gave into it for a moment, but there was a hunger inside me that threatened to completely take control of my body. Just when I was about to let it, he pushed me back from him, and that’s when I got the big sex talk. It basically consisted of the fact that until I got things under control, we couldn’t really be physical in anyway because there was a good chance that I would bite him and I wouldn’t stop until he was dead. That didn’t sound that great to either of us, so I planned on going through a rigid boot camp, similar to the one that Jack had put Milo through.

After a few days of getting my bloodlust under control, Ezra thought it would be good if I went about cleaning up what was left of my human life. That meant doing fun things, like going with Jack to my mom’s house so we could have this incredibly intense fight when I said that I was moving in with Jack, again. She tried to convince me to stay, then cried a lot, called me names and told me she loved me. She managed to play the role of both good cop and bad cop.

When it was all said and done, she finally stormed off into the night. I packed up my things, and since I felt incredible guilt, I “borrowed” money from Jack to leave her. Then maybe she wouldn’t have work so hard, and at least that would be something. Milo called her after I left, as he had been infrequently doing since he moved out. He got to make up all sorts of fancy stories about a boarding school in New York, and that seemed to cheer her up a bit.

I got to formally drop out of high school, which I kind of enjoyed. Milo insisted that we both take our high school equivalency at a later time so we could go to college if we wanted, and I agreed to it, but I didn’t really have any intention of it. As far as I was concerned, I could spend the rest of my life as a trophy wife, and that was fine by me.

There was the issue with my “best friend” Jane, but I didn’t know how to resolve that. When I went to the high school, she saw me and instantly figured out what had happened. I still looked like me, but I was hotter than I had been before, maybe even hotter than her. Either way, all the boys thought I was anyway, because of my tricky vampire chemicals that made them think that way.

It was during the day, so I was incredibly tired. It was hard to get on read on whether she was annoyed at me being a vampire, or just annoyed because people wanted me instead of her. We exchanged a few heated words, and she ended the conversation with the flippant, “I hope you have a good death,” then stalked off, doing her stiletto catwalk. I tried calling and text messaging her a few times, but she didn’t respond to any of them.

Meanwhile, my life as a vampire was pretty damn awesome. There were missteps of getting the handle on walking, moving, breathing, eating… all the basic skills I had taken for granted before.

Learning was actually kind of fun, especially with Jack, Ezra, and Mae teaching me everything I needed to know. Overall, I felt better than I ever had before. Pain had been greatly diminished from the way I felt it before, but pleasure increased exponentially. On top of it all, I was completely and totally in love with Jack, and I had just started spending the rest of eternity with him. What could I possibly have to feel bad about?

Chapter 3

When the plane started to take off, I thought I might throw up. My fingers were squeezing the arms of the seat so tightly that I was going to destroy them if I wasn’t careful, but I couldn’t help it. I had never been on a plane in before, and even though I had always wanted to go one, it scared the hell out me.

This amused Ezra endlessly. He chuckled warmly at my stricken expression as the engines came on, making all sorts of whirring and clicking noises that sounded exactly like death to me. I couldn’t help but look out the window at the dark night around us and imagine the plan crashing into the runway we were gliding on and bursting into flames.

“First time flier?” a woman across the aisle looked over at us.

“She’ll be fine,” Ezra cut her off shortly, but I was too busy being terrified to comment on his unusual rudeness. When he looked back over at me, he was smiling.

“You could say something comforting,” I suggested in a thin, anxious voice.

“Why? This is distracting you from thinking about other things going on around you,” Erza pointed out. “It’s less than a three hour flight to New York, and I’d like to wait for you to eat until the next flight.”

By “other things” he meant the other passengers, who were flooding the red-eye with the scent of their blood and the pounding of their hearts. While I had just eaten yesterday, which meant that I really wouldn’t need to eat for another five or six days, I wasn’t an expert on gauging my own hunger. I wasn’t even expert at walking across the room at this point, so managing a three-hour flight without eating anyone, that was kind of a feat.

“Mmm, sounds great,” I muttered tightly. Unfortunately, he had a point. My current level of fear made it almost impossible to notice my thirst.

“Really, you should be enjoying this,” Ezra continued with a wry smile. “There’s only a small window left where you’ll be able to feel fear like this.”

“Oh, yeah, this is totally awesome,” I agreed sarcastically.

“Let me give you a little tip.” He leaned in towards me, lowering his voice so it would be inaudible to anyone around us. “Even if the plane does crash, you’ll survive. You’re immortal now.”

So, it hadn’t dawned on me yet. I was a vampire, and I wasn’t going to die in a plane crash.

That is a very strange thought to have. To have absolute certainty that this wasn’t going to kill me.

Slowly, my fingers started to relax on the arm rest, and my heart wasn’t pounding in my chest anymore. Still, whenever we hit any patch of turbulence, I’d grip onto Ezra for dear life, but he’d just chuckle, and then I’d remember that this couldn’t hurt me.

I tried to enjoy the rest of the flight, but it was dark, and even with my improved vision, there wasn’t much to see out the window. Ezra had brought with some books on tracking and wildlife, and he was going over them, even though I’m sure he’d read them before. He had probably read every book on anything by now.

“Where are we going anyway?” I asked him quietly. Most of the other passengers were trying to get some sleep, and I didn’t want to wake them.

“New York City,” Ezra replied without looking up from his book. “And then to Finland.”

“Finland?” I raised my eyebrow, totally surprised by his answer. “Peter’s in Finland?”

“I believe so,” Ezra flipped a page. “Scandinavia and Russia have always been his favorite places to hide out, especially in winter. There’s hardly any daylight for months, and the temperatures are usually below freezing.”

“So we’re just going there because that’s where he usually goes?” I still couldn’t wrap my mind around Peter hanging out in Finland. That just didn’t sound… I don’t know. Exotic enough?

“No. Word has been spreading through some channels that Peter’s had a run-in in Finland. I don’t know exactly where he is, but I feel certain that he’s somewhere around there,” Ezra explained.

“A ‘run-in?’ What happened?” I pressed.

In all the hurry of leaving, I had neglected to find out where we were going, or even what we were going to save Peter from. Ezra had been very vague on the details, but he was positive that there was trouble.

That was enough for me, until we stuck on a flight for three hours with nothing to do.

Suddenly, that information all seemed more pertinent.

“I’m not entirely sure,” he said at length. “And I’d rather not speculate.”

“You’d rather not speculate?” I repeated, feeling a little perturbed. “I’m on a plane flying half-way across the world, much to the chagrin of my boyfriend, and not only do you not know where we’re going, but you’d rather not even speculate on why we’re going?”

“Finland is not half-way around the world,” Ezra corrected me, looking at me rather severely. “Jack will understand, and I can’t explain what I don’t know.”

“Fine.” I settled back down in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “I can’t speak Finnish.”

“You don’t need to. I can.” He flipped another page in his book, and I sighed.

“You’re gonna be a hoot to travel with if you’re gonna be like this whole time,” I muttered, and Ezra laughed to himself.

Eventually, I borrowed a couple books from Ezra so I had something to do on the flight.

After hours of doing next to nothing, I vowed to get as many magazines and books as I could when we landed at JFK.

That was my plan until we actually started de-boarding the plane, and Ezra grasped my hand tightly in his.

“There’s a three hour layover here, assuming everything leaves on time,” Ezra told me quietly as walked. “You can’t eat until we got on the plane, because they won’t let you on it if you seem like you’re drunk or high, which you are when you eat. So I need you to stay by me and never let go of my hand, no matter what. Is that clear?”

“Yeah but….” I was about to ask him why, but then we were stepping beyond the plane, and the smell hit me for the first time.

There hadn’t been that many people in the Minneapolis airport. In fact, I would go so far as to say there weren’t even that many people in Minneapolis. JFK terminal is a city unto itself, full of hot, sweaty people pressed up against each other. Even with it being as late as it was, everything was congested. And suddenly, my thirst appeared with a vengeance.

This was my very first time in New York City, but we were only here for a layover, and I was already going crazy with thirst. The next three hours were torture. Most of the time, I had to grip Ezra’s hand so tightly, I don’t know how I didn’t break a bone or something. In turn, he sat there patiently, talking to me about mundane things, like the Cary Grant movie he’d just watched with Mae.

To onlookers, I’m sure I looked totally insane. I sat there rigidly, my eyes locked on my shoes in front of me. I must’ve been incredibly pale, and my hand was desperately gripping Ezra’s. He was sitting next to me casually, a leg crossed over his knee, with a magazine open on his lamp and telling me all about Martha Stewart’s recommendations for making Halloween treats. I know he was just trying keep me calm and focused, because if I were to lunge at someone walking past, that would very, very bad.

Going through security was very hard, but Ezra told me to just keep saying the alphabet backwards in my head. It didn’t necessarily soften the burning thirst inside of me, and even though I couldn’t help but keep my eyes locked on the throbbing pulse in the security guard’s neck, I didn’t bite him. So I counted that towards a success.

Ezra gave me the window seat and buckled me in, which I think made both of us feel a little better. I closed my eyes tightly, and I tried not think of Jack. He was lurking painfully in my thoughts, and he only made my bloodlust increase. The whole situation felt very precarious, and I was starting to think that maybe I wasn’t ready for this trip.

When the engines of the plane started revving up, Ezra leaned over and whispered, “This time, if the plane crashes, it’ll be in the water. The ocean’s full of sharks, and well, they can kill us. So you actually have something to be afraid of this time.”

“Is that supposed to comfort me?” I asked through gritted teeth as a new fear started to take hold.

“No, not at all. I wanted to scare the hell of out you so you’d stop thinking about… things.”

Ezra squeezed my hand back, and that felt reassuring somehow. “But it’s still true. Sharks are brutal.”

The instant we were free to move about, Ezra grabbed the duffle back full of blood from the overhead bin and led me back to the restrooms. We got a lot of weird looks from the other passengers and the flight crew, but nobody stopped us. I doubted that any humans ever stopped Ezra. He was too beautiful and confident and imposing.

He didn’t even try to mask the fact that we were going into the bathroom together, and for some reason, I admired him for that. Ezra didn’t care at all what people thought about him as long as they didn’t think he was a vampire. There was hardly enough room in the bathroom for one person, let alone two, so he swiftly lifted me up and set me on the sink. Then he clunked the duffel bag on my lap and tore it open. When he pulled out a can, I imagined that I could smell it, and I actually started to shake with hunger, but he stopped to look at me.

“You are so pale,” Ezra murmured more to himself than me. He pushed a strand of hair out off my face and looked at me fully in the eyes, inspecting them for their level of hunger. “Hmmm.

I’m going to give you two cans, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever, fine,” I nodded quickly. I didn’t care at all what he said as long as I got the blood. It was so close and my body was going completely insane for it.

“Put your hair back,” Ezra commanded.

It didn’t make sense to me, but I did what he said. I had a hair tie around my wrist, and I pulled my hair up in a messy bun. He was eyeing me up still, trying to figure something out that I didn’t understand, and the cans of blood were in his hands. There was a bag full of cold sitting on my lap, and I bit my lip, hard.

“This is gonna hit you hard, but I need you to walk back out to your seat, okay?” Ezra continued.

“And you can pass out as soon as you sit down.”

“Okay!” I snapped.

He pursed his lips, but unscrewed the can. The small room was instantly full of the scent, and I practically ripped the can from his hands. A small drop splashed out onto my dark green sweater, but I doubted that anyone would notice. I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been so positively obsessed with it.

Greedily, I guzzled it down. As soon as I felt the cold sliding down my throat, I felt an ease growing in my muscles. Even though it was very cold, it spread warm over my body. Before I had even finished the first can, Ezra had unscrewed the second one. He wanted me to get them down me as fast as possible, so we had a chance of me making it to the seat before I looked totally blitzed out.

I drank them both, and Ezra shoved them back in the bag. I licked my lips clean, but he inspected me for any signs of his blood on my face. The world was already starting to get that hazy glow to it, and that wonderful relaxed feeling wanted to take over. With Ezra so close to me, I had the strangest urge to kiss him.

That was just the blood talking, so I lowered my head before I could accidentally act on it.

We walked back to our seats, him with his arm on me to steady me. It took all my strength to keep from stumbling or doing anything ridiculous. All the colors seemed to shine brighter. My shirt looked like grass, and I wanted to pet it, but Ezra was sliding me into the seat.

“How are you feeling?” Ezra whispered as he buckled me back in.

“Dreamy,” I murmured with a hazy smile on my lips.

Before he had even put the bag back in the overhead compartment, I had passed out. It was that wonderful really heavy, deep sleep that most people only dreamed about getting on an airplane. Even with Ezra’s new threats about sharks and this gnawing ache for Jack, I slept soundlessly the entire way to Finland.

Ezra started to gently shake me awake, and somewhere while I had been sleeping, he’d gotten me a pillow and blanket to sleep with. He had a blanket folded on his lap, and I wondered if he’d slept at all. I had managed to sleep through an entire eight hour flight, but I’m sure he barely closed his eyes.

“We’re about to touch down in Helsinki,” Ezra informed me quietly.

“Really?” I yawned and stretched a little, then looked out my window. It was dark out, but the city was aglow with twinkley lights. “What time is it?”

“It’s ten o’clock, Wednesday,” Ezra answered.

“Oh.” My brain scrambled to figure when we left, but it didn’t seem right. “Wait. Did we leave at ten on Tuesday? We haven’t been en route for twenty-four hours.”

“There’s a time change. It’s only two pm in Minneapolis. You might suffer a bit of jet lag, but then again, thanks to that nice nap you had, you might not,” he smiled at me.

“I hope not.” In truth, I didn’t even really know what jet lag was, but from what I heard, it didn’t sound like something I’d want to suffer from.

A flight attendant came to collect our blankets, and the captain came on, saying things about making the descent into Helsinki. Then he repeated the same message in Finnish, or at least I assumed he did since I didn’t understand a word of it. As we got closer, I realized the city was much more stunning than I had expected it to be. In my mind, it had been more of a cold, desolate looking place, but in reality, it looked kind of glamorous and historical, like the way I imagined Paris or London to look. Not that I had ever seen either of them to have any real comparison.

“This is where Peter went to live off the grid?” I asked skeptically as I admired the architecture.

“No, he’s not here,” Ezra shook his head. “We have one more flight to make.”

“Really?” I wrinkled my nose. Even though I had slept through this flight, my body felt stiff, and I was sick of sitting around waiting.

“Just up to northern Finland, in the Lapland,” Ezra said as if that meant anything to me at all. “I’ll explain more once we land. We have another layover.”

“Fantastic,” I sighed.

Getting off the plane, I noticed for the first time how well everything must sit with Ezra. He hadn’t slept in I don’t know how long and he’d just been sitting on a plane the entire time, but his clothes weren’t even wrinkled. He wore a buttoned down white shirt with some kind off shiny white pattern hidden on it, and as always, he left a few of the top buttons on done, as if he wasn’t tantalizing enough. He wore fitted jeans, as had I, which looked out of place when he got off the plane. Most people wore much more comfortable clothes for a long flight, but neither of us really seemed to mind. Everyone was looking at him, noticing how stunning he looked, and I realized belatedly that they were looking at me the same way.

Being really attractive is a weird thing to get used to.

Ezra got everything sorted for the next flight, and then we prepared ourselves to wait for our flight out. This time, I made sure to hang out by a window. I had missed all of New York City, and I was determined to at least admire the view of Helsinki. Not that there was a view from the airport. It was mostly planes, landing strips, and some traffic. But that was more than I had seen in New York.

“It really is a beautiful city,” Ezra admitted, coming up to stand next to me.

We watched as plane taxied down the runway, and I knew that wasn’t he was referring to.

He knew that I was trying to catch a glimpse of something that I was going to miss entirely. I sighed but refused to leave my post at the window. Besides, standing up for a change felt good.

“You’ve stayed here before?” I glanced him out of the corner of my eye even though I thought I knew the answer.

“Many times, mostly before Mae,” Ezra nodded. “I’ve managed to drag her out here a few times, but she doesn’t like to leave the city very much. But Peter loves it here.”

“How come?”

“The cold, the dark, the wilderness, the seclusion. He stays up further north mostly. There’s a couple really fantastic national parks and some ski resorts, and that’s where he spends most of his time. And Helsinki, Stockholm, Amsterdam, they’re all not that far away, whenever he requires bustling city life,” Ezra explained.

The way he said “life” I knew he meant more than dinner and a show. Actually, he just meant dinner.

Peter might enjoy seclusion, but he needed a population to eat, preferably a mixture of vampires and people.

Vampire bars and blood banks made eating so much easier, and the fewer the people, the less the options.

“So that’s where we’re going? Up north?” I turned fully to Ezra. “What’d you call it? The Lapland?”

“Yeah. It’s just the northern most territory in Finland.” He took a deep breath, and he sounded reluctant when he continued. “There’s something I haven’t told you.”

“There’s lots of things you haven’t told me,” I corrected him nervously.

“This is important.” He licked his lips and shifted his gaze. “You’ve heard of stories of werewolves, right?”

My stomach dropped. Sure, I may be a vampire now, but there were certain things I couldn’t take.

Like finding out an endless stream of monsters and folklore were real. After this, maybe we’d roll with a Yeti or go swimming with the Loch ness Monster and a Leprechaun. There had to be some point where fiction remained fiction, and I was determined that ended it immediately after vampires.

“No, no, no,” I shook my head. “Jack told me there weren’t any werewolves. There’s no such thing.”

“No, there’s not!” Ezra agreed emphatically. “Shape shifting of any kind is a complete impossibility.

Or at least as far as I know.”

“So…” My heart had slowed a little, but he was still holding something back, and that wasn’t comforting. “Why even bring them up? How do they relate?”

“You’ve heard the stories about them, though, haven’t you?” Ezra continued, his deep brown eyes looking at me intently.

“Yeah,” I answered uncertainly.

My knowledge of werewolves was very limited, and mostly based on Michael J. Fox’s portrayal in Teen Wolf. I had never thought the film was very factual, because I couldn’t imagine how surfing on a van could be possible, werewolf or no. So I hadn’t given any credence to the lore, and the only thing I carried from it was that wolves were good a basketball. This information did not seem pertinent to the situation.

“How the full moon makes them come out, and they attack without reproach?” Ezra went on. “They turn into vicious animals, unfettered by remorse or logic.”

“Okay, sure,” I nodded, hoping he would just hurry and make his point.

“Do you remember when I told about the vampires I had encountered when I first turned?”

Ezra grew even more solemn, and I didn’t like the way this conversation was going. I didn’t want to see how he tied those two thoughts together. “They were … rabid animals.”

“You’re not… they’re not…” I faltered. “What are you saying exactly?”

“Sometimes, some vampires, either by choice or just be design, don’t ever fully civilize,” he explained carefully. “The ones that are entirely primeval are usually killed pretty early on. Even vampires can’t stomach rampant monsters. But some willfully seek out a different life, one very separate from people and humanity.

They live on the fringe of both our societies.

“This has been the case since the beginning of our kind, of any kind, I suppose. They’ll always be something that lives just outside the limits.” Ezra took a deep breath and looked back out at the night sky.

“We believe the early stories of werewolves are based on vampires living like this. In small packs that hunt together, living more like animals than people. While they are forced to live like us necessity, meaning they can’t kill most of their food, they want to hunt and kill. They hunt big game, like bears and elk, even wolves.

Not for food, but for sport.”

“People do that too,” I interjected, but I’m not sure what point I was making with that.

Mostly, I was trying to freak myself out less.

“We call them lycans. It’s short for lycanthrope, which just means werewolf. Its a little inside joke for vampires.” Ezra smiled at me with that, but I didn’t really think it was funny. “Lycan, I think, just means wolf, in Greek or Latin.”

“This was a round about way of giving me a lesson in Greek?” I asked dryly.

“There’s a pack of lycan that live in the Finnish Lapland,” Ezra ignored me. “I’ve come across them before, but it’s mostly an ever changing group, with only the leader staying the same. From what I gather, he’s a bit of a sadist, and the life expectancy for his pack isn’t anywhere near what it is for the average vampire, or even for other lycans. They are known for their brutality, and they’ve killed innocent people and vampires indiscriminately. They’re just too strong to take on as a whole, so most of us are satisfied to let them be.”

I swallowed hard and tried to focus on the bright lights flashing in the darkness outside of the window. By now, I had started figuring out how this story ended up with us here, waiting for a plane to take us to where these lycans lived. Our destination was very much connected with theirs.

“Last week, for reasons that aren’t yet clear to me, Peter killed a member of their pack. They want revenge, and they don’t want to stop until they get him. And, Peter, in his current state, seems happy to offer himself up,” Ezra finished quietly. “We have to track him down before they do.”

I could barely control my own bloodlust, but we were going to go trekking out into the wilderness to track down a pack of crazed werewolves-cum-vampires so we could save a vampire that had tried to kill me before. It all made perfect sense in my mind. I couldn’t see how any of this could possibly go wrong. We were guaranteed to come out ahead.

“Alice?” Ezra asked when I just kept staring out the window. “Do you have any questions or anything?”

“Nope,” I shook my head. “But Jack’s gonna be so pissed when he finds out what we’re doing.”

Chapter 4

The hotel felt like a cross between a Holiday Inn and a hunting lodge, with fireplaces and antlers hanging on the wall, but I was still pleasantly surprised by the set up. After another two hour flight, followed by a short drive, we finally checked in. Since it was after two in the morning, the place was deserted, and Ezra spoke briefly in Finnish with the desk clerk.

The room had hardwood floors, but generally, it had that same nice, generic look that any other hotel would have. They had internet access and a television, and I didn’t know exactly what I had expected. Some sort of run down hunting lodge with only one bathroom in the whole place maybe. But when I peaked out the window at the snow covered dark, based on the cars in the parking lot, it was relatively busy.

“There’s a lot of people here,” I commented.

Letting the shades close, I turned back to Ezra. He had already started to busy himself with unpacking, while I had just dropped my luggage on one of the beds. I had claimed the double bed closer the window, and his was nearer to the bathroom.

“There’s a ski resort,” Ezra explained absently. “I think I’m going to go ahead and take a shower.” He gathered up his change of clothes and toiletries, then looked over at me. “Then we’ll get some rest and have a go at finding Peter tomorrow.”

“Do we really have time to waste?” I tried to ask without accusation. We had left in such a hurry, and I wasn’t sure how imminent the danger to Peter was.

“We have to rest, or I’ll be of no use to Peter.” He shrugged tiredly, as if he couldn’t see any way around it.

Once he’d gone in the bathroom and I heard the familiar sound of the showering running, I changed into my comfy pajama pants and a cotton shirt. They felt tremendous after spending the past twenty hours or so stuck in jeans and a sweater while traveling across the world. Thankfully, in my rush to pack, I had thought to pack pajamas, otherwise it would’ve been incredibly awkward sleeping in my underwear while sharing a room with Ezra.

I had gotten sleep on the plane ride over the ocean, and with the time difference, I would just be getting up back home in Minneapolis. On top of that, Ezra had amped me when he dropped the news to me that we were really chasing after werewolfian vampires, so I didn’t exactly feel like sleeping.

When I pulled out my phone, I was surprised to find that I had a signal (subconsciously I guess I had been thinking that Finland was in the stone ages) and that my charger didn’t work in the outlets. Fortunately, I’d had it shut off the entire travel time, so the battery was fully charged.

Crossing my fingers, I sat down on the bed and hoped he would be awake enough to answer the phone. This had been the longest we’d gone without talking to each other since I’d turned, and it felt very, very strange. Like the chemicals in body were slightly off balanced without him.

“Hello?” Jack sounded almost frantic when he answered the phone. “Alice? Are you okay? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Irrational tears welled up in my eyes. It was stupid how much I missed him when I’d barely even been gone for a day. “We just got to the hotel. I was just calling to let you know that we got in alright.”

“Good. Good.” Jack was genuinely relieved, but that was tightness in his voice, probably because he missed me and hadn’t wanted me to go in the first place. “How was your flight?”

“I slept through most of it,” I admitted but neglected to tell him the reason for it. He didn’t need to know about my panicked bloodlust in New York. It would just work him up. “This is my first time being out of the Midwest, though, and it sucks. I was in New York City, and I didn’t see any of it. I barely got a glimpse of Helsinki when we were coming in.”

“You’re in Finland?” There was an edge to his voice, and I realized that I might’ve said too much.

“That’s where Peter’s in trouble with vampires?”

“Um…” I shifted on the bed, trying to think of a line to feed him.

“They’re not really vampires, are they? It’s lycan.” He sighed when I didn’t say anything, and then he held the phone away from his mouth. “Mae! Mae!”

“Why are you yelling at Mae?” I asked wearily.

“Because. If she knew that’s what you guys were doing-”

“What?” I interrupted him. “What are you gonna do?”

Jack grumbled something under his breath but didn’t really have a follow-up for that. Even if Mae had known, she would’ve been as happy about as Jack, and she would’ve tried just as hard as to talk Ezra out of going. Most likely, Ezra hadn’t told anybody where we were going for that reason. He had made up his mind, and he didn’t want to waste time fighting about it.

“I should get on a plane right now,” Jack threatened.

“Jack, don’t be silly. Ezra wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I’m just here to try and talk Peter into coming back, not to fight any stupid vampires,” I told him as calmly as I could. If I sounded even slightly freaked out about the lycan, than he would hop on a plane and drag me back with him.

“Peter doesn’t need to come back,” Jack muttered.

“Have you been to Finland?” I quickly changed the subject.

It was pointless to go over the topic of Peter again. The bond between Jack and Peter had been irrevocably severed and arguing with him about it would only make Jack more anxious. I couldn’t make him feel good about me being here, but maybe I could distract him enough where he worried a little less.

“Yeah, once, a few years back,” he said disdainfully. “We went skiing and I was terrible. I broke a snowboard and rolled down the hill like a snowball. It wasn’t that fun. Finland’s not that great. You should just come home.”

“Jack,” I sighed. I had started to smile when I pictured him tumbling down a hill, but it faded when he went back to trying to convince me to leave. “You’re wasting this phone call. My phone’s going to die, and I don’t have a charger. Do you really wanna spend this time arguing with me, when you know you’re not going to change my mind?”

“Yeah, I kind of do,” Jack replied flippantly. “Besides, I’m sure Erza has a charger that’ll work there, and you can use that.”

A few weeks ago, Jack had bought me an iPhone, since I wasn’t on my mother’s cell phone plan anymore. It was the exact same phone that both Ezra and Jack had, so if Ezra had a charger, it would work on mine. I have to be honest - being really rich was kind of awesome.

“Ezra speaks Finnish,” I went on, keeping the subject away from Peter or coming home.

“It’s pretty fancy, although I can’t understand a word of it.”

“Ezra is fluent in like every language known to man, even the dead ones. He thought he was so cool when he watched The Passion of the Christ without subtitles because can he speak Aramaic, but I’m pretty sure that’s the only time that’ll ever come in handy.” He had lightened up, just a tad, and it made me smile.

“Can you speak any other languages?” I had never heard Jack say anything in another language, nor he had he mentioned it.

“Spanish and German,” Jack informed with me an odd sense of pride. “I learned Spanish in high school, and German in college, so I’m not really fluent in either. But I can ask if you speak in English in both languages, and I think that’s the only thing I really need to know.”

“Yeah, that sounds helpful,” I laughed, but my happiness made fresh tears in my eyes. “I miss you, you know?”

“I miss you too,” Jack agreed solemnly. “You can come home, Alice, whenever you want.

No pressure.”

“I know. But I have to help out. It shouldn’t be that long, I don’t think. We’re going out first thing tomorrow. We’ll find Peter, and then come straight home.”

Jack started to say something to me about the Finnish wilderness being more complex than I thought it was, but Ezra came out of the bathroom, distracting me. He had changed into flannel pajama pants and a tee shirt, and his sandy hair was a damp mess. He ruffled his hand through it, then looked at me questioningly.

“It’s just Jack,” I told him, holding the phone a little way from my mouth.

“Ezra’s there? Let me talk to him!” Jack demanded, and his voice had gone hard.

“You don’t need to talk to him,” I sighed.

“I take it he knows we’re in Finland then?” Ezra asked me, and I nodded sheepishly. “Oh well. He’d find out sooner or later.”

“Look, Jack, I should get some sleep anyway. I’ll call you soon and let you know how things are going,” I told him reluctantly. Ezra had started rolling down the teal bedspread, meaning he was getting ready for bed and I should probably do the same.

“Alice…” Jack was almost whining, and he realized it so he stopped. “Just call me soon, really soon.

And take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will,” I promised.

When I hung up the phone, I had to fight the overwhelming urge to sob. Somehow hearing his voice had only made things worse. My heart ached dully in my chest, and my body felt completely out of whack. It felt like there was something missing, and I hated it. I hated that I could barely even survive being away from.

Being that dependant on another person was unsettling.

“You didn’t have to get off the phone because of me, you know,” Ezra said.

He had gotten into bed, and I glanced back at him, careful not to let my gaze linger long enough for him to notice how distressed I really was. I swallowed back tears, staring down at my phone, and heard the rustle of blankets as he settled himself into bed. Even though I’d just gotten off the phone, I thought about calling Jack back. It wouldn’t do any good to make me feel better, so I decided against it.

“I know,” I admitted. Setting my phone on the nightstand, I crawled underneath the covers myself.

“Are you going to call Mae?”

“Not until I know anything. Jack can fill her in.” He rolled onto his stomach and rested his head on the pillow. “Are you doing to be okay with all of this?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I nodded, and I wasn’t sure if I was lying or not.

I leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp, but even in the darkness, I could feel Ezra watching me. It would be impossible to hide anything from him, but I was determined to try anyway.

Rolling over so my back was to him, I allowed a few silent tears to slide down my cheeks. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything, and eventually, his breathing had the regulated quality that comes with sleep. Unfortunately, sleep wouldn’t be nearly as easy for me.

Ezra tore open the shades while the sun was still up, and I squinted and pulled the blankets over my head. The little experienced I had with the sun so far made me tired and cranky, and I had no urge to relive that feeling. Fully dressed and whistling an old Neil Young song, I heard Ezra go about the room, and I knew it was time to get up.

“What time is it?” I mumbled, still buried underneath the thin hotel comforter.

“It’s a little after one, but we need to get going. We’re burning daylight.” Ezra chuckled at his own joke, and I was starting to think that maybe I didn’t agree with his sense of humor.

“You’re actually expecting me to get up now?” I poked my head out, braving the blinding light that filled the room.

“We do need to get going,” he told me absently. He was checking something on his phone, then he glanced back at the open. “I can close the shades, if that helps.”

“You know it does,” I yawned.

Ezra complied, still fiddling around with his phone, and I hoped that meant that he had a lead on something. His half of the room was already completely straightened up, the bed made and everything, and I wondered what time he had gotten up. I had slept terribly, tossing and turning all day long, and dreaming horrible things about Jack. I woke up feeling more tired than I had when I went to sleep.

“I wish I still drank coffee or Red Bull or something,” I grumbled as I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. (Fun fact: Vampires still pee. Blood is a liquid, after all.)

“Just take a cold shower. That’ll perk you right up,” Ezra suggested.

Following his advice, I took a quick, cold shower, and it helped some. I dressed in a hurry, then Ezra told me that I had to blow dry my hair so it wouldn’t freeze when we went outside. Instead of balking at the idea of being out in the sun, I just did as I was told. It would make the whole process faster.

The hotel was alive with people today, and I pulled the scarf up over my mouth and nose to muffle it.

When we were walking out, I noticed the décor in the hotel was distinctly green. There were potted plants everywhere, probably to counteract the seemingly endless winters and obliquely white window views. I personally enjoyed winter, but it would be odd to live in a place that had snow eight months out of the year.

It really wasn’t that cold out, only in the low thirties, but I had bundled up in a winter jacket and boots, like any normal person would. There wasn’t that much snow yet, only enough to crunch underneath my feet. Fortunately, Ezra had packed an extra pair of sunglasses for me, so I wasn’t instantly blinded, but the sun didn’t thrill me either.

“So what’s the plan?” I had followed him out of the building, and he was walking towards a silver Range Rover with snow tires. “What’s this?”

“How we’re going to get around,” Ezra answered vaguely, and I wondered if he was purposely infuriating or if it was just force of habit. He got in the driver’s side, so I hopped in after him.

“When did you get this?” I demanded when he started it.

“While you were sleeping. I figured it would be best if I let you sleep as late as possible.”

Without even looking, he whipped the Rover into reverse and sped out away from the hotel.

Usually, Ezra was the mild driver, but it suddenly became apparent to me where Jack’s driving skills had come from.

As he sped down the road, I pulled my hood up over my head and sunk lower in my seat, trying to hide myself from the sun’s rays as much as I could.

“How is this gonna work?” I yawned when he’d been on the road for ten minutes. Already, I felt like napping, and I knew as the day wore on, I would only get sleepier.

“We’ll be in tree cover most of the time.” Ezra nodded to the think pine trees that filled the world around us. “You have your hood and sunglasses, and when we get back in the morning, we’ll both eat. We’ll be fine.”

“Hmph,” I grumbled skeptically.

We had traveled about a half hour or so when Ezra abruptly turned off the road and parked the Range Rover. I had been dozing a bit, but I sat up when the vehicle stopped. There was a GPS system in the dash, so I leaned over to inspect it, hoping to find some kind of clue as to where we were at.

Unfortunately, Finnish words and town names kind of looked like gibberish to me, so I didn’t gain any insight.

“Okay. What’s going?” I asked, but Ezra turned off the car and jumped out in response.

“Thanks.”

I scrambled out after him, and naturally, I slipped in an icy patch of snow. When I tried to catch my fall by grabbing onto the car, I only succeeded in denting the side horribly. It was pretty awesome having almost no control over my body. I couldn’t wait for the grace and strength to really kick in.

“Are you coming?” Ezra had paused long enough for me to collect myself and scurry after him.

“Yeah. Where are we going?” I asked when I caught up with him.

“The woods.” We were already in walking into a very thick patch of trees, so he was doing nothing more than stating the obvious.

“You’re really becoming my least favorite person,” I muttered as I nearly tripped over a fallen log.

“I don’t know exactly where we’re going,” he reluctantly admitted. “I just know the area we’re supposed to be in, and this is it.”

We were in the shadows thanks to the cover the trees, so at least that was something.

Looking around, though, everything appeared the same as everything had before. Coniferous trees blanketed the area, and somewhere up ahead, I could hear a river flowing. Other than that, I had no idea how Ezra could tell one tree from another, or he could possibly have any clue where we were at. Admittedly, this was an area he was much more familiar with than I was, but I couldn’t imagine what distinguished these trees from the rest.

“What the hell is this area?” I stopped walking and just stared up through the trees at the sky.

“The lycan live around here.”

I would’ve liked to press him further about it, but it was obvious he didn’t want to talk. Ezra didn’t even slow down for me, so I learned my lesson about stopping for no reason. We trekked through the trees all afternoon, and while the sun didn’t directly shine on me, I felt a burst of energy when it finally down. We came across the river I had a heard, and Ezra convinced me to wade through it.

Once night had closed in completely, Ezra started to wait for me and insisted that I stay close to him.

During the day, other vampires weren’t a threat, which was probably part of the reason he’d want to check things out during the light. There would be very little chance of anyone attacking us, but we were lacking any form of safety. He didn’t slow much, though, and spoke very little.

The biggest excitement of the night was when we saw a few reindeer walking in front of us.

Ezra explained that many Europeans say that this is where Santa Clause lives, not the North Pole, partially because of the large reindeer population. In reality, we weren’t that far south from the North Pole anyway, so it wasn’t much of a stretch.

By the time the sun started to rise, I was completely exhausted. There’s a myth that vampires don’t ever get tired or run out of energy, and Ezra did seem to exemplify stamina. Maybe I’m just a wuss. I don’t really know. When the sky started to lighten, we made the long walk through the trees back to the car, and I was incredibly relieved when I finally got to sit down inside the Range Rover.

On top of that, that gnawing hunger had started setting in a few hours ago. Ezra’s pulse had gotten more noticeable, and my hands were exhibiting a fine tremor. The early morning light filtered in through the windows, and that only made it worse. I felt anxious and sore, and I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel.

I must’ve been jonesing noticeably because Ezra put his arm securely around me when we walked inside. It was after seven in the morning, so the breakfast crowd filled the dining room. The scent of eggs and some kind of deer sausage made me sick, but over that, I could smell the delectable scent of blood, and I was grateful for Ezra’s strong arm steering me towards our room.

Once inside, I peeled off my jacket and tossed it aside. If I had been able to sweat, I would’ve. Next time we went out, I’d have to remember to leave my coat in the car. Walking around like that gets the blood pumping too much, and it’s far too warm. I kicked off my boots, and I really, really wanted to tear off my jeans, but that didn’t seem like a good idea.

“That was a total waste of a day,” I said, squirming about the room. My clothes felt too heavy and uncomfortable, and it was hard not to take them off.

Ezra had turned the temperature down really low and refilled the duffel bag with ice sometime before we left last night, so the containers of blood were still intact and cool. He left the bag in the bathtub so that when the ice melted, it wouldn’t leak all over. While I was in the room twitching and not taking off my clothes, he was in the bathroom getting food for us.

“We figured some things out,” Ezra insisted, coming out of the bathroom with a several canisters of blood. “Tomorrow we’ll have a better idea of where we need to go.”

“If you say so.”

The canisters were in sight so any petty complaint I had bottled up didn’t matter anymore.

He unscrewed the lid, and I almost ripped it from his hands. Hurriedly, I downed it, and Ezra just watched me with an odd look of fascination on his face. That wonderful warming effect spread out over me, and I held out my hand for a second can.

“Get ready for bed first,” he shook his head. “I’m not getting you in your pajamas after your passed out.”

“Fine. Look away.” It was actually a smart idea, but I was pouty about it anyway.

Ezra did as he was told, and I took off my clothes as quickly as I possible could. That really didn’t end up being all that fast because that tired, loose feeling was taking over me, and I almost fell over just taking off my shirt. Somewhere in the room, I knew I had clean pajamas, but the ones I wore last night were just laying on the bed, and they weren’t that dirty, so I pulled them on. When putting on my pants, I fell back on the bed and didn’t bother to get up again.

“Done,” I announced and held out my hand again.

“You’re going to have to learn to take it easier on these. I don’t think I packed enough for you keep going at this rate,” Ezra warned, but he cracked a can open and handed it to me.

“I thought you’d be an over packer,” I said before gulping it down.

“I am.” He looked at me severely, then sat on his bed across from me.

“It’s the sun,” I told him, and my words had already started getting that slurred edge to them. All the colors in the room were spectacularly bright, and this deep relaxation flooded over me. “The sun is super draining. I don’t think I can go back out in again, not like that. And then walking around for like seventeen hours? It’s just too much for me…”

“It’s not too much for you,” Ezra shook his head again as he watched me struggle to stay sitting up and conscious. “You have almost infinite power, Alice. You’ve got to stop thinking like you’re human.”

“You are!” I spouted, but clearly, that didn’t make sense.

“Yes, of course, I am,” he rolled his eyes.

When he opened his own canister to drink, my body tried to insist that I was still thirsty. I craned towards him woozily, and he smiled at my own greed. There was no way I could get up and walk across to his bed, so it wasn’t like I could steal it from him. He drank his at a much slower rate, and I wondered how he could do that. As soon as it hit my lips, I had to have it all, as fast as I could.

I started to ask him a question, but I didn’t even know what it was, so I let myself fall back on the bed.

Pleasure was rolling over me, and I didn’t want to fight it anymore. I know Ezra wanted to me express more self-control, but then again, he already claimed that I was expressing self-control. If this was me under control compared to other vampires, then I’d hate to see what they were like.

“Oh… the lycans are worse then this, aren’t they?” I groaned.

“I don’t really understand the question.” Ezra got up and walked over to me. “Why don’t you get some sleep, Alice? You’ve had a long day. Get under the covers.”

Naturally, since I couldn’t even really sit up, I couldn’t crawl under the covers. Ezra lifted me up, drew back the covers, then laid me back down and tucked me in. There was something really great about that, even without the whole blood-high. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had been really tucked in. Jack would kind of do it sometimes, but it was different because he was my boyfriend. Before I had time to really figure out how this was different, I passed out.

Chapter 5

Dazzling green lights flashed across the clear night sky. We had been crossing another river when I happened to look up and notice the aurora borealis dancing above us. I stopped where I was on the frozen shore and just stared at them in awe. They were breathtakingly beautiful, and even Ezra had pause and look, and nothing stopped him in this trip.

If yesterday Ezra had been driven on his pursuit of Peter, today he was relentless. I refused to go out in the sun, so he let me sleep until four in the afternoon, but I’m not sure how much sleep he’d gotten himself. Using his phone and his laptop, he’d been busy trying to get coordinates for where he thought Peter would be. I’m still not entirely sure who or what his sources were because of his insistence on everything being so anonymously vague.

When I got up, I responded to a couple text messages to Jack, got ready, and over ten hours later, I found myself in the middle of the Finnish Laplands, staring up at the spectacle of lights above me. Smartly, I’d just put on boots, a sweater, and jeans, so I wasn’t suffering from all the constraints I had been the night before. Plus, since I’d avoided the sun and actually slept, I felt surprisingly good on our hike.

My attention shifted from the Northern Lights when I heard a crackling rustling sound coming from the woods. I could see something dark shifting through the trees, and then I caught a whiff of the familiar farm-y smell of reindeer. A few yards down the river from us, six huge reindeer came barreling out through the trees and charging across a shallower part of the river.

“Alice,” Ezra whispered icily. He took a step back towards me, holding his arm out in front of me.

“What? They’re just reindeer. Did you have a run in with Blitzen once?” I teased, but he hissed at me.

“They wouldn’t be running like that at this time of night unless something was chasing them.” His words were nearly drowned out in the splashing of their hooves as they tore across the river, but they made my heart freeze solid.

Cautiously, I moved closer to Ezra, and strained to see what could be following behind the reindeer. I crossed my fingers for wolves, but I had a feeling that it was a something a little more anthropomorphic than that. Once the reindeer had plummeted back in the woods, other than the sound of their depleting hooves, there was an odd silence.

Straining, I realized that wasn’t exactly right. There was silence, but not silence. I could see things, but not things. It was like every time I almost caught something, it was gone before I could even register. Almost as if there was a ghost spooking the deer, and then I thought hopefully, maybe it was just the run-of-the-mill ghost. No extra brutal crazed vampires.

“Alice!” Ezra shouted suddenly and grabbed my arm.

I was about to scream what, but the splash in the river directly in front of us answered my questions completely. Literally out of nowhere, a man had leapt into the river. When the black water settled around him, I got a look at him under the glowing green lights. He was shirtless, but he appeared to have pants on, although it was hard to tell when the water came up to almost his waist. His arms and chest were very well muscled, more than Jack or Peter, and covered in dark hair. Not like an animal or a werewolf, but rather, just like a very hairy man. He had jet black hair that went past his ears, and his strong jaw had a thick stubble. He was very attractive, but there was something about his black eyes that didn’t sit right with me.

He stared at us for a moment, making my heart hammer nervously in my chest, and I was about to say something, just to break the tension, but then I saw movement from behind him. Across the river, walking deliberately slow, two more vampires came out from behind the trees, going down to the shore opposite of us. They were flanking in the one in the water, but they looked much less imposing.

For one thing, they were both fully clothed, even though their clothes were rather ragged and they were barefoot. The one on the right had blondish hair and light facial hair, and he looked totally amused by all of this. His jeans were in pretty sorry shape, but his hoodie looked fairly new. He had surprisingly happy eyes, reminding me of Jack’s, only with a menacing edge to them.

The other one appeared to be embarrassed about this little confrontation. His jeans and long-sleeve tee shirt were filthy and badly worn. His thick, dark brown was shorter than the other two, but he had a thick stubble on his face as well. While he was well-toned, he was smaller, probably closer to Peter or Jack in size.

His eyes were the thing that caught me the most. They were gentle and large, reminding me of that of a puppy. He didn’t have even a hint of rabid intent about him.

The one in the water crouched down lower, looking poised for an attack, and my mind raced to think of a way out of it. Everybody had warned me just to run, but there was no way I could out run these guys. I wasn’t even sure if Ezra could. They had some kind of super running trick that I didn’t even know was possible.

“We don’t mean to bother you,” I said weakly, and Ezra squeezed my arm.

From the water, the lycan growled at me, but the one with the kind eyes looked surprised by me. He kept staring at me, but when the one in the water made some infinitesimal movement towards us, he stopped him.

“Stellan!” he snapped.

The one in the water turned to look at him and started to make what sounded like a confused argument in Finnish, but he just shook his head and cut him off. Quietly, I asked Ezra what that was about, but he just silenced me.

“You’re American, yeah?” the amused vampire asked, his tone lilting with an unfamiliar accent.

“Yes, we are,” Ezra responded, his voice sounding more resolute than ever before. “I’m Ezra, and this is my sister, Alice.” He had never referred to me as his sister before, and I realized that I was kind of was, and I liked it. Or at least I would’ve if I hadn’t been worried about the lycans ripping our throats out at any second.

“Dodge,” the amused one smirked at us. “I’m from Boston.” Okay, so his accent wasn’t that exotic, but it wasn’t like I’d ever been to Boston before to really pick up on it.

“Leif,” the gentle one gestured to himself, and then to the bewildered vampire in the water.

“That’s Stellan. He’s Finnish, and he refuses to learn any other language. He’s a class act.” Stellan turned back to him and retorted something in Finnish, but Leif just shook his head.

“What are you doing out here?” Dodge cocked an eyebrow at us. “It doesn’t look like you’re on a friendly hike.”

Nervously, I looked up at Ezra and waited for him to speak. He had let go of me but kept his arm shielded in front of me. There wasn’t really a good answer to the question. We didn’t look like we were just passing through, but I was pretty sure that these were the lycans after Peter, so we couldn’t exactly announce that we were here to rescue him.

“She’s never been here before,” Ezra chose his words carefully. “She wanted to explore.”

“I’m very curious,” I chimed in, and Ezra shot me a look.

Dodge chuckled, but that only seemed to infuriate Stellan. He stood up straighter, making himself look larger and more imposing, and his eyes glared down at us. To Dodge and Leif, we appeared to be some kind of curiosity, and Leif especially looked at with us affection and tolerance. I’m not sure if it was because we were speaking English or what, but Stellan definitely thought we were a threat.

Glancing back at Leif, Stellan shouted something in Finnish again. His eyes almost instantly returned to us, even though he was still talking to Leif, but I suspected that was because he didn’t trust taking his eyes off of us. Ezra could understand everything he said, but he was purposely trying to play dumb, in hopes that Stellan would inadvertently confess something.

“Did you know this was our territory?” Dodge asked when Stellan finished his rant.

“No. This is a National Park, isn’t it?” Ezra continued to pretend to be dumbfounded.

Leif and Dodge exchanged looks. It was clear that both of them were skeptical of Ezra’s performance, even though I thought it was top notch. Then again, they probably had keener vampire senses than I did.

However, based on Dodge’s casual shrug and Leif’s nod, neither of them thought we were a danger to them either. We probably weren’t, so that made sense.

“This is lycan territory,” Leif explained, looking gravely at us. “It’s best if you don’t wander around here too much.”

“Sorry. We’ll be more careful in the future,” Ezra apologized.

“Make sure that you do,” Dodge winked at us.

Ezra nodded at them, then started ushering me away, back the way we came. The lycans didn’t move from where they stood, and I felt their eyes watching us as we hurried through the forest towards the car.

Ezra kept his hand on my back, making go at a much faster rate than I would’ve enjoyed. I started to say something several times, but he shushed me every time until we got to the car.

“What are we doing?” I asked when he unlocked the Range Rover and got inside.

“Get in,” Ezra commanded and then slammed his door shut.

“It’s only one-thirty,” I insisted climbing in after him. “We have plenty of time to look for Peter.”

“If they caught us in the woods again tonight…” He trailed off.

When he threw it in drive, he made sure that the doors were locked before racing down the snowy road. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror, making me increasingly nervous. I turned around, half expecting to see a pack of wolves chasing after us, but there was just an empty road. His demeanor did nothing to calm me, even though I couldn’t see exactly what had freaked him out so much.

The lycans hadn’t been all that terrifying. Other than their insanely quick speed and appearing act.

“What’s going on? They didn’t really seem that bad. In fact, other than the Finnish one in the River, they just seemed like your ordinary vampires.” I’d actually seen scarier vampires at the club in Minneapolis, and I assumed that Ezra had seen much worse.

“That’s not the whole pack,” Ezra answered softly, his eyes flitting back to the rearview mirror. “They were following us back, and that’s why I wouldn’t let you say anything in the woods. Now they’ve seen us and they know what vehicle we drive. One of them is probably following us back to find out we’re staying. We can’t do anything more tonight.”

“You’re just being paranoid,” I shook my head, but his certainty was unnerving.

The road had patches of snow and black ice, and the signs on the side of the road warned that it was reindeer crossing all over. In spite of all of this, Ezra sped faster than I had ever seen him drive before, and his eyes very rarely stayed on the road on front of us. The green glowing in the sky had started to disappear, so I stared out my window at the fading display.

“I don’t want to freak you out,” he confessed randomly.

“Thanks,” I replied dryly.

“I’m not sure how many lycans are in his pack anymore. At times there were as many as fifteen or twenty, and other times there were as few as four. It just depends on what kind of mood he’s in. He’ll wipe out his entire pack for the hell of it, and start over fresh,” Ezra talked as if he was explaining something to me, but he was starting in the middle of the idea, making it hard to follow.

“Who are you talking about?” I looked over at him.

“Gunnar.” His eyes went to the mirror again, as if by seeing his name he could summon him. “He’s being leading a pack in the Lapland for the better part of the past three centuries. They winter up there, and summer in Russia and Siberia.”

“How do you know that he’s still the leader? When was the last time you saw him? Have you ever even saw him, or is this all just gossip?” I pressed, trying not to let any of this faze me.

“It’s been fifty years or more,” Ezra admitted. “But others have seen him, had run-in’s with him.

When I was told of Peter’s troubles, they specifically mentioned Gunnar by name.”

“So you knew exactly what you were getting into when we came here?” I narrowed my eyes at him, and his pursed his lips in response. “Then why are you so freaked out by this? If you knew that’s who were dealing with.”

“I was hoping to avoid him entirely. I thought we could just find Peter and get out of here, before they even knew that we’d been here,” he sighed. “And that’s also why I think Peter’s on a suicide mission. He was with me the last time we encountered Gunnar. We’re just lucky that we didn’t see him in the woods. He’d know exactly who I was and what I was doing there, and we wouldn’t be on our way back to the hotel now.”

I sank back in the seat and finally started to get a grasp on what had frazzled Ezra so much.

There were there lycan back there, and if one of them had been Gunnar, it would’ve been impossible for us to get away. They outnumbered us, and I’m sure I would be useless in a fight. We had just very narrowly escaped death, which is saying something for us.

“How do you kill a vampire?” I breathed.

With my murder becoming increasingly imminent, I thought it would be good to know the method of my demise. Ezra had once mentioned that starvation lasting for months or years would lead to death, but that seemed like a very unlikely course of action in this scenario. I imagined something more instant, more violent, more bloody. Less than a month into immortality, and I was already facing death. That’s just my luck.

“Head. Heart.” He shifted uneasily, but the car started to slow, meaning that his initial panic had started to ebb. “Our bones are nearly unbreakable, though, so it’s incredibly hard to damage either of them.

Another vampire could rather easily do it. We’re our only enemy in this world.”

The imagery of my heart getting ripped out was enough to keep me silent for the rest of the car ride back to the hotel. When we parked, Ezra didn’t check behind him for lycan, but I did.

Apparently his paranoia had transferred to me. The clerk behind the desk made googley eyes at me when we came in, but I barely even noticed. There were far more important things on my mind. Like how I planned on surviving this trip.

Chapter 6

We made our circles wider and wider around the lycan territory, but after three days, we had no choice but starting moving in closer again. Besides that, all of the intel that Ezra had been getting suggested that Peter was imbedded in lycan land. It was all part of his suicide plan, I guess. Hang out around them long enough until they slaughtered him. The only problem was that we had now way knowing whether it happened yet or not.

Since we had seen the lycan, Ezra had had been kind of hesitant about bringing me out with him. His whole plan for getting Peter rested on my ability to convince him, but that wasn’t fool proof either. Neither of us were exactly sure how he’d respond to me, since I had been the reason for his heartbreak and subsequent meltdown.

Except… the last kiss we shared, the only time he had every truly kissed me, I felt something different. When he met me, he definitely hadn’t wanted me, but after I almost died and he took off, something changed in him. When he came back, he was different towards me, kinder, more understanding.

Something in the way he had felt about me had shifted. Maybe it was because he felt guilty about hurting me, or maybe it was because he had learned what it was like to live without me. Or maybe something else entirely.

Whatever the reason, Peter had actually started to let himself care about me.

In the chaos of everything that was happening the last time I saw, his sudden appearance and the impending fight between him and Jack, I hadn’t been able to really understand what had been going on. Only in retrospect, when I looked back on everything, I realized something, and that had been the catalyst that kept me searching the trees for fifteen hours a day with lycan threatening us.

Peter had tasted Jack’s bite on me, he had known that Jack had bitten me, but he didn’t come back to kill him. He had been trying to let me go. Even though everything inside him, the insistent bond in his blood, screamed that he should kill Jack, and probably me too. But he hadn’t. Instead, he planned on really letting me go, not because of his own fears or what his body demanded, but because he knew that would be what made me the happiest. The one true kiss we had ever shared had been a kiss good-bye.

That just happened to be when Jack walked in, and he set off an entirely different chain of events than Peter had in mind. Maybe Peter wouldn’t have kept fighting him, though. Maybe if Jack hadn’t turned me, hadn’t broken the bond, Peter would’ve just left anyway. I can’t say for sure, but part of me believes he would have.

Peter came back for me, of that I’m sure. He had tried to fight everything, but eventually, he gave into them. But when he saw that I was happier, that I had moved on with Jack, he was going to let me go and leave, once and for all. That was the direct opposite of what he was supposed to do, of what his blood told him to do, but he was going to do it for me. Underneath all of his chemicals and reservations, there had to be genuine feeling for me, otherwise he never would’ve let me be with Jack.

That’s what kept me coming back out in the woods, even with the full understanding of what we were up against. I thought that Peter might really listen to me, and even if he didn’t, I had to try.

It’s hard to walk away when someone needed me. I hadn’t been able to leave Milo, and I wouldn’t give up on Peter, not when he had been willing to sacrifice so much for me.

Ezra had talked very little of Peter, even though we were here for him. He wasn’t thrilled about Peter’s recent behaviors regarding me, but what little he did say about tended to be good or apologizing for his mistakes. Ezra had been alone for a very long time before he turned Peter, and that had been the first real companionship he’d had in over a century. There were times that he had considered giving to his impulses and living like the lycan, but Peter had pulled him away from that. Until Ezra met Mae just over fifty years ago, Peter had been his only reason to go on and live a civilized life.

There was nothing that Ezra wouldn’t do for Peter, but I suspected that was the same for all of us.

Their bond might have had more sentimentality with him, but all of us, even me and Milo, were of equal importance to him. Family meant a lot to him, even though he didn’t make a show of it the way Mae did. She was always constantly hugging and fawning over everyone, and still kept tabs on her human family. Ezra didn’t say quite as much, but he hadn’t hesitated to come out here and get Peter, even knowing it would put himself in danger.

We walked through the woods in almost total silence, but I knew when we started getting closer to the lycan homeland. He walked a little faster but made sure that his steps matched mine. He looked around more, scanning for the imperceptible movement of the pack, and kept incredibly close to me, so sometimes I was almost tripping over him to get by. He was willing to risk anything for Peter, but he wasn’t didn’t feel quite the same way about me risking everything.

In the hotel today before we left, he’d asked if I wanted to stay behind. I had immediately said no, but he continued recommending until I finally refused to talk about it with him anymore. We were going back to the exact area where the lycans had told us to stay away from, but that had to be where Peter was, assuming that Peter was still alive.

“Shouldn’t we be calling his name or something?” I asked when the silence and the search became too much for me.

Ezra shook his head, and I ducked underneath a low-hanging branch. The one thing I could say for all these treks was that I was starting to get a lot more nimble and agile. After days of slipping in the snow and tripping over my branches, I had finally started to get my footing. I wasn’t getting as tired out as I used to, either, and I hadn’t been quite as hungry. If nothing else, this would do a good job of getting me through vampire boot camp.

“I just don’t think we’re doing that much,” I insisted, keeping my words hushed. If I was too loud, he would silence me completely, but I figured that being quiet would at least give me a chance at some conversation. “We’re just wandering around the trees. How are we supposed to find Peter?

You have this carefully calculated plan of where to look, but when we get here, we don’t even do anything.”

“They can’t know we’re looking.” Ezra was barely loud enough to be heard over the crunch of our boots in the snow.

“I get that, but Peter has to know. Or how else will we find him?” I pressed.

“Smell him. Hear him. See him.” He shrugged, but then slowed, almost pausing to look at me hopefully. “Can you still… feel him?”

Whenever ever I had been around Peter before, my body automatically pulled towards him.

I’d walk to him without even trying. My natural inclination had been to be with him, and that would be really helpful in a search party. If we got close to him at all, then my body would just direct us to him. Since my transformation and my bond had broken with him, it didn’t seem likely that I still felt the same way.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, although I tended to think that I wouldn’t be able to.

If I thought about Peter or talked about him, I didn’t get all fluttery and intense anymore.

That could just be because of all the changes I’ve gone through, and that my reaction is now that of a vampire’s and not a human’s, but I don’t think so. I have a bond with Jack, and I can still feel things like that for him, which means that I probably can’t for Peter anymore.

“Oh well,” Ezra shrugged again and tried not to look dejected. His pace picked up again, andI scampered behind him to catch up. “We’ll find him anyway.”

We continued on in silence, Ezra scouring the area around us. We passed over the river where we had met the lycan, and that made my heart skip a bit. He glanced back at me, and I hated that he could hear my heart. It gave him a read on emotions that I’d rather keep private. I could tell that he was about to ask me if I wanted to turn back, but I just shook my head and insisted we plow ahead.

Hopefully, he was better at tracking than I was, because I couldn’t even smell the lycan anymore. They smelled of sheep or horses or dogs that were never let in the house. It was the scent of animals that lived outside, which made sense, because essentially, that’s what they were. When we had come across reindeer earlier in the night, it wasn’t quite the smell as that. There was something edgier about the way lycan smelled, like livestock and… road kill. I don’t know if that’s right, but that’s the best way I can describe it.

There was a crack of a branch loud enough that even a human could hear, and I whirled towards it.

Ezra had moved in front of me, his posture defensive and tense. It had been about an hour since we passed the river, so we were well into their territory, and we had yet to see any animals. I inhaled deeply, hoping to get a read on what was around us, but all I could only smell the cold. Snow. Trees. Dirt.

Maybe an owl…

A flap of wings followed by the rustle of branches, and I saw a large owl take flight in front of the moon. Relief washed over me, but Ezra didn’t relax at all. If anything he tensed up more, but he’d obviously been able to see the same owl I had. I wanted to ask him what his deal was, but then I heard something else too.

The soft crunch of footsteps in the snow, softer than hooves, softer than shoes. Barefoot.

That meant it was either a bear, which didn’t really concern me, or the lycan, which did really concern me.

Even in the moonlight, I could make out anything through the trees, but they were experts on being ghosts. But then I saw him, several yards ahead of us, walking towards us with his hands held up open towards us, the sign of surrender.

It was the kind one, Leif, with the big brown puppy dog eyes. He was wearing the same clothes as he had been the other day, although they appeared to be even dirtier. Ezra, on the other hand, looked rather dapper for a midnight hike. He was wearing a black cashmere sweater with a thick, poloesque collar, but in most ways, Ezra appeared to be an entirely different species than Leif.

“I’m alone!” Leif announced as he got closer to us.

I half-expected Ezra to tell him to stop where he was, but Ezra probably knew that he was in no position to make orders. Leif stopped a few feet in front of us anyway, but that was still much closer than either of us would like. Ezra kept his body partially blocking mine, but he stood slightly less defensively.

“I am alone. I know you don’t trust me, but it’s the truth.” Leif repeated, his voice soft and gentle.

I would guess that he was American or maybe Canadian. He pushed a strand of his thick, dark hair off his forward and chewed his lip nervously. His eyes roamed around us, unsure of where to let them settle, and he glanced up at that moon.

“They’re in Sweden, hunting,” Leif continued, as if we had asked. “Dodge was convinced that we’d scared you away, so they left.”

“But you weren’t?” Ezra asked cautiously, and his stance grew more rigid again. Leif shrugged in response and lowered his eyes to the ground. “Is that why you stayed behind? To see if we came back?”

“Maybe,” Leif confessed, then quickly added, “But not like you think.”

“You don’t know what I think,” Ezra countered evenly.

Leif shifted uneasily and looked back up at the moon again. He rubbed his arm anxiously, and I could tell there was something that he wanted to say but couldn’t seem to find the words. He almost seemed desperate, and his eyes looked pained when he looked back at us.

“You’re after Peter, aren’t you?” Leif asked simply, and Ezra and I stiffened. “Look, I’m not out to get him. He killed my brother… but it was self-defense. Krist had a temper and…” Leif looked around again, growing more agitated. “Peter had no business being here. He was trying to ‘try out’ for the pack, but that’s not how it works. So Gunnar was putting him through all these stupid tests, and Krist was one of them. But Peter started winning…” He looked apologetic, his eyes wide and sincere. “It wasn’t fair what they did to him.

What they’re still doing to him.”

“Still?” The fear in Ezra’s voice made me wince.

Ezra took a step forward and his heart tightened at the thought of them still doing anything to Peter.

