[Anthology] Ancient Blood of the Vampire & Wolf

by W. J. May

  “No. I need to talk to him privately.”

  “Then do it at McDonald’s or something, in a public spot.” When I didn’t answer, she continued, “What if Jesse is the killer?”

  “It wasn’t him,” I said.

  “You don’t know that,” she retorted.

  I reached for my purse. “If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already. He’s had plenty of opportunities.”

  “Don’t confront him like this. You were clueless to his lifestyle before, but now you know his dirty little vampy secret. If he’s aware of that, he might take you out with one big, giant bite right there at the house.”

  “It’s a risk I have to take.”

  “Fine, but at least take some precautions.” She turned and left the room.

  “If you’re getting your father’s gun, I don’t want it!” I yelled.

  She returned instead with a Bible and a wooden crucifix. “Here. Vampire repellents.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Honey, this is just the beginning. I’m far from done. The Internet has hundreds of tips.” She ran to the kitchen and came back with cloves of garlic.

  “Seriously?” I repeated.

  “I don’t have any holy water, but I can get some at church this Sunday.”

  I tried to hand all the stuff back to her, but she insisted I take it.

  “You know, we shoulda figured this out already. Jesse is too hot to be human. Guys like him shouldn’t exist on this planet, let alone in the middle of the woods in Big Bear Lake. Who knew that vampires could come in fifty shades of sexy?”

  “Right,” I said.

  “Just don’t be seduced by his hypnotizing eyes. Jesse may be handsome and sexy, but remember that he’s always out for blood. You shouldn’t invite him in when you go home. Your house can be your sanctuary, so just stand in the doorway so he can’t hurt you. Promise?”

  “I promise. I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

  “Or slurped dry.”

  In spite of her warnings, I didn’t think Jesse would hurt me. Then again, I wasn’t sure who he really was or how everything would turn out. All I knew was that I needed to talk to him.

  “Taylor, you haven’t even asked what kind of hardware you need to take down that bloodsucker,” Julie said.

  “I have everything you gave me.”

  “Yeah, but those are just for protection. To destroy him, you’ll need a wooden stake to pierce his heart.”

  “What!? I’m not killing anybody. Besides, if I did, his blue-eyed coven would come after me.”

  “Right. I didn’t think about that. But if he comes after you, you’ll have no choice but to stake the night-stalker.”

  “He walks in daylight, Jules.”

  “Oh yeah. But you can’t just let him suck every single red blood cell out of your body,” she retorted. “I bet he gets off on it too, the pervert.”

  “That’s it. I’m leaving.”

  “That’s it. I’m coming with you.”

  I sighed, knowing I wasn’t going to be able to change her mind again. “All right. I guess in this case, I can use a third wheel.”

  “Let’s find some more stuff. If we get the lighter fluid from the basement, we can fry the undead bloodsucker, burning him into a million ashes.”

  “I suppose that might work,” I said hesitantly, not wanting to picture it.

  I followed Julie to the basement door, and after she stepped in to head down the stairs, I quickly locked it behind her.

  She pounded hard with her fists. “Taylor! Let me out.”

  “I can’t believe you want to fry my crush!” I said.

  “Let me out! You can’t just leave me trapped down here!”

  “Your mom will be home in less than an hour. You’ll be okay. I need to do this myself.”

  * * *

  Halfway home, I pulled off the side of the road. I couldn’t stop gasping for air, and I felt like I was having a panic attack. Since I’d never had one before, I wasn’t sure. I ran a hand through my hair and tried to think clearly, trying to come to terms with the fact that Jesse could be a vampire. Do I just have some sick imagination? Am I a mental case? If he was, in fact, a vampire, I would despise what he was, and I would never be okay with him killing people. But is it my right to judge him? Maybe he just feeds on rodents or shops at a blood bank. Maybe I’m just completely crazy. Or…maybe my heart is just as lonely as his.

  I wanted to scream, so as I sat there in my car, that was exactly what I did.

  Chapter 20

  My chest heaved, and I sucked in giant gulps of air as I pulled into the driveway. “Keep calm,” I told myself.

  As I walked up the sidewalk, he smiled.

  My heart stopped. “Breathe,” I told myself.

  “Hey, you,” he said.

  “Hi, Jesse.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and lowered his mouth on mine. His warm lips were so enticing, so addictive. His gentle touch was like none I’d ever experienced.

  But my feelings about him were all mixed up. I was aware of what he might be, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t let go. I wanted to keep moving forward with him. I wanted him more than my next gulp of air. I felt myself sinking away from reality. Any normal girl would have run, but I couldn’t. His lips felt so soft and warm, and I loved the way he tangled his fingers in my long, black curls. The thought of letting him go tore at my heart, and I simply couldn’t. I simply wouldn’t.

  Still, I needed answers.

  He looked into my eyes, and I was awestruck, my lips still tingling. “I was thinking,” he said. “Why don’t I get us a boat so we can go out on the lake, just the two of us?”

  “Sounds nice, a chance to escape all the drama for a little while.”

  He threaded his fingers through my long locks, his flirtatious grin fixed on his face. “I’d love to have you all to myself.”

  “You know how much I love being