My head swam with images of torture, and Ezra had seen far worse than I had. He knew what true torture could be for a vampire, and I didn’t even want to know what he was thinking of. Everything Leif had been saying only made feel sick and scared, but if they were still doing something to him, that meant that he still had to be alive.

“Yeah, he’s alive. He’s okay,” Leif’s voice cracked on the last word, and I had a feeling that okay was rather subjective in this case.

“What are they doing? Where is he?” Ezra demanded in a low growl, and Leif shrunk lower, taking a step back. Any pretense that Ezra had of submitting to the lycans was completely shattered.

He was a pack leader in his own right, and Leif bowed down to that.

“I don’t know exactly,” Leif confessed.

He was clearly afraid, and I didn’t think that worked in our benefit, so I put a hand on Ezra’s arm.

Reluctantly, he responded and took a step back. Leif nodded his appreciation at me and stood up straighter.

He wasn’t going to mess with us, but he wouldn’t have whether Ezra had freaked him out or not. After all, he had sought us out, not the other way around.

“They’re hunting him,” Leif said.

“He’s in Sweden?” I raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t what Ezra had been hearing.

“No, no, he’s still here,” Leif shook his head. “Its just the pack in Sweden.”

“I don’t understand. Why is he still here? If they’re gone, why didn’t he just come home?” I asked, confused.

Leif gave Ezra a plaintive look, and Ezra nodded knowingly. He understood what was going on, and I didn’t appreciate being left out of the loop. Maybe I didn’t full understand hunting properly, but once the hunter was gone, I didn’t see the point in the prey hanging out for them to return. Even with Leif being left behind, he wasn’t a guard of any kind. Peter could easily overpower him.

“What? Why won’t Peter leave?” I demanded, looking up at Ezra since Leif didn’t answer me.

“Us,” Ezra replied thickly. “The pack will track him if he leaves, and follow him back to our house.”

“If they’re so good at tracking, then why haven’t they killed him yet?” I pressed.

It didn’t make sense. If they could follow us across the Atlantic, then they could certainly find one vampire in their own territory. While I didn’t want Peter to be dead, it didn’t really make sense to me why they would leave him alive. Especially not after all this time. We’d been in Finland for a week, and the trouble had to have started some time before that.

“They like to play with their food,” Ezra said, and Leif looked sheepishly at the ground.

“They want him to wait in fear, wondering when they’re going to pounce, jumping at every noise. And eventually, he’ll either go mad, or come home, which is a prize in and of itself.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, but an intense nausea was welling up inside me.

“Why don’t you explain it to her?” Ezra growled at Leif. “Since this is your plan!”

“It’s not my idea!” Leif insisted, looking hurt and ashamed. “I’m here, telling you this! At risk to myself! So don’t tell me that this is my idea!”

“You didn’t do anything to stop it, did you?” Ezra roared and took several steps toward him.

This time, Leif didn’t back down. He just stared indignantly at Ezra. “You wouldn’t have said anything us to if you hadn’t seen us!”

“I couldn’t stop it! I can’t go up against them!” Leif shook his head, then lowered his eyes.

“This is my pack. Peter’s just a stupid, arrogant…”

Leif rubbed his neck, and Ezra sighed. Part of him really wanted to deck Leif about now, but he knew that would only make things worse. Regardless of what Leif had or hadn’t done prior to this, he was the only trying to help us now. If we were going to find Peter, he’d be our best bet at doing that.

“I still don’t understand what you want with keeping Peter alive.” I spoke mainly to break the tension between them, but also, I didn’t get it.

“Peter obviously has a bit of a death wish, otherwise he wouldn’t be here,” Leif explained quietly.

“Killing him would probably be a kind of satisfaction to him. They’re waiting for him to leave, so they can follow. And make him watch as they kill everything he cares about. That’s his real punishment. Gunnar probably won’t even kill him in the end, because sometimes, living forever is worse.”

My first thought wasn’t of myself, but Jack, Milo, and Mae sitting home at the house. They were alone, unguarded. Ezra and Peter were the real muscle of the family, and they were here, thousands of miles away from them. A cold shudder ran through me as panic hit.

“Are sure they’re in Sweden?” I demanded, hearing my voice tremble. “They didn’t go anywhere else?” Ezra caught onto what I was saying and narrowed his eyes at Leif.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Leif looked bewildered, but then it dawned him. “No! Look, they didn’t think you had anything to do with it! If they did, they would’ve killed you then, and left your bodies lying around for Peter to find. Okay? They have no idea! They didn’t follow your scent home! I’m positive!”

“We need to get out of here,” I insisted.

I trusted Leif, but I tended to have faulty judgment. Besides, even if he was telling the truth, the thought had been put in my head, and I was more desperate to see Jack than I had been before. The yearning and fear were mixing together, and Leif gave me an odd look, so I suspected my heart had started beating in that tricky way that tended to drive vampires nuts.

“Where is Peter?” Ezra asked severely.

“I can tell you the area he’s in, but I can’t take you there,” Leif answered apologetically.

“They’ll smell my scent mixed with yours, leading you to him, and then I’ll be as good as dead.”

“Fine. Where is he?” Ezra repeated.

“Not that far, actually. He’s about a kilometer and a half east, past a small lake. There’s a little cave in the ground. That’s where he’s been hiding.” Leif pointed in the direction he’d told us, the direction he’d been walking from.

“Thanks,” Ezra nodded at him.

Without even waiting for me, Ezra started racing towards Peter. I knew I’d have to rush to keep up with him, but I paused to talk to Leif. He just looked so apologetic and kind, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. It wasn’t until that moment, when I looked directly at him, that I realized what it was that I liked so much about him. He had eyes just like my brother’s.

“Thank you,” I told him earnestly.

“Don’t thank me,” he sounded embarrassed by it. “Just go. Get him. Get out of here.”

Ezra was already in a blur in the trees ahead of me, and he had a far better sense of direction than I did, so I was screwed if I lost him. While I had been making great strides in grace lately, at the speed I was running, it became impossible to maintain. I slipped and stumbled over everything and hit my head on several low hanging branches. By the time I came to the small lake, I was covered in snow and pine needles.

Ezra had stopped sharply, and I didn’t notice him until it was too late. I tried to catch myself, but I slid on the ice and slammed right into him, which is was much like running into a brick wall.

I bounced off his back, then tumbled down onto the ground. I had gotten myself into the crouching position, preparing to stand up, but then I got a glimpse of something through Ezra’s legs, and I froze in my tracks.

His eyes were unmistakable, but they were even greener than I remembered them being.

Peter stood a few feet in front of Ezra, looking mangier than I had ever seen him before. His chestnut hair was down to his shoulders, growing several inches in the last few weeks, but for some reason, vampire hair grew incredibly fast. Like the other lycans, he had a thick stubble growing on his face but not quite a beard.

His clothes were filthy and ragged, and Peter had always been somebody that prided himself on his appearance. He was still as gorgeous as ever, and somehow, I had expected that to fade. But it turns that he was just plain stunning, and that had nothing to do with whether I was bonded with him or not.

I waited apprehensively, half-expecting that intense pull to well up inside me at the sight of him, or my heart to get so fluttery I could hardly stand it. But nothing happened. I stared at Peter, feeling an odd connection to him and relief in knowing that he was still alive, but it was nothing like it had ever been before, and it never would be again. Even when his eyes briefly met mine, I never had to remind myself to breathe.

He no longer captivated me.

“You brought her?” Peter asked Ezra, but it wasn’t lined with that familiar disgust and contempt he tried hold for me. Instead, he was genuinely nervous and concerned for my well-being.

“She insisted on coming,” Ezra explained.

There was an odd tension between them that I didn’t fully understand. I had thought that Ezra would just come up to and say something like, “Alright, that’s enough Peter, let’s go home” but he was barely saying anything. He almost seemed afraid to go near Peter. Their awkward exchange made me decide to get to my feet and brush myself off. Hiding on the ground behind Ezra just didn’t feel right.

“She can’t fight them!” Peter said vehemently, and when I came around Ezra, he purposely kept his eyes locked on him and not me.

“We’re not here to fight,” Ezra replied coolly.

“Did you come here to die then?” Peter looked pained and pale under the moonlight, and his words echoed off the trees around us. Somewhere, the owl hooted and took flight again, sending shivers down my spine.

“Peter,” Ezra tried to reason with him, but Peter wanted nothing to do with it.

“I can’t believe you did this! I’ve been staying here, going through all of this, so they would stay away from you! They’re going to kill you, Ezra! Do you understand that? They’re going to kill you and Alice and everyone!” Peter had started pacing anxiously, and it was clear he had started to unravel a bit.

“Peter, no one is going to kill anyone,” Ezra’s impassive baritone overrode everything else.

Based on the recent conversations with both Leif and Peter, Ezra’s assertions seemed rather implausible. Admittedly, when Peter had come to these woods, he’d been in a different state of mind, one that already bordered on insanity. But in general, he’d always been a strong vampire, undisturbed by his own emotions. For something to get to him this bad, it had to have merit, and it was probably unwise for Ezra to ignore it.

“Ezra, you don’t know what they’re like,” his pleas bordered on whining, but he didn’t even care. “It’s been too long since you’ve seen them in action!”

“We have been here for days, searching all over the lycan territory, getting our scent on everything.

We’ve already thoroughly ruined your attempts at self-sacrifice. Let’s go back to the hotel, get you cleaned up, and try to figure a way out of this mess,” Ezra said, and that had been what I had expecting right off the bat.

Peter groaned, but more at Ezra’s stupidity than at the thought of going to the hotel with us.

Running a hand through his dirty hair, he nervously scanned the forest. No matter what Ezra said, he would be hesitant about going with us, for more reasons than one. I suspected that he desired a shower and clean clothes more than he was trying to let on, and that’s eventually what won him over. I can’t imagine how the lycan lifestyle ever appealed to him.

“We probably won’t even make it back to the car,” Peter said at length.

“The lycan are in Sweden. We have a couple days to sort things out.” Ezra took a step back, gesturing to the way back in hopes that Peter would follow.

“Come on,” I said quietly, speaking to Peter for the first time since we had kissed, since I had been mortal. “Come back with us.”

Peter really looked at me, eyeing me up the way that he had before. I wasn’t in love with him anymore, but something about it still made me blush, and I lowered my eyes. Finally, he nodded, and with Ezra leading the way, he followed us back to the Range Rover. I wanted to ask him things, but it didn’t seem appropriate, especially since the forest probably had ears. In the long, silent walk back, I often felt Peter’s eyes on me, but I tried as best I could to ignore it.

Chapter 7

Peter had obviously gone without eating for a very long time, and he gulped down almost four canisters of blood when we reached the hotel. That was enough to make even the strongest vampire woozy, and he laid down on Ezra’s bed and almost instantly fell asleep. He had spent the last month in the woods, with the last week or so spent hiding in a cave, so overall, he was in pretty sorry shape.

Ezra leaned on the dresser, watching Peter sleep, and there was such a sublime look on his face that I didn’t dare say anything to him. Knowing that Peter was here, alive, safe… We weren’t completely out of the woods yet (literally and figuratively), but we were definitely a step in the right direction.

His contentment at just staring at Peter didn’t catch on to me. I was truly thrilled that Peter was okay, but that was only a small hurdle in all of this. A good night’s sleep and a full stomach wouldn’t cure the fact that he had seriously pissed off a pack of lycan. While I had no intention of abandoning Peter, I didn’t like the idea of leading them back to our house, to our family, where they would just pick us all off.

I walked around the room, fidgeting and feeling restless. I tried to sit down on my bed, relax and get comfortable, but I could hardly stand it. There were a million thoughts racing through my head, and the only thing that kept me from spouting them all out was fear of offending Ezra. To a lesser extent, I had a fear of waking Peter, but I didn’t think he’d be easily disturbed. He had to be incredibly exhausted when we found him.

Finally, it got to be too much, and I leaned on the dresser next to Ezra. I figured it would be better if I were closer to him so I could whisper. Even if I knew we wouldn’t wake Peter, Ezra would probably think it was inconsiderate and shut me down if I used my normal speaking voice.

“So what’s the plan?” I whispered, looking up at Ezra.

“There isn’t much of one at the moment,” Ezra admitted tiredly.

In my hand, I had my phone, and I twirled it around nervously. There were fifteen text messages and two missed calls from Jack, along with seven messages from Milo. They wanted to know what was going on here, but I couldn’t tell them. Lying was not my strong suit, and the truth would just cause them both to flip out and rush here to get themselves killed or something.

“So…” I sighed and shifted my weight. “Peter’s gonna sleep and rest up, and then what? We are gonna hide here? We’re gonna go home? We’re gonna fight the lycan?”

Ezra chewed the inside of his cheek and chose not to answer me, but I didn’t fully appreciate that.

Peter stirred in the bed, moving his head against the pillow, and Ezra tensed up. He was feeling over protective, and I didn’t really blame him. But his paranoia should’ve left him plotting intricate escape plans instead of just gazing at Peter.

“We should just get some rest. We’ll come up with a plan tomorrow,” Ezra said at length.

“There’s no way I can sleep after this!” I hissed.

“Eat.” Ezra nodded to the bathroom, where he stored the blood in a sink filled with ice.

There were a million questions I should be making him answer, but as soon as he got me thinking about eating, there would be little else I could think of. As it was, I had already smelled it when Peter ate, and that had been hard to repress. It came back just as intense, and I decided that it would be better to just give in and get some sleep. It wouldn’t do me any good to stay up all night worrying.

“You’ll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow,” I reminded him harshly as I walked past him to the bathroom, and he just nodded.

I pulled out a canister of blood but sat down on the side of the tub before I opened it. I still had to tell Jack something to keep him from freaking out, so I replied to his texts with a short message saying, “We’re fine. At the hotel. Getting some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” It was as vague as I could make it while letting him know that I was alive and well. He responded almost immediately to it, but I ignored it. There was nothing I could say to it anyway.

I ate quickly, and it hit me instantly. I staggered into the next room like a drunk person, and I was thankful that I’d already changed into my pajamas at least. When we came back, my clothes were drenched from the snow and covered in dirt and what not, so I had changed right after Peter fell asleep. Within seconds of hitting my bed, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Ezra was sleeping on the bed next to me, pressed so close to the edge he was nearly falling off. I assumed it was because he had no other place to sleep and didn’t really want to disturb me or push me off the bed. Slowly, I sat up, careful not wake Ezra. Then I looked over Ezra’s shoulder and saw Peter sitting on the other bed, just staring over at us, and it was as disturbing as it was unexpected. I gasped, and even though I had managed to catch a surprised yelp before it escaped my lips, Ezra’s eyes shot open as soon as he heard me. Since I wasn’t used to sleeping with him, I couldn’t know if he was always this light of a sleeper, or if it was our current state of things that had him sleeping on edge.

“Sorry,” I smiled guiltily at Ezra.

He waved me off as he moved so he was sitting up. While he didn’t appear tense, his eyes searched the hotel room quickly, appraising it to make sure that nothing was out of place. He had slept on the covers, fully clothed, and he was much more alert than I was. Even though I had woken up with a start, I yawned and felt like I could fall back to sleep within minutes, if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. There was that whole matter of trying to figure out how we were going to get out of here alive.

“How long have you been awake?” Ezra asked Peter, looking at him carefully.

“Not long.” Peter tried to tuck his hair behind his ears, but it was filthy, almost to the point of being matted, and it was refused to tuck back.

“So what’s going?” I chimed in.

The boys were sitting across from each other, and Peter had lowered his gaze, but Ezra just kept staring at him. I was kind of hidden behind Ezra, and I felt left out of the conversation. I wrapped the comforter around my shoulders and scooted across the bed, so I was sitting next to Ezra. He glanced over at me and sighed, and I just kept looking between the two of them until one of them answered.

Somebody had to have an idea about what we were going to do.

“So… what?” I asked flippantly when neither of them said anything. “The plan is a staring contest of some kind? Cause that’s not a very good plan.”

“I have an idea,” Ezra finally admitted, and Peter gave him a hard look. “I can try and make an exchange.”

“What kind of an exchange?” Peter narrowed his eyes suspiciously and tensed up sharply.

“There’s nothing that you have that they want.”

“That’s not true,” Ezra shook his head. “While they don’t enjoy money, they require it. They have to travel to the larger cities to eat, and they can’t walk around in the rags they live in. They don’t work or have any sort of income flow. I know they don’t enjoy stealing or whatever it is they do simply because they don’t enjoy interacting with humans. I can help them lower their interaction.”

“They won’t take money. You’ve been gone for too long. You don’t remember what they’re like.”

Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“There’s got be something that they want!” Ezra insisted. “These aren’t self-sufficient creatures!

Gunnar is power hungry, and there is always something he can use to make himself more powerful.”

“Yeah, cause we really wanna make him more powerful,” Peter scoffed and stood up. “No. I appreciate the rest and food, but I’m going to have to go back out there and face them myself.”

“It’s too late!” Ezra got up quickly and blocked Peter’s path. “They’ve already seen us! They know we’re after you! Just taking you won’t be enough anymore!”

Peter looked at the floor and tightened his lips into a thin line. His jaw clenched tightly, and I could tell his mind was working furiously to find fault with Ezra’s logic. I shuddered underneath the blankets, knowing that he was absolutely right. It was be impossible for the lycans not to put the pieces together, even if Leif didn’t narc us out, and I was inclined to think that he wouldn’t.

“Let me go talk to them,” Ezra said, watching Peter struggle with his reasoning. “I’m certain that if I talk to them, we can arrange something.”

“There’s nothing they want! Except to hurt me!” Peter flashed his wounded green eyes at Ezra.

“Well, then I’ll convince them that whatever I’m giving them is hurting you,” Ezra decided.

“You can’t talk to them! They’re just going to kill you!” Peter was almost pleading with him now.

“They won’t hurt me,” Ezra assured him. “The lycan are intimidated by me, except for Gunnar, and I’ve met with him before. He won’t kill me. Not now, not like this.”

Peter shook his head again, growing irritated with Ezra’s unfailing certainty. Absently, he scratched his head and tried to think of argument that would counter Ezra. Before the discussion had even take place, Ezra already had his mind up, though. He had tried to pass it off as a spontaneous, reluctant idea, but he had only been reluctant to admitting it. There was no other option for him, and Peter could think of nothing to change his mind.

On the same token, Ezra couldn’t change Peter’s mind, and Peter wouldn’t freely let Ezra go on what he believed to be a suicide mission. They stood next to each other, trying to change the other’s mind and unwilling to back down themselves. Eventually, one of them would have to give, but I didn’t see how. When it came to protecting each other, they were tireless.

“I’m not thrilled about either of your plans,” I interjected when they had been standing for an uncomfortable length of time. “So maybe we should just come up with something better.”

“She has a point,” Ezra allowed, softening his a stance slightly.

Peter crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his eyes between the two of us. He was skeptical about Ezra’s ease at conceding, even momentarily, and I had to admit, so was I. Ezra had seemed absolutely certain about his intentions, until I chimed in with the smallest idea.

“Why don’t you take a shower and clear your head? Then we’ll talk after,” Ezra suggested.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Peter mulled it over. Despite being obviously suspicious, he was in dire need of a shower. He was a rather particular person to begin with, so his current level of hygiene had to be driving him insane. That’s probably what finally tipped him over the edge.

“Alright,” Peter nodded, looking at Ezra severely. “I’ll get cleaned up. But we’ll talk after.”

“Of course,” Ezra agreed.

Peter gathered some clothes that Ezra had brought for him, then went into the bathroom.

As soon as the we heard the water running in the shower, Ezra rushed about the room. He grabbed the keys to the Rove Rover Ranger and his cell phone, and I jumped off the bed before he had a chance to slip on his shoes.

“What are you doing?” I demanded nervously.

“I have to go talk to them.” Ezra pulled in his shoes and glanced at the bathroom, making sure that Peter couldn’t hear us, then lowered his voice. “Stay here, and make sure he doesn’t leave.”

“But Peter doesn’t think you should go, and I think he’s right!” I insisted, and for some reason, I did my best to keep my voice low enough so Peter couldn’t hear.

“He’s not. He’s just paranoid,” Ezra brushed it off. “But he needs to stay here. They will kill him. Our best bet of getting us all out of here alive is bartering with them. I’ve got to try. And they won’t hurt me.”

“How can you be so sure?” I asked.

“I just am,” Ezra said simply, looking at me deeply. “You’re just gonna have to trust me.”

I bit my lip and looked over at the bathroom door. If I yelled for him, I knew that Peter would come rushing out and stop Ezra from going. But Ezra had never given me any reason not to trust him, even if Peter was convinced that it wasn’t safe for him to go. If Ezra thought it was our best chance, then it probably was.

And I had to think about more than just Ezra, Peter, and myself. We had a family back at home that could be just as susceptible to the lycan if we didn’t put a stop to it while we had the chance.

“Hurry. And be careful!” I told him emphatically.

“I will,” Ezra nodded once and smiled wanly at me. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. But you both need to stay here until I get back. Understood?”

“Yes.”

He nodded again, then swiftly and silently disappeared out the door. That left me standing in the middle of the hotel room with a teal comforter wrapped tightly around me, wondering if I did the right thing letting him go. Ezra wouldn’t think twice about sacrificing himself for Peter, or any of us really, and there was a good chance that he would lie to me about his true intentions to keep from stopping him.

At the same time, I had didn’t have any other plans, so I did have to just trust him.

When I heard the water shut off in the bathroom fifteen minutes later, I winced. Peter would come out any minute, and he’d expect an explanation for things. I scurried to think of some kind of argument that would keep in the hotel room with me, instead of chasing after Ezra and the lycan. My head was swimming, and I bit my lip apprehensively.

Peter came out of the bathroom, shirtless, and I tried not to be wowed by the perfection of it. He wore drawstring sweats that were a little too big and ran a towel through his long tangles of dark hair. As soon as he looked over at me, still standing in the middle of the room, he knew, and he looked incredibly pissed off.

“He left?” Peter growled, his green eyes glowering at me.

“He said everything’s going to be fine!” I insisted desperately.

“Bullshit.” Peter tossed the towel aside and immediately started searching for a shirt.

“Okay, Peter, you can’t go!”

“Watch me,” Peter snapped as he tore through one of Ezra’s dresser drawers.

Since I couldn’t think of any Peter that shouldn’t go except that Ezra implicitly told me not let him, I hurried over and put my hand on his arm, stupidly attempting to physically stop him. Some part of me still half-expected that electrical jolt I always got from touching him, and when there wasn’t one, I felt oddly lacking. His skin still felt warm and soft under my hand, but it was nothing to write home about.

“Alice.” Peter rolled his shoulder and gently pushed my hand off.

“You can’t go!” I repeated and let my hand fall to my side.

“You keep saying that but you’re not telling me why!” Peter exclaimed wearily.

“Because of me!” I shouted randomly.

It got his attention, which is all I really wanted. He was holding a shirt in his hands, but instead of putting it on, he turned back to look at me skeptically. The shower, along with eating and sleeping, had done wonders for him. He hadn’t shaved yet, and there was that thick stubble on his face, but it didn’t look horrible. In fact, he actually looked really good, but Peter always looked good, even unshaven with longer hair.

“What do you have to do with anything?” Peter continued eyeing me dubiously.

“Well, okay, let’s say you go after Ezra, leaving me here,” I fumbled with an answer. “And you’re going because he’s going to get himself killed. If that’s true, like you say it is, you won’t be able to change that.

They’ll be all pissed, and they’ll just kill you both. The odds of the both of you being able to take on and defeat an entire pack on your own… they aren’t good.”

“If he’s going to die, then I’m going to die,” Peter said, and that wasn’t really disagreeing with me, which was rather disheartening.

“That’s very noble of you, but if you go, then I’d go with you. Because there would be no reason for me to wait here.” When I said it, I realized it was true, and that did nothing to ease the nerves in my stomach.

“Even if you didn’t want me to. If I stay here, I’m just a sitting duck. As soon as you walk out that door after the lycan, I’m as good as dead anyway. They’d just come back and kill me. There’s no way that I can fight them.”

From the look in his eyes, I knew he wanted to refute me, but he couldn’t, so he just looked away. He chewed the inside of his cheek again and furrowed his brow, trying to think of a better plan or a way to prove me wrong. In a way, I was hoping he could too. I liked scenarios where we didn’t all end up dead.

“I can’t just let him kill himself like this!” Peter shook his head, refusing to see the logic.

“Look, if you go, they will definitely try to kill you, and he wouldn’t stand for that. They will almost certainly kill you both, and then me, and that’s not a road I want to go down,” I explain as calmly as I could when talking about my own demise. “But by himself, he at least stands a chance of reasoning with them. Right now, this is the only chance we have of all three of us getting home alive. But if you go after him, we’re all dead, and you know it.”

“But if they kill him, over me-”

“Then we’ll come up with something else!” I cut him off, ending that train of thought as soon as I could. “I don’t want him to die anymore than you do! But maybe he won’t! Okay? Maybe… he’s right.”

Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes, but he seemed to be conceding to my way of thinking. He sat back on the bed, tucking his hair behind his ear and staring at the floor. Unsure of what else to do, I leaned back against the dresser and just watched him. I was afraid that if I did or said the wrong thing, I would accidentally change his mind, and he would rush out the door after Ezra.

“It’s ridiculous how much influence you still have over me,” Peter muttered at length.

“What are you talking about?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I shouldn’t even be listening to you!” He said it like it should be incredibly obvious, and he was very deliberately not looking at me.

“Yeah, you should. Cause I’m right and I have a valid point.”

I wasn’t sure what he was insinuating, but it made me feel strange inside. Like somehow after all of this, broken blood and all, he managed to have feelings for me. And somehow, that seemed to matter to me, when it most definitely should not. I cared about him on some level, which was why I came on this rescue mission, and I hoped that he reciprocated similar feelings, but I didn’t want or need anything more.

“Maybe.” Peter shrugged and absently rubbed his eye. “Not that I can even tell if that’s why I’m listening to you.”

“What does that even mean?” I demanded.

“Nothing.” Abruptly he pulled on the tee shirt and stood up. “I should go after him.”

“What? Why?” I asked nervously. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I don’t know!” Peter sounded just as exasperated as I felt, and he rubbed his temples. “It just doesn’t feel right! Sitting here, with you, while he’s out there.”

“I agree with your sentiments, except for that random dig at me. Thanks for that, by the way,” I said dryly.

“Oh, come on, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I should be out there, with Ezra!”

“And not sitting around acting like me, with your thumb up your ass,” I finished for him.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Being impossible doesn’t make me want to be around you more,” Peter grumbled, casting me a look.

“Who says I want you to be around me?” I countered.

That was silly, because I did want him around me. Not in any naughty of sort of way, but I definitely didn’t want to drive him away when the plan was to try and convince him to stay with me. I sighed and decided to redouble my efforts on being nice to him. After all, I really didn’t want him to end up dead.

“Why are you here?” Peter asked honestly, looking at me.

“Um, well…” I stammered. “Ezra told us that you were in trouble, and um… I offered to go with. He thought it would be a good idea, and here we are.”

“Jack let you go?” Peter raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Well, he didn’t know where we were going, and he wasn’t thrilled about it. But there’s not much he can do.” I shrugged.

“Hmm,” he sounded bemused. “So, Ezra thought you would convince me to come back home?”

“I wouldn’t go that far…” But really I would. That’s what we were both hoping, anyway.

I felt Peter start appraising me for the first time, and I pulled the blanket self-consciously around me.

Sure, my body was hotter than it used to be, but it was never confidence boosting when somebody was actually looking me over, like they were judging me. Although, he seemed pleased with what he saw, and I wasn’t sure how to take that.

“You look really good,” Peter admitted, sitting back on the bed. “So you weren’t the worst choice to send after me, I guess.”

“Thanks. But I don’t think he thought I’d be good because of how I looked,” I squirmed a little at the idea. “It’s because of what happened, between us. I mean, that’s why I came.”

“I don’t understand,” Peter looked at me quizzically. “Aren’t you bonded with Jack now?”

“I am, yeah.”

“So what are you talking about?” Peter shook his head.

“What do you mean?” I returned his confusion.

“You can’t still care about me,” Peter said, but he didn’t sound convinced off the fact.

“Of course I do! Not like before, but I still care!” I insisted. Then I floundered, feeling embarrassed.

“I mean, don’t you? Like… a little bit?”

“I don’t know that we were ever truly bonded anyway,” Peter answered brusquely, ignoring my question entirely.

“What?” I gaped at him.

It was such a ridiculous statement, like saying that the sky was purple, I didn’t even know how to argue with it. There was no other to describe what we had gone through together, and he knew it. I couldn’t understand what he could possibly gain by denying it, but he was shaking his head and looking at the ground.

“Why did you come out here then?” I demanded, once I had gotten my mind wrapped around what a gigantic ass Peter was being.

“I like Finland!” Peter met my accusatory glare evenly.

“Yeah, right.” The blanket had started slipping off my shoulder and I readjusted it. “You came out here to join a crazed pack of vampires cause you like Finland? That sounds a lot more like you were trying to get yourself killed.”

“Why would I wanna do that? Over you?” Peter stood up quickly, smirking down at me.

“That’s what you think, right? That I couldn’t possibly live without you? That’s a little bit of an ego trip you’re on, isn’t it?”

“Well… no… that’s not what…” I started to stammer out some kind of response, then I straightened my shoulders. I didn’t like the idea of blubbering in front of him. “After you lost Elise you almost-”

“Don’t talk to me about Elise!” Peter snapped and turned away from me. “I don’t feel anything for like you like I felt for her!”

“I never said you did!” I said, and rubbed my temples. This certainly was not convincing Peter to stay and live, but I was caring less and less for his safety. “Peter, I am just trying to help you! I don’t know why you’re so angry with me for that!”

“This is you helping?” Peter laughed darkly.

“How do you want me to help? What do you want me to do?” I shouted at him, frustrated.

“Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it!”

“I want you to-” Peter started, looking pained and surprisingly vulnerable, but then he stopped and shook his head. His face fell and he collapsed heavily back on the bed. “I don’t want anything from you. Not anymore.”

On the night stand next to my bed, my phone started ringing, distracting me from whatever argument I was attempting to build in my head. The ringtone was familiar to both of us, and Peter eyed up my phone with a hint of disgust. I had been hoping that their mutual distaste would evaporate, but by the look on Peter’s face, that was not going to happen any time soon.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” Peter asked snidely.

“Not right now. I’m busy.” To avoid the surprise in Peter’s eyes, I looked down at the floor and tucked my hair behind my ears. It was Jack calling, and since I didn’t really have anything helpful to tell him, I didn’t want to answer.

“Doesn’t he have you on some kind of string?” Peter asked pointedly after the ringing finally stopped.

“You mean like you did?” I tried to give him a harsh look, but he just stared back at me, unaffected.

“Yeah, I do,” Peter nodded. “If I had called you before, you would’ve answered no matter what you were doing. It just seems odd to me that if you’re bonded-”

“That I’m capable of still thinking for myself?” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I still can. And I did with you too, otherwise I never would’ve been able to do things with Jack.” His eyes flashed hard again, and I wondered why I kept trying to set him off. “But I thought you said we weren’t really bonded anyway.”

“I don’t know what to think,” Peter relented, lowering his eyes. That whole thing with us had been a horrible, peculiar mess, but it was behind us. It was time to move on.

“Why did you come here?” I asked gently, attempting to really talk to him. “If it wasn’t because of what happened-”

“Of course it was because of what happened,” Peter sighed, sounding irritated. “Of course it was because of you.” He looked back up at me, his eyes uncertain and exposed. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“I’m just trying to talk to you and reason with you! I don’t want anything from you except the truth!”

“That is the truth!” Peter growled, and then instantly regretted saying it. Almost apologetically, he added, “I’m not blaming you.”

“I know you’re not,” I admitted.

That didn’t mean that I wouldn’t feel guilty about everything that happened. It had been hard not to paint Peter as the bad guy through everything that had happened, but he really wasn’t. He was trapped in the same web as Jack and I, but unlike us, he had to fight to get out on his own. We were still together, and his only option had been a botched suicide attempt in Finland.

“I know that we screwed up, or rather, I screwed up,” I attempted an apology. “I’m not gonna say that you didn’t make mistakes, but we all did. The way that Jack and I were sneaking around, that was kind of unfair to you, and I’m sorry. I never wanted anything bad to happen to you. I never meant to hurt you. I just… I didn’t know what to do. You weren’t around. I couldn’t talk to you and try to sort this out with you.”

“Oh, like the outcome would’ve been any different if you had?” Peter rolled his eyes.

“Yes!” I insisted emphatically, and my intensity surprised him. “Things would’ve turned out so much better! You fought me on every turn with this! If you had just sat down and had a reasonable conversation, do you think it really would’ve come to this?”

“Everything with you has always been so complicated.” Peter ran a hand through his dark hair, which looked amazingly silky after the shower. “I didn’t know what to say you. I didn’t even know what I wanted.”

“What do you want now?” I asked him directly.

Peter chewed his lip and stared off at my empty bed. He was actually thinking about his answer and that reassured me. Everything bad happened when he or Jack did something rash. If they actually took time to actually consider things, we could’ve avoided a lot more messes. Ezra probably wouldn’t be out there, trying to barter with lycans for Peter’s freedom.

“I don’t want Ezra out there right now,” Peter said thickly, and his green eyes were swimming with regret. “I wish you weren’t here.” He shook his head before I could get offended. “I don’t want you to get hurt. This is dangerous. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. I was just pissed off and I wanted to… I don’t know.

But I just want to fix this.”

“Ezra is the best chance for keeping us all alive. We have to just let him work his magic and hope for the best.” I wished I had something more convincing to say, but that was all Ezra had left me with. “But when this is over, assuming that Ezra makes it all go away, are you gonna come back home with us?”

“Do really think that’s wise?” The way Peter looked at me, I knew there was nothing rhetorical about it. After the month he had, he probably wanted nothing more than to just come home. That didn’t necessarily mean that was the best decision for him, though, and he was checking to see how Jack and Milo would react.

“It’s your home. We’re your family. All of us,” I told him honestly, and that seemed to satisfy him into almost smiling.

He might’ve actually smiled if my phone hadn’t started ringing again, and I knew that I had to do something about it. If Jack was calling repeatedly in such a short time frame, that must mean that he wants something. Or that something was wrong. Either way, I didn’t feel right about just letting it ring.

“I should probably get that.” I pointed to the phone sheepishly.

“Don’t let me stop you,” Peter nodded, but his expression had gone stony.

I had barely even hit the answer button when I heard Jack yelling anxiously, “What the hell have you been doing, Alice? Are you okay? What’s going on? I’ve been trying to reach you for days!”

“I’ve been busy, Jack.” I tried to sound irritated, but the sound of his voice melted away any hint of annoyance I could possibly muster. My heart ached for him, and I was desperate to be with him. This had been the longest week and a half of my entire life. With Peter sitting on the bed behind me, I didn’t want to let any of that on. It felt rude somehow. “We’ve been looking for Peter. Remember?”

“Why can’t you call? Or answer a text message? Or let me know that you’re still alive?” Jack demanded. He was trying to sound mad, but the relief was all too audible.

“I’m sorry.” I had to swallow back tears, and I glanced back over my should to check on Peter. He started to get up off the bed, sending fresh terror through me. “Where are you going?”

“What? I’m not going anywhere?” Jack was bewildered on the phone.

“No, not you,” I told him and nodded at Peter, who looked quizzically at me. “What are you doing?”

“Going to the bathroom. Is that okay with you?” Peter tried to make a joke, but I could tell that he was genuinely distressed over listening to me talk to Jack.

“Yeah. Just don’t leave the room, okay?” I didn’t really trust him not to sneak away, either to stop Ezra or throw himself in the mouths of the enemy.

“Whatever you say.” Peter saluted me, then snuck off into the bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard the water running, and I suspected that he was trying to down out the sound of me talking.

“Who is that?” Jack’s voice had gotten icy, so he knew exactly who it was.

“Peter.” I sat down on the bed, thankful for the bit of privacy that Peter had given me.

“You found him?” Jack shouted incredulously. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why are you still there?

When are you coming home? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine, he’s fine.” I was tempted to say that Ezra was fine, but unfortunately, at that moment, I didn’t know the current status on Ezra. “We just found him last night. He needed to rest, and now we’re getting some things sorted out. We should be leaving soon.”

“What things sorted out?” Jack was a little too good at reading between the lines sometimes, and I didn’t appreciate it. “Why don’t you just get on the next flight out of there?”

“Peter’s still in pretty bad shape. He needs some more time to recuperate.” I felt good about saying that, because it was only half a lie. That was completely true, but that wasn’t what we had to stay around to sort out. “He’s had a rough go of it here.”

“I thought that was the whole idea. That’s why he went there.” Jack tried to keep the edge to his voice, but it had started fading a bit. As much as he was angry with Peter, he wasn’t really hateful guy, and he found it difficult to carry around the resentment needed to properly enjoy comeuppance and revenge.

“We’ll be home soon. You don’t need to worry anymore.” That actually hurt to say. I knew there was still a very good chance that we wouldn’t even make it out of there alive, but I couldn’t tell Jack that. So I lied, and tears welled in my eyes.

“You better be,” Jack grumbled, trying to mask the elation in his words. “Things are going crazy around here.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Your brother and Bobby,” Jack scoffed.

“Whose Bobby?”

“He’s… I don’t know. You’ll have to make Milo explain when you get back,” Jack answered vaguely.

“All I know for sure is that he’s human, and he’s around all the time now.”

“All the time?” I questioned, disbelieving. “I’ve only been gone for like ten days!”

“It’s been a pretty wild ten days around here,” Jack allowed. “And Bobby showed up like the day after you left. So yeah. It’s been eventful.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, you’ll see when you get home,” Jack said. “It’ll give you more of an incentive to get here quicker. As if I weren’t incentive enough.”

“No, you’re definitely enough,” I laughed sadly. It was stupid how much I missed him.

Laughing at his silly jokes made me want to sob.

I talked to Jack a little bit longer, listening to him regale stories of what I had missed at home.

Eventually, I had to get off the phone. Peter could only hide out in the bathroom for so long, and talking to Jack would only make me sadder. When I hung up, I knocked on the bathroom to let Peter know the coast was clear, and he came out a minute later. He was much more subdued after that, so we said very little to each other. I showered and got dressed, and after that, there wasn’t much else to do. Peter laid on the bed with his fingers latched behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. I paced the room and frequently peeked out of the curtains. We just waited for Ezra to return.

Chapter 8

Sun had started filtering around the edges of the curtains, and while neither one of us said anything, that definitely made Peter and I nervous. The lycan we even more strict about their nocturnal habits than we were, so the odds of them continuing a discussion into the daylight didn’t seem likely. If Ezra weren’t back soon, the only conclusion we could come is that he wasn’t coming back. At least not on his own. It probably would’ve been a much better use if our time if Peter and I been formulating a rescue plan for Ezra, instead of wasting it pacing and laying down.

“He’s still not here.” I peered out the curtain, letting the warm morning light stream in, burning my overly sensitive retina, and then let it swing closed. I looked back behind me, where Peter laid immobile, the same way he had all day. “Peter?”

“I’m aware that he’s not here, Alice,” Peter muttered tightly.

“Don’t you think we should do something?” I stood with my hands on my hips and glowered down at him. Laying in bed just did not seem like the right answer for this situation.

“I’m thinking.” Peter closed his eyes, as if that could block out my voice.

“You’ve been thinking all day! We should’ve been plotting for this eventuality! We knew there was a good chance that Ezra wouldn’t come back, and he’s obviously not going-”

“I have been thinking, Alice!” Peter snapped, and his green eyes looked accusatorily at me.

“I don’t know what you’ve been doing all day long, but I’ve been preparing for this.”

“Well… you should’ve let me on it!” I stammered in a huff, and insecurely crossed my arms over my chest, trying to continue looking angry even though he had caught me off guard. “I could’ve helped! I have lots of good ideas!”

“You mean like pointing out the obvious and peeking out the curtain?” Peter asked dryly, and almost reluctantly, he pushed himself up into the sitting position, letting his legs dangle off the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know what else to do! I don’t know what to do!” There was an unnecessary whine growing in my voice. I felt powerless and on the verge of tears, and I didn’t like it at all. I took a deep breath, and decided to work on controlling the only thing I actual had control of us, namely myself. Pushing a dark strand of hair behind my ears, I decided to start over. “What did you come up with?”

“Nothing useful,” Peter admitted wearily, keeping his gaze on the floor.

“Come on,” I scoffed. “You just said you’d been preparing for this-”

“I’ve been trying,” Peter cut me off again. “But I just can’t see a way around anything.” He sighed darkly, then muttered to himself. “I suppose that’s why he brought you.”

“What are you talking about?” I felt myself stiffening, as if he was claiming something derogatory. “I came with Ezra because I thought I could help.”

“No, Ezra brought you with because he knew how utterly useless you would be, and he thought I would be unwilling to facilitate in your murder for a second time,” Peter explained, his voice dripping with venom. “And I’m been going back in forth between it all day long, wondering what I would I finally do when it came down to it.”

There was a sinking feeling growing in my chest, as if I had been used in a pawn in all of this. I had come back here to try to talk some sense into Peter, and I thought that I had managed to that, if only a little.

But the way Peter was talking made it sound like I had been brought on as more of an anchor. I hadn’t been brought along because of my skills, but rather the lack thereof.

“What?” I demanded, but my anger was wearing off, replaced with an aching sense of uselessness.

“If I leave to go after Ezra, and I bring you along, you’ll get killed! If I leave you here, they’ll follow my scent back and slaughter you! If I try to put you on a plane to get out of here, you’ll probably do something horrible in bloodlust and get yourself killed or something even worse. And if you managed to make it back home, the lycan would probably follow you back. There’s nothing I can do except stay here and babysit you!” Peter growled.

“I don’t…” I started to stumble out some kind of protest about needing a baby-sitter, but I realized that everything he was said was probably true, and I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner.

After the initial sting of that wore off, I thought of something even stranger, especially given the way that Peter talked to me.

“What do you even care if I die? So what? Let’s just go out there and give them hell.”

“Like you could really give them hell,” Peter laughed hollowly. “You’d just slow me down.”

“Maybe,” I admitted and swallowed. “What you’re saying … or thinking… If Ezra isn’t coming back and they’re only going to come after us… then… Why don’t you just go? I’ll just wait here until you come back or they come for me. I don’t want to slow down your fight. But it’s better than the both of us waiting here to die.”

His expression changed instantly into something that was completely foreign to me. It took me a minute to realize that it was something that resembled concern and affection for me, of all things. Even when we had been bonded, he’d never looked at me like that. His emerald eyes were swimming with something harder, and he lowered them before I could get a complete read on what he was thinking.

“That’s an idiotic plan,” Peter shook his head.

“That’s pretty much what your plan is,” I countered evenly.

“I’m not gonna just leave you here!” Peter insisted tightly.

“But you’re saying they’ll kill me no matter what! At least this way you can get in a few good punches, take out some of the bastards that-” I stopped myself before I said anything about Ezra being injured. Even though I was talking about and even thinking about, I couldn’t really believe it was true. He was Ezra, and he was all powerful. If anybody could make out through a pack of lycan, it was him. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one that thought that way, or Peter never would’ve let Ezra go off alone with them.

“You’d be completely unprotected. You wouldn’t even stand a chance,” Peter shook his head again, sounding tired of this conversation, and stood up.

“So what? You almost killed me once before and now you’re suddenly my body guard?” I wrinkled my nose at his hypocrisy.

“Oh, god dammit!” Peter rolled his eyes. “I’m so sick of having that thrown in my face! I did that because I loved you, Alice!” He immediately regretted saying that and stared off anywhere but me.

“Yeah, cause that’s a healthy way to express love! By killing another person!” I was purposely pushing his buttons. If the only chance at a rescue mission was Peter going off without me, then I had to piss him off enough to leave me. Although, it didn’t really make sense that he’d need any persuading.

Normally he couldn’t wait to get away from me, and with the bond between us broken, I figured he’d be even more eager to.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you! I was trying to kill me!” Peter rubbed his eyes, looking as if he’d said too much and not knowing how to take it back. “Jack was in the house. I knew he was tuned in to your heart.

When I grabbed in the kitchen, he came flying in to save you. I thought if he found me, draining the life from you, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.” Tiredly, Peter exhaled. “I knew he was a better match for you than I was, and I didn’t see any other way out.”

For once, I was too flabbergasted to say anything. I don’t think that I had ever truly believed that Peter cared about me. The bond made him feel things for me, but I’d always suspected that he hated me. But I found out that not only did Peter care about me, he loved me so much, he’d been planning to die for my happiness. My heart thumped dully in my chest and I tried to think of something say to him.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Peter snapped when he finally met my eyes again. “I don’t know why it’s so shocking that I wouldn’t want you to die. Do you really think Ezra would be so willing to sacrifice himself for me if I was such a psychopath?”

“Peter, I am so sorry,” I whispered, unable to muster the full strength of my voice.

“Stop!” Peter repeated. “Look, Ezra is the one out there! We need to be worrying about him, not us!

Because there isn’t even an ‘us’ to worry about!”

“You’re right.” I shook my head, trying to clear it of any confused thoughts about Peter.

It was hard, though. That changed the way I thought about everything. All the time I had been messing around with Jack, falling in love with him, the one thing that had given me the green light was that Peter had tried to kill me. I hadn’t been angry with him for it, but I hadn’t really wanted to pursue a relationship with him after that. But when I thought about it as his own suicide attempt, that he had loved me so much he had been willing to give me up… then I suddenly felt like a total hussy. We had been bound together, and he had truly loved me, but I had run off with his brother instead.

Peter didn’t say anything, and neither did I. I’m not sure if he was really trying to come up with another plan, but I certainly couldn’t. Part of me was really trying to, but I felt like all the wind had been knocked out me, and it was hard to concentrate on figuring out how to rescue Ezra/get revenge, especially when I didn’t really understand what either of those things would entail.

Before either of us could formulate what would most likely be a non-plan, there was a soft thudding sound on the door to the hotel room. Not a knock exactly, but more like something falling into it. I looked to Peter, but his eyes were already fixed on the door. He had moved in front of me, trying to block me in case it happened to be the lycan announcing their entrance.

When the door slowly swung open, we were greeted by something almost as bad.

Ezra leaned on the doorframe, looking more haggard than I could ever imagine him being.

His clothes, the same black sweater and jeans he had worn the night before, were torn and dirty.

His skin was gaunt and pale, and Ezra had always looked tan and full of life. Ezra had started staggering into the room and Peter rushed to him.

“Oh my gosh, Ezra! Are you okay?” I wanted to rush to him and hug him, but the way Peter was handling him, I knew that he couldn’t handle it.

“Yeah… I just…” Ezra started to brush us off, but his voice had never sounded weaker.

I was about to ask what was wrong, but then I saw it. Bite marks on his neck and wrists. It was a 45 minute drive from lycan territory, plenty of time for a vampire to heal, but they were still red and swollen. He had been so drained to that he didn’t have the strength to heal.

“He needs to feed,” Peter told me almost absently and attempted a hand Ezra off to me. He hurried off to the bathroom to get blood for Ezra, leaving me alone to struggle with the situation.

Gingerly, I put my arm around Ezra to stabilize him and tried to help him on the bed. He was horribly pale and his deep brown eyes were glassy. I had never seen a vampire look so ill before. It had never even occurred to me that they could even look like this, especially Ezra. He was in control of everything. As far as my standard for perfection was concerned, it was him.

When I sat down next to him on the bed, my arm still supporting him, the weight of everything must have finally hit him and he started collapsing back. I could’ve held him up but it caught me off guard. As a result, I ended up falling back first, with him landing top of me. I scooted back farther on the bed so I could sit up more. His head was resting on my lap, and I meant to try and help him up, but then I felt the desperate way he was gripping my thigh. There was nothing sexual about it, but it was like he just needed to hang onto something, so he was clinging onto me.

“I got you some blood,” Peter said numbly when he walked back into the room. He looked down at Ezra, squeezing painfully onto me, and so I gave him a questioning look. Peter just pressed his lips into a thin line and didn’t say anything.

“I can’t eat. Not right now.” Ezra grimaced, as if he was in too much pain to even think of eating. I brushed his hair from his forehead, feeling how oddly clammy his skin felt.

After all that blood loss, I would think the only thing that would make him feel better was eating. I was about to say something to that effect when it dawned on me what was going on. The lycan had fed on him. That was something vampires never let other vampires do, unless they were lovers.

There was something sexual about the exchanging of blood, but it was more than that.

When Jack bit me, I could feel how much he loved him. It consumed me completely. I felt who he was flowing through me, and fortunately, he was all love and kindness. Ezra had just been bitten by a pack of disturbed, evil lycan. All their pain and anger had to be burning through him right now.

Physically and emotionally, they had drained and ruined him.

“Is it over now?” Peter asked quietly.

Ezra made a sound that resembled a pained moan but fought to suppress it. He had wrapped one arm around my back so he was gripping my side and the other was still on my leg. He gripped me so tightly, that had I been human, he would’ve broken bones and ruptured organs. As it was, I had to fight to keep from wincing. Instead, I stroked his back, doing everything in my power to comfort and ease the horrendous way he must be feeling. Despite the weakness that must be running through him, his muscles felt like concrete underneath my hands. He was tensed so tightly that his body had gone completely rigid, and his legs curled up a bit, closer to me. His breath came out ragged, pushed through clenched teeth. His heart beat was weaker than normal but also much faster than it should be a vampire. In order for him show any pain, it would have to be tremendous, but the fact that he was so obviously fighting it off as he openly clung to me meant that the pain he was feeling had to be worse than anything I could even imagine.

“My blood…” Ezra forced a few words, but he barely managed that.

“Just rest. We don’t need to talk.” I tried to reassure him, running my fingers through his blond hair.

Seeing Ezra like this, the strongest thing I had ever met, made me want to sob, but I swallowed it back. He didn’t need to deal with my blubbering at a time like this.

“No,” Ezra insisted, his voice sounding tight and weak. “My blood for your blood. It’s over.

We need to get out of here. Peter, can you…”

“I’ll make all the arrangements,” Peter said when Ezra trailed off. He was trying to keep his composure as much as possible, but his eyes burned with rage and pain. It killed him to know that Ezra was suffering so greatly because of him, that he had been forced to exchange his own blood for Peter’s life.

After a moment of staring regretfully at him, Peter went into action. He got his cell phone and started making phone calls, most of which I couldn’t understand because they were in Finnish.

“I’m sorry,” Ezra apologized quietly and tried to loosen on his grip.

“No, you’re okay,” I insisted. “Don’t worry.”

“I shouldn’t be burdening you with this,” Ezra insisted and started trying to pull himself away from me.

“No, stay.” I put my hand on his back, holding him to me. It hurt like hell the way he clung to me, but I would endure anything that made him feel better. Almost reluctantly, he gave in too, his hands clenching slightly less than were before. “Would anything help?”

“No. I just…” Ezra trailed off again, and a spasm went over his body. He gripped even tighter and I could barely breathe. The spasm passed, and he relaxed, as least as much as it had been before. “I’m sorry.”

“Ezra, stop. It’s okay.” Something occurred to me, and I looked up at Peter. He was still on the phone, but he caught my look and returned it curiously. He got off the phone hurriedly and waited expectantly. “This is because they drank his blood, right?”

“You’re a regular Sherlock,” Peter retorted tightly.

“It’s not just blood loss, though, right?” I continued, ignoring him. “There’s that too, but it’s because he had to feel all their hate and evil and everything. But when I drank Jack’s blood, I felt all his love-”

“No,” Ezra cut me off.

“But if you drank my blood, it would solve everything!” I persisted. “You’d get the blood you need and it’d erase your negative feelings.”

“No,” Peter said flatly. “That’s too excessive. You can’t do that.”

The way he looked at me, I knew it was more than that. Ezra drinking my blood would help, but Peter didn’t want him to do it because it was me. Even though we weren’t bonded anymore, Peter apparently wasn’t eager to share my blood with anyone else, even if it meant that Ezra would still suffer.

“If it makes him feel better-”

“No,” Ezra repeated. “I can’t do that to you. You would feel of some of this.” With that, he gripped me even tighter, and I had to admit, that it terrified to me feel any of what he felt. If it could do this to Ezra, the most powerful vampire I’d ever met, then it would desolate me.

“I can handle it,” I lied.

“No.” Ezra grimaced again, and I realized that fighting me over this was only making it worse.

“The best thing for him to do is rest,” Peter said, staring at us both with a severe expression on his face. “The feelings will fade, with time. Our flight leaves in seven hours. He can get some rest and eat, and then he ought to feel good enough to at least make it home.”

“Are you sure?” I whispered to Ezra, and I saw Peter stiffen out of the corner of my eye.

“You’re already doing too much,” Ezra insisted. He opened his eyes, trying to look at me through the pained sheen that covered his eyes.

“I’ve hardly done anything.” I pushed the hair from his eyes so I could get a better look at him.

“Right now, you’re doing everything.” He closed his eyes again, and buried his head deeper into my lap.

I didn’t really understand what the meant, so I looked to Peter for help, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes.

He watched Ezra for a moment as Ezra struggled to keep his breaths even. I felt him biting back screams, and I tried to whisper words of comfort to him. I held him to me, rubbing his back, and promising him that this would be over soon.

Peter set about packing our things and getting us ready to go. I felt like I should help him, but I couldn’t very well get out of bed and leave Ezra alone. For some reason, this had made him desperate for physical contact. Eventually, Peter suggested we get some sleep. Ezra seemed to be going in and out of consciousness. I managed to doze off a little bit while sitting up, but it was frequently interrupted by Ezra moaning or writhing or squeezing even tighter.

When Peter finally woke me in the evening, I had somehow moved so I was lying down.

Ezra was still tangled up with me, his head resting on my stomach, but the fierceness in his grip had disappeared. Peter helped Ezra to the bathroom to eat and get cleaned up, and I got up to stretch. I would never admit it openly, but my whole body ached terribly from the way he held me.

Peter came out of the bathroom to give Ezra privacy. I was standing next to the bed, feeling more emotionally drained than I ever had before. Comforting him had been more exhausting than I had thought anything could be. Peter looked at me knowingly, but I didn’t feel like I deserved any concern, so I tried to busy myself with straightening up the room.

“Alice,” Peter gently said and placed his hand on my arm, stopping me in my tracks. “How are you holding up?”

“Better than Ezra,” I gave a hollow laugh.

Stupidly, I looked up at Peter, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Unwanted tears started streamed down my cheeks, and roughly, Peter pulled me into his arms. Burying my face in his shirt, I sobbed hard, desperate to get it all out before Ezra came out of the bathroom. He hugged me tightly, and there are times in life where nothing feels better than being held. Ezra could attest to that.

“Thanks. And sorry,” I mumbled when I managed to get myself under control and pull away from Peter. He kept his hand on my arm, as if severing contact with me completely would reduce me to tears.

“Don’t worry about it. I saw how hard that was on you,” Peter reassured me as I wiped the tears from my face.

“He’s not even crying.” I hated myself for being a baby. Ezra had clearly been through much worse, and he wasn’t acting like me.

“It’s different for him. He’s been through this before, although I don’t think it’s ever been this bad.

I’ve never seen anything like this with him.” Peter’s eyes got hard, no doubt thinking about how this was his fault.

“What do you mean he’s been through this before?” My head shot up, looking at him sharply.

“That’s what his old ‘master’ used to do, Willem, and he was a bad, bad man,” Peter explained, staring off into space. “But Willem was just one man, not a pack of rabid monsters. I’ve been bit before, by something less than them, and it’s…”

“What?” I pressed when Peter trailed off into silence.

“My blood burned coursing in my veins. My body tried to reject it, and I was mostly drained as it was.

But it was all tainted, and I was trying to get rid of it. Physically, it’s almost bad as turning.

And on top of that, the emotions it gives you. It makes you want things you don’t want. You feel disgusting and

….” Peter shook his head, unwilling to elaborate further. “It’s torture, absolutely. And he went through several times what I went through.”

“Will he be okay?” I asked plaintively, not enjoying Peter’s far off expression.

I’m not sure how Peter would’ve answered because Ezra came out of the bathroom, changing our attention completely. He looked much better than he had before, but he definitely didn’t look good. He had changed his clothes, and the marks on his neck and wrist had finally healed. His skin was still pale and his expression grave, but he was moving around okay.

He barely said anything to either of us on the way to the airport. I saw how rigid he was, and he was struggling to hold back what pain was left. On the plane, I sat in between him and Peter, and he mumbled several apologies to me, all of which I brushed off. I had barely done anything for him, and it was nothing that he wouldn’t do for me. He just wasn’t used to being the weak one, the dependant one, and I think he was ashamed of being caught in that position. If anything, the whole thing made me gain even more respect for him. Whatever made him crack at all had to be so horrendous that it would’ve killed anybody else, but he had pulled through it. On the rest of the flight back to America, he kept his eyes shut tightly and his lips pressed together. I couldn’t stop staring at him, though, terrified he would fall apart or die if I did.

Chapter 9

By the time we landed at the Minneapolis airport, Ezra had returned to something that resembled his normal self. Admittedly, a very subdued version, but he could talk and walk without grimacing. His body wasn’t tensed up at high alert anymore. Thanks to my preoccupation with Ezra, I hadn’t texted anyone at home to let them know that we were coming. Even Peter hadn’t thought to call them, but he rarely talked to any of them, so it wouldn’t occur to him anyway.

We took a cab home, deciding that a surprise return was probably better at this point. Jack would be too happy to see me to really be angry. Once he found out everything that happened, I’m sure he’d be pretty pissed off, but he lacked the ability to really hang on to anger for any length of time. As soon as the cab pulled into the driveway, I could hear Matilda barking inside the house, and it was still weird getting used to my improved hearing.

Ezra climbed out of the cab carefully. Peter grabbed our bags out of the trunk, even though I was perfectly capable of carrying them myself, but I was too excited to mind. As soon as we’d touched down in Minneapolis, I had started feeling this pull in my heart. After days and days of a dull ache at being away from Jack, it screamed with pleasure, knowing how close he was. It was all I could do keep from running through the front door… then I realized that I could run and saw no reason not to.

I dashed through the front door, knowing that Ezra and Peter were following me at much slower pace. After spending so long getting trampled by Matilda every time I came in, I brushed past her, knocking her fluffy white body over. Jack had just rounded the corner to the entryway, his blue eyes wide with surprise.

There was this odd nervousness that hit me as I suddenly became afraid he wasn’t as happy to see me as I was to see him. I stopped where I was, smiling sheepishly at him, then he broke out in a gigantic smile and his eyes sparkled. That was all the encouragement I needed.

I dove into Jack’s arms, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. He caught me easily, holding me to him with that perfect warmth he always did. I could feel his heart beating through my chest, and that was the connection I had been so sorely missing. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt complete and contended again. Squeezing my eyes shut on happy tears, I wanted to stay that way forever.

Then I felt Jack’s muscles tense around me, and I realized that Peter had just walked in the house.

From the side of me, I could hear Mae and Ezra talking, but Peter didn’t say a word. I opened my eyes regretfully, knowing I would have to untangle myself with Jack and act in a civil manner around people. In truth, as close as he was, I didn’t feel close enough. I wanted to cover him in kisses and… and well, a lot more than that. Instead, I’d have to deal with the whole Jack and Peter thing.

As I mentally prepared myself for that scene, I looked over Jack’s shoulder to a whole other surprise.

Standing directly behind us looking curiously at the scene unfolding was my brother Milo and some kid I had never seen before. I use the term “kid” loosely. He was probably older than me, with black hair falling across his forehead and almost an olive skin tone. Shorter than Milo had even been as a human, he had tattoos visible on his chest below the low v-neck of his shirt and all down his arms. Sure, he was foxy, but that wasn’t even what caught my attention. If I hadn’t been so distracted in my excitement over Jack I would’ve noticed it sooner.

His veins were pulsing with hot blood, human blood. It was all I could smell and hear, and I realized belatedly that it had been twelve hours since I ate last. Spending all that time with people lately had left me with more self-control than I before, but I wasn’t accustomed to it in my own home. Here the only blood was vampire or dog, and neither of those really appealed to me, except for Jack’s.

“Who is that?” I hissed, finally releasing Jack so he would lower me to the ground. Milo moved protectively in front of that kid, which made something flare.

“That’s Bobby,” Jack explained. He had put me on the ground, but he kept an arm looped around my waist, and I doubt it was just because he missed me. Tension from Peter along with my confused reaction to this Bobby person made the room feel unstable. “I told you about him on the phone.

Remember?”

“You didn’t tell me he was human,” I sniffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You were human like ten seconds ago,” Milo rolled his eyes.

Bobby peered nervously around Milo at him, and I realized that it wasn’t his species difference that offended me so much. This was the first time Milo had ever brought a guy, of any distinction, home. On top of that, I had been away when it happened, and this kid was older and had tattoos. Some kind of maternal instinct had reared its head.

“I couldn’t tell you very much about anything since you wouldn’t answer my calls or return my texts,” Jack pointed out icily, and he glanced back at Peter.

Peter was still carrying all our bags and stood awkwardly by the front door. Matilda was sniffing him up, wagging her tail happily, but nobody else acknowledged him at all. Ezra looked a million times better than he had when he first stumbled back to the hotel, but he was still clearly unwell. Besides that, I’m sure Mae could smell the other vampires on him. She was more tuned into his scent than I was, and I could still smell something, dank and musty and unpleasant. Touching his face gingerly, she looked up at him with sad tears in her eyes, oblivious to the ever growing unease in the room.

“Come on,” Milo gestured to the other room. “You’ve all had a long trip. I’m sure you guys wanna come back and relax for a bit, and fill us all in with all the juicy details.”

Milo started leading the way to the living room, deliberating putting himself between Bobby and me.

It was a whole new feeling to think of myself as a threat. Jack’s arm was still around me, and I suddenly remembered with some delight that I was with Jack. I smiled up at him, but he was slow to return it. His heart beat was louder than it should be, meaning something was distressing him. For a second, I was too filled with that ecstatic relief of just being near him to even worry about anything else at all.

“I would really love to catch up with all of you. I missed you all so much,” Mae announced tiredly when we reached the leaving room. She smiled sadly at me and reached out to squeeze my arm lovingly. Ezra stood behind her, his expression still very drawn. “But I think that Ezra and I are going to have to excuse ourselves. He needs some rest.”

“I understand,” I said, my voice tight.

Ezra was still in pain, and that was an impossible thing to shake. As I watched them walk away, I felt Jack’s eyes settle seriously on me. Ezra’s level of anguish had made Jack suddenly very wary about what had gone in Finland. I avoided his gaze, knowing that I wasn’t ready to explain that to him, especially not in front of Milo and his new friend.

Milo flopped back in an overstuffed chair. Bobby, who had remained glued to his side the entire time, sat on the arm of the chair next to him, half sitting on Milo’s lap. Something about that sight sent a ripple of agitation through me. Whereas Milo had always been very happy to encourage my romantic exploits, I became uncharacteristically protective. When Bobby put his hand on his thigh, I wanted to slap it away.

“So…” Milo looked at me. “How was your trip?”

“It was okay,” I shrugged, unwilling to give up anymore right now.

Peter had walked over to lean against the wall, and Jack moved smoothly around me. At first I didn’t understand, then I realized that he was putting himself between Peter and me. This was the way things would go for awhile, and it was too early to already getting annoyed by them. Instead, I just walked over to the couch, where we would be sitting down and he wouldn’t be standing to block any advances Peter might make.

“Since you brought Peter back, I assume it was a rousing success.” Milo looked at Peter out of the corner of his eye, trying not to make it obvious that he didn’t trust him at all. He’d only met him once, and that meeting hadn’t gone that great. On top of that, the only information he had about him came filtered through Jack, who had a pretty biased opinion on the subject.

“You could say that,” I replied shortly.

Jack was sitting next to me, and I wanted to snuggle up next to him, but everything felt so off. Peter glanced around the room diffidently, managing not to look happy or upset by the situation. I pulled my knees up to my chest and leaned in closer in the crook of Jack’s arm, but he was still unnaturally tense. He had no idea what had happened, and something was wrong with Ezra, so he wasn’t happy about the situation. I would’ve loved to ease his fears, but I was completely preoccupied by this Bobby character that was all but sitting on my little brother’s lap. I know I was currently curling up with my boyfriend, so I really had no right to judge his behavior, but I couldn’t help it.

“It looks like you’ve had a pretty busy time without us,” I commented as casually as I could.

“You could say that,” Milo laughed.

He looked up at Bobby, sharing one of this disgustingly sweet looks that made the bile rise in my throat. Then Bobby leaned down and kissed him on the lips, and I could hear his heart race faster. My stomach twisted in knots, out of disgust and hunger, and I didn’t appreciate that combination at all. Don’t get me wrong: It was not the fact that Milo was kissing a dude that I found so upsetting. It was that he was kissing anyone. Even after becoming a vampire, there were still so many things I was unprepared for.

“I think I’m gonna crash,” Peter said randomly. He looked over at Jack, which I found astonishingly disconcerting, and Jack’s arm tightened around me, as if he really expected Peter to tear me from his arms. “Is my room in the same place?”

“It’s exactly as you left it,” Jack replied crossly.

“Alright.” Peter nodded at Jack, then he turned and darted up the stairs.

“That guys has weird vibes,” Bobby remarked, speaking for the first time since I’d met him.

He stared after the space where Peter had been, then shook his head to toss his bangs out of his dark eyes. As if to comfort him, Milo rubbed his back, and Bobby smiled, settling back into the chair with him.

Is it too early to say that I really hate Bobby?

“So Bobby?” I asked, and he turned back to me, smiling clumsily. I decided to dispense with the small talk immediately. “Are you gay?” Jack laughed, filling me with a familiar glee. Once Peter had left, he had managed to relax a bit.

“Alice!” Milo snapped, embarrassed.

“What?” I asked innocently.

There was nothing overly gay about Bobby, other than the fact that he had kissed my brother and looked at him like he couldn’t wait to jump his bones. His clothes were just fashionable scene apparel, skinny jeans and slip on Vans. He might be wearing eyeliner, but he might just have really dark eyelashes too. He was white, but his features were dark, like Italian or Russian.

“No, it’s okay,” Bobby laughed, brushing off Milo’s concern. “Yeah. I am gay.”

“How old are you?” I asked pointedly.

“Twenty-one,” Bobby answered, and I bristled.

Admittedly, Milo was a vampire, and thanks to they’re rapid maturation, he looked about nineteen or so. In actuality, he wasn’t even sixteen, and he was making out with a twenty-year-old guy.

Not cool. In fact, it was so not cool that I planned on freaking out on Jack for letting this happen while I was away. (At this point, it had not occurred to me that Jack was born over 40 years ago, and I wasn’t yet eighteen.)

“Alice, you were in Finland for weeks!” Milo said, sensing that I was revving up for some kind of argument. “I’m pretty sure you have more exciting things to do than interrogate my boyfriend.”

Boyfriend? They were already up to that terminology? It had been months and months until I started referring to Jack as my boyfriend. In fact, in conversation, I still don’t think I would use that word. It sounded too weird to say about him. Once you’re over the age of like twenty-five or you’re no longer human, the word

“boyfriend” no longer fits.

“Yeah. What happened in Finland?” Jack turned to look at me, trying really hard to keep the edge from his voice. Unfortunately, I could hear and understand all the little nuances and inflections to his tones.

He was worried as hell. Not just about the danger I had been in, but about what might have transpired between Peter and me.

“It’s too much to talk about right now,” I brushed him off.

“Seriously?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you’re giving me? After weeks of this shit?

You’re gonna come home and tell me it’s too much to talk about?”

“Well, I just don’t want to upset you needlessly,” I insisted looking up at him.

“You were in Finland with Peter! And you wouldn’t answer my calls!” Jack retorted. “I’m pretty sure you’ve upset me plenty already, and it didn’t bother you then!”

“Of course it bothered me!” I pulled away from him, even though it hurt just to separate, but I was trying to be pissed off. “I thought about you constantly! But I couldn’t tell you stuff! I knew if I said anything you would rush over there and get yourself killed!”

“I would get myself killed?” Jack turned his body more so he was facing me and his expression got even more severe. “What the hell were you involved with, Alice? And what happened to Ezra?”

“Yeah, what is the deal with him?” Milo added unhelpfully.

“It’s all very complicated.” I shook my head, afraid that if I told Jack what had happened he would…

I don’t know. Yell at me a lot and then try to beat up Peter and Ezra.

“I know you were with lycan,” Jack replied quietly. “That’s who had Peter.” He bit his lip, looking down at me. “I should’ve came over as soon as you told me but…” He shook his head, upset by his own decisions. If he had gone there, everything would’ve turned out much worse, but that sounded like a horrible thing to say to him.

“Lycan?” Milo sat up sharply, almost knocking Bobby off the chair. “You mean werewolves?”

“Not exactly,” I looked over at him. “Not at all, really. They’re just vampires that live in the woods.

And they were after Peter, but Ezra made an exchange with them, and we came home. End of story. Most of the trip was spent just looking for Peter.”

“What was the exchange?” Milo asked, but by Jack’s expression, I could tell that he’d already figured it out. He furrowed his brow and stared at me.

“Peter let them do that?” Jack whispered hoarsely.

“He didn’t have a choice. Ezra… tricked him,” I explained as best I could. Somehow, I knew that if I told Jack that Ezra had left me with Peter, that would not go over well.

“What are you talking about? What happened?” Milo demanded.

“Nothing. Never mind,” I snapped. Jack was looking at me intently, his blue eyes full of too much for me to read. He was definitely pained and unhappy though, and I didn’t know how to fix it.

“Nothing happened to me, though. Okay? I barely even left the hotel room. Nobody tried to hurt me.

I never got in any fights. Everything was fine. Honest.”

Jack wasn’t completely convinced, but he was at least momentarily satisfied. He wrapped his arm around me again, so I would curl up next to him. Milo was completely perplexed, but he dropped the subject since we looked contented again. He had never been out the area, either, so he pressed for more information about traveling, and I told him what little I had seen and how terrified I had been on the plane.

Once Bobby started falling asleep, Milo decided it was time to excuse himself and head up to bed. He scooped Bobby up in his arms, carrying him upstairs to their room, and I gaped after him.

We had to have a very long talk about all of this as soon as I had the chance.

I really would’ve loved some time to catch up with Jack, but I felt exhausted and drained from the trip. Being away from home, and Jack, had been much harder than I had thought it would be. He really wanted to go to bed with me, and even with my exhaustion being what it was, I would’ve been happy to oblige. Except I knew the only reason he was insisting upon it was because Peter was sleeping across from me, and I refused to give into his paranoia. He had to get used to Peter being around, and I would rather get some rest before trying to be alone with Jack. Just the same, he walked me up to his room, kissing me gently on the forehead before going back down to the den to sleep. As soon as he left, I instantly regretted sending him away. Thankfully, I was too tired to reconsider, and I curled up in his unmade bed, falling asleep in his mass of blankets almost immediately. It felt so good to be home.

Chapter 10

When I woke up, there was this instant relief of waking up in my own bed. After a long, exhausting trip away, nothing felt better than that. Well, almost nothing. As I stretched, trying work the stiffness out of my limbs, I realized how anticlimactic my reunion with Jack had been. In fact, it hardly qualified as one at all. Somehow, I had allowed myself to get too distracted by my brother’s new boyfriend and Jack’s worry over Finland. I’d have to a very long talk with Milo about this Bobby fellow, and very soon at that. But there were more pressing needs in my mind.

Along with that familiar hunger that always burned just below the surface, there was a desperate ache for Jack. I don’t know how I hadn’t jumped him the second I saw him. Probably a bit of jet lag and confusion and stress made it too bittersweet for me to greet him the way he deserved, but I hoped he didn’t hold against me. I knew that I had go about rectifying the situation immediately. With immediately being after I had showered and brushed my teeth and made myself somewhat presentable.

When I walked out into the hall, I could smell Bobby. That sweet, delightful scent of hot blood coursing through his veins. His heart was pounding quickly, like a frightened rabbit. I tensed up, thinking he was in some kind of danger, but I belatedly realized he was just excited. This was confirmed by a happy moan from him, and a throaty laugh from Milo. My stomach tightened with nausea and anxiety as I thought about what Milo was doing in the room next to mine. It was completely unforgivable that he would have a sex life before I did, and I pushed the thought from my mind. The “talk” was becoming more imminent, but I did not want to walk in on whatever they were doing right now to administer it.

I had just gulped back the urge to vomit and took a step towards the stairs when Peter’s bedroom door opened, making me jump. Even though I had been the one that had brought him home, it was still a shock to see someone in his room. It had been shut off for so long, like a shrine for a dead loved one, even though that’s the opposite of what had been happening. He looked a little startled at seeing me himself, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes and smiling thinly at me.

“Oh. Hey,” Peter said, nodding at me.

“Hey,” I replied, and wondered why this felt so awkward. We were standing across from each other, staring uncertainly, so I assumed that I should try and make conversation. “Did you sleep okay? I bet its nice being back in your own bed.”

“Yeah. It is.” Peter nodded again and shifted uncomfortably.

“You’re up!” Jack announced too loudly from the bottom of the stairs, and hurriedly raced up to us. I knew he was just doing it out of some kind of protective jealousy, but I was still relieved that he was breaking up the awkward moment between me and Peter. Jack was happy to see me, but the arm he threw around my shoulder was too tight to be anything but show. “I thought you were going to sleep all day!”

“Sorry. I guess I had sleep to catch up on,” I smiled at him. His grip around my shoulders was borderline painful and there was an oddly anxious huff about him. If I hadn’t just gotten back, I would’ve snapped at him for his unnecessary behavior.

“I’m just gonna… go,” Peter said. He turned and walked down the stairs, ignoring the look on Jack’s face.

Once Peter was out of sight, I wriggled out of Jack’s arms. It felt weird and almost hurt to be pulling away from his touch, but I wasn’t a big fan of why he was doing it. Jack realized what he was doing, and his expression changed to one of a little boy that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He shoved his hands in his pockets and his blue eyes looked apologetically at me.

“Sorry,” Jack shrugged. “I’m just getting used to all this again. I know you’ve had all this time readjust to Peter but the last time I saw him…” Jack shivered and looked away from me. I’m not sure what he was thinking about it exactly, but it was either Peter kissing me or trying to kill him, and I’m sure neither memory was pleasant.

“It’s okay.” I put my hand on his chest, relishing the way his muscles felt warm and strong under my hand, and feeling the gentle beat of his heart. The beat of a heart is a tremendous aphrodisiac for vampires, and I tried my best to smile seductively at him. I leaned in towards him, preparing to give him the kiss had been wanting to give him for ages, but then a scent of fresh blood completely diverted my attention.

Just down the hall, Milo had apparently drawn blood from Bobby, and the scent of blood was so strong and intoxicating, my mouth instantly began to water. My stomach didn’t exactly growl, because my stomach wasn’t the same as it had been before, but it was suddenly ravenous and demanding to be satiated.

On top of that, Bobby’s heart rate had quickened even more, and now I could associate the sound with the smell, making it completely irresistible. My body had flushed with heat, and all I could think/hear/feel was his blood, and how badly I needed it. The bloodlust had taken over me entirely.

I awoke in the moment with Jack’s hand tightly clamped on my arm. I had my hand on his chest, and the next thing I knew, I was trying to race down the hall, to Milo’s room in the turret, full of fresh blood. Jack had stopped me from getting very far, but it was still disturbing that I hadn’t even noticed that I had started moving in the other direction. It was like I had been in some kind of trance, and I still wasn’t completely out of it. At least now I was aware of what was happening, but it did nothing to lesson my desire to feed.

“You need to eat,” Jack said sternly.

“Yeah, no kidding,. I tried to pull towards Milo’s room again, but he stopped me.

“No, not him.” Jack shook his head and started to gently pull me in the opposite direction, away from the blood. The rational part of me understood what exactly what he was doing, that I did not what to feed on my brother’s boyfriend, but the hungry of part of me was irate that he would even consider taking me away from the blood. “Come on, Alice. There’s blood downstairs.”

“Not good blood!” I protested.

Other than the time I had bit Jack, I had never had fresh blood, so I didn’t have much to compare with it. Except that fresh blood smelled so much better than bag blood. My body craved it far more intensely, and it was almost impossible to resist. Especially since it had been awhile since I had eaten.

Well, not that long actually, but a long time for me. Jack was stronger than me, and at least some of me knew he was right, so I let him drag me down the stairs.

Fortunately, Mae was just coming up from the basement when we got downstairs, her arms overflowing with cold bags of blood. Apparently, Ezra was eating more than normal as well.

She saw the look on my face, and gave me one before I changed my mind about sparing Bobby. As I was greedily gulping it down, loving the exotic rush of pleasure that ran through me, I barely overheard her talking to Jack. Ezra was still weak and required lots of rest and food, and Peter had left to do something. She was vague on the details, but I’m not sure if that was for Jack’s sake or because she really didn’t know.

By the time I had finished my bag, she had disappeared back into her bedroom to tend to Ezra, and that deep wooziness was settling on me. I did not appreciate the fact that I had just woken up, and I was preparing to pass out again. I grabbed onto Jack, hoping that hanging onto him would somehow make me more alert. He laughed at my struggle against sleep, the sound resounding through me until I shivered with pleasure. Then he kissed my forehead and held me in his arms, and that was too comfortable for me to fight to stay awake anymore.

I was curled up in the crook of his arm when I woke up, and the bedroom was filled with the faint sounds of Depeche Mode. Jack had one arm wrapped around me, and the other one was holding a graphic novel, The Killing Joke. It was one of his favorites, so it was battered and beaten, and he had probably read it three times when he sat with me while I made the transformation from human to vampire.

He was so into it that he didn’t even notice when I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

“Hey,” I smiled up at him. He pulled his head back so he could look down at me and smiled crookedly, already setting the book aside. “Sorry I just passed out like that.”

“No, it’s cool. I understand,” Jack grinned, pushing my dark hair from off my face.

“I missed you.” I snuggled up closer to him, pressing my body against his, and his heart rate started to pick up. His eyes were dancing, and I could feel how much he had missed me.

“I missed you too,” Jack said softly. “For awhile there, I wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back.” When he pushed a strand of hair from my eyes, his face went stormy, re-imagining all the horrible things he had thought had happened to me when I hadn’t been answering my cell phone.

“But here we are!” I hurried to erase his dark thoughts, rubbing my hand over his chest. “In your room, in your bed, alone.” Something occurred to me, and my expression must’ve faltered because his face fell with concern. “We are alone, aren’t we?”

“What do you mean?” His arm tensed up around me and his voice had an edge to it. Once again, he incorrectly assumed that I was thinking of Peter, but he was the furthest thing from my mind.

“Milo and his new ‘friend,’” I explained, nodding to the thin wall that separated our rooms.

I couldn’t really trust myself against bloodlust, especially since I was with Jack, and there was already a chance that things could get out of control between us, but that was not my biggest concern.

Listening to Milo and Bobby fool around earlier had been rather nauseating, and I didn’t like the idea of them overhearing me messing around with Jack. Even if we were just kissing or something, that made me grossed out. But to be honest, I was really, really hoping to finally take things to next level with Jack, and I wanted it to be as intimate and private as possible.

“Oh, no, they’re long gone,” Jack smiled with relief and relaxed next to me. “They want to a club a few hours ago.”

“A club?” I arched my eyebrow and knew I was ruining the mood, but I couldn’t shake my concern.

“Is that safe?”

“Yeah,” Jack shrugged. “Milo is a vampire. He can handle himself.”

“What about Bobby?” I didn’t really care that much for his safety, but I knew that Milo would, and if other vampires were to move on him, I wasn’t sure how wisely Milo would respond.

“They’re okay. Trust me,” Jack reassured me. “And if they weren’t, they have cell phones, which they know how to use. Unlike some people.” So he hadn’t entirely forgiven me for not calling him from Finland, but that was okay. I planned on making up for it completely.

“So what you’re saying is that Milo is gone, Peter is gone, and Mae and Ezra are too preoccupied to really notice anything? And we are completely, entirely, alone?” I continued, sliding my leg up over his.

“It would appear that way,” Jack smiled wickedly.

I tilted my head up towards him and his mouth pressed softly against mine. The kiss was only gentle for a minute, though. This had been the kiss I had been so desperate for for weeks, and I didn’t have the selfcontrol I once had, not that I had ever had much to start with. As soon as I felt his lips searching mine, this frantic need took over me. Throwing one leg over him, I moved so I was sitting on top of him, straddling him between my legs. Jack moaned, but it was barely audible through our kisses. His hands were searching my body, and his skin was already smoldering. My temperature should’ve matched his, and I felt the warmth racing through me, but he was apparently ahead of me. His mouth felt so cool against mine, and I put my hands on the side of his face, holding him to me.

I pulled away just long enough to tear off my shirt, and he smiled appreciatively at me. He looked like he wanted to say something, so I quickly silenced him with kisses. Normally, I love talking to him, but right now, words weren’t enough. We had been forbidden from being together almost since day one, and even after I had turned into a vampire, we had been forced to stay at arms length. Finally, nothing was standing in our way.

After he slipped off his shirt, I took a moment to take him. His skin was tan and soft over the smooth muscles of his chest and stomach. It seemed inconceivable to me that I had ever thought anything was more attractive than him. Jack was completely perfect. A painful happiness spread over me as I thought about how lucky I was that he wanted me. I leaned over, peppering him with kisses, on his mouth, cheeks, chest, everywhere.

When my lips came to his neck, a delicious heat surged through me. I could feel and smell and taste his blood through his skin, and I remembered how wonderful it felt when he had let me drink it before. All of his love and pleasure had coursed through me, filling me with the most intense heat. It had left me dizzy and filled with ecstasy, and every other emotion paled in comparison. There was nothing in the world that felt better.

“Alice, no,” Jack breathed heavily, but he sounded reluctant to stop me. If I pushed it, I knew he would let me drink from him. It would feel almost as amazing for him as it would for me, but it was incredibly dangerous. As much as I wanted Jack, it would nearly impossible for me to stop once I got started. Even though there was a very good chance that I might kill him, it was still extremely hard for me to resist biting him.

“Sorry,” I whispered, using all my strength to pry my lips from his neck.

His hands on my back slid below my pants, pressing me even harder against him. His kisses had gotten hungrier and more aggressive, and I knew it was a battle for him to keep from biting me as well. Maybe we had reached the point where we could have sex, but sharing blood was too dangerous. It would be far too easy for me to get out of control, even if I was the one being bled. Jack started pushing down my pants, and my body started to tremble with excitement. There was this odd sense where I couldn’t believe we were really going to do this. I had spent so much time wishing and fantasizing about this moment, and now it was finally here. His lips again mine, his hands all over me, hot and strong, and I had never wanted anything more than I wanted him. I literally craved him.

I heard the bedroom door open, but it was a very secondary sensation. My hunger for Jack blotted out everything else. Fortunately, he was slightly more grounded in reality than I was, and thinking quickly, he pulled the covers up to hide me, since I was almost entirely naked. He had stopped kissing me, but there was this fog over my mind where I could still taste him. It took a moment to clear, and then I realized that Milo and Bobby were standing in the doorway to Jack’s room. Bobby looked embarrassed, but Milo just looked grossed out and disapproving.

“What the hell are you doing?” I was almost screaming. In all honesty, I had probably never been as pissed at my brother as I was then. Of all the times for him to burst into a room, this had to be the worst possible timing.

“What are you doing?” Milo countered, crossing his arms firmly over his chest and glaring down at us.

Jack had moved so he was sitting up, trying to shield me somewhat, even though I had his comforter wrapped around me. I noticed Bobby sneaking an admiring glance at him, and I glared possessively at Bobby and moved so I was more in front of Jack.

“I don’t think that’s really any of your business,” I snapped.

“Whatever,” Milo rolled his eyes. “You both know you’re not supposed to be alone like this.

And for once, its not you I’m worried about, Alice. You could kill him, and he’d be happy to let you.”

His words stung as true, and feeling ashamed, I pulled the blankets more securely around me.

“Everything’s fine. Nothing happened,” Jack noticed my discomfort and tried to reassure me. He tried to rub my back, but I pulled away from him. The heat of the moment had started to fade, and I hated knowing how close I had come to hurting him just because it felt good. He sighed wearily and turned to my brother. “So, what exactly did you want?”

“We came home to tell you something, but then I heard you guys,” Milo wrinkled his nose in disgust, and Bobby managed some kind of nervous giggle. He had started chewing at his black nail polish, and when he caught me glaring at him, he cowered more behind Milo. I’m sure Milo noticed me giving him the same look, but he made no mention of it.

“So what’s this big news?” I asked, purposely sounding bored.

“Jane was at V, and she’s a blood whore!” Milo said, and I didn’t appreciate how excited he sounded about that fact.

“A blood whore?” I questioned, even though it sounded pretty self-explanatory to me, but I hoped it wasn’t.

“It’s like a whore, but with blood instead of sex, and usually there’s no monetary exchange,” Jack explained quietly. He had never liked my former best friend Jane, but he wasn’t eager for bad things to happen to her, and he knew that I still cared about her.

“Well, if there’s no money, than what is she getting for it?” I asked. Milo lowered his eyes in shame, and at first I didn’t understand. It was actually incredibly obvious, but I was still under the fog of my lust for Jack.

“They got hooked on the feel they get from having vampires drink their blood,” Jack answered. He gave me a sidelong glance, reminding me of how amazing it had felt when I had been human and I had let him drink my blood. I had thought that nothing could ever feel that good… but as I listened to the sound of his pulse beating heavily in his veins, I knew there one thing that would definitely feel better.

Licking my lips, I turned away before I let myself think about it too much.

Milo suddenly became shifty and uncomfortable, and at first, I attributed it to my fading thirst, but then I realized it was something different. A few months ago, he had been wounded trying to protect Jane and me from a couple of vampires, and he had been forced to drink her blood to compensate for a blood loss.

Well, he hadn’t really been forced. He had just been unable to resist, and it was one of the most disturbing things I had ever seen. He had been like a wild animal, and she had been moaning with pleasure. So if she was hooked on being bit, he had been the one to do it.

“Milo-” I was about to tell him that he wasn’t his fault, but Bobby had put his hand on Milo’s back, comforting. Then I narrowed my eyes at him, becoming suspicious of what exactly this kid was doing with my brother. “Wait. Is that what you are?”

“No, of course not!” Bobby protested, looking vaguely ill.

“Alice!” Milo snapped.

“What?” I wondered what I had said that was so wrong. “That’s not an unfair judgment to come to, especially after whatever it was you two were doing earlier.” Bobby’s olive skin burned red with shame, but Milo just glared at me.

“That’s a horrible thing to say to him!” Milo yelled at me.

“What?” I repeated, growing more confused.

“Imagine how you would feel if someone had called you a bloodwhore,” Jack looked at me.

There was something veiled in his eyes, and he quickly looked away. It made me think that somebody had probably called me a bloodwhore, and I wondered if that somebody had just been rescued from Finland.

“Sorry,” I mumbled without looking at Bobby. “I’m just looking out for Milo’s best interests.”

“Whatever,” Milo said, but he didn’t sound as angry as he had before. “Just get dressed, and we can talk more then. I’m not a big fan of talking to you when you’re naked.”

Milo put his arm on Bobby’s back and gently ushered him out of the room. He gave us a warning glare before closing the door behind him, meaning that we better just concentrate on getting dressed or he would bust back in. Jack and I just sat in silence for a minute, letting the weight of what we had almost done and the news about Jane settle in.

“So what exactly does being a bloodwhore entail?” I asked. I had started pulling back on my shirt, and I watched sadly as Jack did the same. “I understand the basic concept, but like… I don’t know. How does it work?” Running my fingers through my hair to smooth out the tangles, I thought of something that made my stomach twist. “I mean… you’ve had bloodwhores before, haven’t you?”

“Most vampires try it once or twice at least,” Jack replied evasively. He got out of bed and readjusted his clothing, purposely avoiding looking at me. “It’s fairly common.”

“Alright.” I swallowed and remembered that I had to take it all in stride when dating a vampire. “So how do you go about that? You just… what?”

“Well, they’re usually hanging around the club. They know what the scene is.” Jack had begun pacing the room, pretending to do things like readjust a picture on the wall or move something on the night stand.

The conversation was making him uncomfortable because I had mentioned that he had done it once, and though I did my best to hide it, he could tell how much that upset me. “You can just go there and find a girl.

Or a guy. Whatever you’re into. Take them to the back room at the club or back to your place. Wherever you’re most comfortable. Then you, you know, bite them. When it’s done, you go on your way, and they sleep it off. Or do whatever they want.” Jack shrugged. “It’s pretty simple.”

“So how would Jane find out about a place like V?” I asked, trying to push past how cavalier Jack was about that.

It was probably the use of the word “whore” that made the most uncomfortable. And that I knew how amazing it felt when he drank my blood, how I could feel some of what he felt, and how he could feel everything I felt. It was the most intimate act on earth, and he had just casually done with random whores he had picked up at a bar. I swallowed hard and refused to think about it.

“If she hung around downtown long enough, and now that she knows what to look to for in a vampire, it’s only a matter of time.” He fixed a piece of tape on his Purple Rain poster, then looked back at me.

“It’s the like it is with any other drug.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked edgily.

Apprehension settled over me. As soon as Milo had mentioned that Jane had gotten involved with vampires, I hadn’t been thrilled by the idea. But I had just gotten so used to Jane being reckless and having her name associated with being a whore that I hadn’t thought much of it. If Jack was showing even a shrapnel of concern for her, it meant things were pretty bad off, and he was looking very severely at me.

“Bloodwhores are addicted,” Jack explained. “So they’ll do really dangerous things for it. I mean, letting a vampire to bite you is pretty dangerous itself, but it’s not the worst thing you can do. They’ll do riskier and riskier behavior, and even if they don’t, they’ll simply crave it more and more.

And there’s only so much blood loss the human body can take. The lifespan on a bloodwhore is fairly short.”

“You’re saying that Jane could actually die?” I sat up straighter in bed, and my mouth suddenly felt very dry.

“No. I’m saying that… unless she gets out of that lifestyle, she will die,” Jack said quietly.

Time seemed to stop for a moment. It wasn’t until somebody threatened to take her away that I realized how much she meant to me. Jane was vain and self-absorbed and a bitch most of the time, but underneath that, she had always been my friend and capable of real emotion. She had become much hotter and much cooler than me when we got to high school, but she never ditched me, even when I kind of hoped she would. No matter who was at a party or what they thought of me, Jane always brought me a long, and most of the time, she stood up for me. She tried her best to make me as cool as her, but I fought it every step of the way. When we had been attacked by vampires a few months ago, she had even saved my life. She had just never believed that she more than a pretty face or stronger than being a stuck-up bitch.

And even through all the terrible things she had done, she had been my best friend since I was seven years old, and she had been there for me as much as she was capable.

Now she was in serious trouble, and it was all because of me. Funny. I had always thought she was the one who would be the death of me.

“We have to get her,” I said dully. Speaking had somehow woken me up, and I jumped off the bed, scrambling to pull on my jeans as I did. Panic had started taking over and I was flying around the room like a maniac. Grabbing my shoes and my brush and then a sweater and then thinking that I had to do something to my hair before we went to a club or Jane wouldn’t even speak to me… and then Jack grabbed my wrist.

“Alice. Slow down,” Jack said firmly. “She’s not dying right now.”

“You don’t know that!” I snapped.

“I’m pretty sure if she was in immediate danger, Milo wouldn’t have left her there,” Jack pointed out reasonably.

“Maybe.” I felt my heart slowing a little bit. Milo had just seen her, and if things were really bad, he would’ve convinced her to come back here, or at the very least insist that we hurry after her.

He hadn’t sounded that worried, though, so things couldn’t be that terrible. “But we still have to go get her.”

“I agree, but you need to take a minute to calm down. We’re going to a vampire club, for the first time since you turned, and it would be helpful if you were in control of yourself.” Jack smiled wryly and touched my cheek gently.

“Okay,” I nodded and looked down at myself. The casual jeans and top combo I was going for would never work at a club, or at least Jane would say it didn’t. If were going there, I might as well fit in. “I’m gonna go get ready. Why don’t you let Milo know, and then we can get out of here?”

“Sounds good.” Jack kissed me gently on the lips, sending tingles through me so much that I almost forgot about Jane. Fortunately, he remembered and made the kiss much briefer than I would’ve liked.

“Everything will be okay.”

I smiled like I believed him, and then I went into the closet to look for something to wear.

This life had afforded me lots of very fancy outfits, but it was hard to pick out one. What exactly did one wear when going to rescue their former best friend from an underground vampire club?

Chapter 11

Milo and Bobby rode in Mae’s Jetta down to the club, since Jack thankfully wouldn’t let him drive the Lamborghini. Still, it did little to ease my nerves knowing he was driving. Jack was a notoriously speedy driver, but the trip downtown had never seemed to take so long. Since it was after two in the morning, most of the clubs and bars had let out and cleared out, and Jack easily found a parking spot a block away from V. Milo pulled up behind us a minute later, meaning that he had been speeding as well. I considered launching into a speech about the importance of driving safely, but then I saw a vampire walking towards us.

After becoming a vampire, other vampires are a lot easier to spot. The number one give away is their heartbeat, which is always the first thing a vampire notices about any living creature. A vampire’s heart beats much slower and much quieter than a human could and still walk around. The one walking towards us was tall and slender and pale, reminding me very much of the way Tim Burton would design a vampire, and the human girl he had at his side looked even shorter and chubbier than she actually was in comparison to him.

His skin almost glimmered white in the street lamp, and hers had a blotchy ashen quality to it, a symptom I associated with recent blood loss, and her eyes were glassy with overly dilated pupils. Her Tim Burton companion was leading her along carefully to keep her from stumbling or simply passing out right there, and while he looked happy, there was an offhand way that he treated her. Like a dog walker who had no real interest in dogs. Or more accurately, like he was leading a cow to the slaughter.

I shivered involuntarily, and she smiled dazedly at me, her pudgy cheeks dimpling. She couldn’t be more than sixteen herself, if that, and I fought the urge to steal her away from him. He had already drank from her, and she wasn’t dead, so that was a good sign. He wouldn’t be eager to part with her, though, and even if I could get her away, she wouldn’t appreciate it, and it would be at the expense of creating a new vampire enemy. Besides that, the horrible truth of it was that this was the way of life. My way of life. Vampires are going to drink from people, and at least this way they’re both willing participants. This is probably the best I can hope for.

“Come on,” Jack said quietly, putting his hand on my back. He saw me watching after the vampire, and while he empathized with her like I did, he knew there was nothing we could do for her.

Besides, we had more pressing issues on hand. “We should get going.”

“Yeah, come on. Before Jane leaves,” Milo agreed. He had taken Bobby’s hand and started walking ahead of us.

Milo turned off of Hennepin Ave onto a darkened street. The nearest streetlamps had gone out, and I suspected that was a constant occurrence. Vampires liked night as dark as it could be, which was why the doorway of the club was hidden on the darkest street in Minneapolis. Bobby gripped onto Milo more tightly, probably because he couldn’t see where he was going and didn’t want to trip over anything.

Jack and I followed directly behind them, and Milo glanced back once at us before opening a nondescript door.

The bouncers were all but blocking the door. They were two massive vampires, and they barely looked at any of us, but I saw one of them sniff at Bobby. The movement was too small for his human eyes to catch, but Milo glared at him. We squeezed in between to them to the narrow hall lit by a single red bulb, and I saw Bobby cling onto Milo even tighter, and I remembered why.

At the end of the narrow hall, there was a rather steep set of cement stairs leading down into what appeared to be black nothingness. The only light in the stairway came from the red one upstairs. It was more than enough light for me to see the way down, but Bobby went down them slowly and carefully, and Milo kept his hand on him to catch him if he fell. The last I had been here, I had been human, and I had been terrified that I would plummet to death at the bottom of the steps.

As soon as we had opened the doors upstairs, I had been able to hear the faint sound of the music, but I’m sure that Bobby was just starting to hear it when we hit the landing. The narrow hall went on forever, but we stopped at a pair of massive doors. Jack pulled them open, bathing us with a blue light that was almost blinding after the darkness of the hall. I’m sure to all the people dancing inside, it seemed dim and reasonable for a club, but it was a different story for us.

Considering we were in the basement, the ceilings of the room were amazingly high for what was undoubtedly a dance floor. Electronica filled my ears, blotting out any sound of heartbeats, which was a relief.

However, there was nothing that could be done for the smell. There were at least twohundred people smashed onto the floor, dancing wildly. Slender arms waved in the air, and bodies moved delicately and perfectly in time with the music. And they all smelled deliciously of blood and sweat.

Instantly, I started to salivate, even though it had been a few hours since I last ate, and Jack squeezed my hand tightly, drawing me back to him before bloodlust hit me.

A long, metallic bar lined the far side of the room, and bottles lining the back wall, full of alcoholic drinks for the humans. Several very attractive vampires stood behind it, manning it for drinks. The stools in front of it were full, and a line of sweaty humans were waiting to get drinks.

“She’s probably in the other room,” Milo leaned in closer to us. He didn’t raise his voice at all, but I could hear him clearly above the echo of the club. Bobby probably couldn’t hear him, but he looked too distracted by the dance floor.

The dancers were a mixture of vampire perfection and people, but it was clear that the bouncers sifted through the humans to make sure only the more attractive specimens made it down here.

Every one of them was beautiful and delectable, and I could hardly stand to look at them. For Bobby’s part, he seemed just as entranced by the vampires. I wanted to be angry with him for it, but they were still captivating to me, and I had spent much longer adjusting to them.

Wrapping his arm tightly around Bobby’s waist, Milo started wading his way through the crowd. Jack looked down at me, checking to make sure that I could handle crossing the floor. It would require me to push up against lots of people, to physically be able to feel their rapid pulses beating against me, but I had to learn willpower sometime. Swallowing, I nodded and gripped his hand, and he followed after Milo. Everyone was hot from dancing, and I could feel the heat radiating from them. Jack pushed headily through, purposely being rough to get them out of the way. He wasn’t a threatening person, but he was strong, and they parted easily for us. It was still a fight to keep back my thirst. I had no idea how Milo had been able to handle himself so well after he first turned.

We made it across the room, where the blue lights started to fade, and there was a doorway into the next room, glowing warm under the dim red lights. Milo was waiting at the door for us, Bobby pressed up close to him, his head resting on his shoulder. I hadn’t been to able to see what happened, but something had obviously spooked Bobby. I could imagine what it was, though. Vampires had a tendency to grab and glam onto whatever they found attractive, and fresh food was always attractive.

Just before as we reached them, I heard something disturbingly familiar. Jack and Milo didn’t seem to notice it, buried in the sounds of the club, but I froze in my tracks. The sound was sweet yet fragile, like a tinkling bell… on helium. I pulled away from Jack, scanning the crowd for bright purple hair.

The last time we had gone to the vampire club, I had been introduced into a pair of vampires, Lucian and Violet, who became intent on stalking and killing me. Peter had taken care of Lucian, but she had gotten away. Violet had seemed less interested in pursuing me, but like her boyfriend, she had been a caricature of vampirism. Her hair had been dyed purple, her eyeliner was thick black, and she capped her teeth to make them pronounced fang.

“What?” Jack asked, watching me frantically scan the dance floor.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head. I had been positive I had heard Violet’s laugh, and it was a very distinct sound that I wouldn’t easily forget, but I couldn’t see her anywhere.

I was just about to give up looking when a girl at the bar caught my attention. Her long blond hair hung down her back, shimmering like silk under the blue lights. She tilted her head back, laughing at something a drunk guy was saying to her, and I shivered. That was Violet’s laugh. Absently, she looked back over her shoulder, her blue eyes landing on mine, and they flickered with frightened recognition. She had traded in the thick black eyeliner for something subtler, or maybe nonexistent, making her even more beautiful than she had been before. Somehow, she looked even younger, more innocent.

Turning into a vampire made her look around nineteen or twenty, but something in her eyes led me to believe she was younger than that, and she had probably hadn’t been turned for very long either.

“Violet?” I said more to myself, but she instantly looked away, shielding her face with her hair.

“You know her?” Jack was at my side, looking at her quizzically. He had only met her very briefly when she looked much different, so he didn’t recognize her, but he was on edge anyway.

“I think that’s Violet.” Without really thinking, I started to walk towards her, but Jack put his hand on my arm.

“Wait, wait. That’s the girl that was stalking you before?” Jack’s eyebrows crinkled with concern and confusion. “Why are you going to talk to her? Are you gonna…” His face darkened. Peter had been the one that had saved my life that night, not him, and it had been a hard thing for him to get over.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know. I wanna talk to her,” I shook my head, unable to explain myself.

“What’s going on?” Milo asked. He was still standing in the doorway, his arm around his boyfriend, looking impatiently at me. He had to yet to see Violet, and I suspected that was for the best.

He would take running into her much worse than I would.

“I’ll be right back,” I told him, then hurried over to Violet before she hid or escaped. Jack was right behind me, but he didn’t try to stop me.

The drunk guy talking to her was mid-sentence, and she stood up without explanation, preparing to get away. I know I should’ve felt angry. She had almost gotten me, Milo, and Jane killed, but I wasn’t out for revenge. I just… wanted to talk to her. She looked so normal now, and I was a vampire, too.

The playing field was even, and I wanted to know what the hell she had been doing before.

“Hey. Violet.” I blocked her path, and she looked up at me, her eyes wide. All of her former cockiness was long gone, and I suspected that had a lot to do with the death of her boyfriend.

“I don’t know what you want but…” She trailed off, her eyes flicking nervously from me to Jack. The piercing she had in her face was gone, too, and she pushed her hair back from her face. Her short nails were painted purple, the only sign of her former getup. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Neither do I,” I admitted, and I glanced back at Jack to make sure he wasn’t glaring at her or anything. In truth, Jack had such an open face, it was pretty hard for him to look threatening unless he was really pissed off.

“What do you want then?” Violet demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. She was trying to look strong and angry, but without the confidence behind it, she just looked like a whiny child.

“I don’t know.” I chewed my lip before asking her what I really wanted to know. “Before, when you were chasing after me… what exactly were you planning on doing with me?”

“I didn’t want anything with you!” Violet insisted vehemently, her eyes wide. “I mean, at first, I went after you as a lark because you were so…” She lowered her eyes and shook her head. “I was mostly teasing you. But Lucian, he wouldn’t let it go. I don’t know what he wanted. I think he just liked the idea of stealing you from another vampire.”

“Well, but now he’s gone and she’s a vampire, so that’s settled then,” Jack interjected with a clumsy smile. He was afraid that we might suddenly battle to the death or something, and he was eager to end the conversation.

“How old are you?” I asked pointedly, ignoring Jack.

“I don’t why that matters,” Violet replied, but she looked flustered. I just stared at her until finally she answered. “I was fourteen when I turned, and that was like two years ago.” A strand of blond hair fell into her eyes, and she looked at me, as if daring me to defy her. “Look, it wasn’t my idea. Not going after you, not turning into a vampire. It was all Lucian. He thought this was all some great big fantasy, and he tracked somebody down that would turn him, and then stupidly, I had him turn me.” She shook her head again, trying to keep me from noticing the tears standing in her eyes. “But he’s dead. And I’m over it.

So…” Blinking hard, she looked at me evenly. “Are we through?”

“Yeah. Sure,” I nodded, unable to think of a reason to keep her talking to me.

Violet brushed past me, disappearing into the dance floor. Even after everything she had put me through, I felt this strange sadness for her. I couldn’t imagine going through the whole process of turning without Jack or Ezra or even Milo to guide me. To be so powerful and so young and so confused and alone.

It would be impossibly terrifying. She had just been a dumb kid playing around with Hot Topic makeup, and she had gotten in way over her head.

“You okay?” Jack touched my arm gently.

“Yeah.” Then I remembered that we weren’t here to check up on my enemies and make sure they were happy. Jane was here somewhere, probably losing blood as we spoke. “Sorry. Let’s go.”

Bobby was still clamped onto Milo’s side when we reached them, and I was starting to wonder why he even came here. Despite his fondness for my brother, he seemed rather frightened and upset by everything going on around here. Not that I blamed him, but that didn’t explain why he would keep coming.

“Who was that girl you were talking to?” Milo asked, and Bobby craned his neck around to see what girl he was talking about. Violet was long gone, though, and that was just as well.

“Nobody. Where’s Jane?” I said.

“I haven’t seen her yet, but we’ve just been waiting here,” Milo gave me an irritated look, so I pushed past him into the adjoining room.

The light above glowed dull red, the kind of lighting that was most pleasing to vampires’ eyes. This room was smaller than the last, and dressed more like a bar or a coffee shop than a club.

Several soft looking couches filled the room, and there was a small bar in a very dark corner. That bar served drinks too, but ones that were served best at 98.6 degrees. There were lots of doors and darkened hallways leading out of it, and while I had never been in one of the rooms, I knew exactly what they were for. Some vampires required more privacy when they were with the bloodwhores, while others were camped out on the couch, drinking openly from their human donors.

With one quick scan of the room, I knew Jane wasn’t there. Her heartbeat and her scent were almost as familiar to me as Jack and Milo’s, and they were nowhere in this room. I turned back to look at Milo, and I could tell he had come to the same conclusion as me.

“She was here before,” Milo said.

“She was with a guy,” Bobby added helpfully.

Jack had moved on to looking around more closely, in case we had missed something. I sighed, thinking that I had taken too long getting ready, or staring at the people outside, or randomly talking to Violet.

I had been wasting time, when I should’ve been tracking down Jane. Admittedly, I still had her phone number, but she hadn’t answered my calls since I turned.

“Alice! He finally did it!” a voice purred, and a vampire got up off the couch and walked over to me.

With long black hair past her knees, she had that ageless beauty, but I suspected that she had been in her forties when she had turned, which had probably been a very, very long time ago. Her clothing was entirely tight black leather, and I had never understood how was able to move. While we weren’t exactly old friends, Olivia had been vampire who had first rescued me from Lucian and Violet. There seemed to be a wisdom lurking below her hazy grin, and even though she had the slow, slurred movements of any aging junkie, she still had the killer instincts of a vampire.

“What?” I tried to return her smile, but I was too frustrated over not finding Jane.

“He turned you,” Olivia said, and she reached out, caressing my cheeks softly with her hands. Her eyes were glazed, but her voice was low and surprisingly seductive. “And what an exquisite creature you are.”

She left a girl discarded on the couch behind her, a thin trail of blood drying on her neck, and she moaned softly, reaching out in the empty space where Olivia had been.

“Thanks,” I replied uncertainly, and Jack appeared at my side. Even though Olivia had saved me before, her level of interest in me made something vaguely jealous flair up in him.

“Maybe you can help us,” Milo walked over to us, thinking quicker than I did. Bobby trailed after him, and Olivia looked at him with disdain. Her interest apparently didn’t go past human girls, or probably girls in general. “We’re looking for a girl, a friend of Alice’s.”

“She’s a bloodwhore, we think,” I added. “She’s tall and thin, and very pretty, like a model.

Her hair is short and dark, and she’s always dressed to the nines.” Olivia looked at me, as if studying me could tell her where my friend was. “Her name is Jane, and I think she’s in trouble.”

“If she’s the girl I’m thinking of, she definitely is in trouble,” Olivia nodded gravely. She licked her lip and pointed down the hall. “She’s been coming around here a lot more than any one person should, and she went down that hall an hour ago with a vampire. I’m not sure what room they’re in, but I’m sure you can find her.”

“Thank you,” I smiled quickly and turned down the hall.

The hall was almost pitch black, but I could see the outlines of the doors. I could smell the blood and hear the erratic heartbeats and happy moans, and I had concentrate on it without thinking about it. I had to find Jane without giving into my own thirst. Jack was a few steps ahead of me listening for her, and I could hear Bobby complain about being unable to see anything behind us. Milo was trying to reassure him, and then I heard it.

Before I could even smell her, I heard her overly sultry moan. Unfortunately, in my years of friendship with her, I had heard it far more than I had ever cared. But if it would help me find her now, it suddenly seemed all worth while.

Without thinking, I threw open the door. I couldn’t really make out anything, and then a figure was flying towards me. I didn’t have a chance to react, and Jack was already in front of me, shielding me the vampire coming at my throat. Jack threw him back, slamming him against the wall and holding him there while he gnashed his teeth at Jack. Somehow, Jack managed to hold in him in place, but Milo was in the room, rushing past me to help Jack restrain that seriously pissed off vampire.

Meanwhile, Jane was lying on a bed, covered in dark stains from similar acts. In the darkness, I could still see her clearly. She was still beautifully dressed in some tiny piece of clothing that passed for a dress, and her skin was almost white. While she had always been thin, her arms were downright bony and her face was gaunt. The most terrifying thing was that her heart beat was almost nonexistent. The room was filled with the scent of her fresh blood, and it was impossible to ignore. She moaned tiredly and stirred slightly in the bed, and somehow that let my urge to protect her override my urge to eat her.

“Jane!” I ran to her, leaving Milo and Jack to contend with the thrashing vampire on the wall. I climbed on the bed, trying to ignore how disgusting and tantalizing the blood stained mattress was, and I slapped her cheek. I had meant for it to be gentle, but the panic mixed with my unmastered strength made me slap her a little hard, not that she even noticed or woke up.

“Is everyone okay? What’s going on?” Bobby asked plaintively, and I glanced back to see him feeling around the doorway. He couldn’t see anything, and all he could hear was the sound of struggling.

“Everything’s under control!” Milo shouted as the vampire tried to bite his throat.

“What the hell is going on?” the vampire growled, and when he saw me tending to Jane, he stopped fighting them and just glared. “You’re after the whore?” We had interrupted him in the middle of feeding, the time when vampires are most animalistic, and he was just coming down from that, back to something that resembled civilized.

“Her name is Jane!” I snapped, trying futilely to rouse her. She was completely out, and I knew how draining and wonderful blood loss and how impossible it was to wake up from.

“I know her fucking name!” the vampire shouted. “What I want to know is what you want with her?”

“What do you care?” Jack countered, doing his best to sound tough. It would be comical if he wasn’t trying to hold back a vampire from possibly slaughtering us.

“Jonathan,” Jane murmured, still mostly asleep.

“No, it’s me, Alice,” I said. She moved her head, and I turned it towards me, trying to get her to focus on me. “Jane, wake up. We need to get you out of here.”

“She’s talking about me, you silly twat! I’m Jonathan!” The vampire pushed against Jack, and he lessoned his grip on him. Jack exchanged a look with me, debating whether or not he should just let this Jonathan vampire go. I shrugged, leaving up to his judgment. “Will you let me go? I’m not gonna fight you! I don’t have to. She’s not gonna go with you.” Jack took a step back, and Milo did the same, but more hesitantly. Jonathan smoothed out his shirt and glared at them but made no move towards them.

“Jane, honey, wake up!” I yelled and started to gently shake her.

“No, Jonathan, let me sleep,” Jane swatted absently at me.

“She’s not going with you,” Jonathan repeated. He stepped closer to me, and Milo growled and stepped in between him and the bed. “I’m not gonna stop you! She just won’t go! What do I care if you take the whore?”

“I think it might be better if you just shut the hell up,” Jack suggested.

“Jane, come on.” I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her so she was sitting up. Her head lolled back for a second, revealing the still open wounds on her neck. Then she opened her eyes and lifted her head.

“Jane, come on. Let’s go.”

“Alice?” Jane squinted, and I realized she probably couldn’t see anything in the dark. “What are you doing here?”

“Taking you with me.” I put my arm around her to pick her up, but she pushed back at me.

She was much weaker than me, but I stopped trying to lift her anyway. “Jane, you’ve gotta come with me.”

“No! No! Why would I wanna I go with you?” Jane sounded disgusted and pushed away from me so she could lie down on the filthy mattress. “Get away from me. I’m staying with Jonathan.”

“I told you,” Jonathan crossed his arms over his chest. His hair was cropped short, almost shaved, and he had that perpetual unshaven look. He was undeniably foxy, the way all vampires seemed to be, and I was fairly certain that I had seen him on a billboard modeling men’s underwear before. Jane was probably thrilled that he wanted her, even if she wasn’t hooked on what it felt like when he drank her blood.

“What are you even doing here?” Jane sounded incredibly irritated, but that was probably because I was ruining her buzz. She was awake now but not entirely alert, and she ran her fingers through her in an offhandedly sexy way. Her reflexes were even seductive.

“We came to get you. We’re worried about you,” I told her as sincerely as possible. I tried to gently put my hand on her arm to convey that I cared, but she pulled it back from me.

“We?” Jane squinted harder in the darkness, trying to make out who I had brought with me, and tiredly pushed herself back into sitting a position. Her skeletal arms were stretched out behind her, holding her up precariously so she didn’t fall back on the bed. “That was your little brother I saw grinding up on some boy on the dance floor! I thought that was him, but I didn’t believe you were letting him date yet.” She gave some kind of laugh, and Milo scowled at her. “That’s just like him to narc on me anyway. I bet you just ran home to tell her right away, didn’t you?”

“This isn’t the kind of life you want to have,” Milo said, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

Jonathan noticed, and grinned cockily at him.

“Tell that to your boyfriend,” Jane laughed again, but it was tired, hollow sound.

“Jane, come on. This is enough. Let’s you get home.” I got up off the bed and reached out for, planning to pull her off the bed and throw her over my shoulder if I had to.

“No! I’m not going with you!” Jane repeated forcefully. “You’ve barely even talked to me since you got these new friends of yours, and now that I’ve got my own friends, you suddenly wanna hang out with me again? And on top of that, you have the balls to condemn me for doing the exact same thing as you?”

“I never did this!” I shouted. “And I was avoiding you to protect you, and then you started to avoid me. I called you like a million times but you wouldn’t answer!”

“Doesn’t that tell you something?” Jane smiled darkly at me. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore, Alice! You don’t need to save me from myself! I am just fine without you!”

“You are not fine! And I’m not saving you from you! I’m saving you from vampires!” I knew that sounded really dumb since I planned on bringing her back to a house full of vampires, but it sounded more convincing in my head. Jane laughed at the stupidity of argument, but I had had enough anyway.

I bent down and scooped her up. She yelped in protest, but I tossed her easily over my shoulder.

Admittedly, I was much stronger than before, but it was almost too easy. I doubted she even weighed a hundred pounds anymore, and she was still taller than me. As soon as I had her, she started hitting at my back and screaming at me.

“Put me down, you stupid bitch!” Jane protested, pounding her tiny fists as hard as she could against my back. Of course, it didn’t hurt at all, but they didn’t stop her from trying.

“She doesn’t want to go with you!” Jonathan made a step towards me, and Jack and Milo moved closer to him. He held his hands up in a gesture of peace, but his face was contorted to some kind of contained rage. If I tried taking away food from a starving wolf, I imagine that he would make a similar facial expression.

“I am not going with you!” Jane insisted.

“What’s going on?” Bobby shrieked, looking terrified.

“Everything’s fine!” Milo told him unconvincingly.

“You can’t very well kidnap her!” Jonathan pointed out. I hadn’t made a move towards the door yet because I was hoping Jane would calm down soon, but he was right. I couldn’t take her kicking and screaming out through a crowded dance floor and onto the city streets.

“Just put me down!” Jane shouted. Sighing heavily, I complied and set her on her feet next to me. She slapped me once more for good measure, and I had to remind myself that she was my best friend and she was just confused. “You are such a god damn controlling bitch, Alice! You always think you know everything better than I do! Just because you’re a prude doesn’t mean I’m wrong!”

“I don’t want any trouble but she is mine,” Jonathan exchanged a look with Jack, and Jane puffed visibly.

Jane completely misinterpreted his use of the word “mine.” She saw it as something resembling love, like he cared about her so she belonged to him. All he really meant was that he had bitten her first, so he had a claim laid on her until he gave her up. It was a way to keep vampires from fighting over food. Not only that, her blood would be tainted and taste horrible for about a week or so after, thanks to his saliva. Theoretically, I think that he could fight us and even kill us for trying to her from him without any repercussions in the vampire world, but I wasn’t really an expert on vampire etiquette yet.

“We can’t kidnap her, Alice,” Jack looked apologetically at me.

“See?” Jane started reaching out in the darkness, feeling around for Jonathan to come protect her.

Milo moved back, allowing Jonathan to walk over to her. He put his arm around in something that she perceived as affection but I’m sure it was nothing more than ownership. His arrogant smile said nothing more than that he’d won.

“We’ll talk later,” I relented finally.

“Fat chance,” Jane retorted. Why was I trying to save her again?

Milo went over to comfort Bobby, who was frantically clinging onto the door. Jack put his arm around me, escorting me from the room. I glanced back over my shoulder at them. Jane, thin and frail, was hanging onto Jonathan just to keep from falling over, and he looked at with her pure hunger.

Before we had even left the room, he tilted her head back and sunk his teeth into her neck. She moaned and her blood filled the room. Jack tightened his arm around me to prevent me from rushing at Jonathan and getting myself killed.

I protested, but he pulled the door shut behind us and practically drug me down the hallway, past all the rooms where vampires were feeding on other people’s best friends.

Chapter 12

I was not happy. I spent the entire car ride home sulking and glaring out the window. Jack tried to talk to me and cheer me up, but I wanted nothing to do with it. It wasn’t his fault that Jane wouldn’t come home with us, or that vampires were such horrible creatures, but he was the only one I had to take it out on. When we pulled in the garage, I slammed the car door behind me and stormed into the house, noticing that Milo and Bobby hadn’t returned yet.

“Alice!” Jack called tiredly after me, but I didn’t slow down. I had the habit of acting like a petulant child every time things didn’t work out the way I wanted. Matilda was at the door waiting for us, but when she tried to greet me, I just pushed past her. Jack indulged her more than I did, but he was trying to keep up with me so he brushed her off. “Alice, come on! I know you’re upset, but you didn’t really think you could swoop in there like Batman and save the day, did you?”

“I don’t know what I thought!” I grumbled.

I had reached the kitchen, and even though there was nothing in there for me anymore, I didn’t feel like going any further. I wanted to eat something. Not that I was actually hungry, not the way I ever had been as a human, but whenever I had come home frustrated about something, Milo had always fed me. In that regard, it was probably for the best that I had turned into a vampire, otherwise I would’ve most likely ended up as a very fat stress eater. Out of habit, I opened up the refrigerator, which, thanks to Bobby, actually had food in it again.

“What are you doing?” Jack eyed me up quizzically.

“Making Bobby a snack,” I lied.

Since I had never had a conversation with the kid, I had no real clue what kind of foods he might like, but Mae had stocked the fridge for him, so it was a safe bet that anything in it would be good for him. I hadn’t really meant to make him anything, of course, and it was a well known fact that I couldn’t cook, but it would give me something to do. The crisper was filled with fruits, so I grabbed them all, thinking that chopping them up for a fruit salad might go a long way to alleviate my anger.

“Do you need any help?” Jack asked, watching me drop the armload of fruits onto the island.

“Nope!” I searched the kitchen drawers until I found a large butcher knife. I couldn’t tell the last time anybody had used it, so I rinsed it off under the sink. Then I realized that I hadn’t washed off any of the fruit, either, so I grabbed it all and dropped it in the sink to clean.

“Are you mad at me?” Jack asked hesitantly. He leaned against the island with Matilda rubbing up against him so he could scratch her head.

“No,” I said, but then I decided that wasn’t exactly true. “You and Milo totally could’ve taken that Jonathan idiot. And I’m sure that Jane would’ve followed you or Milo out of there. We could’ve taken her if we really tried.”

“Maybe,” Jack relented. I started picking up the fruit out of the sink, but they were wet and slippery, and the grapes and strawberries were trying to make their escape onto the floor. Jack came over and caught what was falling away and helped me carry it back over to the island, so I could chop it.

“Thank you,” I muttered, not ready to give up on my anger just yet.

“But if we had to kidnap Jane out of there, what good would it have really done?” Jack looked at me sincerely. “I mean, you watch all those shows about junkies. What is they always say? You can make a person change, and they can’t quit for anybody else. Jane has to want to stop.”

“Then why did we even go down there?” I shouted. My hands felt shaky when I started chopping a pear, but I ignored it. I just couldn’t shake the image of how sickly and weak she looked, and how oddly content she was with the idea of it all.

“I was thinking maybe you’d be able to talk some sense into her,” Jack shrugged sheepishly.

“But now she knows that you still care, and hopefully, if she has a change of heart, she’ll talk to you.”

“Jane’s never listened to me about anything, and you know it,” I grumbled.

“Maybe so, but this is her choice, and you have to let her make it.” He was on the other side of the island from me, leaning across it and looking at me gently with his soft blue eyes. His crooked smile was sympathetic, but I ignored it, which was a considerable feat. My body is naturally always pulling towards him, and I was trying to pretend like pears and apricots were more interesting than he was.

Unfortunately, I had never been a very coordinated person, and I didn’t seem to be fairer much better with coordination as a vampire. Plus, I was distracted by Jack and by thoughts of Jane, so it was only a matter of time before the knife sliced in my finger.

I yelped and pulled my hand back, sustaining my first real injury as a vampire. The pain was much sharper and more intense than any I had felt as a human, but it almost instantly died away.

The cut was nasty, hitting the bone in my index finger. If my bones hadn’t been so strong, I probably would’ve sliced the end right off. I stared down at it, watching the blood seeping from my wound with some amazement. This was my blood, and I could smell it, warm and strangely exotic. It was a rarity that one got to smell their own blood, I suppose, and I was surprised that it still smelled delicious, even to me.

“You do smell really good,” Jack assured me in a rather hushed tone. The pink edges of the cut were already starting to heal, right in front of my eyes, and I glanced up at him. His eyes looked gone translucent, and I could his heart beat speed up. Nothing in the world was more enticing to him than the scent of my blood, and that had not changed even when I became immortal.

“Want a taste?” I offered my hand to him, knowing how wonderful it felt when he just tasted me and how crazy it would drive him. I was already imagining him pushing all the fruit off the island with one swoop of his hand and pushing me back down on it, kissing me ferociously until his mouth found my neck…

“In the kitchen?” Jack raised an eyebrow, but his breath was getting shallow.

With great effort, he managed to pull his eyes from me to look around the room, pointing how completely exposed we would be. At any minute, Milo and Bobby would come home, and Mae and Ezra had to be somewhere around here. I would probably die of shame if they were to walk in on us in a compromising situation, but still, the temptation was nearly too great.

“Suit yourself.” I shrugged, pretending like it meant nothing to me, even though I knew he could hear my own ragged heart beat. The cut had already healed completely, and the blood was drying on my skin.

Never being one to let things go to waste, I put my finger in my mouth, licking off the blood and cleaning it.

“You’re horrible,” Jack smirked hungrily and ran a hand through his sandy hair. He shook his head and took a step back from the island, trying to clear his head of me.

His predictions were entirely accurate. Within seconds, Milo and Bobby came in from the garage.

They both eyed up the fruit spread on the island with confusion, but Milo’s face was contorted into something different. He sniffed, giving me an evil look that was somehow hungry as well.

“Why does it smell like your blood in here?” Milo demanded, then shot a glare at Jack.

“I just cut my finger!” I sighed and held up the butcher knife that still had my blood on it.

There were a few droplets on the island as well, and I wiped at them with a rag.

“Oh really, Alice,” Milo rolled his eyes dramatically and walked over to me. “Do you want me to do this for you? What are you doing anyway?”

“I thought you didn’t eat,” Bobby said. His arms were crossed over his chest, but he appeared to be hugging himself more than anything else. A strand of his black hair fell into his eyes, and he pushed it back, walking over to the island to inspect what we were doing.

“I thought you might be hungry,” I mumbled, playing absently with the rag I had used to clean up my blood. Milo had taken over chopping up the fruit, and he glanced back at me with a look of surprise.

“Thanks,” Bobby said sheepishly and blushed lightly. Everyone clearly assumed that I hated Bobby, and they weren’t that far off base, but I did like distractions. I thought about pointing that out, but it would probably just hurt his feelings, so I let it go.

“Milo always used to cook for me when I got home,” I explained lamely.

Tucking a hair behind my ears, I caught Jack looking approvingly at me. He had realized that the whole snack thing was about busy work, not Bobby, and he was glad that I was throwing Bobby a little bone.

So Jack liked Bobby, which for some reason, made me angry with Jack again, so I sighed and leaned back against the kitchen counter.

“Milo is a very good cook,” Bobby smiled broadly at me before looking adoringly at my brother.

“He was gonna be a chef,” I said, twirling the rag around my nonexistent wound.

“I still can be,” Milo cast me a look. “I’m not dead.” Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that sentiment, and Milo rolled his eyes again. “I have lots of time to become whatever I want.”

He had finished cutting up the fruit, and he went over to the cupboard to get out a large serving platter. Once he brought it back to the island, he started arranging the fruit perfectly all over it. Bobby smiled appreciatively at him and started delicately picking grapes, afraid of disturbing the masterpiece that Milo had created.

Suddenly, the bedroom door to Mae and Ezra’s room slammed loudly. I could hear quick footsteps, and Mae repeatedly saying the word no. When she appeared in the kitchen, she looked more haggard than I had ever seen her before. Her cheeks and eyes were red from crying, and her honey curls were pulled back in a very messy bun. Tissue was wadded up tightly in her hand, and she was all but glaring at us. Ezra followed close behind her, looking much better than he had the last few days. He didn’t appear nearly as upset as Mae, but his expression was grim. He watched her more than he looked at us, and when he reached out for her, she pulled away from him.

“Where have you been?” Mae demanded, her warm voice more shrill than I had ever heard it before.

Bobby had been in the middle of chewing, but he gulped the rest of it down whole and moved closer to Milo, so he could protect him from Mae. That would’ve sounded ridiculous to me, too, if I hadn’t seen how frantic she looked.

“Why? D-did something happen?” Jack asked carefully.

“Just answer the damn question!” Mae shouted, making us all jump. Her hands were balled up at her sides, and stray curls were sticking to hear tear stained cheeks. “You think you all can just come and go as you please! This isn’t a hotel! We are a family and this is our home! You can at least have the common courtesy to tell me where you are! You know I worry about you all!”

“Sorry?” I apologized uncertainly. I looked to Ezra for help, but he was too busy watching her to give us any hint about what the hell was going on.

“Yeah, we’re really sorry,” Milo chimed in, more sincerely than I did.

“We didn’t mean to not tell you,” Jack elaborated. “We just left in kind of a hurry, I guess.”

“Where did you go that was so important you couldn’t let me know?” Mae had fixed her gaze on Jack because he had offered the most up, and he tried to shrink back from it, wrapping his arms over his chest. He shift uneasily and glanced at me, but I shook my head. I didn’t want any part of her hysteria.

“We just, uh, went to the club to look-” He’d barely gotten out the word “club” before her eyes widened and she cut him off.

“The club? Not the vampire club? None of you would be that stupid to do something as risky and dangerous as that without even letting me know?” Mae was completely aghast, and Jack looked at his feet, so she turned the rest of us, who mirrored his posture. “After everything that has happened to you there! Why would you even consider that? Alice can barely handle herself at home, let alone in a crowd, and Milo, you know what happens to humans you bring there! What are you thinking? Do you all have a death wish? Just because you can live forever doesn’t mean you will!”

“We were going there after Jane,” I offered quietly, hoping to appease her some.

“If you all want to die, I can’t save you!” Mae ignored me and threw her hands up in the air.

“I can’t save you! I can’t save anybody! You would think that when everyone you loved was immortal, you wouldn’t have anything to worry about!” A fresh tear slid down her cheek, and I wanted to hug her or comfort her in someway, but I didn’t know how. I was afraid that anything I did would just set her off more, and I didn’t even really know what was wrong.

“We’re really, really sorry,” Milo repeated emphatically.

“I can’t save anybody!” Mae wailed, her voice cracking painfully.

“Mae,” Ezra whispered gently. She had started sobbing, doubling over and holding her sides.

He reached out for her, wrapping his arms firmly around her and trying to hold her up. “Mae, love, it’s all right.”

“It is not all right!” Mae tried pushing him away, but he held steadfast onto her. “You know it’s not all right! This is not how it’s supposed to be!” She was crying harder, her words lost completely in her tears, so she turned and buried her face in his chest. She had given up on fighting him, and just collapsed against Ezra.

They stood that way for a minute, Mae crying into him as he murmured words of comfort in her hair.

The rest of us just stared at them, unsure of what was happening or what we should do. I turned to Jack, but he was just as clueless as I was. Bobby was still cowering behind Milo, and neither of them were any help. The dog licked at Jack’s hand, but he just pushed her away. We weren’t really sure if we should leave or stay there or speak or what, so we just stared.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” I began carefully when Mae seemed to be a little more composed.

I twisted nervously at the rag and glanced back at Jack, who nodded encouragingly at me. Most likely, he was just relieved that I was putting myself out there instead of him. Getting the end of Mae’s wrath was awfully unpleasant. “But, um, what is going on?”

“Mae went to visit her family, her human family,” Ezra explained quietly. Even though his words were meant to soothing, for Mae, I could hear the hint of disapproval in them. He didn’t think that Mae should have anything to do with the humans she had left behind when she turned, but she insisted on driving out to check on them, although she never interacted with them. “Tonight, she found that her greatgranddaughter is terminally ill, and she only has a matter of months to live.” Mae’s body shook with sobs, and he held her more tightly to him. Just hearing him say it aloud devastated her.

Mae had been twenty-eight when she turned, leaving behind a young daughter. Her change had not been by choice, and she had to leave a family that meant everything to her. As a result, she had been forced to watch her daughter grow up from a distance, and then her granddaughter, and now her great-grandchildren.

Ezra had tolerated her fondness for them because he loved her so much, but he had given her a deadline.

They were going to have to move away from them soon, because she couldn’t spend her entire existence watching her future generations getting old and dying. Thankfully, her daughter was still alive, as was the rest of her extended family. The only one that had died had been Mae’s husband, and she had been very upset over that.

The hardest part for Mae was that she had had an infant son that died, several years before her daughter was born. It had almost killed her, and Mae swore that she would never outlive any of her other children. Unfortunately, she had become immortal, so she would have no choice. But nothing could’ve prepared her for losing her five-year-old great-granddaughter. I doubt she could even wrap her mind around losing her daughter, let alone a child. This had to be some of the most devastating news Mae had ever gotten.

“Mae, I am so sorry.” I went to her, and she pulled away from Ezra just enough so she could hug me.

As much as she loved him, at that moment, she wanted a child, and I had become a surrogate daughter for her. She held onto me so tightly it was painful, but I said nothing. I just let her hug me and cry onto my shoulder.

Eventually, she calmed down and apologized for her behavior. By then, Milo and Bobby had snuck up to their room, much to my annoyance. Ezra stayed by her side, in case she might need her, but Jack had ventured into the backyard with Matilda to give us a bit more privacy. When Mae could speak clearly, she explained that Daisy, her great-granddaughter, had been looking under the weather the last few months, but it wasn’t until tonight that she was able to overhear them talking and found out exactly what was going on.

That, on top of nearly losing Ezra, Peter, and me, left her feeling incredibly frantic and desperate tonight.

Ezra was convinced that rest was the best solution to her current state, and he was starting look rather drained himself. It probably didn’t help that he was already in a weakened condition from everything that had happened in Finland. He helped Mae back down to their room, looking apologetically back at me as he did.

He cared about her very much and he did not want to see her in pain, but he was still pissed off that she had any contact with them. Nothing good could come from keeping humans in your life.

I thought of Jane at the club, and Bobby upstairs with my brother, and shook my head.

Eventually, everyone would die, except for us, and I could never tell if that was comforting or terrifying.

Jack was outside, wrestling in the fallen leaves and frost with Matilda. The moon was fat but thin clouds hazed over it. I stepped out the French doors, relishing the feel of the chill in the air.

Breathing in deeply, I tried to the freshness from the outdoors cleanse from everything else that had happened. All of Mae’s tears and fears, and all the horrible images of Jane in the darkened rooms of V.

“Hey,” Jack grinned at me when he saw me, and got from a pile of leaves he and the dog had been demolishing. Matilda had twigs and leaves imbedded in her fur, and she loped around the lawn carrying a big stick in her mouth. Jack ran a hand through his hair, freeing a few leaves himself and walked over to me.

“How are you holding up?”

“Great.” I was exaggerating, but I did feel a lot better being outside.

“You sure?” Jack looked at me seriously, and I picked at some of the foliage that clung to his tee shirt.

His bare arms were dirty and cold from the ground, but I doubt he even noticed.

“Yeah. Mae is the one having the rough night, not me,” I said.

“How is she?” Jack looked past me at the house, worrying about her.

“I really don’t know,” I admitted. “Ezra took her back to their room to get some rest, but…” I trailed off and shrugged. It was hard to say how she would hold up against this. Nothing in the world was more important to Mae than family.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t help Jane more,” Jack said softly, returning his concerned look back to me.

“Me too, but you’re right. She has to want to help herself, and she’ll probably never want to,” I sighed and rubbed at my arms, even though they weren’t really cold.

“You’ve had a really long night. You should probably get some rest, too,” Jack nodded at the house.

“That is true.” It fairly early for me to go to bed, but I hadn’t really felt completely rested since before I went on the trip to rescue Peter. I yawned loudly and thought longingly about curling up in bed.

“Do you want any company?” Jack asked, wagging his eyebrows.

“You know I do,” I chewed my lip. I always wanted Jack in bed with me, especially after we had started earlier, but my heart wasn’t really in it just then. “But we probably shouldn’t, not with Mae so worried that we’re all gonna die. And this morning I did almost rip Bobby’s head off just because I could smell his blood. I’m probably not in control enough to handle what you would do to me.”

“That is true,” Jack smiled a little sadly. “You can go in and go ahead to bed. I might come up in a bit to grab some clothes, but I gotta get the dog cleaned up before I can take a shower and crash on the couch.”

“I feel so bad about kicking you out of your own bed,” I said for probably the millionth time since I had moved into his room.

“Hey, I’m nothing if not a gentlemen, and I couldn’t sleep knowing you weren’t absolutely comfortable,” Jack grinned. I was about to protest further, but he leaned down and kissed me gently. His lips were cool from the night, but the kiss was brief, stopping it before I could really get into it.

Still, my skin felt warm and flushed when he straightened up. “Go on and get to bet. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I nodded, and then almost reluctantly, I turned to walk back into the house. Matilda chased after me, planning into sneak into the house with me, but Jack stopped her. Her big white paws were covered in cold mud from running around by the lake, and her fur was of dirty debris from rolling around. I don’t know what Jack’s plan was for getting her clean before they went into the house, but I left him outside running around with the dog. I watched them for a minute before heading up to his room. Matilda leapt happily over piles of leaves, and Jack charged after her, laughing and egging her on. He was dirty and his clothes were getting ruined, but he didn’t notice at all because he was having too much fun with his dog. It was weird how things like that could make me love him so much. My heart swelled at the sight of him, and I turned to go upstairs before I changed my mind about inviting him to go with me.

Chapter 13

In the middle of a horrible dream about crocodiles chasing kittens, Jack came in and gave me a kiss. I stirred a little in bed and invited him to join, but he declined for reasons that remain a mystery. I’m sure he told me, but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, I was asleep again, but thankfully, I managed to save all the kittens from the crocodiles. When I did finally wake up for good, I realized dourly that one of the things that Jack had said to me had been goodbye. Not “good night,” not “see you in the morning,” but

“goodbye,” which had way too much finality in it for my taste.

I dashed out of bed, hoping that it had all been some mutation of my dream about Jack, but I had no such luck. I raced downstairs to find the den, a.k.a. Jack’s current sleeping quarters, deserted, with all his blankets folded up neatly, and Jack never folded up blankets or made his bed. I thought about checking in with Mae, but I didn’t want to disturb her, even though I was certain she would know. That left me hurrying back upstairs to check with Peter on the off-chance he knew something, and by then, I had Matilda trailing after me, another sure fire sign that Jack was gone. Unfortunately, Peter was gone, too, but I wasn’t even sure if he’d come home yesterday or where he might’ve run off to.

In truth, I’d known Jack was gone the second I opened my eyes, and I didn’t him telling me goodbye while I was asleep to know that. I could always feel when he wasn’t around me, like the thread between us got pulled painfully thin. I couldn’t tell exactly where he was at or anything; I just knew that it wasn’t close by, and it left me feeling irritated and crabby.

Before knocking on my brother’s bedroom door, I listened carefully. After hearing what they had been up to yesterday, I wasn’t eager to walk in on them in the middle of something. From the sound of it, they were both in there, and Milo was still asleep. It wasn’t even six o’clock at night, and in vampire time, that’s pretty damn early. Usually, I’m not up before eight pm, ever.

“Milo?” I knocked cautiously, but still didn’t dare open the door. This was weird considering Milo and I usually just burst into each other rooms. We had never any reason for propriety before this Bobby character had come into our lives.

I was about to knock again when Bobby opened the bedroom door. He was wearing pajama bottoms and nothing else, revealing his heavily tattooed upper torso. Something in Latin was scrawled across his chest, and there was ivy winding about just above his pubic area, not to mention about a million others that I didn’t have a chance to study. He hadn’t had a chance to flat iron his dark hair, so it stood up in a crazy mess, but he looked to have been awake for awhile.

“He’s still asleep,” Bobby whispered, then slowly crept out of the room, closing the bedroom quietly behind him so we wouldn’t disturb Milo. Matilda shoved her nose into his pants, sniffing him loudly and wagging her tail. Her white fur was fluffy and completely spotless, so Jack had time to get her cleaned up before disappearing. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Uh, maybe, I guess,” I said unsurely. He had crossed his arms over his chest, trying to protect his bare skin from the chill of the house, and I wondered why he hadn’t just put on a shirt. “Do you know where Jack is?”

“Kind of, actually,” Bobby nodded, looking pleased to be able to help. “They had some emergency business thing. I didn’t understand exactly what happened, but the stocks were going crazy and they had to go fix it. Ezra and Jack left a few hours ago, and I think Peter was already on his way there.

They should only be there for a day or two. Ezra didn’t really want to leave Mae for that long.”

“Oh.” I just kind of stared at him, unable to comprehend why he knew so much more about everyone’s whereabouts than I did. Since I was just standing there, he kept standing there, but he was looking increasingly uncomfortable. “How do you know all this stuff?”

“Oh, cause I have insomnia,” Bobby smiled a little. “It kinda works out having a vampire fora boyfriend, but he still sleeps, and I don’t.” He shrugged at the humor in it, but I wasn’t sure if I found anything about him fun or charming.

“I see,” I said.

Matilda had finally decided that neither of us were Jack nor were we suitable replacements, so she wandered lazily down the hall. I watched her walk away, then went back to staring awkwardly at Milo’s halfnaked boyfriend. He smelled delicious, but I didn’t really want to eat him, so I counted that as a good sign, but otherwise, I didn’t really like him. Still, I didn’t really want to go back to my room just yet either.

“So, are you up for the day?” Bobby asked, and I could tell he was coming to a similar conclusion as me. Sitting in bed all day while Milo slept probably wasn’t all that thrilling for him either.

“Yeah, I think so,” I nodded.

“Cool. Let me just get a shirt,” Bobby said, as if I had invited him to do something. Just the same, I nodded and waited for him, like I thought I had invited him to do something too.

Bobby disappeared briefly into the room before coming out with a slim-fitting zippered hoodie hanging open. I had tried to peer around him to see what Milo’s bedroom looked like now that he was sharing it with someone else, but Bobby had barely opened the door more than a crack. I’m not sure if he was trying to hide something, or he was just trying to respect Milo’s sleep, but either way, I decided that I didn’t trust him.

“I was gonna get something to eat,” Bobby explained, zipping up his hoodie. He didn’t do it all the way to the top, but from what I could tell about his penchant for low V-neck shirts, he was a big fan of showing off his chest tattoos. Not that I blamed him really. Bobby was actually very attractive. If I was still human and didn’t have Jack and didn’t know that he was shagging my brother, I’d probably be tripping all over myself to get with him.

“I wasn’t, but that’s probably better for you.” I was kind of joking, but I was also trying to sound kind of threatening. Just as a reminder that if he hurt me brother, I could totally kill him. Not that Milo couldn’t take care of himself, and in reality, Bobby was the one with the higher risk for getting hurt.

“Right,” Bobby gave a small laugh and nodded his head, then started walking downstairs. I went with him, because really, I had nothing better to do. “So… do you ever miss food?”

“Not really,” I shrugged, following him into the kitchen. “It’s hard to explain. Like, I remember the way some food tasted, and I kind of crave it. But then when I think about eating it, I feel nauseous. Besides that, blood tastes a million times better than any food ever could.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Bobby crinkled his nose at the thought of drinking blood, which I found distasteful. I knew he let Milo drink his blood, and he enjoyed it. It seemed kind of hypocritical.

“Whatever,” I muttered. I pulled a stool up to the kitchen island and sat down while he rummaged around in the fridge.

“I have always been very partial a bagel with cream cheese.” He got said foods out of the fridge and popped the bagel in a toaster. “I don’t think I could ever it up, so I guess being a vampire is out for me.”

“Alright.” I didn’t really know to respond to that. He was trying to make a joke, I’m sure, but it sounded like a stupid thing to be a deal breaker for immortality, especially considering that eternity would be with my brother.

Bobby leaned against the counter, waiting for the bagel to pop up, and he said nothing else.

An uncomfortable silence settled over us, and I was thinking that my day would be much better spent watching the newest season of Dexter on DVD in Jack’s room. I had been slowly but surely working my way through the whole series since Jack constantly raved about it, and I was trying to find a polite way to escape to that.

“So… you don’t really like me,” Bobby stated after his bagel popped up. He was spreading cream cheese thick all over it and wasn’t looking at me. I thought about disagreeing with him, but then I just decided to wait and see if he said more. “I don’t blame you.”

“Why? You got low self-esteem?” I replied flippantly.

“Kinda, but that’s not what I meant.” He took a big bite of his bagel then turned to face me, settling his dark eyes on me until I started shift uneasily. He chewed and swallowed his bite before continuing. “I get it. Milo is your little brother, and he’s pretty young and inexperienced. And I’m older, and I do kinda have that bad boy vibe, even though I am clearly not a bad boy.” With the tattoos and dark features, Bobby did have a rebel without a cause thing going on, but after the way I had seen him cowering around Milo in the club last night, I could say with completely certainty that Bobby was not a bad boy in any real sense of the word.

“Those things are true,” I allowed carefully. I wasn’t really sure he was getting at yet.

“And even though I am the weaker of the species, I am human, which is dangerous in a way to vampires,” Bobby admitted before taking another bite of the bagel. When he chewed, he stared thoughtfully at the floor. “I mean, he’s stronger and more powerful than I am, but I complicate things for him in a lot of different ways, and I know that.”

“If you know that then why are you with him?” I asked, not unkindly.

“That’s a good question.” It was such a good question that Bobby had to finish the entire bagel so he could think it over. Finally, he swallowed the last bite and leaned back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t want to tell you.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” I warned him icily.

“No, it’s not…” He shook his head. “You’ll think I’m lying, and I don’t have any real way to prove anything to you. Or you’ll think I’m just under the spell, that one that vampires put humans under, and it’s not that either.” My stomach started twisting because I knew what he was getting at, and it didn’t sit all that well with me. “I love him. Okay? It sounds cheesy and like an easy excuse and everything… but I don’t care. We’re in love, and that’s not something I’m willing to just throw away.”

“He’s fifteen! What does he know about love?” I don’t know why my go-to argument was the same as Romeo and Juliet’s parents, but that was the first one that came off the top of my head.

Bobby looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and it was his turn to think that I was hypocrite. “Okay, yeah, I get that I’m not much older than him, but…” I was just about to say that they hadn’t known each other that long, but that argument had applied to my situation with Jack before. I sighed and tried to think of something to counter with that I hadn’t already done myself.

“You understand where we’re coming from,” Bobby said with a wry smile, and I shook my head, unwilling to admit defeat. “The situation is difficult, but the heart wants what it wants.”

“What a stupid thing to say,” I scoffed. “My stomach wants what it wants, too, but you don’t see me ripping out your throat to get it.” Bobby shrugged, unfazed by my veiled threat, and I wasn’t sure if it made me hate him more or less. “What is that about, anyway?”

“What?” Bobby looked up at me.

“You’re like twenty-one, and people call you Bobby. Isn’t that a little boy name?” I wrinkled my nose, and he laughed.

“People called Robert Kennedy ‘Bobby’ his entire life,” Bobby offered.

“And look at how well that turned out for him,” I countered, referring to his untimely assignation, and Bobby smiled brightly at me.

“Maybe. But my name actually is ‘Bobby,’ not ‘Robert’ or ‘Bob’ or anything,” Bobby shrugged. “So it’s just what I go by, since it is legally my name.”

“Was your mother like a hippie or something like that?” I asked.

“Something like that,” Bobby ran a hand through his hair and exhaled deeply.

“Okay, so fine, you and my brother are crazy in love,” I said, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth just playing devil’s advocate. “Let’s say that I buy that. How did you two meet? And how did you come to know our particular lifestyle?” Lifestyle wasn’t exactly the right word, because it implied that there was a choice in this. I had chosen to become a vampire, but I could never choose not to be one, not unless I died. Even then, I’d just be a dead vampire.

“Um… well…” Bobby laughed dryly and fidgeted with the zipper on his hoodie.

“Obviously, I am gay. So I used to frequent the gay clubs, especially right after I turned 18, and I was really out of the closet. I wasn’t a slut, exactly, but I wasn’t… not a slut, either. One of the gentlemen I was pursuing turned out to be a vampire. We ‘dated’ for awhile, but I’m using the term really loosely. Basically, we would just fool around, and he’d bite me. But it took some time before I figured out what was going on. I mean, even after I realized that he was physically biting me, it was still a hard concept to buy that he was a vampire.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I said. The supernatural could be a very hard pill to swallow.

Sometimes, I still found it hard to believe in vampires, and I was one.

“And I was never a bloodwhore. Not like your friend Jane, no offense.” He looked apologetically at me, but I just shrugged it off. She was a whore, so there was nothing for me to be offended about. “I was curious, though, and I did like the way it felt, being bitten.” His expression got wistful, no doubt thinking of the amazing way it felt to be bitten. Then he cleared his head and looked at me. “You’ve been bitten, right?”

“Only twice.” It didn’t sound like enough at all. I should be biting and being bitten all the time. Sure, I had the rest of eternity for that kind of thing, but I was ready for the rest of eternity to start right now.

“It’s pretty wonderful,” Bobby smiled. “But you know, it’s even better when you’re in love.

All their feelings rush over you, and if the guy biting you is a douche bag, it can feel pretty dirty and terrible, even when it feels so good.” That was exactly why Ezra had been in such horrible shape in Finland, but I wasn’t eager to think of that, so I nodded for Bobby to continue. “Anyway, I started hanging out around V, looking for vampires and what not, and then I met Milo. It was like love at first sight.” He looked at the ground. “That sounds like a line, but it’s true.”

“So you just saw him, and that was it?” I shook my head.

“Pretty much. He didn’t even ask me to dance. He just walked over to me and we started dancing, and kissing, and talking, and we’ve been together ever since.” Bobby smiled wider, looking simultaneously proud and embarrassed. “Milo’s a pretty great guy.”

Bobby nervously ran his hands through his hair, trying to smooth out his side bangs. His dark eyes had that weird wistful quality to him and his cheeks were reddening lightly, so I knew he was thinking about Milo. I didn’t doubt that he really did care about my brother, but I just couldn’t seem to like him. Well, that wasn’t even it exactly. I actually did kind of like Bobby, or I was starting to at least. I studied him closely, trying to figure out what about him was really bothering me. Was it just that he was Milo’s boyfriend and I wouldn’t like anybody he dated?

That’s when it finally dawned on me. I didn’t like Bobby because I didn’t like him. My first reaction to him had been suspicion and dislike. That had just been because I was surprised, and he was human, and I was protective of Milo. They were perfectly reasonable given the situation, but I shouldn’t have been able to feel that way. Not if Milo and Bobby were really supposed to be together, the way my blood had been meant for Peter, and Mae’s for Ezra.

Given my current situation, I was probably a little quick to judge Bobby’s claims about love at first, even though now I was positive that that wasn’t exactly true. Milo was pretty damn enchanting, the way all vampires were, and on top of that, he was a really caring, smart, decent guy, too. So I didn’t doubt that Bobby was in love with him, but it was nothing more than that. It was the incredibly bond that vampires felt in their blood, sealing them to a mate for the rest of their existence.

The reason everything had gotten so complicated with Jack and Peter was because of how fluid the bond is. Jack, Peter, and Ezra, and now Milo and I, were held together a similar blood bond.

Milo and I were especially bonded because we were siblings in real life as well as in vampires. That meant that whoever he was bonded too, I should feel a great affinity for. It would be almost impossible for me to hate who he was meant for, and yet, I had instantly disliked Bobby.

Admittedly, I understood the transference in all of this. I had broken my bond with Peter, and I knew that love could be stronger than blood or immortality. But that probably wasn’t the case with Bobby. He was just a nice guy that Milo would be into for awhile, but not forever. I suddenly felt sorry for Bobby, because undoubtedly, Milo would break his heart. Not the other way around.

“And you don’t have to worry about us,” Bobby was saying, drawing me from my thoughts.

He had tired of trying to straighten out his hair and flipped up the hood of his sweater. I hadn’t really been listening to what he was saying, so I just stared at him, hoping he would elaborate. “I mean, Milo more so, I guess. He’s not like that guys Jane was with, and I’m not like her, either. That’s not our thing.”

“No, I get that,” I nodded. Maybe at first the idea had crossed my mind, but it very quickly became clear to me that there was nothing parasitic about their relationship.

“I understand the appeal of her lifestyle. It’s something that you can fall into pretty easily.”

Bobby twisted the drawstring to his hood around and looked at the ground. I had a feeling that despite all his protests, it was a lifestyle that Bobby had come precariously close to getting into, and when things ended with Milo, there was an even greater chance that that’s how he would end up. Thanks to Milo, he’d been even more hooked on the feel of being bitten.

“So, you know what its like, probably better than anyone in the house.” I leaned across the island, looking at him more intently. “You get where Jane is coming from. If the situation were reversed, if you were a bloodwhore, what could somebody say to get you to stop?”

“That’s a good question.” Bobby exhaled and stared off, thinking. “I don’t know really. As long as it still feels good, it’s a pretty hard thing to convince somebody to stop. I think it has to start hurting her, and then you have to keep reminding her how much it hurts.”

“How does it hurt her?” I wrinkled my nose. “I know that it’s killing her, but she’s unaware of that.

Like, any time she feels like crap, she just gets bit, and then feels better, right?”

“Not exactly,” Bobby shook his head. “Immediately after, you feel really good. But shortly after that is when you feel the worst. The loss of blood really damages your body, and you start to feel what it’s going through. And then you also have the residuals of the vampire you’re with, and if your friend is picking up random John’s at the club, they’re probably mostly dicks. Meaning she’s left with none of the euphoria but all of their emotions and how they feel about you, which is usually pretty shitty. It’s after that, after the bad feelings fade and you get your strength back, that’s when you go back to the club. You forget how bad they made you feel, how incredibly weak you were, and for some reason, all you can remember is the pleasure of the bite.”

“Huh.” I eyed him suspiciously, and he noticed, so he shrugged sheepishly. “Not that your information hasn’t been helpful, but I’m starting to think you picked up a lot more vampires than you let on.”

“It’s different with Milo,” Bobby insisted with a wounded look in his eyes. “Honest. You don’t have to believe me, but it’s more than that. Than just biting and fooling around. So… Please don’t tell him, okay?

He knows that he’s not the first vampire I was with, but he doesn’t know how many were before him. And I don’t want him to know. I don’t want him to think that’s what this is about, because it’s not.”

“I won’t tell him unless I think it’s relevant. So just don’t make it relevant,” I allowed, staring at him evenly. He nodded, realizing that was about the most he could get from me.

“This is a pretty awesome place,” Bobby said randomly, changing the subject. He had moved onto making coffee, and the coffee maker looked brand new. Mae had probably bought it especially for him, so he must not be all bad if she approved of him. “And Mae is amazing. How is she doing today?”

“I haven’t seen her.” I glanced back over my shoulder towards her room, and I tried to listen for the sound of her over the coffee pot gurgling, but I couldn’t hear anything. “Have you?”

“No, but if Ezra left, I didn’t think it would be that bad,” Bobby said.

The kitchen smelled completely of coffee, and I felt an odd pang of knowing I couldn’t drink any. I had never really liked coffee, but I loved the smell of it, and it was weird knowing that I couldn’t drink it. My stomach gave me a sharp pain, reminding me that I didn’t want any of that anyway. Bobby suddenly seemed to smell stronger, and I pushed it back. This was just my body’s attempts to convince me I was hungry, but I shouldn’t be yet, and even if I was, I had to learn to get control of my hunger instead of letting it control me.

“You okay?” Bobby looked at me with concern.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I shook my head to clear it. “I think I’m just gonna get a shower.

But, um, it was nice talking to you, and I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, alright,” Bobby said, but he still looked worried. He was definitely a good match for Milo.

When I went upstairs, Matilda started following me again. For some reason, she assumed that every time I went anywhere, Jack would be there waiting. Maybe I spent too much time with him, although lately, it wasn’t really feeling like I spent any time with him. I had just gotten back from a trip, and then he left again. In his room, with all his things, my heart throbbed at the thought of him. Matilda jumped on his bed, covering his blankets with her white fur, and sniffing about, as if he was hidden amongst them.

I sighed and started rummaging around my room for something to change into. In all honesty, I wouldn’t mind a shower, but I didn’t really feel like going through all the trouble of getting ready. What was the point? I’d most likely spend the day watching TV or reading or something. Nothing worth getting gussied up for. Maybe if I was lucky, I could get Milo and Bobby to hang out with me, if they weren’t too busy with each other.

That was another thing. What kind of cruel world was it where my little brother got to have sex and mess around with his boyfriend any time he wanted, and my boyfriend was stuck sleeping in the den every night? Sure, I was still sorely lacking in self-control, whereas Milo had always been a master of that, but come on! A girl has needs! While Jack was gone, I vowed to work on getting myself under control, so when he came back, we could move onto the next phase of our relationship. Namely, the really fun stuff.

Chapter 14

Instead of doing anything fun, I spent my time curled up in Mae’s bed with her. She was unnaturally quiet, so I mostly just sat in silence with her. Eventually, Milo came in her room later on, and that helped. He was always much better with people in crisis than I was, and for some reason, he was bonded incredibly close to her. I was starting to think that maybe he was her favorite, but that didn’t bother me so much, because I was Jack’s favorite, and that’s all that really mattered.

Bobby didn’t feel comfortable hanging out with Mae when she was like that, and that made sense. She was nearly inconsolable, and he hadn’t known her that long. I ended up making an escape once Milo had her sitting up. He put on Houseboat starring Raquel Welch on her TV, and that got her talking about her plans to buy a houseboat for the lake someday. Her cheeks were still puffy from crying, but I hadn’t seen a real tear in hours. And with Milo there, she had even hinted at a smile a few times.

That left me to further bond with Bobby. We played some war game on the Xbox, which I seriously sucked at, but he didn’t yell at me once. When I played with Jack, he could usually manage about twenty minutes of it before he was suggesting that sit out this turn and let Milo play instead. It was nice being tolerated and killing Nazi’s.

Before going to bed, I tried calling and texting Jane a few times. She didn’t answer or reply, but I hadn’t expected anything different. I’m pretty sure she was pissed at me, although I didn’t really know why.

Maybe she hated me for introducing her to vampires, or maybe she hated me for not introducing her sooner.

I don’t know. She was usually pretty easy to get a read on. Her life revolved around boys, clothes, and getting drunk or high or something. I hadn’t interfered with any of those things, so she didn’t have anything to hold against me.

Jack texted me letting me know he loved me and they’d be getting on a plane soon. I thought about staying up to wait for him, but then I figured that falling asleep would make the time go faster. I crawled in his bed and couldn’t wait for him to get home.

I felt him the instant he came in the house. My heart pounded with happiness, and I opened my eyes.

Jack was home, and he’d only been gone for a day, but it felt like much longer. Running my fingers through my hair, I jumped out of bed. I could’ve spent time trying to look better, but it was only two in the afternoon.

He couldn’t really expect much more from me, and I knew he’d actually be heading to bed pretty quickly himself.

As soon as I stepped out of my room, I heard them arguing. They weren’t shouting, but they weren’t doing anything to be quiet about it either. I still wanted to run down and greet Jack, but I decided that my time would be better spent at the top of the steps eavesdropping.

“Oh, come on, Jack!” Peter said, sounding frustrated. “I did not take your pillow!”

“You did too!” Jack insisted. “You were flirting with the stewardess and conned her into giving you the last pillow on the plane, which just happened to be mine!”

“Even if that is true, I didn’t know it was the last pillow! And she shouldn’t have given it to me if it was your pillow!” Peter countered.

“Or, maybe, just maybe, you could’ve given me that pillow when you realized what she had done,” Jack said. “Maybe she was a shitty stewardess, but you saw what happened! You could’ve done the right thing for once in your life!”

“Why? I wanted the pillow, and I had the pillow. It didn’t have your name on it. Why should I give it to you?” Peter argued. “Or are you the only one allowed to take things?”

“I didn’t take anything!” Jack snapped. “I had one blanket and no pillows. What exactly was there for me to take?”

“I don’t know, Jack. What in the world could you have possibly taken that didn’t belong to you?”

Peter replied icily, and I could hear both of their heartbeats speed up. Jack had gone from being annoyed to feeling threatened and defensive, but unfortunately, I had never been able to get a read on Peter’s emotions.

“Will the pair of you knock it off?” Ezra grumbled. From the sounds of it, they were somewhere near the bottom of the steps, in the kitchen maybe, but Ezra was walking past, going to his room.

“People are sleeping here, and I am so sick of hearing about the damn pillow.”

“It’s not about the damn pillow!” Peter growled.

“Why don’t you tell me what this is really about?” Jack asked, but he knew exactly what it was about. I was getting a hint myself, and it was making me nervous. I thought that after everything that had happened, they would finally be done fighting over me, but apparently, that was never ending.

“I know you two are having some kind of … scuffle, but so help me, if either one of you wake up Mae or disturb her anyway, you’ll be sorry. Do I make myself clear?” Ezra warned them.

There was silence, then I heard Ezra walking down the hall to his room. Jack and Peter waited until they heard his bedroom door shut before speaking.

“You’re an asshole,” Jack hissed when Ezra was gone.

“You’re the asshole!” Peter whispered fiercely.

“I just wanted a pillow!”

“I just wanted you to leave her alone!” Peter said more passionately than he had meant to, I’m sure.

The silence felt too thick, and my heart was barely beating, which was good, because I didn’t want them to know I was listening. I thought that maybe I should interrupt and stop them from whatever they might do, but they had to hash this out eventually. They hadn’t really spoken through everything that had transpired, and they had to have a lot of things bottled up.

“But I didn’t. Now what do you want me to do about it?” Jack tried to keep his voice calm, but there was a definite edge to it. “Is stealing my pillow really making it even?”

“God dammit, Jack! Will you shut up about the fucking pillow?” Peter sounded exasperated.

“What do you want me to do? What’s done is done! Now what do you want me to do?” Jack started shouting, but then remembered Ezra’s warning and quieted down. “Seriously. I don’t know what you expect me to do at this point. I can’t change what’s happened, and frankly, I don’t want to. So… that’s what it is.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” Peter sighed, sounding defeated. “Just never mind. Next time I’ll make sure you get a damn pillow on the plane.”

I had expected them to continue talking for longer, but I was wrong. Peter turned to climb the stairs, his bag slung of his shoulder, and I didn’t have a chance to escape somewhere and hide.

When he saw me, his expression was mostly blank, but his green eyes were hard. I smiled sheepishly at him, but he just exhaled and started coming up the stairs.

“Good morning, Alice,” Peter said more loudly than he needed to, letting Jack know that I had been spying on them. “You should’ve come down and said hello.”

“I just woke up,” I muttered lamely.

“Mmm, yes, I’m sure you did.” Peter started opening his bedroom door, but I stopped him.

“Peter, I’m really sorry,” I said, trying to apologize for more than just eavesdropping.

“You’re not the one that needs to apologize.” He looked at me for a minute, his eyes looking uncharacteristically vulnerable, then he glanced down the steps. The French doors off the kitchen suddenly slammed shut, as Jack went outside with the dog. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get some rest. It was a very long flight.”

“It sounds like it,” I attempted to make a joke, but he wasn’t into it. He just turned and went into his room, closing his bedroom door quietly behind him.

I sighed and went downstairs. Jack’s irritation was no longer just directed at Peter. Somehow me apologizing to him was a slight against Jack. I hated the idea that they were two teams, and I always had to pick one side or I’d be deemed an enemy to the other.

Jack had opened the shades over the French doors to step outside, and bright sunlight streamed in through them. I hadn’t slept very much to begin with, and just the sight of the sun made me want to curl up in bed again. Outside, Jack was trying to ignore his own fatigue. He stood on the stone patio, his hands shoved in his pockets, and watched Matilda root around the lawn for some long gone animal. It was wonderfully cold when I stepped out, contrasting with the warm fall day depicted out the window. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and I was already plotting to get Jack back in the house with me, where we could talk without me fighting to keep my eyes open.

“So it was a long flight?” I asked, wrapping my arms around me as I walked up to him.

“Yeah, but I’m sure Peter feels much better now that you apologized to him,” Jack grumbled.

“He deserves an apology!” I bristled.

“How can you even say that?” Jack whirled on me, his face contorted with pain and confusion, but mostly intense jealousy. “After everything you’ve been through-”

“We both know what happened! You don’t need rehash it every time I mention Peter’s name!” A cool breeze picked up, blowing my hair across my face, and I pushed it back behind my ears.

“This is just so ridiculous!” Jack shook his head. “Shit happened, stuff that I can’t apparently talk about, but it happened. And still, you wanted to go off and risk your life to rescue him, and I said fine. For some stupid reason, I let you go.”

“You don’t ‘let’ me do anything, and you know it!” I glared at him.

“Whatever. I didn’t protest. You said wanted to go, for… God why, Alice? Why would you want to do that? Why are you always defending him? He does not deserve any apology! He doesn’t even deserve to be alive! And you just bring him back here like nothing ever happened? And for that, I am supposed to apologize to him?” Jack looked at me incredulously. “That is so fucked up! I love you! Why do I need to tell him I’m sorry for that when I’m not?”

“Because he loved me too, and I wasn’t yours!” I shouted, and he flinched. He looked away from, squinting up at the sun, and I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say. Rubbing the back of his neck, he fell silent for a minute.

“I saw you first,” Jack mumbled.

“You cannot use that as an argument,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not the last piece of pizza. I’m a person, and I chose you. You have me. He doesn’t. Peter has nothing, and he’s your brother. And I know before all this, you cared about him, too. So now he lost me and you. And I’m not sorry that I love you, but I am sorry that he had to get hurt in the process. You know?”

“I know you’re right,” Jack said thickly. “But I can’t forgive him. Fighting for you, I understand.

Trying to kill me, I totally get that. But when he tried to kill you… I can’t ever forgive him for that, and I shouldn’t have to.”

“Jack…” I touched his arm gently, and his blue eyes were swimming when he looked at me.

I chewed my lip, trying to decide whether or not I should tell him. For some reason, I felt like I was breaking Peter’s confidence, but if it could get the two of them to stop hating each other, then maybe it was worth it. “Peter never tried to kill me.”

“I was there!” Jack was incredulous and irritated. “You can’t tell me that didn’t happen.”

“No, it did, but not exactly the way you think it did. When Peter bit me, he knew that you were in the house and that you were more in tune to my heartbeat than any other sound in the world.

You had fought before when you thought he was going to hurt me. He knew that you’d sooner hurt yourself than let something happen to me,” I explained quietly, and I saw realization on Jack’s face. His jaw slacked and there was something painfully frantic in his eyes, and he didn’t want to believe anything I was saying. “He was counting on you to rush in and save me, and he thought that you’d be too angry to let him live. Peter wasn’t trying to kill me; he was trying to kill himself.”

“No…” Jack shook his head and face completely fell. “No. That’s not… Because if he did that, that would mean he…”

The expression on Jack’s face was probably the same one I had when Peter told me that. He was looking at everything in a new light, realizing all the things that Peter did that had seemed cold and cruel, and how they were all really for me, and even Jack. Peter had been trying to let me go since the day he met because he thought I’d be happier without him, even though it pained him to see me with anybody else. That was something that even Jack hadn’t been able to do, and it was devastating for him to think about it that way.

Jack had never let himself believe that Peter loved me because he loved Peter. He respected him and never wanted to do anything that would go against him. Then I came into the picture, and the only way Jack could reconcile his own feelings for me was by assuming that Peter could never feel the same way. Peter could never love me like Jack did, and it was all just some kind of glitch with our blood. All this time, Jack had truly believed that he was the one that was meant to be with me, not Peter, and that had made all his actions and behavior okay. But if that weren’t the case. If Peter loved me as much as he did, if not more, then Jack suddenly became the villain in his story instead of the hero. He had stolen me from his brother.

“Jack, you know how much I love you.” I reached out for his hand, and he pulled it away from me.

He exhaled shakily, so I reached out for his hand again, and this time he let me take it. He wouldn’t look at me, so I moved so I was standing in front of him and looked up at him. “I really do love you, and this is the right choice. You are the only one I want, okay? And we didn’t do anything wrong, not really. I mean… I don’t know. What else were we supposed to do?”

“I don’t know,” Jack admitted quietly. He was still looking down so his eyes wouldn’t meet mine, and I gently touched his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I just…” I trailed off. He was so sad and heartbroken and guilty. I hated to see him this way. “I just wanted you to go easier on Peter. You two should be able to get along.”

“No, you’re right.” Jack exhaled shakily and tried to force a smile at me, but it barely even counted as a smile, so he let it go. “I will try. And I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t tell me that or that you had to protect me. I should be the one protecting you.”

“Stop. You haven’t done anything wrong,” I assured him, but he didn’t believe me at all. Not anymore. I wanted to stay with him all day, but the sun was really starting to get to me. It was this heavy sort of weakness that just barreled down on me like a wet blanket. “Why don’t you come inside with me?”

“No, I wanna stay out here just a little bit longer. The fresh air does me good, and Matilda’s still having fun,” Jack said. Matilda had actually sprawled out on the patio, basking in the sun for warmth, but I didn’t argue with him about it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked and I wished he would just look at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Jack nodded, but he was lying.

“I love you,” I whispered, hoping that would cheer him up somehow.

“I know, and I love you, too.” Without looking at me, he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and then stepped away from me. He had never kissed me so brusquely in all the time I had known him, and that was definitely not a good sign. “Mattie, come on! Where’s your ball?” Matilda jumped up to start searching for her slobbery tennis ball, and Jack walked over to her to help her find it.

I glared up at the sun before going back in the house. If it wasn’t for the god forsaken light,I would’ve gladly stayed out there with Jack and tried to sort all this out. But the sun was so draining, I felt like I might collapse as I walked back into the house. Instantly, the dark sanctuary of the kitchen brought relief, and I sighed. I had no idea if I had done the right thing, but I tended to believe that anything that made Jack that upset was probably bad.

I spent more of the afternoon pretending to sleep than actually sleeping. To fill the time, I texted Jane and tossed and turned a lot. I kept listening for Jack to come in the house, but there was nothing but silence.

Bobby got up to get a bite to eat, but everyone else was sound asleep. Except for Jack, who I had no idea where he was. Finally, I gave up on getting anymore rest and got out of bed. I texted him to ask where he was, but he didn’t answer. I was starting to think I was like a pariah that way nobody ever answered my calls or texts.

When Bobby walked by on his way to his room, he smelled overly delicious. My bedroom door was shut, and the scent of his hot blood wafted intensely in. It had been a few days since I ate, and vampires could go much, much longer that, but I had to get my hunger in control if I ever planned on being with Jack. So as hungry as Bobby made me, I swallowed at back and decided to clear my head with a nice long shower. I had just started gathering my clothes when I felt the warmth in my chest, meaning Jack was nearby, and a moment later I heard him bounding up the stairs.

“Hey.” Jack poked his head in, still hanging onto the bedroom door. “Are you up?”

“Yeah, I was just about to take a shower,” I held up my clothes for him to see. “Unless you wanted something?” I was tempted to ask him if he wanted to join me, but I could still smell Bobby next door, and it was making me a little crazy.

“No, go ahead and shower. But do you wanna watch a movie after?” Jack asked, and I thought that was incredibly odd. He seemed to be doing okay, not as feeling all that sad or guilty, although his heart was beating like it was nervous.

“Yeah, sure,” I shrugged. “Have you slept yet?” It was after six, and as far as I knew, he hadn’t gotten any sleep since he got back, and I’m not sure how much he got on the plane. He looked a little tired, but nothing extraordinary.

“Nah, I’m okay,” he shook his head. “I’ll talk to you after your shower then.”

“Uh, yeah, okay?”

With that, Jack left, shutting the bedroom door behind him. I stood there, holding my clothes in my arms, trying to figure out what was up his sleeve, and then I heard him knocking on the door across the hall.

He was getting more nervous, which made me nervous, so I decided to wait to see how this turned out before I hopped in the shower.

“Yeah?” Peter answered his bedroom door sounding crabby, but that was Peter.

“I went to the video store and I, uh, rented Brideshead Revisted. I know you really like it, and I thought you might want to watch it with us. Me and Alice, I mean,” Jack stammered.

“Um… sure.” Peter sounded taken back, and honestly, so was I.

“Alice’s taking a shower, so it’ll be a little bit,” Jack said, feeling more relieved now that Peter said yes.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” There was kind of an awkward silence, and then Jack must’ve finally excused himself because Peter shut his door, and then I heard Jack running back down the stairs.

Chapter 15

In the shower, I have tendency to sing very loudly (today it was the theme to Golden Girls), but even over the sound of my voice and the water running, I could still hear Mae screaming. This would later prove to be a godsend, when Peter explained to me that Brideshead Revisited is an eleven-hour long period piece that originally aired on the BBC in the 1980’s. At the time, however, Mae’s desperate pleas were enough to scare the hell out of me.

Somewhere, I knew that we had bathrobes, but Jack and I were in charge of keeping in our bathroom clean, so it was a total disarray. Maybe buried underneath piles of damp towels, there might be a robe, but I didn’t want to dig around for one. Once I got out of the shower, I could hear well enough to ascertain that Mae wasn’t in immediate danger, and Ezra was trying to calm her and reason with her. Still, something was the matter and I didn’t like it. Hastily, I threw on a pair of my sweats and one of Jack’s oversized tee shirts, and hurried out the door.

“I wouldn’t go down there if I were you.” That was Bobby’s word of advice. He was standing just outside of Milo’s door with a hoodie wrapped tightly around him. “It doesn’t sound pretty.”

“You aren’t bloody listening to me, Ezra! You never listen to me!” Mae shouted, sounding exasperated and angry.

“What’s going on?” I asked quietly, hoping to gain some insight on the situation before diving into it.

“I don’t really know. Milo and Jack left on a blood run about fifteen minutes ago, and then they just started fighting a few minutes after that,” Bobby shrugged. A blood run meant that we were getting low on bag blood at the house, and they had gone to get some from a blood bank. My stomach grumbled at just the thought of blood, but Mae was yelling so much, I easily ignored it.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! I am not going to calm down!” Mae continued after Ezra mistakenly suggested she relax a bit. “I don’t need to be reasonable! This isn’t something that we should be reasonable about! This is life and death, Ezra!”

“I know that, Mae! That’s exactly why we need to think about this!” Ezra raised his voice, but there was nothing angry about it. He was just trying to be heard over her. “But everyone else in the house doesn’t need to hear us yelling about this.”

“I don’t care how who hears anything!” Mae retorted, followed quickly the sound of something glass smashing, like a vase or a glass. Matilda barked in response and Mae snapped at her to shut up.

“See?” Bobby whispered meekly, but the things that made him cower were exactly the reasons I felt like I had to intervene. Peter was still in his room, trying to sleep from the slow sound of his heart beat, so that left me as the only one here that could help out.

I walked carefully down the stairs, not entirely sure what I might walk into. Matilda stood at the edge of the living room, looking as worried as a dog can look. Mae was standing to one side of the living room, and she was even worse than she was yesterday. Her hair was a frizzy mess, and her skin was blotchy from yelling and crying so much. She hadn’t changed her pajamas in days, and I’m not sure the last time she had eaten, but she looked even paler than normal. On the floor front of her, glass was shattered all over floor. There had been a heavy glass statue of a swan on the mantle, and she would’ve had to thrown it very hard to make it shatter like that. Luckily, nobody was hurt by the flying chunks of thick glass.

“You’ve woken Alice,” Ezra told Mae, almost tiredly. He was standing on the far side of the room across from her, wearing silk pajama pants and a tee shirt. Apparently, they had started fighting immediately after waking up. It was still fairly early, so they had actually probably just woken up.

“No, I was awake. I just got of the shower.” I tugged at my hair to demonstrate. It was dripping wet down my back since I hadn’t had a chance to dry it after lunging out of the shower to see what all the fuss was about.

“I don’t care if I wake her! I don’t care if I wake anybody!” Mae shrieked, raising her head to the ceiling so she could wake anybody else that might be sleeping. I had never seen Mae have any kind of disregard for anybody before, and I couldn’t imagine what we had all done to upset her so much.

“Will you knock it off? This isn’t about them. This isn’t their fault,” Ezra told her firmly.

“How is not about them?” Mae looked completely appalled and pointed at me, but she refused to look at me. I was starting to think that maybe Bobby had been right, and I should’ve stayed hidden upstairs. “This is completely about them! They’re why you won’t do this!”

“No, that’s not true. They have no bearing on this,” Ezra shook his head.

“Bloody hell they don’t! They have everything to do with it! You wouldn’t even turn Alice because her brother had just turned, and I know you wanted her to turn!” Mae gave him a knowing look that I didn’t understand, and he shook his head. “Don’t be so damn condescending with me, Ezra! I know you! And I know that you turned her brother for her! So why won’t you do this for me?”

“This is entirely different situation, and I won’t do this. I won’t let you do it. Absolutely not.” He was quiet, but his voice was so firm and finite. I would never be brave enough to challenge Ezra when he spoke like that.

“Dammit, Ezra!” Mae wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You can’t deny me this!

You have no right! No right!”

“I cannot allow this, Mae, and I am sorry.” He pursed his lips tightly, but didn’t budge. Mae looked like she was about ready to collapse, but he made no move towards her. I wanted to help her, but I was afraid of how she might react to me, and if wasn’t going to tend to her, then I didn’t think that I should either.

“You are not sorry! You are cold and you are cruel, and I cannot spend my life with you!”

She was sobbing so hard she had to grip onto the back of the chair to keep from falling over. “I will not let you make this decision for me! You can’t!”

“You’re right. I cannot make this choice for you, but I will not tolerate it, either. You can do whatever you like, but you will not be allowed in my house with that abomination,” Ezra said coolly.

“Abomination?” Mae was incredulous and her voice cracked. “We are the abomination! She is merely a child, and I want to save her!”

“You cannot save her, Mae! You can only turn her into a monster!” Ezra insisted.

“Like we are monsters?” Mae brushed a strand of her hair from her eyes and looked down at the floor. “Maybe we are, and maybe she would be too, but she would have a life. And it wouldn’t be a bad life.

She could have everything that we have to offer.”

“We have nothing to offer her,” Ezra replied.

“How can you say that?” Mae gaped at him, then she looked over at me, looking at me with hate for the first time. It caught me off guard, and I nearly flinched. “Is it because of her? Because of Alice? She gets everything you have to offer? You let Jack turn her and gave him no repercussions, even though you had just turned her brother. For her. She is not the only thing in this life that needs you, Ezra! In fact, I don’t think she even needs you! You aren’t that indispensable to her!” Her lips quivered and she glared at him. “You aren’t that indispensable to me either!”

“If I’m some kind of burden, I can leave. I don’t want to cause any problems between you two,” I interjected quietly. I hadn’t completely figured out what their fight was about yet, but I certainly didn’t want to be the source of it.

“You’re not a burden,” Ezra assured me, looking apologetically at me. “Don’t worry yourself with this. You can go up to your room.”

“What if she moves out?” Mae latched onto the idea of something, and her entire demeanor changed to one of pleading. She took a few quick steps closer to Ezra, deftly missing all of the broken glass on the floor. “She and Jack could move out. He can take care of her, and Milo is already selfsufficient. Peter is already gone most of the time anyway, and it’s only a matter of time before he goes his own way entirely. We have the room, and we have the time.”

“Alice and Milo are not ready to their own like that,” Ezra admonished her. “And it isn’t about them!

You keep trying to solve something that isn’t the problem. Even if everyone moved out, and it was just the two of us, I would still say no. This cannot be done, Mae, no matter what anybody else does or doesn’t do.”

“Ezra! There has to be something!” Mae moved towards him and knelt on the ground at his feet. He managed to look both sympathetic and vaguely disgusted. She was literally begging him, and when she took his hand, he didn’t pull away, but he wouldn’t look directly at her. “Ezra! Please! I have never asked you for anything like this before!”

“You’ve asked me for plenty like this before, and I have indulged you to much,” Ezra sighed. “But I cannot do this. I won’t.”

Mae let go of his hand and sat back on her heels. Closing her eyes, she rubbed at her forehead, and I knew she was trying to think of something. In her mind, there had to be some magic argument that would make him change his mind, but if there was one thing I knew about Ezra, once he made his mind about something, it could not be changed.

“What if she wanted it?” Mae looked up at him, but she was talking about me. I was getting increasingly uncomfortable with the way she talked about me like I was standing right here.

“I don’t know why you have this idea that I have some special relationship with Alice,” Ezra sounded almost tired by the idea, but he wouldn’t look at me.

“Because you turned her brother for her! I know you were against adding more vampires to our numbers, but you did that for her anyway!” Mae stared up at him.

“Yes, and I did the same with Jack, for you,” Ezra looked severely at her, and her face darkened with shame and she looked down at the floor.

I had no idea what Ezra was talking about. From what I knew, Peter had turned Jack in order to save his life. The story had I heard from everyone never made any mention of Mae or Ezra in at all. It had been a random act of compassion, and for some reason, that made Mae squirm.

“That was different,” Mae said quietly.

“Yes, it was. Because Alice actually cared for her brother. He wasn’t just some random kid,” Ezra had finished scolding her and looked off at the wall behind her. “And he’s young, but Milo is not a child.”

“She is innocent! She deserves a life!” Mae twisted a tissue in her hands, then turned to look at me.

Her face was an expression of total agony, and her gentle eyes were pleading with me.

“Alice, tell him! I don’t care what he says! He’ll listen to you! If you tell him that he needs to do this, he will!”

“I-I don’t really know what you’re talking about.” I looked to Ezra for help, but he just looked grimly at me. “I can’t tell him anything if I don’t know what you’re asking.”

“My great-granddaughter Daisy,” Mae said imploringly, silent tears sliding down her face.

“She is only five years old, and she’s going to die. She hasn’t had a chance to live her life yet. But we turn her, she can live forever. She can do anything!”

“Except grow up,” Ezra reminded her firmly. “She can never fall in love or get married. Her emotions will never completely mature, but she’ll have the wisdom of an old man. She’ll never be able to live on her own or drive a car or even go to a bar. She’ll depend on you for everything, forever, and that may delight you, but she’ll hate you for cursing her to this life. On top of all that, other vampires will never accept her, or you, for it. They’ll try to kill her because she’s an abomination against everything we are. And that says nothing to our more perverse underbelly, who thrive on making childlike vampires to live as their slaves or to trade with human pedophiles in exchange for blood. Is that really the kind of life you want for her? Do you think that’s what her hopes and dreams amount to?”

“It won’t be like that,” Mae insisted, shaking her head. “We will protect her and love her, and she’ll have everything a child could ever want.”

“But she won’t really be a child forever! She’ll be a woman trapped in a child’s body with a child’s temperament for all of eternity! That is a horrible thing to do to someone you claim to love so much!” Ezra shouted gravely.

“You don’t understand!” Mae looked up desperately at him, and he met her eyes. “I cannot let this happen! I swore I would never watch another one of my children die!” Ezra exhaled deeply and matched her intense expression with a calm one of his own.

“Then don’t watch,” Ezra replied coolly.

“Ezra!” I shouted, unable to believe that he would say something that cold to Mae, when she was obviously going through something insanely painful and difficult.

“I know she is hurting, but I can’t do this!” Ezra’s collected façade evaporated for a moment, and he was merely exasperated and worried. Mae had gone back to looking at the floor and crying, and for a brief second, Ezra just looked completely lost. “There is nothing I can do to rectify this situation!”

“So then comfort her! Don’t yell at her!” I told him, still in shock over how icy he had been to her.

“No, it’s alright, Alice,” Mae said wearily and shook her head. “I knew what I was going to get from him. Ezra is many things, but he is predictable above all else.” Sighing heavily, she slowly got to her feet. She wiped the tears from her face and tried to smooth out her hair. When she had composed herself a bit, she turned to look at him. “I will do what I have to do.”

“I understand that, but you will not do it in my house,” Ezra said evenly.

“I know.” Mae nodded once, and then turned and walked slowly back to her room.

For a moment after she left, I just stood and tried to catch my breath. I had never seen the two of them fight about anything before, let alone something as intense as that. I knew that Ezra was right, that turning a child into a vampire was an impossible idea, but I knew how desperate Mae was to do anything to protect her family. Finally, Ezra started to move, picking up the pieces of broken glass of the floor, and I went over to join him.

“You were too cold with her,” I said quietly, picking up a large chunk of glass. My hair was still dripping water cold down my back, and I tucked it behind my ears. Part of me felt nervous at the thought of contradicting Ezra about something like this, but he had no reason to be that cruel.

“She wouldn’t have listened to anything else. She’s been pleading me with since she found out about the child being ill, and I decided that being forthright was the best avenue to take.” Ezra was incredibly tired, and I wasn’t sure if he was over what the lycan had done to him yet, either.

“Why is she pleading with you?” I asked, looking up at him. “I mean, if this is what she wants, then why doesn’t she just do it herself? Why does she need your permission?”

“She’s never turned anyone before, and she’s afraid to, especially with a child so young. She thinks she’ll do it wrong somehow, even though there is no real wrong way.” He had picked up most of the large pieces of glass, everything that we could get without a broom, so he stood up and tossed the broken bits into the fireplace. It didn’t seem like the best place to me, but since I had done it, I followed suit and threw what I had picked up into the fireplace.

“So is she going to do it if you don’t?” I asked.

“I honestly don’t know.” Ezra put his hands in his pockets, staring down at the ground. His normal booming voice had never sounded quite so defeated before. “She wasn’t really asking my permission, either.

She just knows my stand on it. If she turns the child, I will not be her. I won’t go through that heart ache with her. Neither of them would survive it, not for long. Child vampires never do.”

“What do you mean?” I pressed. The youngest vampire I had met had been Violet, and she was fourteen. I couldn’t imagine what one would be like younger than that. Would they look older too, the way that Milo and Violet both looked about nineteen?

“They go insane, or they’re killed,” Ezra said simply. “They learn, but can’t mature. They get old, but can’t grow. They get impulses they can’t control. They’re volatile and strong and never really understand the consequences of their actions. Other vampires don’t like having them around, and they don’t like being alive.

It never ends well.” He ran a hand through this blond hair and breathed in deeply. “And if Mae were to change her, to get even more attached to the child than she already was, she would either die trying to protect her, or kill herself after the child died. And I have no interest in being a part of that.”

“And Mae doesn’t see that?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. She was too blinded by her love for her family to see any rational thought. Her only concern was keeping the girl around for another day, at any cost.

“No.” He gave me a sad smile. “She mistakenly believes that I can do anything. But I can’t this time.”

His expression was far away. “I cannot save the child. There is only one type of death versus another. The child will suffer, and then die, either way. But Mae cannot accept that.”

“Are you going to go talk to her? Maybe you can help her accept this. I mean, she’s just going through the seven stages of grief, and it sounds like she’s at bargaining,” I said hopefully.

“Maybe, but unfortunately, she actually has something to bargain with. Most people have no other recourse, but Mae does. Would anyone really move past bargaining if God would actually talk to them and listen to their pleas?”

“Did you just compare yourself to God?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Accidentally,” Ezra admitted, looking disgusted at his own choice of words. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.

But at any rate, I don’t think I have to say can help Mae through this.” He sighed heavily.

“But… my clothes are in the room, and I should probably get dressed.”

“Are you two going to split up?” I was surprised how nervous I sounded, but really, they were the only stable couple I had ever met. And if they split up, what hope did the rest of us have?

“I will stay with her as long as she’ll have me, and as long as she doesn’t turn the child,” Ezra said, but that was the kind of answer people gave when they weren’t ready to tell the kids they were breaking up. I was starting to think that maybe it was only a matter of time before things ended between them, and that was terrifying. I loved them both, and I couldn’t imagine a life where they weren’t both in it. I wasn’t ready for that at all.

Ezra went down to his room to try and calm Mae, and get ready for the day. For someone who was completely obsessed with the idea of family, I couldn’t believe how rigid he was being with Mae. He was right about not turning her granddaughter, I’m sure, but he was inflexible when talking to her. He had been willing to die to save Peter, but he wouldn’t allow the same irrational passion in her. Maybe it was because this was his way of protecting the family. If she did this, it would certainly devastate everything around her, himself included. I don’t know what would happen to our family unit. If we would split up between them, like children of divorce, or… I don’t know.

It was strange, because even though I knew I was going to live a very long time, I had somehow had expected that everything would stay the same forever. Mae had told me that they would move in a few years, but I couldn’t imagine living anywhere but this house, with all of them, even Peter. Ezra had once told me that everyone I know would die, and that I would outlast everything. But I had never believed that I would outlast this family.

Chapter 16

When Milo and Jack finally came back from their blood run, I reluctantly told them about the fight. I felt like it wasn’t my place to let on what was going on, but at the same time, they knew something was up and I was horrible at keeping secrets. Milo went down to try to talk some sense into Mae, and we let him. Jack still invited Peter to watch a movie with us, but after all the drama of the morning, we decided to watch something lighter than an epic British mini-series. So we went with the opposite, and put in Futurama.

I curled up on the couch next to Jack, and Peter sat it in a chair on the other side of the room. Bobby came down to join us a little while later, which was good, because it helped alleviate some of the tension in the room. Jack and Peter were making an attempt to get along, but there was still animosity in the air.

Mae came out of her room, saying she couldn’t take it here anymore, and she stormed out to her car.

Milo chased after her and went with her, but I think that was mostly to prevent her from doing anything stupid, like going to see an ill relative perhaps. Ezra moped about the house of the rest of the night. He didn’t say much to any of us, and he wouldn’t join us in doing anything, even when we suggested playing Monopoly.

When I decided to turn in for the night, I really wanted to invite Jack to stay in his room with me. Not even in a naughty way or anything like that. The fight between Mae and Ezra had left me feeling shaken up, and I just wanted to hang onto something that I knew would be around forever. But Peter was lingering around us, giving me a weird look, and I didn’t feel right about asking him. I think Jack noticed Peter’s bizarre behavior because he insisted on walking me up to my room and stayed at the door until he was sure that Peter was safely in his own room. Then he kissed me, just bit long than would be polite in public, and returned down to his couch bed in the den. The one thing I could say for Jack was that he always left me wanting more, and my heart raced dizzily when I went to bed.

Jack tried waking me up bright and early the next morning, but I wanted to sleep in for a change. He decided to take Matilda to the dog park for awhile, which was just as well, because I didn’t feel comfortable going there anymore after Jack had fought a rabid dog there last spring. The joke was on me, though. After he left, I couldn’t fall back to sleep, but I blamed that entirely on how hungry I was.

It had been a dull ache growing in the pit of my stomach since yesterday. When we had been watching TV with Bobby, I kept finding myself more fascinated by the watching the pulse pounding in his jugular than in the images on the screen. Now it was even worse. There was a dryness in my veins and my throat. My limbs felt crackly when I moved them, and even though I felt kind of jittery and twitchy, I was slow moving. All my energy was fading away, but I felt strangely frenetic. I was avoiding eating as much as possible, to gain control and all that. I knew I was going to have to soon, but for now, I decided that my best bet would be to just avoid Bobby until I absolutely had to eat.

I went about getting ready, but I couldn’t find the energy to shower. I just brushed my teeth, got dressed, and pulled my hair back in a messy bun. I tried to call Jane again, but she still wouldn’t answer. Milo and Bobby were going have to go to the club again soon to check on her, but I didn’t feel up to being around Bobby in order to talk to them about it. In fact, I could hardly stand being this close to them as it was. All their heartbeats echoed in my ears, and I could smell the faint scent of Bobby through my walls. I was going to have to distract myself somehow before I went insane.

I knocked franticly on Peter’s bedroom door and chewed my lip. I stood a better chance of not biting him than I did Bobby, and even if I did bite Peter, he stood a better chance of living. Since I was at this point, I probably should’ve considered eating, but I really, really had to control of myself. Because I really, really wanted to be alone with Jack, and this was the only way I could trust myself to do that. This would be so worth it in the end, though.

“What?” Peter opened his bedroom door, looking irritated. “Is the house on fire?”

“No. Can I come in?” I tucked a stray stand of hair behind my ears and looked plaintively at him. His green eyes were confused, but he relented and took a step back from the door so I could go in.

When I brushed past him, I inhaled deeply. He smelled so good, and I had almost forgotten that. His blood used to be my favorite scent in the world, before I really knew that’s what it was.

When I had been human, the tangy scent he left behind always intoxicated me, and I hadn’t realized that was his blood I was lusting after. Now I did, and the smell was even stronger and more delicious.

“You look hungry,” Peter commented. He shut the bedroom door behind me when I came in, and that might have bothered me if I had a clearer head.

“Yeah, well,” I tried to play it off like nothing. For him to notice meant it had to be getting bad. My skin was paler than normal, and my heart was beating more rapidly than it should.

His room was slightly messy, or at least as messy as he would allow, which was much cleaner than mine and Jack’s room. His large four post bed was unmade, but the white blankets were pulled back neatly.

Bookshelves lined his walls, but they were overflowing. Peter had apparently decided to spend the day reading, and there were a few books discarded on his bed. On the white chair by the bookcases, he had a book splayed open, a red ribbon marking his page should it close. The French doors that led onto the balcony off his room were slightly ajar, letting in a chill breeze that ruffled his curtains. I paced his room, trying to ignore the painful gnawing inside of me, but I stopped when I saw the red stain on his white rug.

“Perhaps you should eat,” Peter suggested, but there was an uncomfortable edge to his words. He had caught me staring at the stain and was eager to draw my attention from it. It was blood, my blood, from when he had nearly killed me.

“Why don’t you throw away the rug?” I twisted at the hem of my shirt, feeling fidgety, and turned to face him.

“As you can tell, I’m really not in the mood to hang out,” Peter completely ignored my question. He avoided my gaze and gestured to his room, as if the state of it would signify something to me. Underneath his smooth tan skin, I could see his veins pulsing delicately, but it had quickened ever so slightly.

I was making him nervous, and I delighted in that, even though it was doing nothing to ease my hunger pains.

“You shut the door behind me,” I motioned to the closed door. “I think you’re okay with talking. You just want everything on your terms.”

“What’s so wrong with that? Don’t you want everything on your own terms?” Peter grumbled, running a hand through his chestnut hair. He hadn’t cut it since we’d come back, and while I had never been partial to long hair on guys, it looked really good on him.

In fairness, everything looked really good on him. Wearing slim jeans and a white sweater that rode smoothly over his muscles, he was still the most attractive vampire I’d ever seen, and that really was saying a lot. I hated him for it. The way he could just be casually spending the day in his room, and look like he was a movie star at a video shoot. More than that, I hated that I was still attracted him, when I knew I had no reason to be.

“I want things the way I want them, but I don’t force other people to live by my rules,” I clarified.

“Neither do I! Am I forcing you to do anything?” Peter countered and looked at me, letting his brilliant emerald eyes pierce through me. They still dazzled me, if not the same way that they once did, but maybe in my hunger, they hit me even more. Everything about him just seemed so much more enticing.

“No, but… I don’t know.” I shook my head and turned away from him, returning to pacing his room again. Peter leaned against one of the posts on his bed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why don’t you just eat something instead of pestering me?” he asked.

“No, no, I can’t,” I waved away the idea. “I’m fine anyway.”

“Very convincing,” Peter sighed. “Is that what you’re doing here? Trying to distract yourself from eating? You’re probably fantasizing about ripping into your brother’s little boy toy, aren’t you?”

“Don’t be disgusting!” I scoffed, but he was really close to the truth, and I blushed a little.

“It’s not disgusting. It’s a fact of life.” He narrowed his eyes at me as something occurred to him.

“You haven’t bitten anyone yet, have you? You’re still a virgin to the vampire ways?”

“I’m virgin in every way,” I grumbled under my breath before I could catch myself.

“What was that?” Peter asked with wide eyes.

“Oh, never mind!” I shook my hands and blushed deeper. “I haven’t been turned for very long! I need time to get everything under control! I don’t want to kill anybody!”

“I see.” A wry smirk was growing on his lips, and I sighed heavily.

“Stop! Don’t look at me like that!” I chastised him, but that only made him chuckle softly.

Groaning, I looked around his room, desperate to find something else to talk about. Luckily for me, I spotted something that was actually worth talking about.

On his bed, half covered by his blanket, probably in a poor attempt to conceal it, was a book. But not just any book. It was a century old with worn binding and tattered pages, and I had spent a great deal of time reading it a few months ago. Entitled A Brief History of Vampyres, Jack had been convinced that Peter had written it himself. I had stolen it from Peter’s room and kept it until it mysteriously disappeared from my room.

I moved towards his bed to grab the book, but Peter saw where I was heading and moved to intercept me. He was much quicker than me, but I think his attempt was rather half-hearted since I’d already seen the book. It wasn’t like he could hide it from me now. He grabbed my wrist just as my hand touched the cover, and almost the instant his skin hit mine, it started to heat up considerably. I pretended like I didn’t notice and jerked my hand away from him before he could feel my pulse quicken in his grip.

“You did take it!” I said indignantly and held the book up in front of his face, as if he wouldn’t know what I was talking about. “I knew you took it!”

“It’s my book! You stole it from me!” Peter tried to match my indigence but failed. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was embarrassed at getting caught.

“So?” I faltered for a minute, since he did technically have a point. “You weren’t reading it, and I didn’t ‘steal’ it. I was borrowing it.”

“And I wanted it returned.” He tried to reach for it but I pulled it back before he could grab it. He didn’t chase after it, but he didn’t look amused either. Instead, he just held his hand out to me, waiting for me to give it to me. “Can I have it back please?”

“I was reading it. I want to know how it ends.” I opened it, flipping the pages and trying to skim through it. He was glowering at me over the top of the book, so I couldn’t really pay that much attention, and it had been awhile since I read it, so I couldn’t even remember where I left off. It didn’t really read like a novel, either, but rather it was part diary, part how-to manual.

“Rosebud is the sled,” Peter replied flippantly, giving away the ending to Citizen Kane instead.

“Why don’t you want me to read this?” I asked sincerely and looked up at him.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to read it,” Peter said, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes, so I had a feeling that he wasn’t being entirely truthful.

“Then why did you take it from my room?”

“Because I…” He floundered for a minute, a very rare occurrence with him, and rubbed at his eyes. “I just didn’t want you have it anymore!” I had never made him this distressed and irritated before, and I rather enjoyed it. Usually he was the one driving me nuts. “Do you remember when I took it?”

“Yeah, it was the night you snuck into my room.” It was hard to forget. He had done more than just sneak in that night. He’d bitten me as well, but I hadn’t even really known what happened until days later. I had just believed it was all a dream.

“And I bit you.” His eyes shifted and his heartbeat changed. He had deep emotions buried in with biting me, but I couldn’t tell what they were. “Your blood tasted of Jack, and… so I didn’t want you to have the book anymore.”

“This is your book, isn’t it?” I didn’t mean to taunt him anymore. There was something apologetic and sad in his demeanor. “I mean, you wrote this, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Peter sounded almost regretful. “So you can understand why I wouldn’t want you to have it after everything that happened with Jack.”

“I do.” I held the book out to him so he would take it, but he just looked at it for a moment then looked up at me.

“Do you still want to read it?” Peter asked thickly.

“Only if you wouldn’t mind,” I admitted.

“I don’t think it really matters to you what I mind.” His voice was barely audible, and he turned away from me, leaning his back against his bed.

“That’s not fair, Peter!” I protested. His accusation stung much deeper than I would’ve liked.

“I’ve been doing everything I possibly can to make it up to you!”

“I know you have,” Peter sighed. “Just take the book. Read it. It’ll take your mind off how hungry you are so you can finally fuck Jack.”

My jaw dropped. That was exactly what I was trying to do, but I really didn’t appreciate him knowing that. Especially when I had been trying to make amends with him. He didn’t need to throw it in my face like that. He made it sound dirty and bad, when it was something perfectly natural and reasonable. Still, it hurt and pissed me off, so I threw the book at his chest and stormed past him.

“Alice, wait!” Peter groaned and grabbed my arm, stopping me from escaping his room.

“I’m sorry.

That was uncalled for.”

“You’ve gotta meet me half way,” I was almost pleading with him, and I was surprised that tears were stinging at my eyes. “I have been trying and trying. And even Jack is trying. But you gotta help me out here.

You’ve gotta…” I trailed off and looked away.

“Why is it so important to you that I forgive you?” Peter asked quietly.

That really was the question at the heart of it all. Why did it matter to me so much what Peter thought of me? It wasn’t even just about getting him and Jack to repair their relationship, or tying to make amends for damaging the family. It was something more than that, something that I couldn’t quite explain.

“Why did you come back?” I whispered, unwilling to look at him. His hand was burning warm on my arm, and I knew that I should shake it away, but I didn’t.

“You asked me to.” His brow furrowed with confusion.

“No, not from Finland. I mean that night that you took the book. You’d been gone for months, and then, suddenly, one night, you appeared in my room and you drank my blood.” I bit my lip, and I didn’t even know why I was asking. Or why I’d even care anymore about that night. “Did you really want my blood that badly?”

“Your blood is divine,” Peter admitted sadly. “But I always wanted more than that.” He exhaled huskily, staring intently at me. “What is it about you? You were more than just a human, and even now that I’m not bonded with you…” He trailed off, but I finally lifted my eyes to meet his. “Why can’t I resist you?”

I inhaled deeply, breathing him when I should’ve been running away. His skin was scorching against mine, but I felt my own body hurrying to match his temperature. His green eyes were burning so intensely I couldn’t look away. The sound of his heartbeat rippled pleasurably through me. The air was so thick with the scent and feel of him that I could almost taste it, and I wanted to taste him. I wanted him in the most visceral way.

Suddenly his lips were on mine, and I honestly can’t say if I moved to him or if he moved to me, but I definitely didn’t resist. His kisses were rough and soft all at once, and I kissed him fiercely.

There was no room for breathing, but I barely noticed. Burying my fingers in his thick, silky hair, I pulled myself as close to him as I could get. His muscles were like granite forming to my body, and he wrapped his arms around me, crushing me to him. His mouth tasted amazingly sweet, and I wanted more, so much more.

The blinding hunger was surging through me, mixing bloodlust with passion. It was almost impossible to contain. All my sense were blurring together into one. I could taste what I felt, and I couldn’t see anything.

My pulse was pounding in time with his, heavy and warm. And he smelled so delicious I could barely stand it.

My body literally burned for him, like my skin was covered in flames and the only relief would come if I bit him.

He was kissing me just as ferociously, and gently, almost playfully I pressed my teeth against his lip. I didn’t bite him exactly, but I was testing the waters to see if I could. Peter moaned huskily, and the sound of his voice radiated through me. He would gladly let me bite him, let me drink the wonderful the elixir that flowed through him, and I wanted to. I wanted him so badly it was painful.

Chapter 17

Just before my teeth sunk into him, something inside me had a moment of sanity and screamed Jack.

I’d like to say that just like that, I was snapped out of it, but I wasn’t. Thinking of Jack made me hesitate before I bit Peter, but it didn’t change how badly I still wanted to. Everything about Peter was designed so I’d want him. His blood, his touch, his smell, everything, really had been meant for me.

Admittedly, I loved Jack, but the physical shell of Peter was everything my body had been made to want.

That’s a hard thing to resist, especially when I was ravenous as I was.

Somehow, I managed to free my mouth from his, but I stayed in his arms, holding him to me. Peter started kissing my neck, and as wonderful as it would feel to have him bite me, I did not want to be bitten. I was starving, and losing more blood would only make it worse. In the end, it was my intense hunger that saved me.

“No,” I moaned and tried to detangle myself from his arms. Either he didn’t hear me or he didn’t want to listen, because he kept hanging on to me, his lips trailing down to the sensitive skin of my collarbone.

“Peter! No!”

When I pushed at him, he let go of me, but I wasn’t entirely stable on my feet so I stumbled backwards. In the mess of kissing him, my hair had somehow managed to come from free from its messy bun, and it fell around my face, blocking my already blurred vision. The hunger and the intensity of kissing Peter had left me feeling dizzy and strange. It was almost like being drunk. I was weak, and my eyesight was wrong. Everything had this hazy red edge to it, but that was from the bloodlust.

“I can’t do that,” I shook my head and my voice came out weak.

“I’m sorry.” Peter was trying to catch his breath, but he wouldn’t look at me. I was still barely fighting the urge to pounce on him again, and I think he was struggling just as badly. To avoid temptation, he turned and walked out on the balcony.

When he was gone, I grabbed onto the bed to keep from collapsing. The actual passion of the moment was fading away, but the bloodlust refused. If I didn’t eat something soon, I would go mad and slaughter something. There was a dark animal part of me that was threatening to surface, and I had to contain it.

“Milo!” I shouted and stumbled out into the hallway. I couldn’t take care of this on my own.

In the movies when they show a human fighting to turn into a werewolf, that’s exactly how I felt.

My stomach lurched and growled, and my body burned. “Milo!”

“What’s going on?” Milo came out of his bedroom, and I wanted to bite him. Thankfully, Bobby didn’t follow out after him, because I’m not sure that I could’ve refused him. “Oh my god!

Alice!”

“I need to eat! Now!” I fell to my knees on the ground, holding my stomach tightly. My vision was blurring even harder than it had before, and I could smell Bobby on Milo, making my mouth water. I was on the brink of blacking out, and it scared the hell out of me.

“Oh, hell! Okay! Hang on, Alice!” Milo put his arm around my waist, which really wasn’t the wisest move in the world. His throat was completely exposed to me, and I was seriously contemplating tearing it out.

I just closed my eyes and let him lead me downstairs, trying not to think of anything. The pain was overwhelming, and I moved stiffly, like a zombie. The journey seemed to take forever, but I don’t even really remember moving. The next thing I knew, I was in front of the fridge and Milo was handing me a bag, promising everything would be okay. It wasn’t until I felt blood running cold down my throat, and that wonderful searing heat spread over me, that I truly believed him. Drinking felt good, but it wasn’t like it normally was. Instead of being real pleasure, it was more just the absence of pain. I swallowed several bags in a very short amount of time, but I don’t remember much after that. Almost the instant my thirst was quenched, I passed out.

To make matters worse, I woke up in Jack’s bed to find him sitting next to me, looking at me with concern and adoration. I had just kissed his brother, and he was making sure that I was okay.

Admittedly, he didn’t know that I had kissed Peter, but that made it worse somehow. And better, too.

Because if he did know, there was a very good chance that he’d never want to talk to me again, and I wasn’t sure I could handle that.

Once I assured Jack that I was okay, I insisted that I needed to take a long hot shower. He tried to kiss me, but I managed to avoid it without raising too much suspicion. He’d almost certainly be able to taste Peter on me, and the whole point of this was that he didn’t find out about that.

The hot shower didn’t really fix things, although it did give me a chance to think. Why had I kissed Peter? Being so hungry had left me more vulnerable and weak, but I had only kissed him, not bitten me. I really wanted to kiss Peter, and even when I thought of it now, the way his lips felt against mine, I wanted to kiss him still. My skin flushed warm, and I turned the faucet so the water was even colder.

Of course, I could never kiss Peter again. Nobody could ever even find out about that. I loved Jack, and I do mean really and truly loved him. Whatever I felt for Peter had to be some kind of residuals from the bonding and nothing more. It was related to bloodlust in that my body wanted things that I didn’t actually want, like when I was crazed and wanted to drink Milo’s blood or Bobby’s or anybody’s ever. It wasn’t the same as actually like Peter or wanting to be with him. I didn’t have any real feelings for him at all… did I? I mean, I couldn’t. Not when I loved Jack and I had done so much to free myself from Peter.

This was everything that I wanted… wasn’t it?

I’m sure I was still acting strange and distant, but fortunately, my earlier freak out over starving explained everything, and I was still really freaked out by that. Losing that much control was terrifying. On top of that, I had just cheated on Jack, and I had never really cheated on anyone before.

Sure, I had been kind of going between the two of them pretty much since I met them, but I had never officially been with either of them.

When I came out of the bathroom, the TV was turned on to Shark Week, and I don’t know if Jack was trying to be ironic or not. Sharks were known to go into frenzy when they smelled blood, and apparently, so was I. Jack wasn’t really watching it, anyway. Standing in front of a mirror on the side of the room, he had on Dickies shorts, skater socks, and a white dress shirt with a black tie around it. He was staring intently at the tie, struggling to knot it properly, but glancing back at the TV every time the music got dramatic.

“Hey, how you feeling?” Jack didn’t turn all the way around when I came out of the bathroom, but he looked at me with concern and a lopsided smile.

“Much better.” I forced a bright smile at him and walked over to him. I had put on my comfy pants and one of his tee shirts, as was my usual bedtime outfit. The sky would start to lighten soon, which meant that even though I had slept most of the night away, I would be getting tired again pretty quickly. My hair hung damp on my back since I had only towel dried it, but I liked how it felt on my skin.

“You look better. Showers are the answer for everything,” he grinned, then turned back to staring at himself in the mirror. He had never been one for vanity, so I assumed he had a reason for staring at himself playing with a tie.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Trying to a tie.” His expression was in deep concentration, even though I knew he was half-listening to the TV too. He would never miss a shark attack. “Ezra usually ties them for me, and he’s getting sick of it.”

“Any luck?” I teased. It was pretty obvious from the irritated way that he was pulling at the tie and how terrible the knot looked that it was not going well.

“Never.” He looked tiredly at his reflection. “You know, vampires are supposed to be smarter and more talented and all that stuff. Can you imagine how badly I’d tie one of these if I was still mortal?” I stifled at laugh at his lack of skills, and he looked at me hopefully. “Do you know how to tie one?”

“Nope,” I shook my head. “I never had any need to tie one, and Milo always knew how.

You could always hit him up. I’m sure he’d be glad to help.”

“Maybe. But I think the point of this is that I learn how to do it myself.” He undid the mess he made of it, preparing to start over from scratch, but the music on the TV got very loud and ominous, so he turned back to watch it. On screen, a shark was tearing into some kind of animal carcass the camera crew had dropped in the water. The narrator was saying all kinds of things about perfectly the shark’s teeth were for completely eviscerating flesh and bone. “Holy cow! Do you see that?”

“Yeah, that’s pretty intense,” I admitted. While I hated it when they showed sharks attacking things like seals or whales (although, strangely, I never minded watching sharks bite people), I did think there was something beautiful and awe inspiring about the power and grace of sharks. Maybe it was just because I was viewing them as one predator to another, and I appreciated it when I saw good work.

“You know, sharks are the only natural enemy vampires have,” Jack said, his eyes still locked on the television screen.

“Yeah, Ezra told me that,” I nodded. “But I don’t know if they’re really a ‘natural’ enemy. I mean, how many vampires live in the water?”

“That’s true.” The attack footage head ended, and it was just sharks swimming about the ocean, not hurting anyway, but Jack was still watching it. “If you stripped away any humanity or real consciousness from us, that’s what we’d be. They’re just pure muscle and perfectly designed killing machines. Of course, they have more teeth than us, so they’re much better at it.” The show went to commercial, and he gave me an easy smile before going to back to the business with his tie.

“You really like sharks?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. We’d watched Jaws four times last summer, and he’d even made me the sequel that was supposed to be in 3-D and Jaws: The Revenge because (and I quote) “this time it’s personal.”

“Yeah, why?”

“Let’s go to the zoo tomorrow!” I suggested. “They have sharks and stuff there, and it’s down in the aquarium part so we don’t have to worry about the sun. It won’t be super exciting, but it’d be nice to get out of the house for awhile.”

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good,” he smiled at me.

His smile was so wonderful, and I just felt this painful tug inside of me. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest, resting my head on his back between his shoulders blades, and just hugged him. I had never been very much for hugs, but suddenly, I just wanted to be close to him.

“What’s that for?” Jack had stopped with his tie and put his arms over mine, and he sounded a little concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just miss you, that’s all.” I did miss him, a lot, and I had a bit of guilt thrown on top of that, but he couldn’t know about that. “I feel like we haven’t spent any time together lately.”

“We just watched an entire season of Futurama together last night!” Jack laughed, and I could hear it vibrating through his back. Delighted shivers ran through me, and I squeezed him tighter to me. He loosened my arms and turned so he could face me. “But I guess I can never really spend enough time with you.” He kissed me softly, and my heart swelled happily. Of course, I couldn’t completely enjoy the moment, because I couldn’t help but think about Peter’s kiss, and how different it felt. Jack must’ve felt it because he pulled away and looked at me, his blue eyes filled with worry. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lowered my eyes. “I’m just a little shaken up from today.”

“You’ll get the hang of it. It just takes time,” Jack assured me. His concern made me feel even guiltier, so I walked back away from him and sat on the bed. The distance helped some.

“How come Milo got the hang of it so quickly?” I asked.

“It just depends on the person, I guess,” Jack shrugged and turned back to the mirror. “It took me way, way longer than it took him, but I’m a slower learner, apparently.”

Jack kept practicing his knots, and while he eventually managed something that looked semiprofessional, he never got it down the way he would’ve liked. I sat on the bed, watching Shark Week and chatting with him, but the night seemed to end too quickly. I was not ready for him to go when he started yawning, but he’d insist he’d seem very soon, when we went to the zoo.

Even though I’d just eaten, I made sure to eat again before I went to bed. If I was going to spend the afternoon people, I wanted to be prepared. I was randomly really excited about going to the zoo, so I woke up early and got ready. Jack got up around the same time as I did, so he got ready in the downstairs bathroom.

He came up to check on me just as I was pulling on my shoes.

“Ready?” Jack grinned at me.

“Always. Are you sure you are?” I eyed up his outfit, which was his standard uniform.

Shorts, twotoned neon Converse, and a Boba Fett tee shirt.

“What’s wrong with this?” Jack glanced down at his clothes.

“Nothing, except it’s the end of October, and it’s like fifty degrees and we’re going to be outside. Plus, the sun is out,” I explained. I had chosen jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a fashionable scarf that I had looked around my neck. Even though we enjoyed the cold, people didn’t, and we were supposed to look like people.

“I’ll be fine, and it’s not that cold,” Jack shrugged. “Come on. Let’s go. I wanna see the otters before it gets too dark.”

The sun wouldn’t be out for much longer, but I couldn’t stand being in it for that long anyhow. But if we were going to the zoo, there were a few animals that Jack wanted to see while we had the chance. He was telling me about how he refused to compromise on the prairie dogs as we descended the stairs, but then I saw Peter and completely tuned out. My heart probably completely stopped beating, so Jack stopped talking and looked at me.

It might seem pretty weird that I lived in the same house as Peter, directly across the hall, but I had managed to avoid seeing him since we kissed. The reason for that is that I hadn’t left Jack’s room. I had been purposely avoiding Peter, and that was part of my reasoning behind the zoo trip too.

Unfortunately, when we descended the steps into the living room, Peter happened to be standing right there. He wasn’t looking at us, but my initial reaction was to panic anyway.

“Something wrong?” Jack asked, touching my arm.

“No, I’m fine,” I shook my head and hurriedly pushed my feelings away.

Ezra was hanging a new giant flat screen TV on the wall, and Peter and Bobby were supervising in some way. I’m not sure what was wrong with the old flatscreen, although I would lean towards nothing. Peter stood a few feet back from where Ezra was holding the TV up, and Bobby was sprawled out on the couch, popping some of the bubble-wrap that had come with the new television. The cardboard box was on the floor by his feet, along with the “old” TV.

“What’s going on?” I asked, even though I didn’t really want to say anything. I wanted to rush out of the room before Peter had a chance to look at me or Jack, but that would be abnormal behavior for me.

Damn me and my irritating need to know everything all the time.

“Ezra bought a new TV,” Bobby answered, watching as Ezra handled a TV that would be too big and too heavy for any one man to deal with alone.

“Is it straight?” Ezra was still holding onto the bottom of it, but he took a bit of a step back to look at it. “It better be since I have all the wires hooked up already.”

“Yeah, it’s straight,” Peter said, and just hearing his voice my pulse change.

“What was wrong with the old TV?” I asked, trying to distract myself.

“Nothing.” Ezra stepped back further into the room so he could admire his handy work.

“Jack and I just went to Best Buy this morning, and this TV has way better technology than the last one.”

“You went to Best Buy?” I cocked an eyebrow at Jack. “How early did you get up?”

“Early enough,” Jack shrugged. “Ezra was going to the store and asked if I wanted to come with, and like I would pass up a trip to buy new electronics?”

“I don’t see how this TV is any different than the one we had before,” Peter said, echoing my thoughts exactly. “It isn’t even bigger, is it?”

“It’s not about being bigger!” Jack exclaimed and walked away from me, closer to the TV so he could explain all the merits of it. His lingo instantly got technical, which was silly since Peter probably knew less about technology than I did. Ezra and Jack were the ones that were obsessed with all things new and electric.

“It just looks like a television to me,” Peter replied dismally when Jack got done explaining how awesome said television was. Jack scoffed loudly, and this time, even Ezra started to defend his purchase. At that point, they were mostly talking to themselves, and Peter looked back at me. Just briefly, and I looked away almost instantly, but his eyes still caught me. It shouldn’t even be possible for eyes to be that green, and I shouldn’t be thinking about how stunningly attractive they were.

At least he was playing it cool far better than I was. If Jack and Ezra weren’t so damn excited about their new gadget, I’m sure they would’ve noticed how frazzled I was acting. When I looked away from Peter, he went over to them to pretend to be interested in it. Bobby was still sitting in the chair, swinging his feet off the edge, and he looked far more entertained by the bubble wrap than he did the TV. That’s when I realized that Milo was missing, which was strange, because he loved this kind of thing. He should be in here gushing all over this thing like everyone else.

“Where’s Milo?” I asked Bobby, since nobody else would listen to me unless I used the words “HD” or “plasma.”

“Helping Mae with the laundry,” Bobby answered absently and popped another bubble.

I was a little tempted to steal the bubble wrap from him, but I had my chance to escape, so I took it.

Jack wouldn’t be ready to go for at least another ten or fifteen minutes, and I’d rather spend that time waiting somewhere Peter wasn’t. It was going to be impossible for me to not be awkward around him, and it sure didn’t help things that Jack was trying to buddy up to him again. At least Jack was too distracted talking to him to notice me slipping away.

Down the hall, between the den and the main bathroom, there was a laundry room. They had two sets of super powered washers and dryers. They had just bought the second set about the time I moved in. There were seven people living in the house now, and that amounted to a lot of laundry. Mae almost always did all the laundry. I tried to do mine and Jack’s, or at the very least my own, but she somehow always got to it before I did. She was magic that way. The laundry room had several racks with hangers.

Most of Jack’s overflow clothes ended up down here so I took over his closet. His suits were hanging in plastic bags, all neatly pressed and dry cleaned by Mae, and they stayed down here to keep them from getting smooshed and wrinkled in our closet. The room was filled with clean scent of clothes, but I could still smell us on them, especially Jack. No matter how times they were washed, clothes managed to maintain some of their owner’s smell, and I tried to ignore how much his clothes made me miss him.

In one wall were the machines themselves, one set dark blue, and the other a weird orange.

Apparently, the days of ordinary white machines were gone. Milo was sitting on one of the washing machines, watching as Mae pulled out towels of the dryer and folded them. I’m sure he had offered to help, but she would absolutely refuse. She thought it was her duty to do everything for us that she possibly could. Milo was dressed and looked good, except he’d started painting his toenails apparently, and I blamed Bobby for that entirely. Mae, on the other hand, was still in her pajamas, and I didn’t think I’d seen in her in real clothes in days. Her hair up, but it was more of a rat’s nest than a bun, and I’m not exactly sure when she showered last.

When I walked in the room, Milo gave me a wary look, and Mae barely glanced back at me.

She was pale with dark circles under eyes, and her face looked puffy.

“How’s it going?” I asked, trying for casual instead of concerned.

“I’m going to have to buy new towels,” Mae said. The usual warmth of her British accent sounded stogy and commandeering today. I guess that was better than tired and sobbing, so I counted it as a plus.

“You all leave the towels in your room for so long they smell of mildew, and I just can’t get it out.”

“Sorry. I’m working on it,” I said. It was probably entirely mine and Jack’s fault. We were the messiest ones in the house, unless Bobby turned out to be inordinately messy.

“I didn’t say it was your fault,” Mae was nearly snapping at me, and she was folding towels in an angry huff. This is gonna sound weird and pathological, but I’m pretty sure that Mae actually loves doing laundry.

She claims she does, and I’ve seen her folding and washing things. It’s like meditation for her. I think it’s because it’s something simple and immediate, and it’s a way that she can care for her family.

That’s all she’s ever wanted to do, and it’s about the only area she can take care of us since she can’t cook for us or tuck us in or anything. At any rate, this was not how she normally did laundry.

“Bobby and I always make sure to take our towels down,” Milo informed her, and I glared him. He wasn’t being snarky exactly, but he was definitely throwing me under the bus.

“Why is Bobby doing his laundry here, anyway?” I interjected, and I realized belatedly that I had missed very crucial facts about him. “Doesn’t he have like an apartment or a job or something?”

“He’s in art school and lives in a dorm,” Milo answered, matching my glare.

“Of course he is.” When I thought about it, Bobby really had art student written all over him. “So, does he ever go to school or anything? Why is here all the time?”

“He goes when he feels like it,” Milo shrugged. “And staying here is better than staying at a dorm, and I want him here.”

“Our house has always been open to anyone who needs it.” Mae sounded almost irritated by this fact as she folded a giant towel. “Anyone that’s ever needed a place, be they vampire or not, has always had a place. You wouldn’t believe how many people we’ve had staying with us over the years. Ezra has always had an open door policy. To anyone.” She put the folded towel in the basket with the rest of them, and then she just leaned on them for a minute, as if she was too suddenly too weary to go on. “Literally, anyone. Except for my family. Except for what matters to me.”

“Mae, you know that’s not what it’s about,” Milo said gently. He tried to put his hand on her shoulder, but she snapped back into motion and started pulling a towel out of the dryer. “And you have us here. Don’t forget that. We’re your family, too.”

“You know that I adore you, but…” She held a towel to her chest and trailed off.

“Have you made a decision yet?” I asked carefully. “About what you’re going to do?” As far as I knew, she still had her heart set on turning her great-granddaughter, and Ezra had not changed his mind at all.

“No.” Mae closed her eyes and shook her head. “Maybe. I don’t know.” She rubbed her forehead and smiled sadly at Milo. “I mean, if I left, you could all handle doing your laundry, couldn’t you?”

“We don’t want you to stay because of laundry!” Milo said emphatically. “You’re like the heart of the family. I don’t know would happen if you went away.” He was obviously having a hard time with the idea of her going away. I wouldn’t be thrilled about it myself, but he seemed more dependant on her than I was.

“I know that, love.” Mae touched his leg gently, then shook her head. She went back to folding towels, but more like the normal way she did. “I still have time to think. There’s still time.”

“Alice!” Jack called from down the hall. “Alice? Where are you? Are you ready?”

“I should go,” I nodded back to the door. “We’re going to the zoo today.”

“Have fun,” Milo gave me a half-wave, but his focus was still on Mae. She was chewing her lip and didn’t even notice me leaving, and he stared at her sadly.

Back in the living room, Ezra was making Peter watch that Planet Earth documentary because of how amazing it looked on the new TV. Jack came over to me and took my hand. As he said his goodbyes to the guys, Peter gave me a weird look, and I hurried Jack along. I wasn’t sure how well I could hide my emotions from Jack, and he was going to figure out something was going on pretty quickly unless I got a handle on it.

Maybe I’d have to talk to Milo about all of this. He’d be pissed, but he’d help me out, assuming there was a way to help me out.

We got to the zoo in time for Jack to see the otters and the prairie dogs, and he was overly excited about both of them. In the nocturnal exhibit with the bats, Jack had way too much fun. As usual, his happiness was contagious, and I was having a pretty awesome time. The best thing about the zoo is that most of the people there are children, and children don’t react to us the way other people do.

Some people still stared at us more than was polite, and there was a small cluster of people following us closer than I would’ve liked, but it was nothing that I couldn’t shake off. Jack didn’t even notice it at all.

The highlight of the trip was the dolphin show. I don’t care what anybody says, dolphins are pretty awesome. Jack made sure we sat right down in the front row, so when they jumped out or came to the edge, we got splashed on. Even with that, it was nice. Afterwards, we went down to the lower level so we could see them swimming around in their aquarium. I stood next to the glass, watching them swim around like they were dancing with each other.

“You know, I swam with dolphins once,” Jack said casually. “Mae had always wanted to do it, so the two of us went down to Florida, and we spent all day in the ocean. It was like this special package we had bought, so it wasn’t like we just randomly found wild dolphins or anything. But it was super awesome. We asked Peter to come with, but he said no, because dolphins are just big fish, and there’s nothing exciting about swimming with fish.”

“Dolphins are mammals!” A little girl was standing next to me, her face pressed up to the glass, but she sounded completely offended when Jack called dolphins “fish.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jack grinned at her. “My brother thinks they’re fish.”

“Your brother is an idiot,” the little girl said.

“He sure is,” Jack laughed. The girl’s mother just noticed her talking to us, and she apologized profusely as she dragged her daughter away, all the while managing to ogle Jack as she did.

“So you and Mae really swam with dolphins?” I asked, walking away from the tank and changing the subject from Peter. Even in jest, I was uncomfortable with Jack saying anything about him.

“Yeah, it was a really spectacular trip. We should go again!” Jack suggested. We wandering around the aquarium, and he had his hands shoved in his pockets as I admired the seahorses. “Milo would love it, and I know Mae would be up to going again. We have to go during the day, and the sun gets pretty hard on you, but if you eat a lot and just crash the whole next day, you should be okay.”

“That would be really awesome,” I nodded. I had never been on vacation anywhere, and I couldn’t imagine anything that would be cooler than swimming with dolphins. But the thought of Mae made me sound less than enthusiastic. “But do you think Mae would really go?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t she?” Jack asked, but then it finally dawned on him what I meant. “Oh.

Well... when this is all over, I’m sure she’ll want to go.”

“You really think so?” I raised an eyebrow. “Because, from the way Ezra makes it sound, there is no happy ending to all of this. She’s gonna be miserable.”

“I know,” Jack sighed. There was a pool full of stingrays and sharks that people could pet, and Jack stopped at it. He reached in the tank to touch them, but he wasn’t that into it. I’m sure he actually adored that kind of thing, but I had him worrying about Mae now too.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring the entire day down,” I apologized.

“No, you’re fine,” he insisted, taking his hand out of the water. “Were you talking to her today before we left?” I nodded. “How is she doing?”

“Not so great,” I admitted. “But at least she hasn’t made a decision yet.”

“You mean she’s still actually considering doing it?” Jack looked at me with wide eyes and his skin paled a little. “I thought that after Ezra gave her that ultimatum, she’d just kinda get over it. I mean, not quickly or anything, but I thought that’s where she’d be headed.”

“You didn’t see her when she fought with Ezra.” I thought about how she had literally been on her knees begging him. “For her, I don’t think there is any getting over this. Ever. Either she loses Ezra, or she loses a child.”

“I know Daisy means a lot to her, but she’s not really her child.” Jack chewed the inside of his lip, mulling everything. “She didn’t give birth to her or raise her or even ever speak to her. I understand that there’s a connection, but I don’t understand why she’s willing to sacrifice everything for it.”

“I don’t completely get it either, but then again, I’ve never been a mother,” I said. “And that’s really all Mae has ever been.” I took Jack’s hand in mine. Talking about this was making me depressed and I wished I hadn’t even brought it up. “But you don’t think she’ll actually do it, do you? Or even she does, her and Ezra won’t really split up over this? Will they?”

“I don’t know,” Jack sighed resignedly. “I honestly don’t know. Once I would’ve said that nothing could break them up, but the longer I live, the more I realize that nothing lasts forever.”

Realizing the implications of what he said, he smiled at me and looped his arm around me shoulders.

“Except for you and me. We’re in this ‘til the end, baby.” He kissed the top of my head, and I leaned onto his shoulder, and I really, really hoped he was right.

By the time we left the zoo, Jack had somehow managed to cheer me up. On the car ride home, he forced me to sing along with the Backstreet Boys, and he started making threats about taking me a karaoke bar someday. When we got home, Matilda was the only one watching the brand new TV in the living room.

They had bought her one of those pet DVD’s that was supposed be all images in sounds a dog would like, and this one was wacky misadventures with cats or something. Everyone else was either gone or hiding in their respective rooms. Matilda was so engrossed in the movie that she hadn’t run to the door to greet Jack for like the first time ever, so we decided to hang out with her and watch it and see what all the fuss was about.

He sat down in the recliner, and I sat down on his lap, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Maybe we should get a cat,” Jack said thoughtfully. Matilda was parked on the floor right in front of the TV, staring intently at a kitten chasing a string. Every time the kitten meowed, Matilda would cock her hide and prick her ears up.

“She would probably eat a kitten!” I said.

“Oh, she would not. Mattie would never hurt anything, would you, girl?” Jack’s voice got higher when he talked to her, but she just glanced back at him and thumped her tail on the floor. “See?

Harmless.”

“That’s hardly an assertion,” I laughed. “But still, that’s not a reason to get a cat. You don’t get cats so your dog has something play with, and possibly snack on.”

“Sounds like a good enough reason to me,” Jack countered.

When I came home, I hadn’t noticed anybody’s heartbeats. I was well-fed and less inclined to that sort of thing. But I was naturally kind of tuned into Jack’s and Milo’s. Even if I wasn’t paying attention, when they were distressed, I’d be able to pick up on it. Upstairs, I suddenly heard Milo’s heartbeat racing in a panic. I think it had already been beating kind of fast, but it hadn’t been terrified like it was now.

And on top of that, I could smell blood. I pushed off of Jack’s lap, but he got up, so he noticed it too. Before I could do anything else, Milo started screaming.

“Help! Oh my god, help!” Milo was screaming at the top of his lungs, and I was racing up the steps. Jack flew past me because he was a lot faster than me, and Ezra and Mae weren’t that far behind me.

When I reached the top of the stairs, Peter and Jack had already zoomed into Milo’s room, but Milo was still standing in the hallway. He was shirtless, and almost all the color had drained from his skin. His cheeks were flushed unnaturally red, contrasting even more with the unusual white of his skin, but that’s what happened after feeding. His big brown eyes were wide and horrified, and tears were already sliding down his cheeks. Fresh blood stained his lips, and there were a few splatters of on it his bare chest, most of it smeared.

He just stared at his bedroom, until Ezra pushed past me to get to his room, and then Milo turned to look at me.

“I killed Bobby.”

Chapter 18

Milo looked like he might faint after his confession, and I ran over to him to catch him. Mae had been behind me, but she stopped moving. I wrapped my around my brother and stole a glimpse inside his room. There wasn’t much to see since everyone was blocking the view, but Bobby was definitely immobile on the bed.

Peter was kneeling on the bed, and Ezra was bent over Bobby. Jack was standing in front of the door, his arms crossed, and he was feeling incredibly worried and sick over this. For some reason, he had really liked Bobby.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” I lied, trying to pull Milo away from the door. He was crying, but they were completely silent tears, and I had a feeling he was in shock. Still, pulling him away was like pulling a marble statute. He did not want to move.

“I need AB positive!” Ezra shouted suddenly.

“AB positive?” Jack repeated.

“Yes! Now!” Ezra barked. Jack rushed past me and practically leapt down the stairs.

“Where’s Mae? I need the IV!”

“I’m right here, and I’ll get the kit!” Mae sprang to life and darted down the stairs.

“He’s alive?” I asked hopefully.

“Get Milo downstairs!” Peter growled, glaring at up at me with his intense green eyes.

“But is he-” My question was completely cut off when Ezra started pumping Bobby’s chest, giving him CPR. I tried to listen for the sound of Bobby’s heart, but over the frantic beating of Milo’s and my own and everybody’s really, it was impossible to hear. That didn’t mean anything, though. If he’d lost a lot of blood, his heartbeat would be really faint, probably too faint to hear over all the noise.

“Alice!” Jack shouted as he came barreling back up the stairs. “Get Milo out of here! He doesn’t need to see this, okay?”

Using all my strength, I started pulling Milo away from his room. I had no idea where I would take him, but away as much as I thought the plan through. By the time we made it to the stairs, Mae was already bounding back them.

“Everything will be okay, love,” Mae promised with a sad smile, but Milo didn’t even really notice.

After his initial screaming, it was like he had gone into a waking coma or something. He was completely shell shocked.

Here’s what made sense to me: I needed to take Milo someplace where he couldn’t hear everything that was going on with Bobby, and he needed to get cleaned up. So I took him into the main bathroom and I turned on the sink and shower to drown out all the other sounds. I put the lid down on the toilet seat, then forced Milo to sit down, and I got a washcloth wet to start wiping off his chest and mouth.

“Did I really kill him, Alice?” Milo asked quietly, staring off into nothing.

“They’re working on him,” I evaded really answering it. “They saved my life like that before, too. Ezra is really good at giving blood transfusions, apparently.”

“I didn’t even…” Milo trailed off, and I stopped wiping at his chest to look at him. “We were fooling around, the same way we had been, and then… I bit him. And I didn’t even realize how much…. I didn’t know his heart stopped.”

“You didn’t mean to.” That was the best I could come up with. Sure, he might’ve killed somebody, but he didn’t mean to. That was the consolation that I gave him.

“The thing is…” Milo was starting to become more animated, and his tears were getting heavier and less quiet. “I know that he isn’t ‘the one’ or whatever, not like what Peter was to you. But I love him, you know? I really do love him.”

“I know, sweetie. It’s gonna be okay.” I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. He was out and out sobbing by then, and I just kept telling him it would be okay. I had no idea if that was the truth, but that was the only thing I could say.

We stayed down in the bathroom for what felt like forever. I folded up towels and laid them on the floor, and I sat down with my back up against the tub. Milo lay down next to me and rested his head on my lap. All I could do was brush his hair back with my fingers, and eventually, he even stopped crying. When Jack opened the bathroom door, Milo jumped to his feet instantly. I was too scared to move, as if me standing up would have an impact on whether Bobby lived or died.

“He’s alive,” Jack said, but he wasn’t smiling. Milo almost fainted in relief, and he had to grab onto the counter to keep from falling. I got to my feet because I figured it would be better if I caught him. “But he lost a lot of blood. So he’s not exactly stable yet. We’re in kind of wait and see mode to see if the transfusion works.”

“I understand,” Milo nodded and wiped at his eyes. “Can I see him?”

“Yeah, Ezra’s up there, and he’ll probably wanna talk to you too.” Jack touched Milo’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, but Milo just sniffled and hurried past him.

“So… how is Bobby?” I walked over to Jack and looked up at him.

“Not good,” Jack said grimly. “He really almost didn’t make it. I mean, Milo almost drained that kid dry. It was bad.” Then he forced a smile at me. “But his heart’s beating now, and that’s something.”

Jack wrapped his arms around me, and I buried my face in his chest. Even though I hadn’t been that fond of Bobby, I found myself crying. Milo would never kill anyone, and he really loved Bobby. It was terrifying to think that he might die. And he might die because they were in love, and they were careless.

It scared me even more when I thought about my relationship with Jack, and how I had almost lost control the other day with Peter. Milo was way more in control of himself than I was, and he had nearly killed Bobby. What would I do to Jack? Even with him being a vampire, I could just as easily find myself in the same situation, and that was too much. I was starting to think that maybe I would never be ready for anything more with Jack.

Worse still, Jane was still out there, doing that kind of thing all the time with strangers. Most of the vampires she picked up were probably more in control of themselves than Milo and me, but maybe they weren’t. She had no way of knowing, and we could just as easily pick up a bloodwhore as someone like Ezra or Peter. And even if they do know what they were doing, they were still draining her of her blood, over and over again. Accidentally or on purpose, the odds of her dying were getting exponentially higher ever day that passed. I couldn’t let her do it anymore. As soon as things were settled with Milo and Bobby, I was taking Milo the club, and we were taking her away. I don’t care if we had to kidnap her; I wasn’t going to just let her die.

The house was incredibly subdued. Mae didn’t tend to Bobby the way she normally would’ve, and almost immediately after he was stable, she returned to her room. Ezra stationed himself in Milo’s room to monitor Bobby, but Jack later confided in me that it was just as well because Ezra’s been crashing in the den with him the last few nights. Mae has all but kicked him out of their room, apparently. Milo didn’t feel right being around Bobby, and he was positive that he would hate him when he woke up. I couldn’t convince him otherwise, but he wanted to bunk with me, and really, I didn’t mind. I was glad for the company.

Milo cried in his sleep a lot, and that made it harder for me to sleep, but I didn’t complain.

After what he’d been through, I didn’t blame him at all. I don’t know what I would do if I did anything to Jack, and then I immediately pushed the thought from my mind. I would never do anything to him, even if that meant I had to wait months and years to do things with him. Or maybe never do anything with him. I wasn’t going to hurt him, not like that.

Not like that. I had to amend everything with that now, because I was clearly okay with hurting him other ways, as seen by me making out with Peter. That situation didn’t want to resolve itself quite so easily either. When I got up in the morning, I bumped into Peter in the hall. There was this awkward exchange where neither of us knew what to say and just kind of stared at each other. At least he hadn’t said anything to Jack, so that was something.

It was almost twenty hours after the transfusion that Bobby started to really come around.

He’d some hazy conversations before that, but he obviously wasn’t lucid then. Milo was too afraid to go in and talk to him, even after Bobby had started asking for him. I even went in to talk to him, and Bobby repeatedly assured me that he didn’t blame Milo for what happened and he still loved him. He was pale and tired, but otherwise, he seemed okay, but Milo was too ashamed to have anything to do with him.

His plan was to hide away from Bobby as far as he could, so he went down into Mae’s room with her.

Mae was being abnormally useless in the situation. Jack and I were the ones who ended up getting Bobby food and clothes and doing all the maternal/nurse things that Mae usually did, leaving him to survive entirely on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Campbell’s soup. He mostly slept at first, so I let it slide, but I wasn’t going to let Milo just hide while I took care of his boyfriend. I gave Milo another night to sleep on it, but that was all I would stand for.

When I went to fetch him from Mae’s room, I brought along Jack with me. Milo was still pretty fond of Jack, and I thought he might listen to him, even if he wouldn’t listen to me. Stupidly, I had half-expected Mae to be encouraging Milo to get up and deal with Bobby instead of hiding, but that wasn’t how new sulky Mae rolled. They were curled up in the dark, listening to Norah Jones, and if anything, it seemed like she was persuading him to avoid life with her.

“Milo, come on.” I flicked on the bedroom light, even though I didn’t really need it see anything. I just felt like they needed a flash of something to wake them up. They both squinted at me and groaned, and Milo buried himself deeper in the blankets and pillows. “Bobby wants to see you.”

“He does not!” Milo pulled the blanket entirely over his head, so his protests came out muffled.

“I’m sure he does, love,” Mae sounded almost like her normal self. I don’t know if it was our presence or the light, but it momentarily snapped her out of her funk. She scooted a bit closer to Milo and pushed back his blanket. “He loves you, and you know he does.”

“I can’t see him!” Milo insisted, and he was fighting back tears. “Not ever!”

“I know it seems major, but it’s really not as bad as you think,” Jack sat at the down at the end of the bed and tried to coax Milo out from the bed. “I mean, it would be major for normal people, but he understood what he was getting into when he got involved with a vampire.”

“Well, maybe I didn’t!” Milo was whining, and he almost never whined. Mae pushed back his hair from his forehead, and he rubbed at his eyes with the palm of his hand. “I don’t know how I can ever face him again.”

“Just face him the same way you did before,” I shrugged. “You haven’t seen him, but if you had, you’d understand. He really doesn’t hold anything against you.”

“But he should!” Milo had pulled himself out from underneath the covers a bit more, but he just stared up at the ceiling, looking complete desolate. I couldn’t imagine how terrified and guilty he felt knowing he had almost killed someone he loved, but Bobby was alive, and I didn’t want him to spend the rest of his life moping about. “I nearly killed him. He should hate me. Something should happen. There should be repercussions for my actions.”

“You don’t think there are?” I asked. “Look at you!”

“It’s not enough,” Milo protested. “I mean, I’m a monster! I should be locked up and kept away from people forever!”

“You’re not a monster, love,” Mae cooed, running her fingers through his hair. “You’re just young, and you have some things to figure out. That’s all.”

“The fact that you’re beating yourself up so much about this proves you’re not a monster,” Jack added. Milo looked at him, sniffling, and for a minute, I thought that Jack might have really gotten through to him.

“Have you ever done anything like that?” Milo asked him, almost sounding hopeful. If Jack had behaved somewhat like this, then it would make it okay that Milo had done this. Jack wasn’t horrible, so it was evidence that Milo wasn’t horrible either.

“Well… no,” Jack replied hesitantly. He knew the answer he was looking for, and if he wasn’t such a terrible liar, he probably would’ve made something up.

“And you haven’t even bit anyone, so you have no idea what I’m going through,” Milo said to me, making me feel like an idiot and a loser. I really hated that he had more experience in all of this than I did. I wanted to be able to advice him and comfort him through this, but like everything else in life, he knew more about it than I did. I was completely useless to him as an older sister.

“I have,” Mae admitted reluctantly. Milo and Jack looked at her with surprise, and she gave Jack a weird look out of the corner of her eye. “It was a long time ago, but I remember it very clearly. I know how terrible it feels, knowing that you almost took a life. But I also know that it’s something you can get past.”

“So what happened?” Milo asked. The tears were drying under his eyes, and at least Mae had been able to distract him from his misery. “Was it with Ezra?”

“No, he was a human, but he didn’t die, and that’s what matters.” Mae forced a smile, but there was something incredibly pained about it.

“How come I’ve never heard about this before?” Jack looked confused. They had been very close, and I was even a little surprised that he hadn’t heard this story before. Mae was big into sharing things. “Was it before I turned?”

“Yes, it was.” Mae shifted uncomfortably in the bed and tucked a curl back behind her ears.

She sat up more and refused to look at Jack. Right now, he was only feeling bewildered and intrigued, but I was getting the impression that there was something that she wasn’t telling us, and it made me nervous.

“Did he need a blood transfusion too?” Milo was obviously starting to feel better about this whole thing if Mae had been there too. She was one of the kindest people we had ever met, and if she was capable of this, then it couldn’t be that bad.

“No, but it doesn’t matter how he survived. The point is that it doesn’t make you a monster for drinking too much,” Mae looked at Milo, and she had purposely started turning more towards him, so her back was more to Jack. “It’s easy to forget how fragile humans can be, and that’s why it’s important to always be careful.”

“Well, how bad was he?” Milo pressed. He was starting to doubt her story since she couldn’t provide any details, but I knew she was telling the truth. She was just leaving something out. “Did he lose a lot of blood?”

“Yes, he was almost dead.” Mae closed her eyes and rubbed at her forehead. “He may have been technically dead. His heart had completely stopped beating.”

“So what did you do? You didn’t give him a blood transfusion?” Milo sat up straighter, and even Jack was looking very interested in her story.

“No, we couldn’t. We were… out, and Ezra wasn’t there.” Mae sighed and shook her head.

“It was a long time ago. I don’t know why all of this matters so much to you.”

“I just don’t understand what happened. If he was that bad, how did he live? Did you take him to a hospital or something?” Milo asked.

“No, there wasn’t enough time. They couldn’t have…” Mae opened her eyes, but she stared intently at the bedspread instead of looking at any of us. “It’s so easy to lose control, and that’s why I only drink bag blood anymore. I never want to feel that way again.”

“Mae, what happened?” I demanded as gently as I could. A sick feeling was building up in my stomach, and I wasn’t even sure if I should press her for more information. Maybe it would better if no one ever found out, but I always had to know everything.

“Ezra told me that Bobby almost didn’t make it, and he had a lot more going for him,” Milo said. “I mean, if he was dead, how did you save him?”

“We…” Mae exhaled shakily. “Peter turned him.”

Mae closed her eyes tightly, but for a second, nobody said anything. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. Milo’s big brown eyes were even larger than normal, and he just gaped at them, looking back and forth between Mae and Jack. At first, Jack didn’t seem to feel anything.

Then this painful, shocked, nauseous panic spread out over him. His heart hammered in his chest, and I wanted to say something to him, but I didn’t know what.

“What are you talking about?” Jack demanded, and his voice was shaking.

“Jack, love,” Mae reached out for his hand, and he leapt up off the bed before she could touch him.

Tears formed in her eyes as she looked helplessly at him. “It was a long time ago.”

“No!” Jack shook his head, refusing to believe or understand what she was saying. “I followed two girls into the club, and then…” He ran a hand through his sandy hair, and he stared off at nothing, trying to think. From what I understood, Jack had never really been able to remember much about turning. “You told me that you found me in the alley, that they left me for dead.”

“Nobody left you for dead, love.” Mae got up off the bed and took a step towards him, but he just took a step back.

“What happened, Mae?” Jack shouted. “What really happened to me?” Mae flinched at the anger in his voice, and Milo and I were too confused and surprised to do anything else but watch.

“You were at the club, and…” Mae trailed off. “You know how these things happen!”

“No, I want you to tell me exactly what happened,” Jack glared at her. “I deserve to know what you really did to me!”

“You were at the club, and I was hungry! I had picked up people there a few times before, and I didn’t think anything of it. So I took you to one of the back rooms,” Mae explained, and Jack closed his eyes. “I didn’t mean to, Jack! Honestly! I never meant to hurt you! I didn’t even realize what I had done until it was too late! You weren’t breathing and your heart had stopped!”

“I thought you couldn’t turn if you were dead,” Jack said quietly, but he still didn’t open his eyes.

“You weren’t dead yet, not completely.” Mae walked closer to him, and he didn’t run away.

“I called for Peter, and he came in and said the only thing we could do was turn you, so he did. And then we took you back home and took care of you and loved you.” She put her hand on his chest, and he let her, but I could feel he was visibly shaken. His heart beat erratically and his breath was coming out raggedly.

The color had drained from his face, and he felt hurt, pissed off, and very ill.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Jack asked as evenly as he could.

“The last thing you remembered was following the girls into the club, and everything was confusing and frightening enough in the beginning,” Mae explained hurriedly. “We didn’t think we should add to it, so we just let you believe that the girls had done it.”

“So you lied to me?” He opened his eyes, and his eyes had gone icy. “You lied to me for the past fifteen years? You thought that was a better alternative?”

“No, we just… I didn’t know how to tell you!” Mae floundered.

“Whatever.” Jack pushed her hand off of him and turned and stormed out of her bedroom.

I went after him because I felt like I should, but I had no idea how I could help him. I didn’t even really understand why he was so upset.

“Jack!” Mae called, running after him. She tried to touch his arm, and he jerked it back from.

“Jack!

Please! It doesn’t change anything!”

“It changes everything!” Jack made it as far as the living room before he whirled on her.

“You killed me! By your own admission, I was dead! You…” He ran his hands through his hair, and he couldn’t seem to process what she was telling him. “And you covered it up! How could you lie to me about something so important? What else have you been lying to me about?”

“Nothing! This was the only thing, and it wasn’t lying!” Mae looked away from him and shook her head, her eyes swimming with tears. “We just let you believe what you wanted.”

“Bullshit!” Jack yelled. “You let me believe what you wanted me to believe! You didn’t want to tell me that you had almost left me for dead! I’m sure you considered it, didn’t you? And if Ezra had been there, instead of Peter, you would’ve left me for dead! He never would’ve let you turn me!”

“What’s going on?” Ezra asked, coming down the stairs at precisely the wrong time.

Jack had his arms wrapped around himself, and he was very close to throwing up.

Sometimes, it really sucked being able to feel everything he felt. He was so hurt and sick. The wind had been knocked out of him.

He was just realizing that instead of embracing him as one of their own, his family could have just as easily left him for dead, and they almost did. They had always led him to believe that they had been so moved by his plight that they had saved him. That they had gone out of their way to bring him into their folds, when really, he had just been a casualty.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me Mae killed me?” Jack shouted, turning his anger on Ezra. “You could’ve just told me! I’m only pissed off now cause you made me live a lie the entire time I’ve known you!”

“You’re being melodramatic,” Ezra said calmly. “Nothing has been a lie.” He gave Mae a disparaging look, and she shied away from it. Apparently, he didn’t approve of the way she had told Jack the truth.

“Jack, you know they love you,” I said, and he looked at me uneasily.

Cautiously, I took a step towards him. He stood in the middle of the living room, and Matilda sat next to him, looking very confused by all the yelling. Jack wasn’t mad at me in particular, but he felt kind of mad at the world. Ezra and Mae were in the living room doorway, and by now, Mae had started crying silent tears.

Milo had rather smartly decided to stay behind in Mae’s room to hide. Somehow, his pep talk had turned into this, and I felt sorry for him. He probably didn’t feel any better about his situation when he saw Jack reacting this way. In fairness, I don’t think that Jack was that upset about what had happened. Or at least, he would’ve gotten over it a long time ago. He just didn’t like knowing that he had been lied to about something that was such a major event in his life.

“How do I know that? How do I know anything they ever said was true?” Jack sounded like he was being histrionic, but he was asking me honestly. If they could lie to him about this, what’s to say that they weren’t lying about everything?

“You know how much you mean to us!” Mae insisted. “Look at everything we’ve done for you and tried to do!”

“You know what? I really don’t wanna hear from you right now!” Jack snapped at her. He shook his head and started heading for the stairs. “I don’t wanna hear from anybody right now!”

When he ran up to his room, I wasn’t sure if I should follow, but I did anyway. He had no reason to be mad at me, but he didn’t really feel like he wanted me around either. He paced in his room, and I stood awkwardly in the open doorway, so I wouldn’t be intruding on his space quite so much.

“Why would they lie? Why would they all lie about this?” Jack ran his hand nervously through his hair.

“Why couldn’t they just tell me the truth? Is it really that hard?”

“Kinda. I’m sure Mae was really ashamed of what happened, and you didn’t remember,” I said carefully. “They probably just thought it would be easier for everyone.”

“I could’ve died!” Jack shouted, and he stopped pacing so he could look at me gravely. His soft blue eyes were sad and confused, and even if I couldn’t feel what he felt, his emotions were always clearly etched on his face. “Mae almost killed me, and she never thought it was the right thing to tell me?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “And I don’t get why I don’t remember. Everyone else remembers when they turned so vividly. Why can’t I? Did she do something to me?”

“You died, that’s why,” Peter said, startling me. He must’ve been in his room when he hear Jack yelling, and we had been too distracted to notice him coming out into the hall. I glanced back at him, then crossed my arms firmly over my chest and moved closer to the wall, away from him. Even though he wasn’t looking at me, at felt incredibly uncomfortably being around him still. “You were clinically dead for seven minutes. We weren’t even sure the transformation would take, but you’ve always had a strong heart.”

“Well, thank you so very much!” Jack said, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

“I get that you’re upset, but I think you’re making too much of this.” Peter sounded almost weary.

Unexpectedly, he walked into Jack’s room, moving much closer to me than I would’ve liked.

He barely even looked at me, but I stared down at the ground. None of this made sense.

Supposedly, Peter was trying to comfort Jack, and that made me uncomfortable, but I couldn’t say anything. Being around Peter and Jack together made me feel incredibly guilty and shy. But if I had been able to think clearly or actually speak, I would’ve been wondering when Peter started caring about Jack’s well-being. I’m know that he and Jack had once been very close, but I had never seen Peter ever say anything encouraging to Jack.

Today, at this moment, Peter suddenly decided to repair their relationship.

“Peter, I really don’t need your shit right now,” Jack said tiredly. “You’re no better than anybody else.”

“Really? Because it was my decision to save your life,” Peter looked at him evenly, and Jack lowered his gaze to the floor. “But that’s not the point. Mae was a wreck about what happened to you, and we did everything in our power to save you and take care of you. So don’t act like we don’t care.

You know she adores you.”

“Out of guilt!” Jack ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “And it doesn’t matter!

I’m not even really mad about what happened! I just can’t believe that you’d all lie to me all this time!” He sighed loudly. “But I guess I shouldn’t really have expected much different from you. You’re the most self-serving person I’ve ever met.”

“What does that mean?” Peter narrowed his eyes at him, and I was definitely getting a bad feeling about the way this conversation was going. He had come in here with actual good intentions, and while Jack had been trying to welcome that kind of thing, he couldn’t right now. But Peter was making an effort, so it really pissed him off when Jack started attacking him.

“You are so selfish! You never think about anybody else!” Jack shouted at him. “You guys didn’t want to tell me because you thought I might get upset!”

“You sure proved us wrong,” Peter replied dryly and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m mad because you lied to me! I never lie to you guys! Not ever! And I can’t believe that you would all conspire to lie to me about something so big!” Jack yelled, and the knot in the pit of my stomach only tightened. “It’s so weak and cowardly, and even though you’re a massive dick, I never thought you were that much of a coward.”

“You know, I saved your life! And I have sacrificed so much of my own happiness for you!”

Peter growled at him. “And that makes me a dick and a coward?”

“If you had to lie to do it, then yeah, it does!” Jack stared directly at Peter, and something flashed in Peter’s eyes.

“Hey, you know what? I think that, um, we should just take a breather,” I stammered desperately.

Peter had that glint in his eyes, and I knew that whatever he was thinking would not be good for me.

“So you don’t want me to ever lie to you? About anything?” Peter had a bitter smile on his lips, and it confused Jack. “That’s the only way that I can overcome being this selfish asshole who has stupidly put your wants in front of my own for the past fifteen years?”

“I hardly think you’ve done that, but yeah,” Jack did not know what Peter was getting at, but he was starting to get nervous.

“Peter, I think that Jack doesn’t know what he’s saying,” I interjected breathlessly. Jack’s eyes flitted over to me for just a second, but by then, it was too late. As soon as I said Peter’s name, Jack realized something was up.

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” Jack glared at Peter.

“Yeah? Well, then, just so I can absolve myself from all the sins I’ve done against you, like saving your life and running away to Finland so you could live in peace, I’m gonna tell you the truth.”

Peter leaned in a little bit closer to Jack and lowered his voice. “I kissed Alice. Three days ago.”

“Peter!” I shouted, because that was the only defense I had.

Peter instantly regretted it, but he didn’t apologize or back down. They just stared dimly at each other.

I think that we had both suspected some kind of reaction out of Jack, but for a minute, there was nothing. A weird buzzing feeling engulfed his emotions, and I couldn’t get a read on any of them. His face was blank, and then finally, he turned to look at me. That’s when I felt how badly it hurt him, and it was like being punched in the gut.

“Jack,” I said lamely.

“Fuck you all,” Jack looked at Peter, then back at me. “Seriously. Fuck you all.” Then he looked away from us and walked out of his bedroom.

Chapter 19

Going after Jack would not be an option. When he left, I could feel how badly I disgusted and hurt him, and it would kill me to be around that, and he wouldn’t want anything to do with me. He might never want anything to do with me again, but I had to give him time before I could talk to him. So I just stood in his room, fighting the urge to cry and throw up, and reminding myself to breathe.

“Alice, I am so sorry,” Peter said genuinely, running his hands through his hair. “I didn’t mean to say that. I never meant to tell him anything, but he-”

“Shut up!” I snapped. “Just shut up!”

Peter left me alone, and I just sat on the bed, trying to get a hold of myself. I was trembling horribly, but I managed to keep from crying or vomiting, so it was almost a win. Over and over again, I just kept telling myself that he wouldn’t leave me forever. Not over this. I had kissed Peter before, and he had gotten over it.

Admittedly, I hadn’t really been dating Jack at the time, and he had still been hurt by it. But he only hurt because he loved me, and it had just been one stupid kiss. Jack was only even reacting like this because of what happened with Mae first and then how Peter had told him. It was a rough night for him.

To occupy the time, I tried to think of how I would explain this all to Jack. When he came back, he’d want to know, and I had better have a good excuse. Unfortunately, I didn’t have one. There was no good reason for what I did with Peter. I couldn’t even explain it myself, and I had been trying for days. What I felt for Peter was nothing like I felt for Jack… but I couldn’t deny that I did feel something for Peter. As much as I had been trying to minimizing it, there was still his connection and this pull I had towards him. Maybe I would have it forever, but I had only acted on because of weak impulse control. That’s not what I could tell Jack, though. He would never be okay with that. And he was just staring to get along with Peter again! Ugh!

Why did I always have to ruin everything?

When Jack still hadn’t come back several hours later, I called and texted him. Multiple times.

But he never answered. I could hear Bobby waking up in the next room, so I decided that helping him out would be better than feeling sorry for myself and worrying about Jack. He wanted food, so I made him a sandwich and grabbed him a Diet Cherry Coke. Mae told me that she had been unable to get a hold of Jack either, and for some reason, she thought that might make me feel better.

Milo was moping about the living room, and I’d had enough of it. Grabbing him by his arm, I drug him upstairs. He complained the entire time, but he didn’t fight me that hard. I managed to get him and Bobby’s food in his room without damaging any of them. As soon as Milo saw Bobby sitting up in bed, he started crying and then ran over to him and they embraced tightly. He apologized a million times, and Bobby forgave him a million times. Just like that, they were back to normal. I hated them.

Jack still wasn’t home when Matilda and I finally passed out, but that didn’t worry me that much.

When I woke up, and he still wasn’t there, I started getting more concerned. After another thirty ignored calls from me, I decided that I had to try a different tactic. Jack was pissed at nearly everybody in the house, except for Milo and Bobby. In fact, he was ridiculously fond of them. I woke up Milo and demanded that he text Jack, just to make sure he was okay. Two minutes later, Jack replied with, “Yeah, I am okay.”

So I made Milo follow-up asking when he would be home again, but that text, Jack never answered.

I lay in bed, feeling certain that he was never coming home. He had left with a Lamorghini and credit cards with no spending limit. He never had any reason to come back. Currently, he hated and felt betrayed by almost everyone living in this house. If I were him, I’d probably run away forever too. What could he possibly still want with me? All I ever did was complicate and hurt him. He was better off without me, but selfishly, I wanted him still.

The ache I felt at being apart from him only seemed to be growing. Jack was either getting farther away, or … I don’t know. Maybe his feelings were ebbing away, and I could feel it, like a painful tear spreading down my middle. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I just stared at the ceiling, and let the pain consume me. After all, I deserved it completely. This was my fault.

“Alice?” Peter knocked on the open bedroom door, but I didn’t turn to look at him. I refused to do anything that didn’t involve being immobile and suffering.

“Go away,” I said coolly.

“You’re pissed at me, and you should be,” Peter apologized quietly. “I never should’ve said that.”

“For once, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I sighed heavily. “I never should’ve kissed you, and after I did, I should’ve told Jack about it. I screwed up.”

“I shouldn’t have let you in my room that night. Or maybe I should’ve…” He trailed off. “I probably never should’ve came back in the first place.”

“No, this is your home. I’m the one that ruined everything, but I always do.”

“No, Alice, you don’t ruin anything,” Peter took a step into the room, but I held my hand out to him.

“I need to be by myself, okay?” I still refused to look at him, but I could see him out of the corner my eye. He was debating whether or not he should actually listen to me, but finally, he nodded and left me alone.

I had wanted to ask him why he was even talking to me, but I thought it was better if I didn’t engage him in conversation. Obviously, I wanted any chance of a future with Jack, I was going to have to spend the rest of my life avoiding Peter. For the first time, I really understood why Peter was always taking off. It was impossible for us to be around each other, apparently. It was just strange that this time Jack was the one that left, and not Peter. I shivered and hoped that that didn’t signify anything.

All around, everything seemed to be falling apart. Bobby was recovering rather quickly, but Milo was still shaken up about it. They were probably the exception to the rule. Peter sulked about the house, and he tried to talk to me several times, but I always shut him down. Mae and Ezra were completely unraveling. I could hear them shouting at each other constantly, about Jack, about Daisy, about anything.

Matilda just lay by me and whined, and I buried my head under the pillow. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

“Alice?” Milo knocked on the tenuously, waking me up. It was the second night Jack had been gone, so I hadn’t really slept all that well to begin with. “Alice, wake up.”

“What’s in it for me?” I grumbled and poked my head out from under the pillow. When I saw Milo, I blinked, assuming that I was dreaming. He was wearing some kind of getup that included black angel wings and excessive amounts of eyeliner and glitter. “Okay, what the hell are you wearing?”

“It’s Halloween!” Milo smiled happily at me and walked over to the bed. Matilda growled at him, and I totally agreed at her.

“What are you supposed to be? Some kind of dark fairy?” I sat up so I could inspect his costume, but it didn’t make much sense to me. Other than being entirely black, there wasn’t any rhyme or reason to it.

“No,” Milo laughed. “I just wanted to wear wings, and black is Halloween-y. And slimming.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I didn’t know you were gay growing up,” I flopped back down on the bed.

Every holiday ever was an excuse for Milo to dress up. The signs were ridiculously obvious when I thought about it.

“You can be a little slow sometimes,” Milo agreed. “Now come on. Get out of bed and get ready.

We’re going out!”

“I can’t go out,” I said. “Jack’s not home.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve left the house without Jack before.” Milo sat down on the edge of the bed next to me. “And it’s a holiday. You can’t stay cooped up in your room forever.”

“Maybe not, but I can’t leave with Jack still gone. It doesn’t feel right,” I shook my head.

“He’ll be home soon,” Milo said without conviction. “Or maybe he won’t. I don’t really know. But either way, you can’t just stay here until he gets back.”

“I can’t go out! That’s like… I don’t know. Sacrilegious or something,” I insisted and looked over at him. “I mean, he left me here to punish me. So I should be properly punished.”

“Jack isn’t punishing you. He doesn’t punish anyone. That’s not how he works,” Milo waved off the idea. “He just needed time to clear his head, and he’s probably giving you time to clear yours too. Since you can’t seem to stop kissing his brother, I’m sure he thinks you need time to make up your mind about what you really want.”

“I have made up my mind! I want Jack!”

“Well, good, then you have time to go out with us!” Milo said brightly. “So come on! Get up! Get dressed! Let’s dance!”

“No, I really can’t,” I repeated. “Not until Jack comes back. It doesn’t feel right. I just have to stay up and wait for him.”

“What if he never comes back?” Milo asked, and I shot him a glare. “Sorry. But you know, what if it’s a really long time?”

“Then I’ll just wait forever if I have to,” I decided. “I’ll be like Snow White, and you can just put me in one of those glass cases until Jack comes and gives me true love’s kiss.”

“Oh, Snow White, that’s a good costume for you!” Milo touched my hair gently. “With your pale skin and dark hair, we could totally make that work.”

“Milo!” I groaned.

“Is she coming with?” Bobby asked, appearing in the doorway behind Milo. He was wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned down his chest, with a black vest hanging over and tight pants. I was about to guess for some kind of pirate, and then I saw the laser blaster in his belt.

“Are you Han Solo?” I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I wanted him to be Lea, but he wouldn’t go for it,” Bobby gave Milo a pouty look, and I realized I was momentarily relieved that Jack wasn’t around so he couldn’t try out that exact idea on me. Then I realized that Jack wasn’t here, and I got sad again.

“I am not going to wear a gold bikini!” Milo lamented. “Even I’m not gay enough for that!”

“So you’re like half a costume?” I asked Bobby.

“Yeah, I was gonna be Andy Warhol, but I looked really terrible with the white wig. My complexion is all wrong for it,” Bobby gestured to his skin, then an idea dawned on him and smiled wickedly at me. “Hey, if you don’t have a costume, you could always go as Princess Lea!”

“No! No way! No how!” I shook my head emphatically. “Even if I wasn’t too busy being suicidal, there is no way you can talk me into that. No gold bikini’s or cinnamon bun hair-do’s.”

“Fine. Costume or not, you really should come out with us,” Milo said, looking at me with concern.

“It’s not good for you to just lay in bed all the time like this. You’re not even watching TV or listening to music. You’re just laying in the dark. It’s not healthy.”

“I don’t care. Nothing feels right without Jack.” I smiled wanly at my brother. “I’m okay, though.

Honest. I’ll get up and do something tonight. I just… I can’t go out. But thanks for inviting me. I really appreciate it.”

“Okay,” Milo relented. “But you better be out of this bed when I get back. Or else.”

Milo smiled sadly at me before leaving with Bobby. On the sheets next to me, he left behind a trail of glitter and black feathers. I did not want to get out of bed, but I didn’t really want Jack coming back to me being a big, stinky mess, so I decided that if nothing else, I should keep up my hygiene, so he doesn’t break up with me for that. I showered, styled my hair, put on make up, and got dressed. For the sake of Halloween, I even painted my nails green. I don’t know why I went through all that trouble, but it felt like something to do.

Matilda needed to go to the bathroom, so I went downstairs to let her outside. She was the only real consolation I had. As mad as Jack might be at me and everyone else, he would never leave her behind. Not for good. While she was outside doing her thing, I glanced down the hall. The door to the den was open, and Ezra was just sitting on the computer, the screen glowing blue on his face. He was probably still sleeping on the couch in there, and I wondered if he and Mae were ever going to make up. And if they weren’t, I wondered why neither of them left.

My cell phone started ringing, and my heart skipped a beat until I realized it was Milo’s ringer and not Jack’s “Time Warp.” I briefly considered not answering it. He probably just wanted to try and talk me into coming out with him. But then again, he might be in trouble or something, so I figured I should take it.

“Hello?” I answered, and I had to hold the phone away from my ear because the music was so loud.

“Hello?” Milo shouted over the music. “Hello?”

“Milo?” I had to yell back, so he could hear me. “Milo? Where are you?”

“I’m at V!” Milo shouted, and I could barely hear Bobby saying something in the background. He was probably yelling right in Milo’s ear, but all I could make out was something about a girl going somewhere.

“You’ve got to come down here!”

“No, I already told you I’m not going,” I sighed. Matilda started barking at the French doors off the kitchen, so I went and let her in. “Thanks anyway.”

“No, I mean you really have to come down!” Milo insisted.

“She’s going in with the room with him!” Bobby shouted plaintively at Milo. “Tell her to hurry and get down here! We’ve gotta do something!”

“I’m not leaving you alone to deal with her,” Milo told Bobby, and I really wished I understood what was going on or the music behind them was quieter.

“What is going on?” I demanded.

“Jane is down here, and she looks like a corpse! For real! Not like a zombie Halloween costume or anything,” Milo said. “She looks really, really terrible, and she just went into the backrooms with that Jonathan guy she was with before. I can’t go after her and leave Bobby alone, so you need to get down here. If she doesn’t get out of her tonight, she’s probably never getting out of here.”

“This better not be some trick to get me to come out!” I said, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t. Both Milo and Bobby sounded genuinely frazzled. Besides that, I knew she was in trouble, and I hadn’t been doing enough to get to stop being a bloodwhore.

“I would never lie about something like this!” Milo yelled, and he wouldn’t. I don’t think he ever really even lied about anything.

“Fine! I’ll be there as soon as I can! Wait for me by the dance floor!” I told him, then hung up the phone. Immediately after doing so, I realized a giant flaw in my plan: I didn’t know how to drive. Then I realized that there was somebody here that always fixed everything and knew how to drive.

“Ezra!”

“Yes?” Ezra answered, and I walked to the end of the hall so I could see him. He had looked up from his computer and was staring at me. “Something is the matter?”

“Milo’s at a club, and Jane’s there. She’s a bloodwhore, and he says she’s in really bad shape.

I need to get her before something bad happens,” I looked at him hopefully. “Would you be willing drive me down there?”

“Absolutely,” Ezra hit a button on the computer and then stood up. “Milo told me that he and Bobby were going out to the clubs tonight, and Bobby was looking quite well, so I told them to have fun.”

“I think they’re having fun,” I said sourly as he met me in the hall

“At least I get to go out on Halloween,” Ezra smiled at me, and we walked towards the garage. “I haven’t done that in years.” He noticed his teasing falling flat on me, and he nodded solemnly. “We’ll get your friend out of there.” I nodded and followed him out to his Lexus. “And Jack will come home. He does love you very much.”

“I know,” I lied. “I just wish I knew where he was.”

“He’ll turn up soon,” Ezra assured me. “He’s not the kind to stray very far.”

Ezra said very little else on the car ride to V. Since we were in a hurry, he sped crazily, and I wondered if all vampires had problems with speed limits, or just these ones. Downtown was a madhouse. There were people everywhere, dressed in all sorts of wacky garments. Most of the girls’ outfits could barely count as

“clothing,” and it seemed like everyone was drunk or high or just certifiably insane.

I had to jog to keep with Ezra, and I felt weird going to the clubs with him. He was probably dressed more fashionably and appropriate for a club situation than I was, but it was weird thinking of him going clubbing. Even as attractive and as young as he looked, he never seemed like the kind of person that would frequent a place like this, and as far as I knew, he never had. Mae and Peter had used to go to V years ago, and Jack did somewhat, but nobody ever mentioned Ezra going. I was a little surprised that even knew where it was, but he probably knew where everything in the whole world was.

In the block before the club, he had to fend off several very drunk girls. I mean he literally had to push them off of him, and by the looks of the last one, she wasn’t exactly drunk. The fading pink marks on her neck made me think that was just leaving the club we were going to. A couple guys made a pass at me, and I didn’t really care, except for the fact that I was starting to get hungry. I hadn’t even really felt until we were in a crow d of people, and I wondered if this is what it would be like always.

Ezra held the door open to V for me, and the two giant bouncers were still manning their post. They nodded at Ezra and exchanged some kind of look with him. It made me wonder if he was actually acquainted with him, but I didn’t really have time to ask. Jane was in trouble, and it didn’t really matter who Ezra did or didn’t know.

The dance floor was completely packed. Michael Jackson’s hit song “Thriller” was blasting out over the stereo, and at least half of the floor was doing in the dance that went along with it. It would’ve been a sight to behold, but Milo and Bobby were waiting by the doors for us, reminding me of the business at hand.

One of Milo’s wings looked damaged, but with the floor being as crowded as it was, I was surprised that his costume had stayed as intact as it did from the dancing.

“It’s crazy here tonight!” Milo shouted over the music.

“I don’t understand how they all know the moves!” Bobby commented, watching the Thriller dancers with some fascination.

“Yeah, great. Where’s Jane?” I asked.

“In one of the backrooms,” Milo nodded across the dancehall to the vampire bar section of the club.

Blue lights flashed over head, and Ezra looked around the room with an unreadable expression. “I don’t know which one for sure, but I thought you could find her!”

“As long as she’s still alive, I probably can!” I admitted.

Milo grabbed Bobby and started making his way across the dance floor. I pushed into the crowd after him, but they were impossible to get through. Apparently, I wasn’t even as forceful as Jack.

Ezra came up behind him, and putting his arm around my waist, he started pushing our way through them.

I was strong enough to do it, but I felt bed about pushing people out of the way, even in the case of an emergency. Not that any of them seemed to mind. Humans and vampires alike seemed to enjoy being touched by Ezra a little too much.

The dim lighting and muffled sound of the bar came as a huge relief. Even in here, it was incredibly packed. Usually there were just a handful of couples of, but tonight, every available surface was covered with vampires feeding on people or making with each other. There were even two vampires lying on the bar in the corner, grinding up against each other in a very provocative fashion. Milo, Bobby, Ezra, and I stood out for the simple fact that we were standing and weren’t sucking off somebody’s face.

“Which hall did she go down?” I asked Milo quietly. There were seven different hallways that went off the main bar, and I’m not even sure how many rooms are down each hall. I went down one before, and it seemed to go on forever. A cold chill went over me as I realized that there were nearly an infinite amount of places that Jane could be hiding with her vampire boyfriend.

“I think that one,” Milo pointed to one on the far side of the room.

“Are you sure?” Bobby squinted. The red lights in here weren’t the best for his eyesight. “I thought it was the one just to the left of that.”

“You’ve got be kidding me,” I groaned.

“Ezra Townsend!” Olivia squealed, and pushed an unconscious girl onto the floor. She moaned a little when she hit her head on the floor, but that was the only sign she gave that she was still alive. Olivia’s tight leather uniform seemed much more appropriate with the Halloween crowd, and she was smiling widely at Ezra in her usual drugged out way. I expected him to look appalled by her, but instead, he smiled back at her, and when she reached him, they actually hugged. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Likewise,” Ezra agreed when they stopped hugging. This was the most shocking display I had ever seen Ezra perform, and I glanced at Milo and Bobby to see them gaping at him too.

“It really has been too long,” Olivia touched his arm and laughed. “I didn’t even know you were still in the area! I thought you’ve would’ve left years ago.”

“Well, I tried, but the wife has roots down here,” Ezra shrugged. The wife? I had never heard him call Mae his wife ever, and it seemed particularly strange given their current circumstance.

“She’s not-” Olivia looked at me distrustfully for the time.

“No, no, Alice isn’t mine. She’s my brother Jack’s,” Ezra explained, and Olivia nodded and smiled again at me.

“I was gonna say. She’s a little tart, isn’t she?” Olivia was looking at me in a way that would’ve made me blush if I wasn’t busy trying to figure out how we’d find Jane if Milo and Bobby couldn’t decide what hall she went down.

“Perhaps,” Ezra looked at me, and I was pleased to see it was affectionate. I think I had been kind of expecting him to hate me after all the trouble I was causing between Jack and Peter, but Ezra didn’t seem to be one to hold a grudge either.

“You should’ve told me you were with Ezra!” Olivia exclaimed and touched my arm. “I would’ve given you the special treatment.” I had a feeling she was already giving me special treatment, but I just smiled.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you two knew each other,” I said. I wanted to not be talking to them anymore, but I wanted Ezra to help me, and I didn’t want to be rude to her. After all, she had helped me out a couple times.

“That’s just like Ezra,” Olivia rolled her eyes. “He never talks about his past.”

“I don’t mean to be rude, but we’ve got a missing friend,” Milo interjected, saving me from some long, semi-drunken conversation. Olivia might not be able to drink alcohol, but she drank more blood than a vampire needed too, leaving her act and feel rather drunk.

“Same one as before?” Olivia raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, and we’ve got to find her. So, if you’ll excuse us.” Milo had Bobby’s hand in one hand and he took mine in the other. Olivia nodded at us as we started making our escape, but Ezra stayed with her. I wanted to have him come with us, but he was nearby, and he was catching up with an old friend.

“So you know which hall it is?” I asked as Milo drug me to the other side of the room.

“Nope, but it’s got to be one of these two halls.” Milo let go of my hand, but he still hung onto Bobby’s. In another circumstance, it would’ve been a very funny sight to see a black glittery fairy leading a rather short Han Solo by the hand.

They were leading the way, but once we were in the hall, they slowed down considerably.

Milo didn’t really know how to track Jane, not as well as I did anyway, but it was going to be impossible.

There were too many people tonight. Everything smelled like blood, and I was incredibly impressed with my current level of self control. My stomach burned a little bit, and I was really thirsty, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. It did, however, make it hard to distinguish different scents and sounds. Blood overpowered everything else.

I was about to give up on the whole thing when I finally got something. I froze in the middle of the hall, and Bobby bumped into me. It was too dark for him to see that I had stopped moving.

Very faintly, I could smell her perfume. Her blood wasn’t as distinct to me as I thought it would be, but her perfume was.

“It’s this one,” I whispered, gesturing to the door in front of us. After the way Jonathan had reacted the last time we busted in on him with Jane, I figured that Milo should take the necessary precautions. He moved in front of Bobby, putting himself between him and any possible attack.

This time, I decided against busting in. Very slowly, I turned the knob and pushed the door open.

Jonathan didn’t even hear us because he was feeding on Jane. He knelt on the bed, her body hanging limp in his arms, and he was gnawing on her neck. It wasn’t the gentle bites that Olivia always gave her girlfriends, or like the ones I’m sure Milo gave Bobby. This was intensely animalistic, reminding me of the shark attacks I watched on TV. Jane appeared completely unconscious, and when I listened for heartbeat, I couldn’t hear one. Only the sounding of his, pounding strong and fast.

Without thinking, I flew at him. I had the upper hand of a surprise attack, but that’s not why I did it.

He was killing her, and I had to stop him while there was still time, if there was still time. I jumped onto his back, and he snarled and threw Jane to the ground. It would’ve been easier for him to just drop on the bed, but her purposely chucked her away, like a piece of garbage. I wrapped my arms around his neck, but he reached back and grabbed me by my hair. He lifted me by it, and I screamed because it hurt like hell. I kicked and clawed at him, but he threw me against the wall.

“Milo, get Jane!” I commanded. As long as I was holding off Jonathan, Milo should be sneaking her out.

The pain stopped instantly. Hitting the wall hurt, but it was over right away, and I was back on my feet. I dove at him again, punching and clawing at him. I had never been in a fight before, so I was just doing whatever I could think of. Theoretically, I should be really fast and strong, but I did not feel like it. He blocked every move before I even made it, and when I was resorting to simply scratching and kicking, he held me tightly to him, so I couldn’t move.

“Drop the meat!” Jonathan roared at Milo, and I looked over at him. Milo had carefully picked Jane up off the floor, but he didn’t want to leave me alone with Jonathan.

“Get out of here!” I shouted. I didn’t really want him to leave me, because I had a feeling that I couldn’t win this fight, but this was his only chance to save Jane. “Go!”

Milo was indecisive, and Bobby stood in the hallway right out the door, looking pale and afraid. I was still struggling against Jonathan, but not really accomplishing much. He apparently tired of the stand off, and in a ridiculous move, he suddenly bite into my shoulder. I yelped, and I could feel the blood flowing hot and strange from the wound, but he didn’t drink from me. He easily could’ve bitten my throat and caused real damage, but he was doing this just to hinder and annoy me. Losing blood weakened me, and I wasn’t that strong of a fighter to start with.

“Alice!” Milo shouted, and I could tell he really considered discarding Jane to save me. As it was, he had never really been that fond of her to start with.

“Drop the girl!” Jonathan snarled, and threw me to the ground. My shoulder had already stopped hurting, and it was just tingling from healing, but I could feel the blood seeping out of me. It was an incredibly nauseating feeling.

“Run, Milo!” I insisted, and Jonathan turned back to glare at me.

He was standing right be me, where I was laying on the ground, and then an idea occurred to me. He kicked me, and I let him, and Bobby shouted at me to get up. If Jane weren’t completely unconscious, Milo probably would’ve handed her to Bobby and helped me himself, but he couldn’t, and that was just as well. As soon as Jonathan turned back to Milo, I moved forward and bit into his ankle as hard as I could. I tore through his Achilles tendon, and Jonathan screamed in pain and fell back on the ground.

Even though the pain would stop soon, the damaged ligament would slow him down considerably.

I got to my feet as quickly as possible, but Jonathan grabbed me. I stomped on his hand before he would get to the chance to bite me the way I had done him, and he hissed at me but wouldn’t let go. He was bearing his teeth at me like he was some kind of animal, so I kicked him hard in the face. At the same time, he pulled my leg, so I fell back onto the ground, and Jonathan laughed. His mouth was full of blood from me kicking him, and some of it sprayed on me. The worst part was that all the blood still smelled like Jane, so I kicked him the mouth again. He finally let go of me, and I scrambled to my feet.

Milo had started setting Jane down on the bed, preparing to help me fight of Jonathan, but he finally seemed to be incapacitated. I rushed over to help Milo pick Jane up, even though he wouldn’t need any help.

She was little more than skin and bones, and I was pretty sure that even Bobby could’ve cared her without any trouble. Her throat was torn open, and Jonathan had really gone to town on it when he had bit her. It was like a dog bite or something like that, and not the usual small incision vampires made.

I swallowed back vomit and lifted her up in my arms. I couldn’t feel a pulse, and her head and limbs just dangled. Milo stared down at with a look of dull horror. If she was still alive, she wouldn’t be for much longer. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement, and Bobby did a sharp intake of breath. I looked up instantly, but it was already too late.

Jonathan had Bobby in his clutches.

Chapter 20

Milo lunged off after them, into the hall where I couldn’t see anything. I wanted to throw Jane on the bed, but if she was dying, I didn’t want that to be the move that killed her. All I could hear was the sound of growling and flesh hitting flesh and Bobby screaming. Finally I decided that saving Jane’s life wasn’t worth my brother or Bobby dying, so I started to set her on the bed.

“Sorry, Jane.” I pushed her short hair off her forehead, and she felt completely cold under my touch.

I got to the hall the same time as Ezra. I’m not sure how well the fight between Milo and Jonathan had been going, but Ezra flew in and grabbed Jonathan by the throat and pinned him back against the concrete wall. Milo’s costume was in tatters and he was out of breath, and he just stood across from Jonathan, glaring at him. Jonathan started fighting against Ezra, but then Olivia appeared behind Ezra, and he completely stopped.

“Enough,” Ezra boomed, and let go of his throat. Jonathan licked the blood from his lips and straightened out his clothing. My mouth had blood on it from when I’d bit him, and I wiped at with the back of my hand. I could almost taste it, but I refused to. It was Jane’s blood, and I didn’t want any of it.

“I don’t want to see you around here anymore,” Olivia said, and her voice sounded much more commanding than I knew it could be. “Is that clear?”

Jonathan didn’t say anything. He just looked at the ground and started hobbling down the hall.

Apparently, his tendon hadn’t healed yet. I couldn’t quite figure out why he’d listened to Olivia, but I didn’t have time to think about.

“Are you okay?” Milo knelt on the ground next to Bobby. He was half-sitting, half-laying against the wall, and he was bleeding, but I’m not sure from where. He nodded, and I could tell he was fighting back tears, but otherwise he was alright.

In reality, I would’ve like to stay and make sure they were both okay, but I knew I had to get Jane. I ran back in the room and scooped her up in my arms. There was in improvement or change in her, but I tried not to let that scare the hell out of me. She hung in my arms like a rag doll, and her sheer, tiny little dress revealed all her ribs, and I could feel her spine under my arms. The wound on her neck had started clotting, which meant there had to be some life, but that was the only sign of life I had.

“That’s your friend?” Ezra looked in the room at her, and his expression was grim.

“Yeah. Can you help her?” I held her out towards him, like I was a small child and she were a broken toy I expected him to fix. Tears swam in my eyes, but he gave no real answer.

“We’ll take her back to the house,” Ezra said simply. Gingerly, he took her from my arms, and I felt better just knowing that he had her. In my mind, he was positively magic.

“Take the back way out,” Olivia suggested when she saw Jane. “You remember how to get there?”

“Yes. Thank you for all your help,” Ezra said.

“Anytime,” Olivia smiled at me. “You take care of yourself, though. And how about next time I see, you try and stay out of trouble?”

“I’ll try,” I nodded, but I was already walking down the hall, following Ezra. Milo and Bobby came more slowly behind us. Milo tried carrying Bobby, but he kept insisting that it wasn’t necessary, even though it kind of was.

When we left the club, the alley around us was thankfully deserted, and Ezra had clearly planned a head because he had parked right next to it. He commanded Milo and Bobby to go straight home, and we’d meet them there. Carefully, he laid Jane in the backseat of the Lexus, and I climbed in back with her, resting her head on my lap. Very slowly, her neck wound was healing, and I could feel her breath coming out faintly.

Somewhere in there, she was still alive.

“Why’d he bite her neck like that?” I asked, more to myself than Ezra. I brushed her hair back, trying to get the blood out from it, and held back tears. “Was he trying to kill her?”

“Not exactly,” Ezra said quietly and looked at me in the rearview mirror. “He was trying to get more blood, and she was running out.” I sniffled and looked back down at her. Her lips were dry and chapped, and she had always put lip-gloss on religiously. “Are you okay? Did that vampire hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine.” I glanced back at my shoulder, and it was almost entirely healed. My shirt was ripped badly, and I had blood all staining it, but I had blood on my arms and the front of my shirt from Jane anyway.

This outfit was a total loss. “What about you? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I am.” Ezra didn’t appear to have a mark on him, but he had come in for just the last minute of the fight. Although, I couldn’t help but wonder if it would’ve gone on longer if he hadn’t had Olivia with him.

“Why did that vampire seem so afraid of Olivia? She doesn’t seem that scary to me,” I said.

Most of the time, Olivia seemed to drunk and hazy to be anything but harmless. But this had been the second time she’d saved my life, so perhaps I was underestimating her.

“Well, for one thing, that’s her club, and for another, she used to be a vampire hunter,” Ezra said.

“Although, she tries to keep it quiet on both accounts.”

“Wait. What?” I looked incredulously at him. “She owns the club, and she’s a vampire hunter?

But she is a vampire! That doesn’t make any sense!”

“People can’t possibly take down a vampire, not with a wooden stake or an uzi,” Ezra explained.

“You could barely hold your own against one, and you are a vampire. So the only ones that can possibly police are others vampires. We don’t have a real system of laws in place, but every now and then, vampires get too renegade, and someone needs to be called in. That someone used to be Olivia, but she retired years ago, and bought the club.”

“Why do I feel like you’re making this up?” I asked skeptically.

“Because Olivia is easily underestimated, but that’s part of her strength,” Ezra said. “She’s one of the strongest and oldest vampires I’ve ever met. I think she must be… nearly six hundred years old.” He looked at me in the rearview mirror. “And she’s taken quite the liking to you.”

I might have found that more amusing, but Jane made a sound in my lap. Ezra sped up, probably deciding that there might actually be hope for her, and we raced back home. He carried her into the house, shouting for Mae as soon as we got in the door. For the second time in a matter of days, Ezra’s expertise with blood was called into action.

Much to Peter’s chagrin, Ezra kicked him out of his room, and Mae and Ezra went about making Jane comfortable in there. I tried to help, but I was too upset to be useful, so they sent me downstairs. Milo was in the main bathroom, tending to Bobby’s lacerations, and I went in under the guise of helping, but really, I wanted a distraction. He had a few minor scratched across his chest and shoulders, and a bite wound on the back of his neck. The bite was already healing, thanks to vampire saliva which apparently had healing properties, but it didn’t look like it had been that bad in the first place. Still, that was the wound that concerned Milo the most. He had washed off all the rest of them, but he started cleaning off Bobby’s neck with peroxide. I sat on the edge of the bathroom tub, and watched them battle it out.

“Ow!” Bobby winced. He sat on the bathroom counter with his head tilted over the sink as Milo scrubbed mercilessly at the swollen bite mark on the back of his neck. The peroxide fizzled white, and Milo rubbed at with a damp rag. “That really stings!”

“It needs to be clean,” Milo said through gritted teeth.

“I don’t really think it’s that dirty,” Bobby grimaced. “You bit me all the time, and you never scrubbed at them like this.” Milo didn’t say anything, and Bobby had finally tired of it, so he pulled away from Milo.

“It’s clean enough.”

“No, I don’t think it is!” Milo protested and tried to reach up for Bobby’s neck again, but Bobby grabbed his wrist and stopped him. Milo could easily overpower him, and he looked like he was seriously considering it, but he didn’t. His eyes were pained and he frowned darkly at him. “Please.

Just let me clean it a little bit more.”

“Milo! No! It hurts, and it didn’t hurt until you started messing with it!” Bobby still held onto Milo’s wrist because if he let go, Milo would immediately start cleaning his neck again. He was completely determined.

“That’s because I’m getting all his saliva out!” Milo pushed Bobby’s hand back so he could reach for it, but Bobby jerked back in the corner and pressed his back against the mirror so Milo couldn’t reach it.

“Bobby! Just let me clean it!” He was whining again, and I just stared at them with wide eyes.

If he got any more aggressive about this, I’d probably have to intervene on behalf of Bobby, and that seemed pretty wacky.

“You still smell like him, and I have to get it out!”

“No!” Bobby shouted fiercely. “You’ll just have to deal with it! I just got attacked by a vampire, and I’m feeling bad enough without you clawing out the back of my neck!”

“Fine.” Milo sighed and threw the bloody rag in the sink, then he seemed to have a change of heart.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. You had a really bad night, and I’m just glad you’re alive and that you still want to put up with me.” Ashamed of his behavior, Milo stared down at the sink.

“I’ll always want to be with you,” Bobby smiled at him and gently touched his face. Milo lifted his hid and they kissed, just long enough for me to feel embarrassed that I was in the same room with them. I cleared my throat loudly, and Milo blushed a little when they stopped.

“Sorry about that.” Milo dried the cuts on Bobby’s chest and shoulder so he could apply some giant sized Band-Aids. Mae had bought up them last summer after Matilda had jumped on me and gave me a nasty cut across my thigh, and fortunately, there were still plenty left over.

“So all those scratches, those are from Jonathan’s fingernails?” I nodded at Bobby’s chest.

“Yeah, I think so,” Bobby said, watching as Milo bandaged a particularly nasty one that ran down his collarbone. Hopefully, none of them would leave scars, or they would damage his tattoos.

“That’s weird. Clawing at you seems like such a girlie thing to do,” I wrinkled my nose. Sure, that is how I had fought against Jonathan, but I was a girl, and I was openly a terribly fighter.

“Maybe, but our fingernails are more like claws,” Milo said absently. “It’s a weapon we have, so why not use it?”

It wasn’t until he said something that I looked down at my own nails. Before I had turned, I had bit them all the time, but I lost the urge. They were longer than I had ever had them before, but I hadn’t really thought about them being stronger. I tested one out on my arm and winced. They were strong like tiger claws or something, but thankfully, they didn’t look like them.

Milo and Bobby continued talking, getting more flirty and lovey, so I tuned them out. Milo had gotten awfully freaked and possessive because Jonathan had bit Bobby, and he hadn’t even drank his blood or anything. It surprised me a little because Milo had never been the possessive type, but I suppose that had nothing to do with he was as a person. It was all part of being a vampire, but I had never gone through it because nobody else had ever bitten Jack since we’d been together. Or at least that I know of. I had no idea what he was doing now. For all I know, someone could be biting him. Lots of someones could, or he could be biting lots of people. He could be doing anything, and I had no idea when or if he would ever be back.

After Milo finished getting Bobby cleaned up, they went back up to his room so they could change out of their costumes, and Milo needed to wash off all his make up still. Ezra and Mae were still up in Peter’s room with Jane, so I sat on the steps and waited for someone to tell me what was going on.

The night seemed to drag on forever, but finally, Ezra descended the stairs towards me.

“How is she?” I got to my quickly but held onto the wall, bracing myself for bad news.

“I don’t know,” Ezra shook his head, and sometimes, I wished he was the kind of guy that didn’t always have to give it me straight. Sometimes, it would be nice to get things sugar coated.

“She’s been doing this for too long. Part of the reason her bite looked so terrible was because she had scar tissue building up. He had to gnaw through it to get to her veins.”

“Oh my gosh!” I gasped, feeling disgusted.

“But the good news is that she hadn’t actually lost as much blood as I’d originally thought,” Ezra gave me a weak smile. “I didn’t give her any blood, although we did give her IV fluids.”

“You have IV fluids just laying about?” I wrinkled my nose at him.

“In a houseful of vampires and the occasional human, someone is going to lose too much blood eventually, and its best to be prepared,” Ezra explained. “Your friend is resting now, but only time will tell how well she will do. Mae is giving her vitamins and plenty of water, and that’s the best we can do.”

“Why didn’t you give her a transfusion? Wouldn’t that have fixed her right up?” I asked.

“No. Like I said, she’s been doing this too long,” Ezra said gravely. “Her blood wouldn’t mix or coagulate right with fresh blood. She has too much vampire saliva in her, messing with how her body, and that’s thanks in part to how much the vampire had to tear into her. Fortunately, that might actually be to her benefit. Our saliva can be very helpful in the healing process, and I have a feeling that the only thing that has been keeping her alive the past few days is how much she has in her system.”

“So the fact that she’s getting bit too often is killing her and saving her life?” I looked at him dubiously.

“So it would seem,” Ezra sighed. “You can go up and see her if you like, but she’s unconscious.”

“Unconscious like sleeping or unconscious like coma?”

“Only time will tell,” Ezra answered sadly.

“Really?” I had been asking more as a lark, but if there was a possibility that she could really be comatose, it didn’t seem right that we were just keeping her in an upstairs bedroom.

“Shouldn’t we get her to the hospital or something? They have equipment and machines and all kinds of things!”

“If I thought there was anything they could do for her that we couldn’t, I would’ve already taken her there. She just needs to rest and rebuild her blood.” Every time Ezra said anything, he sounded like he was an expert on the subject. His voice was deep and firm, and his accent made him endearing. But right now, I had to question his judgment.

“No offense, but you’re not a doctor! How can you possibly know? They have so much stuff there, and if she’s dying, they can put her on life support!” I shouted.

“She’s not dying, not yet, but if you think she would be better suited at a hospital, or she would be happier living out the rest of her existence on life support, I will take her there,” Ezra said, not unkindly. “But I have spent most of the past 300 years trying to keep the human victims of vampires alive. I doubt highly that anybody at the hospital can make that same claim, but yes, they do have more advanced medical equipment than I do.”

“I understand,” I looked down at the steps, feeling somewhat embarrassed about questioning him.

He wasn’t upset about it, and I was perfectly justified, so I swallowed it down. “As long as she’s stable now, I say we leave her here. But I reserve the right to take to her the hospital if her condition worsens.”

“You’ve always had that right, whether it worsened or not.” Ezra gently touched my shoulder, trying to comfort me and alleviate my inappropriate shame. “Why don’t you go see her?”

Truthfully, I was probably arguing with him just to avoid seeing her. Ezra would always do what was best for everyone, and I knew that. If he couldn’t take care of Jane her, he wouldn’t have brought her back.

But I didn’t want to see her, knowing how sick and frail she looked. Jane had often been superficial and a bitch, but she was always powerful. She carried herself with grace and purpose, and the last thing she’d ever want anyone to see is her being weak and small.

Slowly, I pushed open the door to Peter’s room, and I felt guilty for even going in there, but that was leftovers from kissing him. In his huge bed, Jane looked even smaller. Mae sat next to her, monitoring her pulse and blood pressure, all by ear and touch. Jane was just a thin little line down the center of the bed. Her arms were over the covers, and they were literally nothing but skin and bone. Her normally manicured nails were broken and chipped horribly. A bandage was over the bite mark on her neck, so at least I didn’t have to see that again. Her hair was still short, but her roots were showing and she had split ends.

Jane wasn’t even making time for hair appointments anymore. Mae had changed her out of her designer dress to put her in more comfortable pajamas, and left her dress discarded at the end of the bed. It looked dirty and faded. The only thing in life that had ever really mattered to Jane was her appearance, and she had completely let it go.

Mae tried to say a few comforting things to me, but there was nothing that could really make me feel any better about this. When I saw her at the club last week, I should’ve just dragged her away, no matter how much she fought me. Or better yet, I never should’ve told her about vampires, or let her see Milo after he turned. If Milo had never bit her, if she’d never found it, if she’d never even met me. I know I wasn’t the one that made her go to the club night after night, looking for a fix, but I had set this course of events in motion.

If had a made a different decision any number of times, she wouldn’t be here, knocking on death’s door.

I stood at the end of the bed, just watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Every time she exhaled, it felt like forever before she breathed in again, and it was an eternity between heartbeats. Every second she was alive, I was certain it would be her last. I barely even noticed when Peter came in the room.

That’s how hard I was concentrating on Jane.

“Sorry. I just came into grab a few things,” Peter said apologetically, and hurried into his bathroom.

Since Jane had taken over his room, he was gonna sleep on the couch tonight, and if he was getting ready for bed, it meant that it was getting pretty late.

“You should probably go get some rest yourself,” Mae suggested. “I’ll stay with Jane and make sure she’s alright. It won’t do her in good if you stay up all day exhausting yourself.”

“You’ll let me know if something happens?” I chewed my lip. For some reason, I thought that when I stopped watching her, that’s when she’d stop breathing.

“I’m just across the hall from you,” Mae smiled at me. “She’ll be just fine, love. I can feel it.”

Reluctantly, I went out into the hall and gently shut the bedroom door behind me. I stood right outside the door, listening for a minute, and when her heart kept beating, I started to believe that maybe she wasn’t going to die right then. I let out a sigh of relief that sounded suspiciously like a sob, and then I took another deep breath to try to keep back the tears. Peter came out of his room behind me and almost bumped into me, since I hadn’t bothered to take a step away from the door yet.

“Oh, Alice, sorry!” Peter apologized and put his hand on my back gently, as if I was stumbling and needed him to stabilize me.

“No, no, it’s okay.” I shook my head and swallowed hard

“Are you alright?” Peter lowered his head, trying to look me in the eyes, but I just looked away.

“Yeah, no, everything’s great.” I forced a smile, and my vision started to blur from the tears.

“I mean, why wouldn’t it? I almost got my best friend killed, and my brother’s boyfriend. Not to mention, I have no idea where my own boyfriend is because I drove him away. But yeah, everything is just great!” Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I quickly wiped them away.

“What happened to Jane isn’t your fault,” Peter said quietly.

“Yes it is! I’m the one who introduced her to vampires!” I gestured widely to the hallway.

“Everything I touch gets destroyed! I mean, you had this stable family, and I came in, and I’m just tearing it apart! You and Jack, and now Mae and Ezra are splitting up, and I know that’s not directly my fault, but it is! It’s my fault by association! I’m the harbinger of doom!”

I expected Peter to tell me that I was being melodramatic, and just to knock it off and go to bed. Or at the very least to tell me in a very condescending way that none of that was my fault. Even I knew it was pretty egotistical to assume that the only bad things that happened in life happened because of me.

But instead he looked at me with the utmost sympathy and affection. I had never seen him look so gentle, and whenever he softened, he was almost blindly attractive.

When he reached out and pulled me into his arms, I knew that I should pull away, but I didn’t really have the strength for it. He held me to him, and I buried my face in his chest. Right then, I just wanted to sob, and I wanted someone to hold me. Peter’s arms were wonderfully strong and gentle, and it felt so good and safe that I almost lost myself in them.

“Honestly, Alice, everything is going to be alright,” Peter murmured into my hair.

“I wish I could believe you,” I whispered. My tears were calming down, but I left my head pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Peter!” Ezra suddenly boomed, sounding as if he was standing directly at the bottom of the stairs.

He broke whatever moment I had been having with Peter, and I realized how incredibly inappropriate and dangerous it was to let him hug me, even if I needed a hug. I pulled away from him and looked at the ground. Peter seemed disappointed, but he didn’t say anything. He just turned and went downstairs to see what Ezra wanted, and I slunk back to Jack’s room.

Matilda’s was laying on Jack’s bed, looking very sad, and I climbed in bed next to her. I rested my head on her back and ran my fingers through her thick white fur. She whimpered a little, and I knew that she missed him too. But there was nothing I could do about it. Although, I was starting to think it was maybe for the best that he left. Clearly, I wasn’t good enough for him.

Mae woke me up a few hours later. I sat up with a start, but she smiled wanly at me in the dark. “Jane is awake.”

Chapter 21

Jane didn’t look any better, and she didn’t seem entirely alert. Mae had helped prop her up with a couple pillows. Her eyes were dull blue, almost glassy, and her expression was completely blank. She didn’t look happy to be alive or angry to be alive, but she watched me with kind of a subdued fascination. I think it was still hard for to get used to the idea that I was prettier than her, even when I’d just woken up and covered in white dog hair.

“Hey,” I said. I stood awkwardly off to the side of the bed and pushed a dark strand of hair behind my ears. “How you feeling?”

“How does it look like I’m feeling?” Jane asked me directly.

“Oh, she’s doing just fine,” Mae said before I could reply. She sat down on the edge of Jane’s bed. A glass of water with a straw in sat on the nightstand, and Mae handed it to Jane. She didn’t really look interested in taking it, giving Mae a bored look, but she did anyway, taking a long drink.

“She’s been through a lot lately.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said. Mae pushed the hair of Jane’s forehead, and I didn’t appreciate the way she was fawning all over her. Jane did need extra care, but I didn’t like the way Mae was making me feel like I was incompetent.

“You don’t know anything. We haven’t spoken in months,” Jane snapped icily, glaring at me.

Why she was glaring at me? It wasn’t my idea to stop talking to her.

“That’s not my fault!” I was indignant. “I tried calling and texting you a million times! You were the one who didn’t want to talk to me!”

“Yeah! Because you turned into a vampire!” Jane sat up straighter in the bed, and Mae looked annoyed that I was upsetting her.

“You don’t need to get worked up,” Mae said gently, taking the water from Jane before she spilled it all over the bed.

“So what if I’m a vampire?” I countered, ignoring Mae entirely. “You seemed just fine spending so much time with them that it almost killed you!”

“Yeah because they were fun and they had something to offer me! You’re the most boring immortal on the whole planet! I mean, look at you!” Jane gestured to me with a skinny arm. “You’re wearing a blink 182 tee shirt and sweat pants!” I looked down at my clothes, pulling a ball of Matilda’s hair off my band tee shirt.

“It’s pajamas!” I crossed my arms defensively over my chest anyways. Then I pointed to her.

“Did you see what you were wearing to the club tonight? Your dress was dirty and covered in stains!”

“I hadn’t had a chance to change,” Jane dropped her eyes.

“Girls!” Mae shouted. “You really need to calm down! Jane doesn’t need all this excitement.”

“Whatever.” Jane rubbed her eyes. “Can I just get my clothes and get out of here?”

“You can’t go anywhere, love,” Mae told her gently. “You’re sick. You need to get well, first.”

“And I can’t get well at home?” Jane tried to sound angry, but she was already relenting and leaning back in the bed. “Does Jonathan know I’m here?”

“Um, kinda,” I exchanged a look with Mae. “Did you tell her how she got here?”

“I told her that you found her at the club, and she was in bad shape.” Mae once again deftly avoided the truth, and I was wondering how often she lied to us.

“He won’t be happy when he finds out I’m here.” Jane wasn’t threatening us, and from the look she gave Mae, I’d say she was actually just trying to protect us. Her “boyfriend” definitely had an anger management problem, but I already knew that.

“We know, but we wanted you to be safe,” I said, looking at her evenly.

I didn’t really understand the animosity between us, except that she had always kinda been a bitch, but I wanted to get past it. She had been living a reckless, dangerous life, and I wanted to help her change that, and maybe get back to being friends again. It would be neat to be friends with someone that didn’t live in the same house as me. Although, she probably would be living here, at least for a little while.

“I understand.” Jane picked at her chipped nail polish and stared down at it for a minute, then she smiled wanly at me. “You look really good. Your hair is longer.”

“Yeah, our hair grows really fast.” I played with a strand of my hair and smiled back at her.

“You look… Okay, I’m can’t lie. You look pretty bad right now.”

“I know,” Jane laughed. “I guess really got caught up in everything and didn’t realize what I was doing.” She shrugged her bony shoulders. “But I’m here now. So I guess that’s something, right?”

We talked for a few more minutes, but she was obviously getting tired. Mae sent me away, saying that Jane needed her rest. It had been awhile since I had been bit, but I remembered being exhausted for days afterward. Jane had to be stronger than I was just to be able to sit up and talk.

As soon as the sunset, I enlisted Milo to make a run to the store with me. We picked up groceries for Jane, namely things heavy in fat and red meat, and energy boosters, like Red Bull and vitamins. Before we left I went to see if there was anything in particular she’d like to eat, and she said no, but requested we get her some hair dye. When we got back, Milo made her food, and she came downstairs to eat it.

Bobby joined her, and she seemed semi-interested in him until she found out that he was gay and dating Milo.

Then he became almost a nonentity to her. It was good see the old Jane back in action.

Half-way through her steak (which seemed unnecessarily rare, even by my standards, but Milo was the chef), Peter decided to make an appearance. It wasn’t really intentional. He had been back in the den, working with Ezra on some kind of business thing, and he wanted to go up to his room to grab a shower.

Unfortunately, as soon as Jane saw him, she locked her lasers on him. Naturally, he ignored her, but she almost tripped over herself trying to get up after him. Milo managed to assure her that Peter was completely off limits, but that probably only made her want him more. Still, she seemed to realize that she wasn’t up to getting a new suitor just yet, so she let him go without chasing him down.

Jane downed about ten Red Bull, then went upstairs. Mae was reluctant to let her out of her sight, but Mae needed to eat and shower herself. I finally convinced her that Jane would be safe in my hands, even though I was starting to feel a bit of thirst myself. Jane wasn’t that appetizing because she didn’t have very healthy blood, and what she did have was tainted by another vampire’s scent. Still, I knew I’d have to eat before I went to bed.

“So, I don’t really understand,” Jane said. She was strolling through my closet, looking for clothes to borrow since I stupidly hadn’t thought to stop and pick her up. Fortunately, I had a new and approved wardrobe, and for the first time in our friendship, I had clothes that she actually approved of.

“What’s not to understand about clothes?” I sat down on the small bench by the shoe rack.

It was overwhelming being in this room, surrounded by all of Jack’s things. I had to go in here every day to get clothes, but I hurried out as quickly as I could. Now it was all Converse and tee shirts, so I lay back on the bench so I could stare up at the ceiling instead of his clothing.

“Half of this closet are Jack’s things,” Jane touched one of his shirts. “But nobody’s made any mention of him since I’ve been here. Where is he?”

“I don’t know.” My phone was in my hand, and I looked down at the screen, willing him to call me.

Of course, he didn’t. I hadn’t tried calling or texting him today, but I was hoping that give him some space would make him come home. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Jane had moved on to leafing through my clothes, and she looked at me sharply. “Aren’t you two like in love or something ridiculous like that?”

“Something like that,” I muttered and lay my phone facedown on my belly, so it couldn’t taunt me anymore. “We got in a fight, and he left.”

“What’d you fight about? Who left the lid off the toothpaste?” Jane asked dryly.

She had never been much for modesty, so when she found something she liked, she just took off her top. She’d been wearing an oversized tee shirt, and she had kicked off the pants a long time ago. While she straightened out my dress to put it on, she stood there, dressed only in an lime green panties, but at least they were bikini cut and not a thong. Her spine stood out rigidly, but I looked away before I could think too much of it.

“No. It was a little more serious than that,” I sighed. Peter’s emerald eyes flashed in my mind, and I shook my head.

“I can’t imagine you doing anything serious,” she said absently. Her focus was on her reflection in the mirror, modeling the strapless cocktail she’d slipped on. Even though I had lost weight, so had she, so my clothes were still too big on her. I’d say they were too short too, since Jane was still two inches taller than me and the hem fell way above her knee, but that was probably just right for her. “What do you think of the dress?”

“It’s great,” I lied. For once, I’d look better in something than she did. Her shoulder blades stuck out like wings, and the top was made for a larger chest, so it was drooping weird in the front.

“Do you have any heels to go with these?” Jane turned, admiring herself from a different angle in the mirror. “Every good dress needs a good shoe.”

“Somewhere, probably. Dig around.” I gestured to the expansive shoe racks.

“So what did you do that made Prince Charming run away?” Jane wasn’t quite ready to dig for shoes yet, and instead returned to the task of stealing my clothes.

“Kissed Peter.” I closed my eyes and grimaced.

Instantly after I said it, I don’t know why I told her the truth. It wasn’t something I was proud of, and it would probably be better for me if she never found out. But since it had happened, I hadn’t really been able to talk to anyone about it. Milo had said very little on the subject, mostly because he’d been too wrapped up in Bobby drama, and Mae and Ezra had never mentioned it. Besides that, Jane was really the only friend I had.

Everyone else was family. Or Bobby.

“What?” Jane wheeled on me, her eyes wide. She was interested in what I saying for the first time.

“You kissed Peter? That really incredibly foxy guy I saw earlier? You kissed him? I mean, I didn’t even realize that was an option!”

“It’s not.” I shook my head. “It was just a stupid mistake. I don’t even really know why I did it.”

“I do. That boy is irresistible.” Jane looked wistful thinking of him. “If I were you, I’d say good riddance to Jack and move onto this other boy.”

“I don’t want to move on to him!” Too late, I realized that telling Jane was a really bad idea.

I sat up and shook my head again. “I love Jack, and I want to be with him. Peter was an accident.”

“Okay. Fine, I believe you,” Jane said dubiously. She kept staring at me though, chewing her lip.

“So… does that mean he’s single?”

“Jane!” I groaned. “Peter is bad news! And you need to stay away from vampires for awhile!

Look what they’ve done you.”

“Yeah,” Jane shrugged, “but look what they’ve done to you.” She had a point. Vampires were literally sucking the life out of her, but me, they had given immortality, beauty, power, and money.

In fairness, those were all things that Jane already had, except for the immortality part.

“But I’m still miserable. So there.” I stuck my tongue out at her, and she shook her head.

“Oh, Alice, you’ll always be miserable no matter what you have.” Jane turned back to my clothes, picking out something hot pink and skimpy that I had never worn. “That’s your lot in life.”

“Maybe,” I exhaled resignedly. “But what’s yours?”

“My lot in life is looking beautiful.” She held the dress up in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror. “Do you have any accessories?”

Sure, Jane was irritating and self-absorbed, but it was oddly comforting having her around. I always knew exactly what I was getting with her. Despite myself, I actually sort of enjoyed her. For at least an hour I spent with her, I didn’t check my phone at all to see if I missed a call from Jack. I didn’t forget about him, exactly. The dull ache in my chest wouldn’t let me, but I wasn’t quite as obsessive as I had been.

After Jane went to bed, I went downstairs to get something to eat. The slow burning was starting to spread from my stomach, and soon it was going to be gnawing all over me. Jane didn’t entice me at all, but Bobby was starting to, so it was time to eat. I gulped down the bag of blood, then went back to my room and curled up in bed.

I was having a dream about this incredible warmth growing inside me. It wasn’t a burning, like a fire, but something different and more wonderful. Like a bright white light spreading out over me, until it became so much I couldn’t stand it, and I opened my eyes. When I woke up, my breath was ragged, but the feeling from the dream hadn’t entirely dissipated. I sat up, and I nearly screamed because someone was standing at the end of my bed, but when I realized who it was, I couldn’t even speak.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Jack said quietly.

Chapter 22

I couldn’t breathe. My body was delighted, but it was always thrilled whenever Jack was in my proximity, no matter what else was happening. By the expression on his face, this was not a happy reunion.

He was pensive and his lips were pressed tightly together. The more alert I became, the more his emotions washed over me, and they were nothing pleasant either. Mostly, he felt nervous and hurt, and I didn’t blame him. After apologizing for waking me, Jack just stood there, arms crossed over his chest and stared at me. I sat up farther in bed and tried to think of something to say, but my mouth refused to work. The past few days I had only been thinking about what I would say to him if he came back, and here he was, and I was speechless.

“I have to admit, I was a little surprised I didn’t find you in Peter’s room,” Jack said finally.

His words were cutting, and all the more so because they were from him. He never said things to hurt people, but he wanted to hurt me now. I deserved it, so I couldn’t even muster any ounce of anger. I just wanted to cry and beg forgiveness.

“I was never with him.” My mouth worked numbly, and my heart hammered in my chest.

“What happened was a stupid mistake. It didn’t mean anything.”

“What exactly did happen?” Jack’s normally soft blue eyes were like ice, and they pierced straight through me. He had never looked at me like that, but he had never been so angry with me before.

“I don’t know.” All the rehearsed speeches I had explaining the kiss completely vanished. I had nothing except a blank expression.

“You don’t know what happened?” Jack gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. “How do you not know what exactly happened when you kissed Peter? Kissing really isn’t that hard! I know you know how to do it, and you’re really actually good at it! If you’re stuck, I can help you out. I’m sure it started with you putting your lips on his-”

“No, I know what happened!” I held up my hand. Rubbing my forehead, I exhaled shakily.

“I just don’t really know why it happened.”

“Well, maybe if you start telling what exactly happened, I can help with the why,” Jack suggested coldly.

“We kissed!” I shouted, feeling exasperated already. Getting frustrated with him probably wasn’t helping the situation, but I couldn’t help it. I just wanted to get to the part where I sobbed and apologized, and eventually, he forgave me.

“Who kissed whom?”

“I-I don’t know,” I stammered and looked down. I pulled my knees up my chest, and I really just wanted to bury my head in my hands.

“Really? You have no idea? Just one minute you’re standing there and then next you’re making out with him? That seems pretty spontaneous,” Jack said sarcastically.

“Nobody was making out.” I couldn’t even look at him. This was much harder than I thought it would be.

“So… who kissed whom?” Jack repeated, and when I still didn’t answer, he got louder.

“Alice?”

“I think… I-I might’ve,” I mumbled and swallowed hard. I could’ve lied but I knew he’d see it on me, and that would just make things worse. I rested my hand on my forehead and leaned on my knees. He had to take a few moments to process what I’d told him, and his hurt was even rawer now. I felt bad enough without having to feel everything that he felt, but I knew I deserved, so I bit my lip and took it.

“Are you in love with him?” His voice was so low I could barely hear it.

“God, no!” I shouted fiercely and looked at him. “No! I love you, Jack! And that’s all!” A wayward tear slid down my cheek. I wanted to crawl over to him and kiss him, but I knew he’d push me away. I just didn’t know how else to convey how much I loved him.

“So why would you kiss him? After everything we’ve been through!” Jack was almost pleading with me now, and it was making me cry.

“I don’t know! Honestly, Jack! I wish I did!” I wiped at my cheeks. “I was really thirsty, and I was trying to hold off on eating so I could get more self-control. And I just went into his room to talk, to distract myself, and then… I don’t know. We were talking, and then I just… I just kissed him. It was only for a second, and then I stopped it and I said that I couldn’t do it. And I am so sorry, Jack! I am so sorry! If I could take it back I would! I never wanted to do anything to hurt you!”

“I’ve just been thinking about it over and over in my head.” He rubbed his temples and looked at the ground. His eyes were moist, but he wasn’t crying. “I kept thinking, if you kissed him, could I forgive you?

And if you slept with him, could I forgive you?”

“I never slept with him!” I insisted and sat up on my knees.

“No, I’m just telling you what I was thinking.” He shook his head. “And you know what I realized?

I’d forgive you of anything!” What he was saying sounded good, but he didn’t feel good. He was completely agonized, and I had done this to him. “I’m not giving you permission, but you could do anything, and I would just forgive you. I couldn’t not.” Jack stared off at nothing, thinking. “I don’t know if you know what that’s like. Even if what you do kills me, I would…” With bated breath, I watched him.

“You could kill me, Alice,” Jack looked at me seriously. “That’s how much you mean to me.

As foolish and masochistic as that makes me, you are so much to me that even if it destroys me to be with you, I’ll be with you! And I don’t care why you kissed him or what you did. I don’t even really wanna know. But I am begging you to please never do anything like this again. Because I love you so much, and I am trusting you with far too much, but I don’t know how to be any different! You just… you can’t do this to me anymore, okay? Please?”

“I promise! I’ll never do anything!” I got up off the bed and ran over to him, unable to contain myself anymore. Putting my hands on his cheeks, I looked into his wounded blue eyes. “I am so sorry. I can never tell you how much it hurts me to know that I did this to you. I never wanted this, and I’ll never, ever do it again. I promise you. I love so much, Jack.”

“You better,” he whispered.

Finally, after three long days, he kissed me. I had thought that I had truly lost him, and there was this panicked insistence to the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him to me. His mouth was warm and wonderful, and I knew nothing in the world tasted better than he did. My thirst peaked at that, and my heart pounded hungrily in my chest, but I denied it. I just wanted to be with him, physical and present, in the moment. I kissed him so long, my lungs screamed for oxygen, but I ignored them and kissed him some more.

“Run away with me,” Jack murmured breathlessly. He rested his forehead against mine and knotted his fingers in the thickness of my hair.

“What?” I asked, thinking I’d misheard him.

“Run away with me,” he repeated and moved back a little so he could look me in the eyes. “I don’t wanna stay here anymore. Everyone lied to me. Peter is still going after you, and Mae tried to kill me. There’s no reason for me to stay anymore. Let’s run away together.”

“What about Milo?” My mind scrambled. There was something exciting about the idea of just running off with him, but I couldn’t just pick up and leave like that. Milo hadn’t done anything wrong, and he still needed me. Kind of. Maybe. Not really. But I wasn’t ready to leave him, and on top of that, Jane was here, and she definitely still needed help. “And Jane?”

“Jane?” His brow furrowed. “What about Jane?”

“She’s here, in Peter’s room.” I had forgotten that Jack hadn’t been around to find out what was going on. “Milo saw her on Halloween, and she was doing really terrible. So we’re helping her out, I guess.”

“Peter’s room?” Jack looked appalled.

“Yeah, he’s sleeping in the den. Everyone is playing musical beds,” I waved it away.

“This is house is too small for this many people,” Jack pointed out. “There are four bedrooms, and currently eight people. And that’s just another reason why we should move out.”

“Maybe…” I mulled the idea over.

Running away might be too extravagant for me. I didn’t have a job, and Jack worked with Ezra and

2Peter. I didn’t want to leave Milo, but I didn’t think that Jack couldn’t support the four of us, since I’d probably have to include Bobby in the equation. Maybe he could, but if we were running away from Peter and Ezra, I wasn’t sure if that meant he’d quit his job too. And since Mae and Ezra were probably about to get divorced, I didn’t feel right about leaving them either. Not mention I was still having issues with bloodlust, ones that could prove potentially fatal to everyone.

“What are you thinking?” Jack pushed a strand of hair off my forehead. He managed to keep the fear out of his voice, but he couldn’t hide it from me.

“I don’t care if we leave Peter, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave everyone else,” I admitted.

“I can’t live with Peter anymore, and I don’t think you should either,” Jack said honestly.

“And I don’t really want to be around Mae.” I chewed my lip and looked up at him. He’d just come back, and I really didn’t want to lose him again, but I wasn’t ready to sacrifice everything else just to be with him.

“Okay. How about this? I keep working with Ezra, and we start looking for a place of our own in the Twin Cities area, with room enough for Milo and Bobby to stay with us as often as they want. That way, we’ll still be close to everybody, and Milo can back and forth between the two houses if he wants, but me and you will finally have some privacy.”

“Okay,” I nodded, even though the idea of it made me nervous. After seeing what Milo did to Bobby and Jonathan did to Jane, I wasn’t so keen on the idea of privacy with Jack. Yes, I really, really, really wanted to do things with him, but I loved him too much to kill him.

“I have barely slept in three days,” Jack yawned. “And it’s not even noon yet. What do you say we get some sleep?”

“Sounds good,” I smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He pulled off his tee shirt and shorts, opting to sleep in his boxers, which was fine by me.

Few people in the world looked as amazing in just their underwear as Jack did. I crawled into bed, and he climbed into after me. He lay on his back so I could curl up in his arms, resting my head on his chest, which was just the way I liked it.

“I missed you so much,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.

“Me too.” I squeezed him tightly, then thought of something. “Where did you sleep for the past three days?”

“Hotel,” Jack chuckled a little. “I just got a room at the Millennium Hotel downtown, and I didn’t leave until like an hour ago. I couldn’t take being away from you anymore, so I came home.”

“You should’ve came home the first day,” I snuggled up closer to him.

“I know, but I had some thinking to do,” Jack sighed. “And it worked out okay. I mean, I’m here with you now, aren’t I?”

“That you are.” I kissed his chest, then lay my head back down.

Jack must not have been kidding about not getting any sleep, because within seconds, he was sound asleep. I stayed awake longer than him, thinking about all the things he said, and trying to come up with a solution. I had just promised him that I would never hurt him again, but living with Peter might be too great a temptation for me. I couldn’t explain the temptation, but that made it all the more dangerous. If Jack thought it was best to leave, it might actually be. And even if it wasn’t, it was what he wanted, and after everything I’ve put him through, didn’t I owe him that much?

For some reason, when we got up, nobody seemed that surprised to see Jack. Unlike me, they had all known he was coming back. Jane greeted Jack with a surprising amount of indifference, but that was much the same way he talked to Mae. She tried to rush over to him to apologize, and he did all but push her back.

Her face crumbled afterwards, but I couldn’t really encourage him to forgive. I knew he would; he just had to do it in his own time.

Peter, thankfully, had stepped out for the evening, but nobody really knew where. I suspect that he had known Jack was around and decided to disappear before things got ugly. Jack almost immediately took Ezra back to the den so they could “discuss” things in a very mysterious fashion. It was probably just business talk and things about moving out, but apparently, Jack didn’t want everybody else to know of his intentions just yet.

Mae quickly got over being snubbed by Jack because she had Jane to distract her. In the dining room, she had thrown down a giant towel on the floor and set up some kind of impromptu hair salon. She was the one who cut everyone’s hair generally, but when she does Jack’s hair, he had just sat on the toilet in the bathroom and she trimmed it up. His hair grows so fast, he needs it trimmed about every other week.

In the kitchen salon, Jane sat in a chair while foil and dye setting in her hair, and she languidly flipped through an issue of Cosmo. Mae must’ve hit the store today and picked up some supplies for her. While waiting on her, Mae was busy cutting Milo’s hair. Jane talked amicably with Mae, and for the first time in weeks, Mae seemed to brighten up. Somehow, a discussion about lip-gloss had done what the rest of us couldn’t.

“Would you like a haircut too, love?” Mae smiled up at me over the top of Milo’s head. Her own hair was clean and pulled back neatly. Jane made some comment about shoes, and Mae laughed, her eyes sparkling. “What do you say, Alice?”

“Um… no, I’m good,” I said.

“Girls’ shoes are so much better than boys’ shoes,” Milo lamented. He lifted his head to steal a glance at Jane’s magazine, but Mae gently pushed his head back down so she could trim his hair.

“At least you don’t have to wear heals,” Jane scoffed. “I mean, they may look fantastic, but they kill to walk in. They’re like little feet torture chambers.” Mae laughed again, the second time in like two minutes.

Taking in the scene in front of me, it finally occurred to me what was happening. Mae did love taking care of people more than anything else, but she had a daughter, and a granddaughter, and a sick greatgranddaughter, but all she ever took care of were boys. Peter and Ezra needed nothing from her at all, and Jack wasn’t exactly a tough guy or a man’s man, but he was still a boy. When I came around, she had been so thrilled because she thought she’d finally have a girl to pal around, but I spent most days lounging around in jeans. Jack was back, so I was trying to look extra pretty today, and I had still gone for jeans with a low-cut fancy green top. Maybe that was why Mae had bonded so much more with Milo than she did with me. He was probably more feminine, and in a weird way, needier than me, even though he was also far more selfsufficient.

Enter Jane, the walking Barbie doll. All clothes, boys, fashion, and a constant need for attention, that was probably the exact thing Mae needed. I’m not sure if this solved Mae’s crisis over what to do about her terminal great-granddaughter, but it lifted her spirits for a while. For her part, Mae seemed to be making a massive improvement on Jane as well. She had already put on some weight, not enough for Jane to complain, but enough where she could almost pass for someone that wasn’t anorexic. Her color had greatly improved, and in no time, she’d have that golden tan she paid a fortune for. The wound on her neck had healed, but there was still a mangled scar. Vampire bites usually don’t leave scars or marks of any kind, but if the tissue is damaged often, it’s going to scar. Needles don’t usually leave scars either, but on junkies, the areas around their arteries tend to be scarred up and pretty destroyed. Eventually, her father would probably have to pay for some cosmetic surgery to fix that, but for now, even she wasn’t whining about it.

I felt a little left out watching the three of them laugh and titter about boys and clothes, but I also felt too weirded out to join in. Mae and Jane getting along I could understand, but I had never imagined that Milo and Jane could really enjoy each other. It was like the lion lying down with the lamb. Also, one of the positive side effects from Jane spending so much time in the company of vampires was that she had grown more immune to the charms of our pheromones. She wasn’t tripping over herself to be with Milo or Jack or Ezra the way she would’ve been before, although she did seem to be nursing a pretty big crush on Peter.

I moved onto the living room to wait out Jack’s discussion with Ezra. After being away from him for the past few days, I could hardly stand being down the hall from him. Bobby sat crosslegged in the middle of the living room with a sketch pad on his lap staring at up the television intently. This would be the first time I had actually seen anyone watching the brand new flat screen, other than the dog. Instead of watching some action packed blockbuster that got the most out of the HD, Bobby had the TV on CNN. I assumed he was trying to seem smarter in someway since he had on thick black glasses that I had never seen him wear before.

On close inspection, I realized that he had a fairly nasty black eye from the fight the other day, and he was trying to mask it with fashion glasses and side bangs. There was another smaller bruise on his chin, but the worst of them were probably hidden under his shirt on his chest and abdomen.

“What are you watching?” I flopped back on the couch. The news wasn’t my favorite thing, but it had to be better than watching the re-imagining of Steel Magnolias going on in the dining room.

“Anderson 360,” Bobby replied absently. “It’s for school.”

“How is it for school?” I raised an eyebrow. “And I didn’t think you were even still going to school.”

“I go to school during the day, when you’re sleeping. A whole lot of things happen during the day that you don’t even know about,” Bobby said. Still staring at the TV, he started sketching furtively on the pad. A box of charcoals lay next to him on the floor, and he had the sleeves pushed up in his shirt, so he was getting black smudge marks all over his tattoos. “I’m supposed to watch the news for an hour and draw how it makes me feel.”

“How does it make you feel?” I asked.

“Like the whole world is coming to an end.” Surprisingly, he didn’t sound that upset by it. I sat up straighter, trying to see what he was drawing, but I was at the wrong angle to really see his sketch pad, so I flopped back on the couch.

The TV, I could see, so I watched it to see what had Bobby worrying about the apocalypse about.

There were two boxes on the TV. The smaller one had news correspondent Anderson Cooper trying to explain the story, which was taking place in the big box. It showed a giant boat, like an ocean liner or a tanker or something, and it appeared to have crashed into the shore. While I couldn’t get a good perspective of it, the boat looked absolutely massive and titled to the side. Helicopters and boats and clean up crews swarmed around it. The bottom of the screen said “Cape Spear, Newfoundland,” but other than that, I didn’t really understand what I was looking at.

“So what’s going on?” I asked Bobby. I could just listen to Anderson Cooper explain, but it was easier just having him tell me.

“An oil tanker crashed in Canada,” Bobby nodded to the screen. “The hull was ruptured, but hardly any of the oil leaked out. They’re saying it’s a miracle, because if it had it would’ve been like four times as worse as the Exxon Valdez cause this boat is much bigger.”

“I don’t know what that is.” It sounded familiar to me, and considering the context of the conversation, I should’ve put in perspective, but sometimes things alluded me.

“It was an oil tanker that crashed by Alaska in 1989.” Bobby glanced back at me. “I didn’t really know that off the top of my head. They were just talking about it on TV a lot.”

“But there isn’t an oil spill, is there? Not really?” I squinted at the TV, trying to see if I could see a sheen on the water around the tanker. It was dark, there, so I couldn’t make out much but what the helicopter lights flashed on, but still, I couldn’t see much of an oil spill in the ocean. “So what’s the big deal? How does that make you feel like the end of the world?”

“Because of why the tanker crashed.” He stopped sketching and stared at the TV in kind of amazement. “The whole crew died.”

“What do you mean?” I sat up more. “Like when they the hit land?”

“No, no, they were all dead before that. Nobody was driving it, and they just crashed. The radio transmissions they were getting from them weren’t right, and they sent boats out to check up on them, but nobody knows what happened. Finally, two days ago, they lost all contact with them, and then boom! It drove right into the island,” Bobby nodded at the screen. “It’s the creepiest, most bizarre thing I ever heard of, like in Aliens when they go to rescue that deserted ship or whatever. But real.”

“What are you talking about? How did the crew all die? Did they run out of food or oxygen or had massive mutiny or something?”

“They didn’t run of oxygen. They’re on Earth. You don’t run of oxygen,” Bobby rolled his eyes at me.

“But the thing is, nobody knows why they’re dead. Some of the crew is still unaccounted for, but both the lifeboats are still attached, so they don’t know they could’ve gotten off. Officials are trying to keep it under wraps, but rumor has it that they were all mutilated. Like really gory, horror movie stuff.

Throats ripped out and all that. Anderson was talking to a guy that had been there, and he was just about puking talking about it.”

“Holy hell. Really?” I leaned forward, staring more intently at the TV. “No way. That kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life. I mean, a lot of the crew is missing. Maybe they had something to do with it.”

“Maybe, but they’re not counting on having any survivors at this point,” Bobby said. “They had a crew of thirty, but only twenty-four bodies.”

“That’s pretty messed up.” A chill ran down my spine and I shook my head. “It’s really creepy.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bobby agreed somberly.

“Where was the tanker coming from?”

“I don’t know,” Bobby shrugged. “I think like Europe or Russia or something.”

“Okay, so be honest,” Milo said, walking into the living room and breaking up our intense fascination with the television. “How does my hair look?” He ran a hand through his dark brown hair and did a little twirl, but really, it didn’t look that much different than before. Mae had mostly just done a trim on his hair.

“Sexy, as always,” Bobby grinned at him. He set his sketch pad aside, momentarily to forgetting about his homework assignment to pay attention to Milo. Milo sat down the floor next to him, and in between kissing and flirting, they started talking about the tanker crash on the television.

Personally, it was creeping me out too much, so I decided to go outside and play with Matilda. I had to bribe with three dog treats to get her to leave Jack’s side, and I was starting to think maybe she loved him even more than I did. The stone patio out back was slick from a slushy snow thing that was coming down. It was November, and this was the first snow of the season, so I knew it wouldn’t last long.

Matilda skidded through it, but she didn’t seem to mind. Very little in life seemed to upset her, other than Jack’s absence. I couldn’t shake the news story, and I was really starting to regret going into the living room. I glanced back through the French doors at Mae and Jane talking and laughing, and spending time with them might’ve been almost as creepy as hearing more about the dead crew. I let the snow flakes melt in my hair and tried to forget all about it.

Chapter 23

Jack went back to sleeping in the den, but he woke me up while it was still light to see if I wanted to go apartment hunting with him. I knew that I should, but daylight was still really hard on me.

Besides that, I didn’t really want to. The thought of moving still didn’t exactly thrill me, but I pretended like it did. I told him to take lots of pictures for me and fell back to sleep the instant he left.

My sleep was incredibly restless, though. I kept having dreams about the oil tanker crash in Canada.

An unseen monster was slaughtering them, tearing them apart with claws and teeth that came from some invisible figure. Everything was splattered with blood and viscera, but there was nothing appetizing about it. It was horrendous, I wanted to scream and throw up. The crew members were crying and pleading for the lives, but nobody listened. Nothing they did to save themselves could help. After all the crew was dead, there was a total silent blackness on the ship. For some reason, that turned into an image: huge brown eyes, my brother’s Milo’s eyes.

I woke up and I still wanted to scream, even though the last thing I had seen hadn’t really been scary.

It freaked me out, though, in the worst way. As I tried to catch my breath and remind myself that everything was okay, I thought about how weird it was that vampires had dreams. The Lost Boys had not prepared me for this. In fact, I was starting to think that whoever wrote it had never met a vampire in his life.

Since I couldn’t shake the dream myself, I got up to enlist some assistance. I considered Jane, but if she was sleeping, she really did need her rest. Besides that, Mae was probably in her room as well, and for some reason, I didn’t feel like talking to her. So I went next door, to Milo’s room, and I went in without knocking. Of course, I made sure to listen in first, and Bobby wasn’t there, so I knew it was okay to intrude.

“Hey, wake up,” I said, walking into his room. It was a little messier than I expected it to be, but I figured that was entirely Bobby. The clothes strewn about the floor appeared to mostly be his, and they were definitely his art supplies clogging up the floor. Milo was in bed, laying at weird angle, with his feet dangling off the side.

“Why?” Milo mumbled, his face buried in his pillow.

“Cause.” I jumped on the bed next to him harder than I needed to, making it bounce him up.

“Why are you even up? You’re never up before me,” Milo grumbled, rolling onto his back so he could face me. “What time is it?”

“It’s six. It’s not that early,” I shrugged. “Where’s Bobby?”

“School,” Milo yawned. “Where’s your better half?”

“He’s… out,” I answered vaguely. Milo didn’t even notice that I was trying to be secretive, but I decided that I couldn’t keep anything from him anyway. “Okay. If I tell you something, you promise not to tell anyone?”

“No.” Milo still wasn’t intrigued by the prospect of a secret, and I hated him for it. This happened all the time growing up. I wanted to tell him a secret, but he never cared, so he never had to agree to any provisions. His apathy was pretty tricky.

“No, you actually do wanna this, but you seriously can’t tell anyone. Not yet. I’m just not ready for people to know.” I wasn’t sure how Mae would react, and I didn’t want to see what Peter did. I hadn’t talked to him since Jack came back, and that was probably just as well.

“I’m still telling Bobby,” Milo said, stifling a yawn.

“Fine! Tell Bobby!” I sighed. “But come on! You have to pretend to be excited about this!”

“Why?” Milo raised an eyebrow. “I can’t imagine what you’d tell me that was exciting. My room is right next to yours, and I know that you slept alone last night, so… it can’t be that good.”

“Ugh!” I groaned. “Good. Now I’m glad that we’re moving out. I’m sick of your attitude.”

“You’re what?” That got him. He sat up, propping himself up with his arms, and looked at me hard.

“What did you say?”

“Jack wants us to move out,” I lowered my voice so Mae wouldn’t be able to overhear.

“He’s out looking at apartments right now.”

“When you say ‘us’ you mean….” Milo waited for me to fill in the blank.

“Me and him, and you and Bobby, if you want to.” Then I tilted my head. “Does Bobby actually live here? Or does he have a residence somewhere else?”

“He technically lives in a dorm, but he hasn’t spent the night there since we met,” Milo shrugged.

“Don’t you think you’re moving a bit fast?” I asked. “You’re incredibly young to be living with a boyfriend.”

“Did you really say that to me with a straight face?” Milo raised an eyebrow at me.

“You’re younger than I am.” I thought about trying to make some kind of point about his situation was different than mine, and then I just forgot about it. If we were normal kids living a normal life and going to high school and living with our mom, yeah, this would probably be weird and wrong. But we’re not.

“Never mind. That wasn’t the point.”

“So you’re really moving out?” Milo asked.

“I don’t know. Jack really wants to, and he has a lot of good points.” I knew that Jack was probably right about moving out, but it still felt weird to me. “This house is getting too small for all us, as crazy as that sounds, and neither of us should be living under the same roof as Peter.”

“Yeah but… you want us to move with you?” Milo sounded nervous.

“Yeah, only if you want to.” I probably sounded a little hopeful. I really wanted him to live with us.

“Jack’s looking for places in the area that would be big enough for all of us.”

“But… what about you?” He looked at me very seriously. “I know that you’re still having problems getting your bloodlust under control, and you obviously don’t trust yourself enough yet to even sleep with him. How is that gonna work living together? Without Ezra to fix everything if something goes wrong?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I’ve thought of that too. But I don’t know what else we can really do.”

“Not move out,” Milo suggested.

“I just don’t see how staying here could really work.” I was starting to resign myself to moving out even though I wasn’t sure that’s what I really wanted. It just didn’t make sense to do anything else.

Milo lay back in bed and didn’t say anything for a bit. He was always better at coming up with logical solutions to things than I was. My actions were based more on my heart and temper, which is probably how he managed to more success as a vampire than I did. It was still pretty surprising to me that he had been the one that nearly killed his boyfriend, and not me. That was actually because he was so much more in control than I was, that everyone had given him too much credit. The fact that I had no impulse control had inadvertently helped save me from murdering Jack.

“No, I do not require your assistance,” Peter groaned wearily from out in the hallway, and I heard his bedroom close a second later. “Jane, I suggest you just back to the room and rest.” I glanced over at Milo, and from his expression, I could tell he was listening to them as well.

“I don’t need anymore rest. I’m bored,” Jane put on her baby talk voice that vacillated between slutty and whiny. Peter must’ve gone to his room to get something, and Jane had followed him out, much to his dismay.

“Try reading one of my books,” Peter said. “Or, if you cannot read, you can try one of Jack’s movies.

Or perhaps you can pester one of the six other people living in this how to entertain you.”

“Come on, I bet you know plenty of ways of entertain me.” Jane was outside of a shut bedroom door, so I couldn’t actually see her, but I had enough experience with her to know that was touching Peter in some way. Running her fingers down his arm or putting her hand on his chest. I’d love to see his reaction to that.

“I can assure that I am no good at entertain anyone,” Peter had started sounding uncomfortable, and Milo smirked.

“Well, maybe I can entertain you.” Her voice had gotten even lower and sultrier. She had it really bad for him, and I wished that I had some advice for her, but Peter was a hard thing to ignore.

“That’s why I got a book. I can entertain myself,” Peter said, his words clipped. His patience with her was very rapidly running out.

“Don’t you get sick of entertaining yourself?” Yep, Jane was still working the sexual innuendos.

“Jane, just go back to your room,” Peter sighed. That was it. He was done with her. If she was touching him, he had just taken her hand away.

“Not unless you join me,” Jane said coyly, clearly oblivious to his rebuff.

“No, I most certainly will not,” Peter snapped. “This slutty little girl act may work for some people, but I can’t see how. You are so filthy and dirty that I wouldn’t bite you if I was starving to death. The only reason I am tolerating and allowing you into my room is because of how much you mean to Alice, although, for the life of me I can’t see why. You are insipid and vain beyond what I had understood humans were capable of, and it would serve you well just to steer clear of me.”

“Jeez,” Milo whispered, shocked by how much he had torn her apart.

Jane didn’t say anything, but I heard the door open, and she had started crying before she shut the door behind her. Peter stood outside the bedroom for a minute, but when he started walking away, I decided that I had to give him a piece of my mind. I probably should’ve gone out and defended her earlier, but I didn’t think he was going to go off on her like that.

“Peter!” I snapped quietly, so Jane wouldn’t overhear. She didn’t have as good as hearing as I did, but she wasn’t deaf either. Sighing heavily, Peter reluctantly turned to look at me. “Don’t you think that was a little harsh?”

“Not really, no,” Peter said, but he wouldn’t meet my gaze. I heard the shower turn on in Jane’s bathroom, her attempt to cure her crying, so I walked over to him to yell at him. “I didn’t mean for you to overhear that.”

“I don’t know how that makes it okay.” I crossed my arms on my chest and glared up at him. “Jane is annoying, but she’s harmless. And she’s recovering. We’re supposed to be helping her and encouraging her, not bringing her down.”

“I didn’t want to bring her down,” Peter rubbed his eye. “But you didn’t see how she was around me!

It was constant and more than annoying.”

“God forbid someone have a crush on you, Peter!” I rolled my eyes. “You were such a dick to me when I was into you, too. You just can’t handle anyone flirting with you and gawking at you for like five seconds?”

“No, I can! I handle it all the time!” Peter retorted defensively. “Everyone I meet is like that, and I have to tolerate it!”

“Oh, what a rough life!” I scoffed. “You know, Jane isn’t the only one that’s vain and egotistical.” It was Peter’s turn to roll his eyes at me. “So you’re saying that your curse in life is that everyone in the whole world finds you irresistible?”

“If I say yes, I sound like an ass, but it’s true!” He rubbed his temple and shook his head. “I am sorry if I am not doing well with tolerating her. She just won’t stop staring at me, constantly, and… you won’t even look at me.”

“You’re punishing Jane because you’re mad at me?” I raised my eyebrow at him. “That’s not even remotely fair!”

“Life isn’t fair, Alice!” Peter looked at me intensely, his eyes glowing green. “If life were fair, you wouldn’t be with Jack!”

“No! You don’t get to be mad at me for that!” I shook my head. “You had your chance! I wanted you first, and you wouldn’t have anything to do with me!”

“I never had a chance!” Peter insisted. “You always wanted him! I saw you in the hot tub with him!”

“What are you talking about?”

“The night we met, you came up to my room, and I didn’t want meet you. I didn’t want to want you, but the instant I saw you…” He looked away from me. “Before even I saw you. I felt you as soon as you walked in the house, and it was overwhelming. I reacted poorly when we met, so Mae took you away, and you went out in the hot tub with her and Jack. I watched you when you weren’t looking. You were sitting with him, laughing, and the way you looked at him… You’ve never looked at me that way.”

“How did I look at you?” I asked thickly.

“Like you had to, like I was magnet and you were pulled to. There was no choice.” That was exactly how it had felt, but I hadn’t realized that he could see that. “And when you look at Jack, it’s because when he’s around, why would you want to look at anything else? You love him the way you could never love me.” I swallowed hard, knowing that was true, and while that should have been comforting, it was painful too. I felt like I had hurt Peter without every giving him a chance. “But I love you in a way that he never can.”

“No, Peter, you don’t love me,” I shook my head and looked down at the floor.

“Alice, I am many things, but I’m not naïve,” Peter said breathlessly. His voice had changed to something I had never heard before, desperate and earnest, and I looked up at him. “I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone, even Elise. As much as it kills me to do it, I can’t stop.”

“I can’t be with you.” My voice quavered and I felt tears swimming in my eyes. His eyes were so beautiful and pleading. Part of me really wanted to be with him, but I could never hurt Jack again. I refused to. And Peter was right. Despite anything that I might feel for him, I still loved Jack more.

“I would never ask you to,” Peter whispered, still looking at me.

“But you would love it if I offered,” I smiled sadly at him.

“Yes. I would.” He stared at me a moment longer, then exhaled shakily. “But you can’t.” He finally lowered his gaze and ran his hand through his hair. “I can’t do this anymore, either. I suppose I should start packing up my things.”

“No, you don’t have to go.” I reached my hand out, meaning to touch his arm and comfort him, but I realized how dangerous just touching him would be, so I dropped it. “This is your home. We have no right to keep kicking you out of here.”

“What do you mean?” Peter gave me a very perplexed look.

“Jack and I are moving out. You can stay here,” I smiled, trying to be hopeful, but his expression changed to one of dismal understanding. I had expected this to be at least kind of good news, but he didn’t take it that way.

“Of course. Jack couldn’t possibly stand the idea of us living together,” Peter looked at Jack’s room, our room, with jealousy and disgust. “This had already been planned. You’re going to run away and live happily ever after, and I will stay here. With them. Forever.”

“It’s not meant to be a punishment!” I said, surprised that I was somehow hurting him even when I meant to be helping him.

“Neither is my existence, and yet, it is.” He shook his head and took a step toward the stairs.

“I should go. We shouldn’t even be talking. If Jack caught us, that would be disastrous, and I don’t want to put a damper on your honeymoon.”

“Peter!” I shouted, but he just kept walking. Once he was gone, I sighed and muttered, “We’re not even on a honeymoon.” I stood in the hall for a moment, trying to catch my breath and clear my head.

“So…” Milo poked his head out of his room and smiled sheepishly at me. I blushed, forgetting that he was in his room and had been able to hear everything. “I guess you really do need to move out.”

“You think?” I laughed hollowly.

Peter vanished after my conversation with him, but I was grateful for it this time. I couldn’t handle anymore run-ins with him, especially with Jack around. Milo, Jane, and I camped out in the living room watching bad chick flicks until Jack and Bobby made us stop. When I had a moment alone with Jack, I asked him how the apartment hunting went, and he hadn’t found anything exciting yet, although he had some promising ones to look at tomorrow. He told me to cross my fingers about them, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.

Jane never mentioned her fight with Peter, but she was acting weird. All fidgety and twitchy.

She complained of being hot and cold more than usual, and then she added complaints that didn’t even really make sense. Like the fabric on the couch was too rough for her skin, or that the air in our house was making her itchy. Her mood swings were intense, too. One minute she’d be laughing, and then next she was threatening to smother Bobby with a pillow.

Bobby had put Sid & Nancy on the TV in the living room, because he claimed it was a love story that we could all relate too. I think Gary Oldman is a fox in it, so I didn’t protest. I curled up next to Jack on the couch to watch it. Milo laid a blanket down on the floor, and Matilda tried to take it over, but Jack managed to convince her to lay by his feet instead. Since Milo wasn’t that interested in the film, he laid out long ways on the blanket, and Bobby rested his head on Milo’s stomach, facing the TV. Jane sprawled on the chaise lounge, with her current complain that bracelets were too confining. Mae didn’t want anything to do with the movie, so she opted for a bubble bath instead.

“Are all the doors locked?” Ezra appeared in the living room. He didn’t seem anxious, but something wasn’t quite right.

“Uh, I don’t know?” Jack shrugged looking at him. “Do we ever even lock the doors?”

“You have to lock the doors!” Jane exclaimed, sounding tremendously worried. “People will steal your stuff!” Our stuff must really have meant a lot to her.

“Maybe, but someone is always here, and we’re vampires, so…” Jack trailed off.

“I locked the French doors after I let Matilda out,” Milo said.

“Why? They’re glass. Anything that really wants to get in can get through them,” Bobby pointed out.

“Either way, I want you all to start locking everything,” Ezra commanded.

“Alright. Don’t we have an alarm or something?” Jack asked. “You had one put in when you built the place, didn’t you? It’s like standard in this neighborhood.”

“Yes, I did,” Ezra nodded and scratched his head. “I turned it off immediately after we moved in, and I can’t remember the codes. I’ll have to reset it and give everyone new numbers.”

“That seems like a lot of trouble to go through.” Jack had his arm around me, and it started tensing up. “Did something happen? What’s going on?”

“No, it’s probably nothing.” Ezra shook his head. “There’s just been a string of robberies in the neighborhood.” I don’t know how I knew, but I knew he was lying.

“Oh my God!” Jane shrieked and put her hands to her mouth. Naturally, everyone ignored her.

“We’re still vampires,” Jack gestured to himself, me, and Milo. “I’m pretty sure that we could take whoever broke in here.” Jane was over-the-top terrified, but Bobby didn’t look concerned at all. When you’re human, vampires seem extra invincible. But as a vampire, I knew that I wasn’t anywhere as strong or amazing as everyone else.

“It’s always better safe then sorry.” Ezra nodded, as if that settled that. “I’m going to go look for the alarm manual, and I’ll get back to you when I have codes.”

“Alright.” Jack gave me a weird look, and he was as skeptical about Ezra’s intentions as I was.

“I don’t how you guys can just sit here!” Jane whined, getting to her feet after Ezra left the room.

“Jane, relax. Nothing’s gonna happen to you,” Milo tried to reassure her.

“No! I don’t mean that! It’s just so boring here!” She pulled at one of the bangle bracelets she had taken from me, and her eyes darted all around the room. “You just sit here all the time!”

“Jane, its four in the morning. What do you suggest we do?” Jack asked her honestly.

“And we don’t sit around here all the time,” Bobby countered. “I went to school, Jack went out, Milo goes places too, I’m sure. But just you’re not because you’re still not feeling well.”

“I’m feeling fine!” Jane stomped her foot and tried to take off the bracelets. “If it weren’t for these damn bracelets! They’re like handcuffs!”

“Jane! Just calm down and watch the movie!” I snapped. “We’ll go somewhere tomorrow night. Okay?

But right now, it’s too late. So just relax.”

“Whatever.” She finally managed to get off the bracelets and chucked them to the other side of the room, startling Matilda into barking.

“Is everything alright in there?” Ezra shouted from his den at the end of the hall.

“Seriously. What’s going on?” I looked at Jack. “Is there like a carbon monoxide leak?

Everybody is being a total freak today.”

“I am not being a freak!” Jane protested, then collapsed heavily back onto the chaise lounge.

“I’m fine.

Let’s just watch the movie. I wanna see what happens to this Sid guy.”

Before the credits started roll, Jane fell asleep, but she was twitching a lot in her sleep. It was actually super creepy. We all watched with mild fascination until Mae came out of the bathroom and yelled at us for just staring at her. She carried Jane up to Peter’s room, but she came down a little bit late because Ezra enlisted her on his search for the missing alarm manual. It was the first time they’d really interacted in awhile, and she seemed to bare a grudge about the whole thing. The rest of us did not wish to participate in that search, so we headed up to our respective rooms.

“You know, Ezra’s in the den,” I said to Jack when we got to our room. He had already taken off his tee shirt in preparation to put on pajamas, but when he turned to look at me, I started slipping off my jeans in the most seductive manner I could manage. “So you can’t really sleep there.”

“Here’s the funny thing.” Jack grinned at me and walked over to me. He’d come into the room and gone straight to the closet to get ready for bed, but I had other plans for the night, so I stayed next to the bed.

“I’m not really all that tired anymore.”

“Really?” I took a step back, so my butt hit the bed. “You wouldn’t want to crawl into bed at all?”

“Oh, no, I definitely wanna crawl in bed,” Jack smiled wickedly. He took another step to me, so he was right in front of me, and put his hands on my bare thighs. Slowly, he slid them up under my shirt and let them linger on my waist. “God, you’re beautiful.”

I looped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes so I could kiss him. He kissed me deeply, cupping his hands on my butt, and holding me to him. Gently, he pushed me back onto the bed. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling me closer to him. He pushed against me, and I moaned. His mouth trailed to my neck, and suddenly, I wanted it.

“Bite me,” I breathed, burying my fingers in his hair.

“What?” Jack stopped kissing me so he could look at me. He was trying to play it cool, but his excitement was unmistakable. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” I looked up at him. Being bit felt amazing, and he was in control enough where it wouldn’t be dangerous. I’d be the weak one, so there was no risk of me hurting me.

“When was the last you ate?” His happiness momentarily broke.

“Jack!” I protested. “Don’t break the romance with logic. I’m fine, okay?”

Jack bit his lip and looked down at me. He was making sure that I was completely okay with it, but he pretty obviously wanted to do it. I could feel his hunger, hot and eager, flowing over me. His heart was pounding heavily, and it was just above mine, so I could almost feel it. His eyes were all fading translucent, the way they did when he really wanted me. The more passionate he got, the lighter the color of his eyes.

When his lips pressed against my veins, I moaned involuntarily, and I arched my back, pushing closer to him.

“Alice!” Mae screamed and threw open the bedroom door.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Jack yelled incredulously and sat up, and I agreed entirely. He turned to glare at her. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing!”

“I don’t care about you!” Mae snapped. She looked positively stricken, so I sat up and pushed Jack back out of the way. “Jane is missing! I think something’s happened to her!”

Chapter 24

In the panic over a possible Jane-napping, I didn’t think to put on pants and Jack didn’t put on a shirt, so we both got dirty looks from Milo, who rushed out of his room when he heard Mae screaming her head off. I returned his dirty look evenly since Bobby was shirtless and guilty looking. We were all crowded inside Jane’s room, since that seemed to be the source of the evidence. Mae had tired of her pursuit of the alarm manual, so she had gone upstairs to bunk with Jane again, but when she’d come in the room, Jane was gone. That was all her evidence.

“Did somebody ransack the room or something?” Bobby asked, admiring the disheveled state of Peter’s room. Somehow, half of my wardrobe had migrated over here and had been strewn around everywhere. She’d only been here for two days, but she needed to try on most of my clothes.

“No, it always looks like this,” I said. I hadn’t seen her room lately, but this was her natural state of being. Bobby was just unaccustomed to the rooms of teenage girls.

“Not to sound, you know, like a dick,” Jack said carefully. “But you just dragged us out of bed to show us Jane’s messy room? That’s not really an emergency, Mae.”

“She’s not here!” Mae shouted, gesturing to the mess around her. “That’s the emergency.”

“Again, not to be a dick, but that’s not really emergency,” Jack said.

“Something could’ve happened to her!” Mae insisted. “She wouldn’t just leave like this!”

“She might,” Milo shook his head. “She was bitching downstairs about how boring we are.”

“But she didn’t tell me where she was going!” Mae was looking at us all with disbelief. Jane had really gotten to her, and she wasn’t willing to let her go so easily.

“You know what? I’m sure she has her phone on her,” I suggested. “I’ll call her, and we can figure this out right away.”

“Good idea,” Mae looked slightly relieved at that.

“Well, I’m going back to bed,” Milo yawned. “I’m sure she’ll turn up.”

“How can you be so callous?” Mae snapped at him, but he just shrugged.

I hurried across the hall to my room, and Jack trailed behind me. Mae stayed behind in the hallway to argue with Milo about how innocent Jane was while I pulled my cell phone of my pants pocket. Jack rubbed his bare arms and shook his head.

“You don’t really believe something happened to Jane?” Jack asked quietly.

“I don’t really know, and I’ll feel better making sure.” I scrolled through my phone for her number, then hit call. I wasn’t even sure if she would answer, but it was better than nothing. The phone rang in my ear, and I watched as Milo and Bobby slunk back to their room. Mae looked at me expectantly, and I started to tell her that Jane wasn’t answering when Jane answered.

“Yeah, what?” Jane sounded bored.

“Jane?” I asked tentatively. “Where are you?”

“Out. Your place was a drag,” Jane yawned.

“Really? You’re calling us a ‘drag?’” I asked. Mae peered at me with infinite concern, but Jack rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of the room.

“No, you’re not.” Jane sighed loudly. “Look, I know you guys have been really good to me, and I appreciate all your hospitality. But… the thing is, I need a bite.”

“We have food here, Jane. You didn’t need to-”

“No, not a bite to eat!” Jane cut me off. “I need to be bitten.”

“But… No,” I shook my head. “We just got you out of there! That life is bad for you, and you know it!”

“Jonathan is probably bad for me, and I got a little carried away on Halloween.” Jane made it sound like she had a shot too many at an office party. She had almost died because a vampire was eating her throat.

“But I still love the way it feels, and I’ve just been craving it.”

“Jane!” I shouted, incredulous. “No! You will die if you keep it up!”

“I don’t think I will, but so be it.” There was noise behind her, and Jane sounded in a hurry when she spoke again. “I gotta go. Thanks for everything, though, Alice. I’m sure I’ll see you again.”

“No, Jane! Wait!” I said, but she’d already hung up.

“What’s going on? Where is she?” Mae asked.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head and tried calling her again, but it went right to voicemail.

“Dammit.

She shut off her phone.”

“What did she say? Why did she leave?” Mae was getting even more panicked.

“She, um…” I considered lying to Mae, but what was the point? “She wanted to go get bit. I guess she’s going back to being a bloodwhore.”

“No!” Mae’s eyes widened with terror. “She can’t! She’ll die!”

“I know. I told her that,” I was taken back by her intensity, and I looked to Jack for help.

“Mae, she’s a junkie,” Jack said, not unkindly. Considering how much he currently disliked Mae and Jane, he was handling this quite well. “The last high had started wearing off from being bit, and she had to go out and get another fix. You can’t keep her here for a couple days and expect to cure her.”

“No. She was doing so well,” Mae shook here head fiercely. “I refuse to believe she willingly went back out there. I’ve got to find her.”

“Mae, the sun is about to come up.” I gestured to the windows. No light ever spilled in around the curtains, but I could feel when the sun rose and set. It was a weird vampire tick. “She’s probably crashing somewhere for awhile. She won’t even be able to find a vampire until night fall.”

“You don’t know that!” Mae insisted. “I’m going out after her.”

“Mae!” I went to stop her as she left the room, but Jack put his hand on my arm.

“Let her go,” Jack said. “She’s not going to listen to reason anymore than Jane will.”

“You’re right.” I ran my hands through my hair and stared out the door. Across the hall, Mae had left Peter’s bedroom door open, and I could see into the empty disaster that had been Jane’s space. “Do you think we should go after?”

“Where?” Jack stared across the hall at the same thing I was. “Do you know where she went?”

“No. It feels weird just letting Jane go, though.” I chewed my lip.

“You can’t save her if she doesn’t want to be saved,” Jack smiled sadly at me. I knew he was right, but I just hated that way it felt. We had gone through a lot of trouble to get her here, and Bobby had risked his life. I thought Jane had really seen the error of her ways, but she was just looking for a place to crash. Jack put his hand on my back, and I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I probably say this way too much, but it’s going to be okay, Alice. Honest.”

“I know.” I wasn’t sure if I really believe it, but I had to hope it was true. Jack kissed the top of my head, then pulled away from me. “Hey, where are you going?”

“Taking a rain check on tonight.” He went over to the closet and changed into his pajamas.

When he walked out, he was still pulling his shirt on over his head. “The mood is kind of destroyed.”

“I can reset the mood,” I offered with a smile, but it felt plastic even to me. I wanted to want him, but my heart wasn’t really in just then. I knew he could see through it, though, because he almost always sees through me. He walked over to me and I put my hand on his chest, amending my sentiments. “It could be a really good distraction.”

“Probably,” Jack agreed, smiling. “But I’d like to be more than just a distraction.” He kissed my forehead before heading out of the room. “I’ll be in the den if you need me.”

I stayed awake long after Jack had left. I probably should’ve convinced him to stay with me, even if we didn’t do anything. In a house overflowing with people, I felt strangely lonely. After everything I had tried to do for Jane, it had inevitably been a failure. All the worry and strife, and it hadn’t amounted to anything.

Even if I saved her today, what about tomorrow? Or the day after? Eventually she would die, and all my efforts would amount to decomposing in the dirt. Everything suddenly felt really pointless, but I tried to shake it off and just get some sleep.

Jack once again started the day with an apartment hunt, which I once again declined. It had taken forever for me to fall asleep, and I wasn’t up to it. I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to move out, but by now, I knew that I didn’t have a choice. Peter had made it perfectly clear that cohabitating with him would be impossible, and considering Jack had actually been alive for over forty years, it was about time that he started living on his own.

I hadn’t been awake for that long when Jack returned. I had started gathering clothes to take a shower, but then I noticed the state of our bathroom. Mae was still gone, determined to rescue Jane, and I thought as a nice treat for her return, I’d get all our towels down and actually clean the bathroom. I pulled my hair back in a messy bun and got out the Comet and got to work. I was scrubbing dried toothpaste and shaving cream off the sink when I heard Jack bounding up the stairs.

“Alice!” Jack shouted. “I’ve got great news!”

“What?” I came out of the bathroom, and I know I looked hot. I had on this yellow rubber gloves to keep my hands from getting all mucky, and I was still holding the Comet soaked sponge. My pajamas were had water and soap splattered on them, and my hair was falling out my bun.

“What are you doing?” Jack gave me a perplexed look, but his delight was unmistakable.

Whenever he was happy, I had no choice but to be happy. His eyes were even sparkling.

“Cleaning, but never mind.” I tossed the sponge back in the bathroom, since I doubted I needed it to converse with Jack. “What’s your great news?”

“I got us a place!” Jack beamed, and I’m sure it was struggle for him to keep from jumping up and down. I smiled because he was, but the nerves in belly tightened.

“Already?” I asked, and somehow managed to keep the unease out of my voice.

“Yeah! I know you haven’t seen it, but it’s perfect! It’s absolutely perfect! You’ll love it!”

He’d already fallen in love with the place, and I could feel it coming off of him in waves. “I had to put money down because it’s so hard to find a place that matched all our needs, and it would get scooped up crazy fast. But I set up a time for you to see it tomorrow, and if you don’t like it, the deal’s off. I won’t make you move anywhere you don’t want to, but this place was just so perfect.”

“No, I’m sure it’s great. If you love it, I know I will too.” That was completely true, so I didn’t understand why I didn’t feel that way. His happiness was taking me over entirely, but there was still this bit of doubt gnawing at me.

“They allow Matilda, and it’s really hard to find a place that allows big dogs, and there’s a dog park real close by. It’s three bedrooms, one for us, one for Milo, and one for… I don’t know. Cause why not?” Jack shrugged. “And it has this fantastic balcony!”

“Do we even use the balcony now?” I asked. All three of the upstairs bedrooms had balconies, but I’m pretty sure that I had never been one, and the only person I’d ever seen use them was Peter. After we kissed. That reminded me that I had to move out. “I’m sure we’ll use it more since we don’t have a yard.”

“I know we’ll be giving up some space and some creature comforts, but I think it’ll be great.” Jack had calmed down some and he looked at me sincerely. “We’ll be able to have a life of our own, you know?”

“Yeah, totally.” I nodded.

“I stopped and got some boxes on my way back, so we can start packing some stuff up.” He started edging away to the door. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay. I think that I’m gonna take a quick shower and get all the cleaning gunk off of me,” I said.

Jack barely heard me because he was already darting down the stairs.

Once he was gone and took his emotions with him, my anxiety finally had a chance to kick in. I tore off the stupid rubber gloves and went into the closet to get a change of clothes. The shower was mostly an excuse. I needed a moment to catch my breath. It all felt so sudden, and I couldn’t explain what terrified me so much about it. We were just moving out, not that far away, and Milo and Ezra and everyone would still be a part of our lives. Jack was obviously making fairly decent money working with Ezra, although I was too embarrassed to ask the exact dollar amount, so I’m sure he could afford to take care of us.

There was nothing to fear really.

Except being alone. As much as I wanted to be with him, it scared the hell out of me. On top of all these vampire hang ups about possibly murdering him, I still had the normal teenage girl insecurities. I had never been with anyone before, and Jack had. And if something were to go wrong, we were on our own. Milo wouldn’t know how to handle anything, and if Ezra couldn’t get there time.

As I started leafing through my drawer of undergarments, it finally dawned on me. Without a doubt, I wanted to spend the right of my life with Jack, and I definitely wanted to have sex with him.

It would happen someday, and probably someday very soon if we were living on our own. So why not now?

Ezra was downstairs in the den, and Milo was next door. If something happened, I could easily get help. And besides that, nothing would probably happen, except I’d feel scared and embarrassed. But that’s okay. I’ll probably feel that no matter when it happened. And really, I was sick of waiting. I was sick of interruptions. I loved him, and it was time.

I purposely held my clothes close to me when I came out of the closet so Jack wouldn’t notice, but he probably wouldn’t have noticed if I were waving them on a flag in front of me. He put in some 90’s mix CD in the stereo that he claimed had lots of “upbeat jams” that got him in the mood to pack.

Normally, I would’ve argued with him about why he had to have a mix to CD to get him in the mood to do something as specific and rare as packing, but I was on a mission. When I went into the bathroom, I left him grooving to the Presidents of the United States of America while tossing some of his graphic novels into a cardboard box.

More fun facts about being a vampire: The hair on my head grows crazy fast. Body hair does not. I think it’s because of how vampires are designed to be aesthetically pleasing above all else, and apparently, vampires don’t find body hair sexy. It does still grow, but to get the grizzled look Peter had in Finland would take weeks of not shaving. Jack shaves maybe every other day, but he doesn’t even really need when he does.

Still, for today’s shower, I took extra care in making sure that my legs and body were silky smooth.

After the shower, I lotioned myself up, even though my skin is generally incredibly smooth. I had a debate about perfume. Of course I wanted to smell good, but the natural smell of my skin and blood would probably overwhelm any other scent anyway. Besides that, I didn’t want it to make my skin taste funny if he kissed me. I blow dried my hair trying to give to that sexy, full look, but I’m not sure how well it turned out.

I’ve always been so bad at styling hair.

Finally, I put on the piece de resistance: sexy lingerie. Last month, Mae had given me credit card and let me loose in the mall. On a whim, I went to Fredricks of Hollywood, and I spotted this little number. Dark purple, lacy, and sheer, it had a baby doll top with matching panties. I had never worn anything like this before, and I was pleased to see that I looked kind of good. I posed for the bathroom mirror, trying to look as sexy as I possibly could. My stomach twisted with excitement and nerves, and I opened the bathroom door.

The wall was slid open, revealing the secret closet where Jack had his 10,000 DVD’s. He was filling up a cardboard with box his movies, and he was too busy singing and dancing along to the music to notice me. I was doing a sexy lean up against the doorframe, and I didn’t really want to move and ruin it, so I had to wait for him to notice me. Naturally, since I was planning on losing my virginity tonight, the song coming out his stereo was “Truly Madly Deeply” by Savage Garden. Cause the moment didn’t feel awkward or calculated enough for me.

“I’m probably gonna have to buy like a massive entertainment center for all these movies,” Jack said, stilling staring up at his DVD’s. It overwhelmed him for a minute, so he sighed, and finally turned back to look at me. I have no idea what he was planning to say, but his jaw fell open and his eyes widened. “Holy hell.”

“Is that a good holy hell?” I blushed deeply and fought the urge to cover my body with my arms.

Sheepishly, I stepped out from the bathroom door, and I had never felt so self-conscious in my entire life.

Maybe this was a really bad idea.

“Yeah.” Jack seemed to recover a bit and smiled at me. “What’s all this for?”

“You know,” I shrugged. I bit my lip and looked up at him, hoping he would catch the gigantic hint and wouldn’t make me spell it aloud. I took another step closer to him, but the Savage Garden was throwing off the mood entirely. “Can you change the song?”

“Oh, yeah.” He clumsily grabbed the remote off the bed, almost dropping it, and flicked the song to the next track. It was Mazzy Star’s “Fade Into You,” and while I wasn’t sure how it was an upbeat jam, I liked it a lot more. “Better?”

“Much,” I nodded.

Jack started walking over to me, and I started to feel how much he wanted me. The butterflies in my stomach made it hard for him to overpower me, but he finally managed to. Intense and yearning, his hunger radiated off of him like heat. He stood in front of me, taking me in a way that made me uncomfortable, and he exhaled deeply. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I crossed my arms over my body, trying to cover myself up.

“No, don’t do that!” Jack protest more loudly than he meant and touched my arm gently. I lowered my arms and looked up at him, at his ever softening eyes that burned for me. Gingerly, he touched my cheek, then moved his fingers back to my hair. “You are so gorgeous. What are you doing with me?”

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I am a very lucky man,” Jack murmured then bent into kiss me.

As soon as his mouth found mine, I felt this surge of love rush through me. This was Jack, and I loved him more than anything else. I had gotten so caught up in being of afraid of sex that I forgot why exactly I wanted to do it. Kissing him, his familiar taste, the way his lips worked against mine… I wanted him desperately. I pulled him tightly to me, and we stumbled back towards the bed. I fell back on the bed first and looked up at him.

“Are you sure you want this?” Jack asked huskily. He wanted it so badly, he could hardly stand it. In response, I reached up and pulled off his shirt. Shirtless, he was breathtaking, and I kissed his bare chest and smiled up at him. His skin was already smoldering hot on my fingers, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

The weight of his body pressed against mine. His chest hammered in his chest, and I could feel it pounding in time with mine. Instinctively, my body pushed against his, and I tightened my fingers in his hair, pushing his lips harder to mine. Fervently, he kissed me, and everything inside me trembled with anticipation.

Intense warmth spread all through me. His chest hammered in his chest, and I could feel it pounding in time with mine. Every part of me was begging for him.

His lips trailed down my throat, and I moaned breathily. It wasn’t until I felt them pressed my veins that I realized how badly I wanted him to bite me. He was so hungry for it, for me, so I tilted my head back, exposing more of my vein.

The sharp pain of his teeth was over before I felt, and then hot ecstasy spread away from my neck. I felt his heart thudding in my own chest, above my heart, that double beat that made it feel like he was inside me. In some kind of twisted pleasure, I could taste him in mouth, the tangy, honey taste of his blood, and my own bloodlust for him surged. I bit my lip to keep from biting him, but it was a gratification I can’t even begin to explain. Wanting him that badly while he had me, it was agony and bliss all rolled in one. I could feel the edges of myself waning, blackening. My body was threatening to lose control, black out and give into the thirst.

What kept me from giving in was feeling how much he loved me. It flowed through my veins in this amazing sensation. It was coming from him, but it felt like was coming from inside me. I was everything to him, and he was pure joy. I had never felt closer to him or more in love with them than I did then.

A tiny jolt ripped into me, and I gasped painfully. My body suddenly felt cold and alone, as result of the separation when he stopped biting me. Before I could even fell how empty I felt, his mouth was on mine.

I could taste my blood on his lips, and that did strange things to me. I pressed him even tighter against me, desperate for the burning heat of his skin against mine.

I felt his hand, strong and sure on my hip, and his fingers looped in my panties, sliding them down. I sat a bit so I could peel off the negligee, and this his arms were around me, pushing his bare skin against mine.

His intensity was overwhelming, but it only made me want him more. Then I was lying back down on the bed again, and he was looking me directly in the eye.

“I really do love you,” Jack said breathlessly, brushing my hair back from my forehead.

Then I felt him, sliding inside of me, and my breath caught in my throat. It hurt more than I expected it to, but within seconds, any pain was a forgotten memory. I buried my fingers in his back and pushed him against me. He kissed my mouth, my neck, my shoulders, everything he could reach, and I moaned against him. I could feel his heart pounding in time with mine, and I could hear his breath in my ear.

Never in my life had I felt as whole or complete as I did then. I felt as if I had been made just for him, just for this. Pleasure exploded inside of me, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming.

Gasping for breath, he relaxed on me, but he still propped himself up so he wouldn’t put the full of weight of his body on. He rested his forehead against my shoulder and tried to gain some composure. When he gently kissed my shoulder, my skin trembled underneath his lips. My whole body felt like it was glowing with happiness, and I felt dazed and weak. My vision had a blurred hazy quality, and I knew that my stomach should ache with hunger, but I just couldn’t feel it.

“Was that okay?” Jack asked, looking at me.

“Yeah. That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.” I smiled up at him and touched his face. He suddenly looked too marvelous to be real. He had the more gorgeous blue eyes, and they were filled with adoration for me. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Did I?” Jack laughed, and there was this wonderful exhausted quality that it made it sound ever better. I had exhausted him, and his laughter sent tingles all through me. “Oh my god, Alice.

I didn’t know it could be that good.” He collapsed back on the bed next to me, and he pulled me into his arms, so my head would lie on his chest. “Oh man. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that.”

“I know,” I giggled, feeling strangely girlie and buzzed. I snuggled up as close to him as I could, loving the way my skin felt pressed up against his.

“Wow,” Jack laughed tiredly again. “You may not know this, but you are the single most amazing person I have ever met, and I am crazy in love with you.”

“Good.” I kissed his chest and smiled up at him. “Cause I feel exactly the same way about you.”

The loss of blood and the exhaustion of pleasure left me feeling drained. My vision started to clear from the haze of lust, and the pain in my stomach was starting to kick in, but I was too tired to deal with it. I just wanted to stay in Jack’s arms forever and listen to the sound of his heartbeat singing to me sleep. Our bodies were slowly returning to their normal temperature, and Jack pulled the blankets up over us, tucking them neatly around me.

I had just stated drifting off to sleep when I heard my phone ringing. It sounded like it was coming from the bathroom, so I decided it was faint enough for me to ignore. Finally, it stopped, so I settled back into his arms. A second later it started ringing again, and I groaned.

“Should I get that?” Jack asked tiredly.

“No, it’ll stop,” I said, hugging him even closer to me. If he got it, that meant he would have to be away from, and I definitely wasn’t ready for that. It did stop, only to immediately start ringing again.

“Sorry, I gotta get that.” Jack gently untangled himself from and I grumbled in protest, but I let him go. He slipped on his boxers, and I watched him as he walked to the bathroom, following the sound of the ringing. For one second, watching how gorgeous as he was, my heart swelled as I realized that I got to be that.

He belonged to me, and it delighted me endlessly. The phone stopped ringing again, and Jack sighed. “I’m still getting it, in case it starts to ring again. Where is it?”

“I don’t know.” I sat up, holding the blankets over my chest.

“Of course it stops when I look for it.” Jack started poking around the hamper, since I had tendency to leave my phone in my pants pocket, but it started ringing again. He went over to the medicine cabinet and opened it. “Alice, why is your phone in the medicine cabinet?”

“Maybe when I got the mouth wash?” I shrugged. I had no idea. “Just shut it off and come back to bed.”

“Uh oh.” He came out of the bathroom, holding my phone out to me. “It’s Jane.”

“I should probably answer that,” I sighed and held my hand out. I managed to answer it just before it went to voicemail, and Jack sat on the bed next to me. “Hello?”

“Alice? Oh thank god you answered!” Jane sobbed in relief, but her voice was shaking. “I’ve run into some trouble, and… Oh god. I am sorry. I don’t know-” She sounded absolutely terrified, and she knocked any of the warm fuzzy feelings I still had out of me.

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?” I asked.

“I don’t know! They just made me call you!” Jane said, then she shrieked and her voice got farther away.

“Jane? Jane!” I shouted.

“No, its not Jane,” a male voice returned to the phone, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. It was strong and deep with an accent I couldn’t place. Almost British, or maybe German, but softer.

“This is Alice, I presume?”

“Where’s Jane?” I demanded, refusing to answer his questions until he told me what was going on.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack hurriedly getting dressed. I’m not sure if he could overhear the conversation, or if he just saw the panic in me.

“If you want to see her again, I suggest you come and get her,” the voice said. There was something sinisterly playful in his voice, and I could hear Jane crying in the background. “Where are we again?” Jane yelped. “Where are we? You need to tell us if you want your friend to come rescue you.”

“You son of a bitch!” I growled. “Leave her alone! When we find you, we’ll kill you!”

“We?” He chuckled. “Even better.” Jane screamed behind him.

“Loring Park!” Jane sobbed in the background. “We’re at Loring Park! But Alice! Don’t come! They’re going to-” She screamed again, cutting off the rest of her sentence.

“As you can tell, we’re in a hurry, so act accordingly,” he said, then the phone went silent.

Chapter 25

If Jack hadn’t already been moving, I might have just sat there feeling dazed. Immediately after he hung up the phone, I tried calling back, but it went straight to voicemail. Jack had already pulled on shorts and a tee shirt, and he was struggling to pull on his Converse as quickly as possible. My stomach lurched, and panic and hunger were mixing together, making me feel volatile and frail.

“Alice?” Jack said, trying to snap me out of it. “Where is she?”

“Loring Park,” I told him numbly. “I don’t know who has her, but I think they’re going to kill her.

And they want me to come. She’s bait for me?” Jack pursed his lips and looked at me thoughtfully for a moment.

“You stay here. I’ll go get her,” Jack decided and made a step for the door.

“No!” I jumped up, holding the blanket around me. “If this is about me, there’s no way you’re going without me.”

“Alice, it isn’t safe,” Jack shook his head.

“Exactly!” I ran to the closet to put on clothes before he left. I don’t think I’d ever gotten dressed so quickly in my life. Jack stood in the doorway to the closet and sighed. “I’m a vampire now. I can take care of myself.” This I said while I struggling to put on a pair of jeans and nearly falling over. “I beat up Jane’s boyfriend or whatever before. If you can handle it, I can handle.”

“No. I’m much more skilled than you are, and you just lost blood.” He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look as resolute as possible.

“I don’t care.” I slipped on my shoes and walked up to him. “We’re together now, forever.

That means if you’re in danger, I’m in danger. Jane needs help, and we’re going together.”

“I don’t like it,” Jack relented.

“I don’t care.” I pushed past him, knowing that we had to hurry to save her, and I had to hurry before he changed his mind. He couldn’t stop me from going, but he could slow us down with unnecessary arguing.

“Alice?” Milo opened my bedroom door before I could even get to it. He had a bewildered, frantic look on his face, and my heart raced, fearing that he might be in trouble too. “Is everything okay?” He pushed the door open a little bit wider and stepped inside. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Why? What’s going on with you?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Nothing! I just… I thought something was wrong,” Milo floundered. Then I realized what had happened. Just like I was tuned into his heart, he was tuned into mine. It had been beating in a panic for the last few minutes, so Milo was concerned. He probably would’ve come in right away, but he misread it at first as being part of the festivities that me and Jack were partaking in.

“Jane’s in trouble.” I chewed my lip, looking at him, and Jack gave me a weird look. Milo was my little brother and I’d do almost anything to protect him. But he was a vampire, more powerful than me, and from the sounds of it, Jane had more than one attacker and she was terrified. We needed all the help we could get.

“She’s in the park. I don’t know who has her, but I think they want to kill her, and they want us to hurry.”

“What are you talking about?” Milo tensed up, and I could see his muscles flexing under his shirt.

Someday, he’d probably even be more powerful than Jack, especially since he had so much control.

“I don’t know! And I don’t have time to explain! If you want to come with, we have to go now!” I looked insistently at him, and I knew my invitation surprised Jack. He’d expected to me demand Milo stay here and try to protect him, and maybe I should’ve. But we were three vampires, and Jane might die. I didn’t think I had much of a choice.

“I’m in,” Milo nodded once. “Let’s go.”

We’d barely made it out the bedroom door when we ran into another snag. Bobby was in the process of pulling a sweater on over his head when he came of his room. He saw us in a hurry, so he caught up with us.

“What’s going on?” Bobby asked nervously.

“Nothing. Go back to your room.” Milo tried to make it down the steps, but Bobby wouldn’t stop following him. Jack and I paused at the bottom of the steps, but I wouldn’t be able to wait for long for either of them. The clock was ticking.

“Where are you going on? Why do you all look so freaked?” Bobby’s hair had been mussed when he pulled on the sweater, and he tried to smooth it out while keeping his eyes fixed on Milo.

“What happened?”

“Look, just go back upstairs!” Milo said sternly. “You can’t come with!”

“Why?” Bobby was only getting more and more freaked out. “What you are doing?”

“It’s too dangerous for a human. Just go!” Milo pointed up to the top of the stairs like Bobby was a disobedient dog.

“Dangerous?” Bobby blanched. “No! If you can get hurt, I’m going with you!”

“We don’t have time for this! We’re going now!” I waved my hands of it and walked to the garage.

Jack was a step of ahead of me, but Milo trailed behind me with Bobby at his heels.

“Bobby!” Milo snapped at him when we reached the garage. “You can’t come with!”

“No!” Bobby grabbed into Milo’s arm and looked as if he might cry. I wondered if this is what I had looked like when I was mortal. “I’m not gonna stay here why you go off to …”

“Get in the car,” Jack said, looking over the Lexus at Bobby.

“What? No!” Milo protested, and I gave him a questioning look. Jack refused to meet my gaze, and I knew he was thinking something, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

“Just do it,” Jack commanded and hopped in the driver’s seat.

Milo and Bobby did as they were told, although that didn’t stop Milo from arguing about how idiotic it was for Bobby to be coming along. I agreed with him, but I kept my mouth shut. Jack started the car, and we sped out of the garage, on the way to the park. It wasn’t until I was trapped in the enclosed space of the car with Bobby that I realized how hungry I was. He was afraid, so his heart was beating even faster, and my mouth started to water. I had to grip onto the door handle to keep my hand from shaking.

Jack noticed, and he frowned at me and rolled down the window. The cold night air helped some, but there was nothing more that either of us could do.

Thanks to the ridiculous weather, the roads were slick, and Jack wasn’t keen on slowing down. When we came to a stop in front of the park, the car skidded sideways, and Jack jerked the wheel.

The Lexus lurched over the curb, and slid across the slush covered grass before finally coming to a stop like two inches away from hitting a tree.

“Is everyone okay?” Jack asked, looking around to make sure no one was injured or killed.

Bobby had hit his head on the back of my seat, but otherwise everyone was okay.

“You’re a really terrible driver,” I muttered, but I didn’t really have time to complain. I opened the door and stepped out of the car, instantly slipping in the grass. I grabbed onto the door just before I fell to the ground, but I wasn’t boding well for how I would do in battle.

“Careful,” Bobby said and started getting out of the car.

“No!” Jack shouted. He’d already gotten out and he pointed at Bobby. “You. Get back in the car.”

“What? No!” Bobby whined.

“No, if you come with, you’ll only hinder us,” Jack said. “Stay here so you don’t get us killed.” Bobby wanted to argue, but he had to realize that Jack had a valid point. Humans always slowed down vampires. It was just a fact.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Milo promised. Grudgingly, Bobby climbed back in the car, and Milo leaned in to give him a quick kiss.

“I love you!” Bobby said, but Milo was already hurrying after Jack and me. We had started down a winding pathway through the center of the park. It had been salted and sanded so it was much less treacherous than walking on the grass.

“Where is she?” Milo asked when he had jogged up to us.

“We don’t know,” Jack glanced over at me, hoping I’d have more information.

Milo was about to ask something logical, like how did we plan on finding her, but I shushed him. I was trying to get a read on her, but it was hard. Even late at night in bad weather, downtown Minneapolis still had tons of activity. It was hard to separate sounds. On top of that, there were so many people, and I was getting really hungry. I kept getting focused in on the wrong smells and sounds because they were far more appetizing than what I was looking for.

“Ugh.” I wrinkled my nose, catching onto something. It smelled dirty and not quite right.

“What?” Jack froze in his tracks and looked at me.

“I don’t know. I just smell something.” A cold wind came up, blowing it away, and I shook my head.

“It was probably the dog park. But it definitely wasn’t Jane.”

We walked a little further down the trail, but then I started noticing the smell again. It wasn’t even really a dirty smell so much as it smelled like dirt, like the ground and trees. A hint of pine, and something else, something familiar. It reminded me of when the fair came to town, and I always spent too much time feeding the goats in the petting zoo. It was almost how they smelled but different. I kept walking, and I had started following the scent, but nobody questioned me about it. Even when we started veering off the trail. If Jack and Milo noticed, they didn’t say anything to me.

Finally, too late, I placed it. I stopped dead in my tracks and my heart stopped in my chest.

“What?” Jack asked in a nervous whisper.

“Reindeer.” I could barely even say it aloud.

“What?” Milo asked incredulously, and even Jack gave me a confused look.

Neither of them understood what that meant, but I was scanning the trees frantically. I knew how fast they could move. They were probably here. We might even being surrounded already. I turned in a circle, slipping in the slush, and Jack caught me before I fell to the ground. The wind picked again, taking the scent away from me, and that was the only hint I had to where they might be. Thirst mixed with my panic, and the edge of my vision blurred red. My hands trembled, but I couldn’t say for sure if that was from hunger or fear.

“What’s going on?” Milo asked. He was looking around, trying to figure out what exactly had me so freaked. Jack still had his hand on my arm, steadying me, and the scent became stronger behind me, so I turned around.

On a bench only thirty yards from us, a vampire stood on a bench. I had just been looking at a few seconds ago, and nobody had been around, but here he was. His dark blue work jacket hung open, revealing his bare chest covered in dark hair. His jeans were filthy and ragged, and hadn’t been washed in months.

Despite the cold slush on the ground, he was barefoot. The wind blew his black hair across his face, but I could still see his black eyes staring right at me, giving me the same chill they had when I first saw him in Finland. It was Stellan, the lycan that wouldn’t speak English, and he’d already spotted us.

“I never should’ve brought you here,” I said, both to Jack and Milo. Letting them come along had been a death sentence, but I didn’t realize it until too late.

“What is going on?” Milo repeated, growing frustrated.

“Who is that?” Jack followed my line of vision, where I was staring at Stellan, and Milo turned to look at him too. He was by himself, and he didn’t look that threatening, but I knew more of them were nearby.

“Lycan.” I couldn’t look away from Stellan because I knew he would move as soon as I did, so I couldn’t see Jack’s reaction, but he instantly tensed.

“Go back to the car,” Jack commanded through gritted teeth. I thought of Bobby, sitting unguarded in the car, and I choked by vomit. He was a sitting duck, and they probably had already found him.

“No.” I glanced back at Milo. The car was a deathtrap, and I couldn’t have him going back there.

“Run, Milo.” I looked back at Stellan, but he was already gone, and my heart sank. We didn’t stand a chance.

Milo would never be able to outrun them.

“Get out of here!” Jack shouted. He had just seen Stellan’s disappearing act, and he was just starting to realize what we were up against. “Alice, Milo, get out of here!”

“No!” I grabbed his arm and looked up at him. “I’m not leaving you!” His eyes were conflicted and terrified. He wanted to protect me above all else, but we had probably already been ambushed. How could he protect us? “They want me anyway!”

“No, they don’t want you!” Jack shook his head and gritted his teeth. “They want Peter!

You’re just the thing that’s most important to him! They’re trying to flush him out.”

“How astute.” The voice on the phone interrupted us. He was only standing fifteen feet in front of us.

Shirtless, his upper body was pure muscle. His dark hair was pushed back from his face, revealing brown eyes, but they were so cold and empty. It was like looking at an evil doll. Just by looking at him, I knew he was Gunnar, the leader of the lycan. “What an adorable little pack you have.” He took a step towards us, his bare feet crunching in the grass, and Jack moved in front of me. Milo tried to step up next to him, but he held up his arm in front of him, blocking him. Gunnar laughed at his feeble attempts to protect us.

He was alone, so his comrades must be hidden amongst the trees around us.

“Where’s Jane?” I asked, barely keeping my voice even.

“Around here somewhere.” He glanced darkly around us, smirking arrogantly. “It’s so easy to misplace things in the city. That’s why I’ve always preferred the intimacy of the country.”

“We don’t know where Peter’s at,” Jack told him. “He doesn’t know we’re here.”

“I’m aware. I know he would never let a pathetic attempt like you out to greet us.” His expression changed, growing dark and angry, and rather terrifying. “There’s no sport in going after you, and Peter would never bore his guests.”

“Don’t go after us, then,” I suggested. “Just give us Jane, and we’ll be out of your hair.”

“You know what I think would be fun?” The devilish grin returned to his face. “Is if we made you find her, and bring her to us.”

“Don’t you already have her?” I asked, growing confused.

“Yes, I do, because I know that a good guest always brings something to share with his host,” Gunnar said, his dark eyes started to sparkle. My stomach twisted, knowing that whatever made him happy would horrify me. “You’re looking quite famished, Alice, and I know for a fact that your friend is a very tasty treat.”

Just then, Dodge came out from behind a pine tree a few feet away from us. His hair blond hair was mussed, and he looked much less amused than he had when I met him in the woods. He had Jane in his arms, and he was holding his hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Her heart was pounding franticly, and I would’ve noticed it sooner if I hadn’t been so distracted by Gunnar. Her eyes were wild, and she fought at Dodge as hard as she could, but it didn’t do anything. He restrained her with ease.

“I’m not going after her!” I glared at Gunnar. “You can’t make me kill her!”

“That is true, but I can make it more tempting.” Gunnar nodded at Dodge, who responded by dropping Jane to the ground.

“Alice, I’m so sorry!” Jane cried. She was barefoot in that short green dress she’d stolen from closet, and she fell into the frozen grass. Her clothes were torn and her knees and cheeks were scraped and dirty. “I didn’t want to call you, but they made me!” She was half-kneeling and half-sitting on the ground, with her hands pressed down in the icy slush. As cold as it that must’ve been for her, she was too weak and too afraid to get up.

“It’s okay, Jane. Don’t worry about it,” I tried to reassure her. I wanted to go over to her, but I was too afraid about how Gunnar and Dodge would react. Jack and Milo didn’t know what to do anymore than I did, so we all just stood there, waiting until Gunnar told us what he wanted.

“Dodge, make the food more appetizing,” Gunnar commanded. Dodge reached into his pocket, and before I knew what was going on, he’d bent over and sliced open her arm from elbow to wrist, and she screamed.

“Jane!” I started to run towards her to save her, but Jack wrapped his arm around me and stopped me.

“Alice, no,” Jack hissed in my ear when I started to fight him. His grip was like an iron bar, and I was disappointed with how little I could do against it. I was even weaker than I thought.

I probably would’ve kept fighting against him anyway, but then I smelled her blood. She held it up, trying to stop it, but it was flowing hot and sweet. My hunger intensified, a painful burning that shot through me. I closed my eyes and swallowed it back. I did not want to bite her, and I wouldn’t.

Within a few seconds, I calmed down enough where Jack could let go of me, but he didn’t.

“Put pressure on the wound,” I said to Jane, and it surprised even me how calm I sounded.

“Tear your dress and put a tourniquet about the elbow, or you’re gonna bleed out.” Jane did as she was told, her hands trembling and tears streaming down her cheeks. She struggled tying it around her arm, and Dodge moved to stop her.

“No, let her do it,” Gunnar said, and Dodge straightened back up. He stood right over, watching as Jane sobbed and almost fell over onto the grass. “It’s not fun if she bleeds to death first.”

“I’m not going to bite her,” I insisted, looking back at him. “None of us are.”

“I feel a challenge growing,” Gunnar grinned at me, showing his teeth menacingly.

I heard footsteps approaching, and I quickly turned towards the trail. None of the lycan would be dumb enough to make a sound walking, and they moved too fast anyway. This was a human, taking a stroll through the park at midnight. Admittedly, it was a stupid human, but he was definitely innocent of any involvement in this. Then, I saw him. Just a chubby guy in his twenties with dark glasses. He was walking one of this ridiculous puggle dogs, and it sensed trouble before he did. It had been sniffing along the path, but then it looked towards us and barked. No sooner had the guy looked toward us, then Stellan burst out from nowhere and dove on him.

I wanted to scream, but I opened my mouth and nothing came out. The guy didn’t even have a chance to scream before Stellan ripped out his throat. Jane screamed, and she was the only one that made a sound.

His little dog barked angrily, and then realized the danger was too much for him, and took off down the path.

Stellan was gnawing at his throat, and I could see the blood spurting out around him, as well as smell it. His body convulsed and shook, and I heard the sounds of bone tearing as Stellan completely tore his neck, and the guy’s body stopped moving.

I shrank back from the sight, but I couldn’t look away. I wanted to throw up, and I hated myself for getting thirsty over the scent of blood. When I felt Milo’s hand, I almost jumped, but managed to stop myself.

He put his hand in mine and squeezed. I had never see anything so horrific in my life as Stellan ripping apart the guy, and when I finally managed to look away, I saw that Milo had tears in his eyes.

Suddenly, he looked so young and scared, and he moved closer to me. I wanted to hug him, but I was afraid of how Gunnar would react, so I settled for holding his hand.

“It’ll be okay,” I lied, looking Milo in the eye. “At least it happened really fast. I’m sure he didn’t feel anything.”

“He probably didn’t,” Gunnar admitted. “But he could’ve. Stellan was a little hasty with him, but he can do it much slower. Shall I have him show you?”

“No!” I said too quickly, and Gunnar laughed. Jack had moved so he was trying to block both Milo and me from Gunnar, and we stood behind him, holding hands and shivering like two scared little kids.

“Stellan!” Gunnar shouted without looking at him. Stellan gave up on eating the guy and lifted his head. His face and chest were covered in blood, and he wiped at them absently with the back of his sleeve as he started walking over to us.

“What do you want from us?” Jack asked. He was as scared and sick as I was, but he could almost pass for calm and confident.

“How about… a game?” Gunnar smiled. Stellan had returned to his side, leaving the corpse in the middle of the trail like it was just a discarded piece of trash, like a half eaten apple or a pop can. Gunnar’s eyes moved to something behind, and when I turned, it was already too late.

This giant vampire had somehow crept up behind us, and he wrapped his massive bare arms around Milo. He yelped in surprise and fought against the vampire, but it was completely useless. He was the largest person I’d ever seen in my life, and he had to vampire strength behind it. Milo was still gripping my hand, and I clung onto him tightly, trying to pull him from the vampire.

“Alice!” Jack had his arms around me, refusing to let me be dragged along with Milo as the vampire pulled him away, but I wouldn’t let go. “Alice! Let him go! Alice!”

“Milo!” I screamed, but my fingers slipped, and I let go of Milo. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he was still reaching his arm out for me. His huge brown eyes had never looked so sad or scared in his life. I kicked at Jack, but he wouldn’t let me go. “Milo!”

“Alice, as you can see, my good friend Bear isn’t hurting him,” Gunnar interrupted. Bear, the gargantuan vampire, had Milo firmly secured in his arms, but he didn’t even appear to be squeezing him. Milo still squirmed and fought against him, but he didn’t look like he was in any real pain, just terrified. “Milo -

that’s your name, yes?” Milo didn’t say anything and kept fighting. “Milo, are you in any pain? Is he hurting you?”

“No,” Milo grunted, and finally started to settle down in Bear’s grip. He probably wouldn’t have answered if I hadn’t been there. He was saying it for my benefit, so I would stop fighting against Jack. He looked over at me and nodded. “I’m okay.” I did finally stop struggling against Jack, but smartly, he didn’t let me go. I would’ve taken off towards Milo the second he did.

“Let him go!” I screamed and turned my attention to Gunnar. “He has nothing to do with this! Just let him go! Peter doesn’t even like him!” He laughed at that, but I’m not sure how that was amusing. Jack said nothing, but he was trying to gauge the situation. He knew that Gunnar had some plan going on, and he was trying to figure it out. I knew that too, but I couldn’t keep my emotions under control.

“Mmm, yes, I’m sure, but Peter might not be arriving for awhile,” Gunnar said with faux sadness. “So I thought we would play a game until he joined us. Can you guess what it is?” I just glared at him. “Tag -

vampire style. You see, it’s just like normal tag, except you have to kill whoever you tag.

Since you’re new to this game, we’ll keep it easy and start with two players. How about… you,” he pointed Jane, “and you,” he pointed to me. “And since you’re the vampire, you’re It, Alice.”

“No! I’m already told you I’m never going to bite her!” I yelled at him, disgusted.

“But you don’t even know what the prize is yet?” Gunnar smiled widely at me. “It’s that Milo fellow.

If you win, you get him back. If you forfeit, then Stellan gets him, and we all know how he likes to play.”

Gunnar nodded to the corpse on the trail. “But since I am such a giving guy, I’ll give you a parting gift. After Stellan eviscerates Milo, I will personally give you his heart.” I just gaped at him for a moment, unable to do anything but try and not vomit. Either I would have to murder my best friend, or they would murder my brother. The only good thing was that I had a feeling I wouldn’t live very long to regret my decision, no matter what it was.

“No,” Jack said firmly. “Let me play. I’m much quicker than Alice.” I’m not sure if he had a plan to save Jane, or if he was only trying to save me from killing her by doing it himself.

“Well, Jane doesn’t seem much in the running mood, so I don’t think speed is really an issue.” Gunnar had a point.

Jane had finally tied the tourniquet around her arm, but not before she lost quite a bit of blood. Her only consolation is that her body was used to running on less blood, and she had spent the last few days building her supply back up. But she was barely even holding herself up, and she hadn’t screamed or protested when Gunnar told me to kill her. Her skin was completely ashen, and the blood had started freezing on her arm.

“There has to be something else!” Jack shouted. He let go of me so he could step forward to Gunnar, challenging him. Stellan stepped towards Jack, defending Gunnar, but Gunnar held his hand out to him. His hand was the only thing preventing Stellan from ripping out Jack’s heart, and we all knew it.

“I have other ideas, but I’m certain you wouldn’t like them anymore than this one!” Gunnar growled.

I exchanged a look with Milo, his eyes wide and uncertain. If I had to choose, I would pick him.

Without a doubt, I loved him so much that I would do anything for him. But I didn’t want to kill Jane. She hadn’t done anything to deserve this, and I couldn’t imagine taking anyone’s life, let alone someone I cared about.

“Just do it, Alice,” Jane mumbled, her voice barely audible. Her heart was beating so slowly, I didn’t know how she was still awake. She had herself propped up with her good arm, and she still held the wounded on up, trying to keep the cut above her heart. “I’m dying anyway.”

“No. I can’t.” I shook my head and tears filled my eyes. “I can’t do it.”

“So be it.” Gunnar shrugged and nodded to Milo. Stellan stepped towards him, and I shouted.

“No! Wait!” I shouted. Bear tightened his grip around Milo, and Milo clawed at him. “Milo!

No! Stop!

Let him go! I’ll do it! Milo!”

“Do it, and we’ll let him go,” Gunnar said through gritted teeth.

“Fine! Just stop hurting him!” I pleaded. “Stop! Milo!” Gunnar rolled his eyes, and nodded at Bear again. Instantly, he loosened his grip on Milo, who gasped for breath.

My panicked screams for my brother had carried farther than I thought. I heard him before I saw him.

Bobby was racing through the grass towards us. He fell and slid on his ass towards us, and I wanted to scream at him, but I prayed he wised up and realized what he was up against. I would’ve felt some relief that he was still alive if he wasn’t running to his death.

“Milo!” Bobby shouted, and I winced. His only hope for survival had been going undetected, but he had just drawn attention himself. He fell again and scrambled to his feet. “Milo!”

“Run!” Milo screamed as loudly as he could, but it was already too late.

Stellan had started moving towards Bobby, but only a split second before he got there, another lycan came out and wrapped his arms around him. Bobby screamed in surprise, but the lycan held him tightly.

Stellan growled in protest. If he had caught Bobby first, he would’ve gladly torn him apart.

Then the lycan holding him looked at me. His brown eyes were sad and disappointed. It was Leif, the kind lycan that had helped Ezra and I find Peter. I realized exactly what he’d done, and I suspected from the way Gunnar glared at him that he thought the same thing. Leif had just saved Bobby’s life by intercepting him before Stellan did.

“This has all gotten rather tedious,” Gunnar said wearily, and looked Bear. “I’ve tired of this game.

Kill the boy.”

Before Jack could stop me, I dove at Bear. I jumped onto his back, clawing and biting at him. Dodge came towards me, but Jack managed to fight him off. Milo bit into Bear’s wrist, and a bold move, started drinking his blood. Bear howled, and even though he was weakened, I could do little against him. Stellan was on me instantly, pulling me off Bear. He threw me onto the ground and sat on top of me, pinning my wrists back. His mouth was stained red, and he bared his teeth at me, showing his bloodied incisors with bits of flesh still clinging to them.

“Stellan! Don’t kill the girl!” Gunnar shouted. “We need her! Just scent the ground with her blood!”

Keeping his dead black eyes locked on me, Stellan yelled something back at Gunnar in Finnish, and Gunnar responded wearily in Finnish.

I tried kicking at Stellan, but he refused to budge, and he had my wrists locked into the cold slush.

Dodge and Jack were still fighting, but now Dodge was holding Jack back from getting at Stellan. Milo had managed to get Bear to the ground, but he wasn’t free yet. Through it all, Gunnar didn’t enter the mix. He just stalked around, observing our futile attempts at escape. Bobby was screaming at us, but I doubted that Leif was hurting him.

Stellan bent down and head butted me incredibly hard. Shooting pain shot through my skull and everything went black for a second. Had I been human, I’m sure he would’ve killed me with that. I could hear him saying something to me in Finnish, but I couldn’t see him or understand him. When my vision started clearing, I was holding my head, my natural reflex. Belatedly, I realized that that meant he’d let me go. He was standing over me, repeating the same word over and over again.

“He’s telling you to run, Alice,” Gunnar told me. I was curled up on the ground, and I could see Gunnar through Stellan’s legs. His expression was blank, and that was strangely disturbing.

“I suggest you listen to him. Stellan loves a good chase, and believe me, you want him happy when he catches you.”

I didn’t give a shit what Stellan wanted, but if I ran, he would chase me. I was what they were really after, so maybe they would all follow me away. They would leave Jane and Bobby behind for sure, since carrying humans along with them would just be cumbersome, but maybe even Milo and Jack. And even if they didn’t it was the only plan I had.

My head had stopped hurting, but I still felt dazed. I tried staggering to my feet, and immediately slipped and fell onto my knees. Stellan laughed, so I tried again. This time, I got up, and I ran.

Chapter 26

Sliding through the grass, I fell more than I actually ran. Stellan was clearly giving me a head start, because I wasn’t making it very far. He was going to be awfully disappointed when he caught me, but I didn’t know what more I could do. I was running as fast as I could. If he hadn’t head butted me so hard and the ground wasn’t so slushy, I might’ve actually made it somewhere.

As it was I only made it about twenty feet before I felt him pounce on me. It how I imagined a tiger attack would be. His claws dug into my back, and then I was the ground, the wind knocked out of me. He pressed my face into the ground, so I was drowning in the watery snow and grass. When he finally let my head up, I spit out chunks of grass and dirt. I tried to push myself up, with him on my back, but he was too strong and the ground was too slippery.

In the distance, I heard police sirens wailing. It seemed very far in the distance, but that was just because my level of consciousness was changing. The adrenaline and panic changed my thirst into something different. I wasn’t blacked out exactly, but I felt like I was fighting underneath water. Stellan laughed, and I felt the weight move off me. His hand went between his legs, and I scrambled to crawl away from him, but that just made him dig my fingers into my inner-thigh. When I saw “dig into” I mean literally dig. His claws and fingers tore through my jeans and flesh into the muscle. I screamed as the searing pain shot through me. I turned around to fight him off, and he jerked his hand back, taking a chunk of my leg with him. He laughed, and then disappeared.

I tried to sit up and look down at my leg, and it was then that I realized what he’d done. The femoral artery runs through the inner thigh, and if severed, a human would bleed out in a very short time.

Unfortunately, it’s not that much different for vampires. In an ordinary situation, my heart would be beating my slower, which would give my body a chance to heal before things got out of hand. But I was scared as hell and my heart was beating to match that. My blood was spilling out all over the ground, and I could feel it.

When I bled as a human, it had never felt like this. It was pressure and pain and weakening.

It was almost like a vacuum, and I could feel my life being sucked out of me with every drop of blood.

“Alice!” Jack appeared at my side. I might’ve noticed him approaching if I wasn’t so focused on the blood. I held my hands over it, trying to stop the flow, but there was a big gouge in my leg.

My hand wouldn’t cover it. The blood just flowed out over it, and it was coming to fast for me to heal. “Oh, hell, Alice.”

“Where’s Milo?” I asked, and my voice sounded weak and soft. Jack put his hand over mine, trying to stop the blood. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s with Bobby. They’re fine,” Jack bit his lip and looked back over his shoulder.

“The lycan just took off when the cops showed up. We gotta get out of here before they find us.”

After the lycan attack, dealing with the cops didn’t seem like that big of deal. Except that I was bleeding like crazy. They would take me to a hospital, where everything would get very, very complicated, and I couldn’t handle that. The wound itself wasn’t deadly either. Or at least I didn’t think it was.

I tried to remember if vampires could die from blood loss. I knew starvation could kill them, but it had to be a very long time. At any right, but the looks of the puddle growing underneath me, I had lost almost all the blood I had in me.

I was starting to feel it. My insides felt like they were burning and shriveling up. There was this weird painful sense of being deflated. My mind had fogged up so much I couldn’t understand anything Jack was saying to me, and everything I could see had blurred completely into a red haze. I couldn’t feel actual bloodlust because I was too weak. All the strength had seeped out of me, and it was replaced with some of the most intense pain I had ever felt. I started screaming until Jack put his hand over mouth. I could smell and taste my blood on his hand, and my stomach lurched.

The ground seemed to move around me, falling away. A cold wind blew over me, but I could barely feel it. I couldn’t see anything. There was just the pain. I could smell blood, and that frantic animal part of me was barreling in. I tried to move, to fight to get at the blood, my arms wouldn’t work. They were shaking violently, and I wondered dully if I was having a seizure. The world swayed and bowed around me, and I was about ready to kill Jack to get his blood. The pain was so excoriating that I would’ve killed anyone to make it stop.

“Alice, drink.” Jack’s voice in my ear, but I didn’t know what he was talking about. I could smell him, but it wasn’t his blood. It was warm and fresh and pounding quickly. I wanted to drink it, but I couldn’t find it. I couldn’t speak or move.

Then I felt it. Warm skin pressed against my lips, and I felt the pulse of his veins throbbing on my mouth. Without thinking, I sunk my teeth and started drinking. Almost instantly, my strength picked up, and I grabbed onto whoever I was drinking. I pressed them closer to me and drank furtively. My mind flashed onto when I saw Milo biting Jane and how he had looked like an animal, and I knew that I was eating like that, but I didn’t have a choice.

The pain stopped, then pleasure slowly trickled through me. Delirious heat spread through me.

Pleasure exploded all through me, and I drank more deeply. I could feel how kind and loving they were, and there was an acidic aftertaste from the adrenaline. They had been afraid, but they weren’t usually, and they weren’t know. They felt safe with me and they cared about me, even though I was drinking them dry.

Some part of me knew I should stop. I had already drank enough where I would be alright, and it was almost more than a human could spare. But the rest of me refused. I couldn’t stop. It felt too amazing and tasted to wonderful. I needed this, and I couldn’t stop, not until I had it all.

“Alice!” Jack shouted. There was a sharp pain in the back of my head, but I didn’t care, not until that pain started pulling me back. He was pulling me by my hair, trying to get me to let go, but I wouldn’t, and if he pulled too hard, I would end up tearing out the throat. “Alice! Let go!”

“Jack!” Milo wailed. “Make her stop!”

Jack kept pulling on me, and I literally growled at him, like a dog with a bone. Thinking quickly, he wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing down on it. I couldn’t breathe, but more importantly, I couldn’t swallow. I let go, simply so I could bite Jack and get him to leave me alone, but as soon as I separated, I could think again. I felt dizzy and drunk, but I didn’t feel animal crazy anymore.

Jack didn’t know that though, so he wrapped his arms around me to keep me from going after the blood. The neck had already been pulled away from me. It had been the instant I had stopped biting, and I looked around to see who it was. Milo cradled Bobby in his arms, sobbing, and that’s how I found out.

“Bobby?” I mumbled. The familiar tired haze I got after eating settled in on me. My inner thigh tingled and itched like crazy, meaning it was healing.

“You nearly killed him, Alice!” Milo yelled at me.

“She had to do it, or she would’ve died!” Jack shouted. He was still holding me in his arms, but more gently. He just wanted me near him.

I wiped Bobby’s blood away from my mouth and tried to sit up. We were sitting on black top next to a white building, and when I looked up, I realized it was the Basilica of St. Mary, a massive cathedral a block away from the park. Jack had carried me over here, away from the police, and then tried to fix me up. I felt like passing out, but I was fighting it. We weren’t safe here, not with the lycan after us, and I had to do something.

“I never should’ve let him come with.” Milo stroked Bobby’s hair. I could hear his heart beating, and it was still strong, so I knew I hadn’t killed him, but he had completely passed out. Not to mention the fact that he belonged to Milo, and vampires hated sharing their humans with other vampires.

Even though he loved me, it had to be driving Milo crazy to let me bite him.

“That is why I let him come with,” Jack admitted sourly.

“What?” Milo glared at Jack. “You brought him along to feed her?”

“He saved your sister’s life, didn’t he?” Jack countered.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized weakly. I tried to sit up again, but that was all I had in me. Jack’s arms were strong and warm, and I finally gave into them. Darkness rolled over me, and I passed out.

I awoke on the floor. After everything I’d gone through, I felt surprisingly good. When I opened my eyes, all I could see were the beautiful gold and white ceilings of the cathedral. Bobby was lying next to me, sound asleep himself, and I felt this strange pulling in my heart for him. Not like love or even a crush, but just a connection. He had shared himself with me, and in return, he’d gotten some of me as well.

I had never fed on a human before, and I was surprised to find that I felt anything for him afterwards. I didn’t have time to ponder the details of our relationship, though, because I heard voices talking.

I got my feet, still feeling kind of dazed and drunk. We were in the balcony of the church, surrounded by pews and crosses, and Jack, Milo, Peter, Ezra, and Olivia were standing at the other end.

They had been trying to let us sleep, which was ridiculous. I needed to be awake and strong for this. Their voices were hushed, and I tried to sneak over to them, but I stumbled and bumped into a pew.

“Oh good. She’s awake,” Milo muttered dryly, so apparently he wasn’t ready to forgive me yet.

“What’s going?” I asked when I reached them. They were standing in a circle, making some kind of plan, and I squeezed in between Jack and Ezra. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We called them,” Jack said, and I couldn’t believe that he’d called Peter. Ezra, I understood, but I was pretty sure he hated Peter now more than ever. But here they were, standing in a circle, and Jack wasn’t trying to kill him. “We couldn’t get to the car because of the police, and we didn’t want the lycan to follow us back home anyway.”

“I called Olivia because she’s the only really equipped to deal with them,” Ezra said.

“And I’d do anything for you, sweetheart,” Olivia winked at me, and Jack moved a little bit closer to me. She wore leather pants and a tiny leather vest with nothing underneath it. On top of that, she had donned some kind of crossbow apparatus. The leather satchel on her back was filled to the brim with metal arrows.

She saw me admiring her weaponry and smiled. “Titanium is strong enough to break through a vampire’s sternum and go right through the heart. The old wooden stake would never work, and even this isn’t fool proof, but it’ll at least slow them down.”

“Great,” I sighed, and looked around. It suddenly dawned on me that someone was missing.

“Where’s Jane?” Jack pursed his lips and nobody said anything. “Jack? What happened?”

“The lycan took her with them,” Jack said quietly.

“Oh my god.” I ran my hands through my hair. “This is a fucking nightmare.”

“We’ll get her back,” Peter promised fiercely. His green eyes met mine, and I felt Jack bristle, but he did nothing. “We’ll make the trade, me for her. They can’t deny it.”

“We are not sacrificing you,” Ezra said firmly.

“Why not?” Jack scoffed. “It’s his fault we’re in this mess! He almost got Alice killed, and who knows what’s happened to Jane!”

“We’re not giving them anybody!” Ezra roared, looking at Jack sternly. “We will stop them.”

“What if we can’t?” Peter countered. “We should all die for my mistakes? No. I won’t let that happen.

This is my fault. This is my war.”

“We’re all involved in it now,” Ezra said. “Do you think they’ll really just let us walk away if we give them you? That would be too easy for them.”

“You should’ve just let me die in Finland!” Peter shouted, his face raw with pain. “I told you to leave me there! Why wouldn’t you listen?”

“I’m more than happy to let you die here,” Jack offered, glaring at him.

“Nobody is dying here today!” I held up my hands to silence them. “We’ll figure something out! I don’t know what but… We’ll do something.”

“See? Firecracker,” Olivia smiled at me.

“We need a better plan than arguing with each other,” Ezra said. “The lycan will track us soon.”

“Maybe sooner than you thought,” Olivia said, and she started reaching back for her crossbow.

As she set her crossbow, I peered down over the balcony. A dirty, disheveled lycan was walking down the down the center of the aisle of the church. I heard the click as she set it, and then he looked back up at us, his brown eyes were wide and innocent. I can’t explain it, but as soon as I saw him, I knew he wasn’t with them.

“Stop!” I shouted, my voice reverberating off the ceilings, and I held my hand up in front of her crossbow. Leif just stood in the center of the church, staring up at us. He would willingly take whatever fate we dealt him.

“What? Why?” Jack looked at me like I was crazy.

“No, she’s right,” Peter agreed. “He’s not like the rest of them.”

“Leif!” I leaned over the balcony, as if I thought that would help me speak to him.

“I’m not with them!” Leif yelled back. “I came here to warn you! It’ll be harder for them to find you without me. I’m the best tracker they have, but you’re so close. I’ve beat them by a matter of minutes.”

“Why would you help us?” Ezra asked, looking at him skeptically. Leif looked at Ezra for a moment, then looked back at me.

“Really?” Milo scoffed. “Does every vampire in the whole world want to tap my sister?”

That wasn’t it, and I knew that, but I couldn’t explain it. There was nothing sexual about the way he looked at me, and I wasn’t even remotely attracted to him. It was something else entirely.

“She is pretty hot,” Olivia said, and both Peter and Jack gave her an uneasy look.

“No, I don’t want to … ‘tap’ anyone,” Leif looked unsure of the word. “I’ve just had enough. They are cruel and sadistic, and I’ve seen that vampires can live another way. I don’t want to stay with them anymore. They shouldn’t even be alive. They are abominations.”

“How do you propose we stop them?” Ezra asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Leif admitted sadly. “But I will help you anyway I can. Even if you just want me to bait them. If I can save you, I will do it.”

“Do you trust him?” Jack looked seriously at me.

“Yes,” I nodded. Jack turned back to Ezra and Peter, and Peter nodded.

“I think he’s okay,” Milo said, and Olivia shrugged.

“Hey, how did you find Jane?” I asked, looking down at Leif. It made sense to me that they’d be able to find me since they met me before, but I didn’t understand how they’d even know she associated with us.

“She was wearing your clothes walking around downtown,” Leif said, almost sadly. “I smelled you on her. We tracked you down to Minneapolis by asking around. Gunnar knew people that knew Ezra.” He face flushed guiltily. “I never should’ve agreed to come with, but if I hadn’t they would’ve killed me, and they still would’ve killed you. When we got on the boat, though, I knew I had to find a way to help you. That was a complete massacre.”

“Oh my gosh.” My jaw dropped as it hit me. “That was you? On the tanker that crashed into Newfoundland?”

“I’m not proud of what they did, and I will pay for my sins,” Leif raised his chin when he looked at me. “I assure that I will make amends.”

The cathedral echoed with the sound of broken glass, but Leif stood his ground. The stained glass windows shattered, sending bits of broken glass raining down all around him. The lycan walked slowly in the pews towards him, and Gunnar started doing a slow clap.

“Bear told me you were a Judas,” Gunnar said. “I thought he might be right, but I knew that you would still lead us right to them. You failed at killing them and at saving them. You’re absolutely useless, aren’t you?”

“Dying now would be far better than serving you,” Leif growled at him.

“Stop!” I shouted hanging, over the balcony. The lycan already knew we were there, so it wasn’t like I was giving way our position, but Jack glared at me anyway. “He’s not the one you want!”

“You have no idea what I want,” Gunnar glared up at me. His face was that of pure evil, and a shiver ran down me. He walked to the center aisle and just stared up at me. The other three lycan moved in closer to Leif, but he didn’t run. They were going to slaughter him, but he just stood his ground and held his head high.

“They’re going to kill him!” I hissed, looking at Ezra. “We’ve got to do something!” He looked at me helplessly. As of yet, we still hadn’t figured out how we were going to save ourselves. Jack was staring down at Leif, and I could almost see his mind racing. He was trying to think of something, but he was taking too long.

Without thinking, I launched myself over the balcony. I heard Jack calling my name, and when I hit the ground, I half-expected my legs to snap. In fact, they barely even hurt. I even landed on my feet, and if the situation weren’t so incredibly terrifying, I would’ve felt pretty damn cool for making a landing like that. None of the lycan even looked back at me, but then again, I wasn’t a much of a threat. I stood up, and I heard the sound of Olivia’s crossbow click back as she loaded an arrow. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one.

Dodge and Stellan cocked their heads at the balcony, but Bear kept his attention fixed on Leif. Dodge moved first, but he wasn’t as fast as the rest of them, so the arrow sliced straight through his heart. He collapsed to the ground, and I thought he might burst into flames like in the movies, but he just laid on the ground.

Stellan was standing in front of me, smiling, and then in a blur, he was gone. Olivia fired an arrow at him, but it flew through the air behind him and landed in a pew. Using his speed as momentum, Stellan leapt from off the back of a pew up into the balcony. No other vampire moved as fast as he could, not even Ezra, and even with the four of them up there, they could barely hold their own against him.

In the moment of distraction, Leif took his chance to counterattack Bear, sending him crashing into the pews. Wood splintered everywhere, and I realized too late that Leif had the situation under control. I looked back up at the balcony, feeling helpless as they struggled to keep Stellan at bay. Ezra was trying to defend Olivia so she could load her crossbow, but even when she did manage to get a shot off, Stellan was impossible to hit.

“Hello, Alice,” Gunnar whispered, and his voice was right in my ear. I had been too busy watching Stellan that I hadn’t noticed him coming up behind me. I tried to look up at him, and his hand was around my throat, one of his razor sharp nails pressing into the skin over my jugular. I fought to pull his arm free, and he started dragging me backwards, towards the altar.

I thought about screaming, but I didn’t want anybody to know. They would stop and look at me, and that’s exactly what would get themselves killed. Milo was crouched over Bobby, trying to protect him, and Jack and Peter had already sustained pretty major wounds. Only Olivia had yet to be wounded, but she was dodging and diving almost as quickly as Stellan.

So I let Gunnar drag me away. I knew that he would probably kill me, but whatever he did to me, I had to endure it silently. That was my only chance of saving them. Leif was still fighting Bear, but he seemed to have the upper hand. He knocked Bear back to the ground, and then he grabbed a broken piece of the pew. It was one of the backs, but it had been snapped in half, giving it a sharp edge. Leif held it high over his head, then plummeted it down against Bear’s throat. There was this awful gurgling sound, but I closed my eyes to keep from seeing the blood. I heard the crunch of the bone, and Bear’s heart fell silent. Leif had decapitated him.

“Everyone is so busy right now,” Gunnar clicked his tongue. “It’s so boring and dull with just the two of us don’t you think?”

“Gunnar,” Leif said, keeping his voice low. Blood stained his shirt and face, and carefully stepped over the pews towards us. “Let her go. She’s not what you want.”

“You are quite right,” Gunnar sighed. “But she is what everyone else seems to want, and if you take a step closer, I’ll slice her throat wide open.” Leif stopped where he was, glaring at him. When Gunnar spoke again, he was shouting loudly, so everyone would hear him. “What do you think, Peter? How much blood can sweet Alice lose in one day?”

Peter and Jack froze instantly, but Stellan went for Jack. He tackled him roughly, crashing into pews, and falling below the balcony wall, so I couldn’t see him. Olivia cocked her crossbow, but I doubt she could get in a clean shot if they were rolling about together. Ezra jumped into it, trying to catch Stellan, but he still moved to quickly, even with Jack in his clutches.

“No, Peter, help Jack!” I shouted. “He needs you more than I do!” Peter just stared at me, his eyes burning, and I knew that he wouldn’t save Jack. Even if he wasn’t mad at him. I meant the most in the world to him, and that’s exactly why Gunnar had gone after me.

Peter leapt off the balcony, his eyes never leaving me. He walked deliberately slow, and I looked up at the balcony. I could hear them fighting, Jack grunting, and how fast his heart pounded, but I couldn’t see him.

Milo was just trying to keep Bobby from getting killed. I saw Ezra go flying across the balcony, landing hard against the wall, and tumbling down next to Olivia. At least Jack’s heart was still beating. At least he was still alive.

“Let her go,” Peter commanded. He made it closer to us than Leif had, but he stopped just below the steps leading up the altar. Gunnar had us stationed right below cross. When I looked straight up, all I could see was the emaciated corpse of Jesus. It was rather disturbing, and it didn’t help that a vampire was about to tear open my throat.

“Why would I do that?” Gunnar laughed. “It’s just so much fun watching you suffer!”

“I know what you’re doing,” Peter put his foot on the first step of the altar. “You still think that you’re going to get out of here alive, but you don’t really care if you do. You only care about winning, and winning for you is destroying me.”

“Very true,” Gunnar admitted, then nodded at Leif. “Then destroying him. The rest of them don’t really matter to me.” His grip tightened on me. “But you know why I can’t let her go.”

“She’s the means to destroying me,” Peter took another step up, and Gunnar pressed his nail into my vein, breaking the skin just enough to draw a little blood, and Peter froze. “You want to make her suffer, so you can make me watch. Killing her is your way of torturing me.”

“Yes, and so far it seems to be working,” Gunnar smiled, but there was an unease behind it.

“If I die, you lose.” Peter bent down, picking up a titanium arrow off the top step of the altar. Olivia had been shooting them all over, and a stray one had landed a few feet from us. I felt Gunnar’s confidence falter for the first time. “I want to die. I’m suicidal. If I die before she does, I don’t see anything. I don’t suffer at all.”

“I’ll still kill her,” Gunnar insisted nervously.

“You’re gonna kill her either way, according to you.” Peter pointed the arrow towards his own heart, pressing the tip against his chest. “But this way, I’m not destroyed. I’ve gotten exactly what I’ve wanted, and you haven’t.”

“You’ll die knowing she’s going to, and that might be enough for me,” Gunnar said with false cheer.

Peter’s idea unnerved him. Testing him, Peter pushed the arrow into his chest, not deep enough to hurt him, but enough to draw blood. “How do you propose I make you suffer than?”

“Let her go, and we’ll battle it out, hand to hand,” Peter suggested. “The way real men fight.

If you catch me, then you can hold me back, and let your surviving henchman do away with her while I watch. Then I’ll suffer even worse because it’s my idea.”

It was a horrible idea, and that’s exactly why it appealed to Gunnar. I saw no way that it could work out where either of us lived, but Peter was mostly just buying time. He really didn’t care if he lived or died, but he wanted give me enough time to run away. I wouldn’t, though, not when he and Jack and everyone were still here risking their lives. I would never leave without them.

“Peter, no! This is stupid!” I insisted, and before I had been fighting Gunnar, but now I hung onto his arm, trying to keep me to him.

“That’s why I liked you, Peter,” Gunnar laughed. “You were brilliant. If only you hadn’t killed my right hand man. We would’ve been so happy together.” With that, Gunnar threw me into the church and I landed roughly in the pews.

Leif helped me to my feet, and I shook off the pain. It faded quickly, but things still hurt.

Peter and Gunnar were still squaring off, staring at each other as Gunnar taunted him. Peter showed little emotion, and I hoped that he was planning something. The noises in the balcony hadn’t gotten any better, but from what I could tell, everyone was still alive. Leif and I stood unsurely in the broken pews, neither of us knowing how we could really help the situation. He seemed to be relieved that I was safe, but I didn’t have that comfort.

Everyone I loved was still battling to the death.

“Oh, come on, Peter!” Gunnar groaned. “I didn’t spare the girl so we could have a staring contest.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” Peter said dryly.

Peter was still standing on the altar steps. Ideally, Gunnar wanted Peter to come to him, but when he wouldn’t, he tired of waiting. He dove at Peter, more to get the fight going than to actually hurt him, and Peter deftly jumped out of the way. He jumped over the sacrament table, and as soon as he landed, he jumped up again, grabbing onto the giant cross hanging on the way. He scrambled to climb up, using Jesus as footing, and Gunnar just stared at him.

“Really, Peter? Are you that much of a coward?” Gunnar looked dubiously at him, and I was wondering the same thing. “I had expected so much more than this.” Gunnar had his back to us, so I took a step forward, planning to attack him, but Leif put his hand on my arm. I looked at him questioningly, and he mouthed “not yet.” Apparently, he had a better understanding of Peter’s plan than I did.

Peter climbed higher up the cross, and to my confusion, he started pulling at the bolts that held it to the wall. He started on the right arm of the cross, and then when they were free, he moved onto the top.

“What are you doing?” Gunnar asked. “Is this some kind of suicide attempt?”

“Something like that,” Peter allowed, and climbed to start loosening the left arm.

“I can slaughter the girl right now, if you like,” Gunnar offered. Peter glanced back at me, but he didn’t stop trying to free the bolt. The cross tired to sag and groan, but he kept pulling at. He was hanging on the arm, with his feet pressed against the wall. He was pushing off the wall, and I still didn’t understand.

Gunnar started to take a step back, so Leif growled and jumped towards him. He didn’t actually attack Gunnar, but Gunnar stepped closer to the again, and his attention was momentarily fixed on Leif. Peter pushed hard against the wall, and the cross groaned and squeaked horribly. Then it started swinging down and out, like a crazed pendulum. Peter jumped off it, and Gunnar turned around to see what was happening just as the top of the cross flew threw his neck, cutting his head off. I shrieked as his head flew across the room, and his body collapsed a moment letter. Peter barely jumped out of the way as the cross swung back, and ran over to me and Leif.

“Gunnar!” Stellan shouted in his accented voice. He paused momentarily, and Olivia fired another arrow at him, but she narrowly missed. He made a play for the edge of the balcony, and Ezra tackled him before he could jump over.

While Ezra held him back, Jack jumped off of the balcony. He landed on the ground and did a roll thing, that made him look much more badass than I ever knew he was. When he stood up, he was holding one of Olivia’s metal arrows in his hand, holding it pointed towards the balcony. I didn’t understand why until a second later.

Out of nowhere, Stellan came to a halt next to Jack, the arrow protruding right through his chest. He had jumped down from the balcony with his eyes fixed solely on Peter, meaning to avenge Gunnar’s death, and he hadn’t been paying attention to Jack standing in the middle of the aisle. He had impaled himself on an arrow, and he sputtered, blood coming from his lips, then collapsed back on the ground.

I rushed over to Jack and threw my arms around him. He hugged me tightly to him, and I pressed myself even more tightly to him. Olivia jumped off the balcony and walked over to Stellan.

She kicked him once with her foot, then pulled a machete out of the back of her belt. With one fell swoop, she sliced off his head, and blood splattered onto Jack and me.

“Sorry,” she smiled meekly at me. “I just had to sure. You don’t want any damn vampires coming back on you.”

Honestly, I didn’t even really care. I could feel Peter’s eyes on me, and he had saved my life.

I wasn’t angry with him, but I didn’t love him. I loved Jack and I was thrilled to be in his arms again.

All I wanted to do was kiss him, and if that hurt Peter, he’d just have to learn to deal with it. We were going to be together for a long time. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Jack softly.

“What the hell happened?” Bobby shouted, and Jack laughed, pulling away from the kiss. I didn’t mind, though, because I loved hearing him laugh. Apparently, Bobby had just woken up, and he was surveying the carnage in the church. “Hey. That guy tried to kill me! Why is he here?” Bobby pointed to Leif, and Milo tried telling him that Leif was our friend now. The answer seemed to satisfy, but he still looked confused. “Where is Jane?”

Chapter 27

After scouring the cathedral, Milo stepped out the front doors, and that’s what had needed to do all long. Jane was lying on the front steps. She was shivering and completely out of it, but she was still alive. The park across the street was swarming with cops and ambulances, thanks to the mangled body the lycan had left there. Milo had on a zippered hoodie over a tee shirt, so he took off the hoodie and laid it on top of Jane.

Then he called and left an anonymous 911 call saying there was an injured girl on the front steps of the Basilica. This time, I thought the best solution for her was staying away from vampires. She needed more help than we could give her.

After that, we had to leave in a hurry. Olivia went back to her place, and Leif disappeared into the night. I’m not sure where he’d go, but he assured me he’d be alright and he’d see me again someday. Peter had driven his Audi, and Milo and Bobby volunteered to go with him. It was only a two-seater, but Bobby didn’t mind sitting on Milo’s lap. Since Jack had taken the Lexus, Ezra had been forced to take the Lamborghini, which he generally thought to be too flashy to drive around. Jack sat shotgun, and I curled up on his lap, resting my head against his chest.

On the ride home, I realized that the cathedral had constant staffing. Ezra explained that when he’d arrived, he’d “charmed” them into leaving. It was better for their safety. When Ezra wanted to, he could convince people of anything. I hadn’t know it that before, and I would’ve found it disturbing. But he used it sparingly that I didn’t even know he was capable of it. It only worked on humans, though, which was the way most vampire powers seemed to go. As seen by me fighting the lycan. Despite my superior strength, I had been no match for them. I was a total fail as a fighter.

“Oh my god, it’s never felt so good to be home,” I sighed when we walked into the house.

Jack grinned at me, squeezing my hand. The night had felt longer than any other one before, and I felt so tired. I just wanted to go up to bed with him.

“Tomorrow is going to be another long day,” Ezra said, following us in. “I’ll have to spend all day trying to convince the police we had nothing to do with this.”

“Why would they even think were involved?” I asked. Ezra went over to the fridge and got a bag of blood out of the bottom of the drawer of the fridge. All the blood used to be kept in the basement, but Milo and I were pretty lazy. I had my back to Jack, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I leaned back against him, and he kissed the top of my head.

“Because the Lexus is still there.” Ezra opened the bag of blood and took a long drink. “I’ll have to get it from the impound. I just hope that I have chance to sleep before they coming looking for us.” His expression changed, growing perplexed. “That’s funny. I saw Mae’s car in the garage. I thought she’d be wondering where we all were.”

“Maybe she’s in bed,” I shrugged. The sky had already started to lighten slightly already, so it was about time for us to head to bed.

“Maybe,” Ezra didn’t look convinced. He finished his blood quickly, then cocked his head. I listened, but I couldn’t hear anything. Not even Mae, but the night had left me exhausted so all my senses were dimmed.

Then I heard the garage door open, and a few seconds later, Peter walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. Milo and Bobby followed right behind him, and thanks to that nice, long nap Bobby had, he didn’t seem to feel any of the weariness the rest of us did. He was following right on Peter’s heels, asking him a million questions.

“So you cut off his head using a cross?” Bobby was completely wide-eyed. “I’m Jewish, and even I think that’s pretty damn awesome!” Then he noticed me in the room, and he gave me a weird look. It wasn’t adoration, exactly, but it made Milo bristle and put his arm defensively around Bobby. The weirdest part was that I felt myself returning some of the sentiment.

“I just need to take a hot shower, and be done with this night,” Peter grumbled and walked out of the kitchen. He hadn’t looked at me or Jack since everything had ended, and I wondered if he ever would again. I had nearly been killed tonight because of how much he loved me, but then again, that wasn’t the first time.

“Me, too,” Milo agreed. He looped his arm around Bobby’s to waist to start leading him out of the kitchen, but Bobby stopped and looked confused. “What?”

“Where’s the dog?” Bobby asked. “She’s always knocking me over when we get home.”

“Where is the dog?” I echoed, and Jack tensed up. She always greeted Jack after he’d been away. I couldn’t keep her away from him.

“Matilda?” Jack called her and stepped away from me. “Mattie? Where are you, good girl?”

Matilda barked loudly, and it sounded like it was coming from Mae and Ezra’s room. She started scratching at the door, and Jack and Ezra exchanged a look. Mae started shushing her, and then she opened the bedroom door, letting Matilda coming charging down at us, and Mae immediately shut the door.

“That was weird,” I said. Jack had bent down to start praising Matilda, but he looked just as surprised as the rest of us.

“Something’s going on,” Ezra said, more to himself than us. He tossed his blood bag in the garbage can and walked down to his room. “Mae?” He started to open the door, and she pushed it shut. “Mae? What is going on?”

“Nothing!” Mae shouted nervously. “Go away!”

“Mae, open the door now, or I’ll open it for you,” Ezra commanded. When he talked like that, his voice was one of the most intimidating sounds I’d ever heard.

Slowly, the bedroom door opened, and Ezra stepped inside. There was complete silence, and Bobby took a step forward, trying to get a better look. Milo stopped him from going farther. I looked up at Jack to see if he had any insight, but he just shook his head. We all waited expectantly, but Ezra never said anything.

A minute later, he just turned and stormed out of the room.

“Get that out of my house!” Ezra growled walking away.

“She’s not an it!” Mae ran after him, almost pleading. “And we can’t travel right now! Not when she’s like this.”

“I don’t care!” Ezra roared, and he wouldn’t even look at her. “I want her out!”

“We just need two, three more days tops, and then we’ll be out of your hair forever!” Mae insisted desperately. He had his back to her, and he was seething. “Ezra, please! If you love me, you can give me three more days! Please!”

“Fine,” Ezra relented grudgingly. “But if you stay one day longer, I’ll take care of her myself.” He started walking back towards the garage. “I’m going to the station now to deal with car.

Don’t wait up.”

Nobody had asked, but it was nice of him to tell us anyway.

“What happened to you?” Mae gasped, noticing us for the first time. We were all tattered and bloody, and Bobby had scratches and bruises.

Milo started explaining the night to her, but I brushed past him. I thought I knew what was in her room, but I had to see it for myself. Mae tried to pay attention to Milo, but I felt her watching me as I walked past. I pushed open her bedroom, and it was exactly what I thought.

In the soft mass of Mae’s bed, a small girl twitched. Her blond curls were sticking to the sweat on her forehead. She was pale and sick, but she was still adorable. She looked like a pint-sized version of Mae, with cherub cheeks. She was still in the first phases of the turn, and the worst of it hadn’t hit her yet. Matilda brushed past me and jumped onto the bed next to her, licking the little girl’s clammy face.

She smiled a little at that, and then Matilda settled down next to her.

“She really likes Matilda,” Mae explained. She pushed past me so she could walk over to her great granddaughter.

Jack stood behind me, taking the whole thing in, but he didn’t say anything. “I’d like you to all meet my great-granddaughter, Daisy. I’m going to be taking care of her now.”

“Oh, Mae,” I looked at her sadly.

“No, don’t do that,” Mae shook her head. She sat down the bed next to the girl, pushing her hair back from her forehead. “I did the right thing, and I know I did. I had to save her. After Jane left, I realized I wasn’t upset about her. I had to save Daisy.”

“Well, Jane is fine, by the way,” I sighed. “But… you did what you had to do.”

“I did,” Mae smiled wanly at me. “Isn’t she precious?” She looked adoringly at the child, and I could see that there had really never been any choice for her. Even if she had to give up Ezra and everyone else, that child meant so much more to her.

“You’re not taking my dog,” Jack said finally. “Come on, Matilda.” Reluctantly, Matilda jumped off the bed and followed him out of the room.

“So you’re leaving?” I asked.

“It seems that way,” Mae said wearily. “I thought he might change his mind when he saw her, but…

It’s alright, though. I already have a plan.”

“What’s that?”

“Australia,” Mae smiled at me. “I’ve never been. Vampires don’t like it there because it’s dry and arid, but it’s comfortable enough, and there’s plenty of uninhabited outback for us to hide away.

There’s still active bloodbanks in places like Sydney, though, so with a short drive, we can got stocked up.”

“So, the two of you are gonna spend the rest of existence hiding out in the outback?” I raised an eyebrow. I had always wanted to go there, but it just seemed like a horrible scenario for this.

“For awhile,” Mae nodded, and went back to staring at her bundle of joy. “But we won’t be alone, at least not at first. Peter is going with us.”

“Peter?” I hadn’t realized that Peter really wanted that much to do with Mae, but then again, he did like running away from me, and he did like suicidal missions, like caring for a child vampire.

“He offered a few days ago,” Mae said. “We’ll be okay, love. Don’t you worry about us.” She might’ve been talking to me, but she was looking at Daisy, and I think that was all meant for her. The second she got Daisy, I think the rest of us really ceased to exist for her. I watched for a moment longer, fawning over the child, but I had somewhere I’d rather be.

When I went upstairs, Jack was already taking a hot shower. I was desperate for one myself, so I got undressed and climbed with him. He smiled at me, but I just wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my head against his chest. There was nothing sexual about it. I just loved how close I felt being with him like that, his bare skin on mine, his heart beating in my ear. He kissed the top of my head and held me to him.

After everything the night had brought, I couldn’t help but cry. Out of sadness and exhaustion and relief. I had never seen anything as brutal as what I witnessed tonight, and I hoped to never see again.

“It’s going to be okay, Alice,” Jack assured me, rubbing my back gently.

“How can you say that? After what happened tonight?” I looked up at him. His soft blues eyes were full of nothing but love and optimism, and he smiled gently at me.

“Because you’re here with me,” Jack said. “Any night that ends with that can’t be that bad.”

“I can’t argue with that logic,” I admitted, and he laughed, sending delighted tingles all through me. I held onto him tighter, pressing my head against his chest, and relished the feel of his arms around me. There was no place in the world I’d rather be.

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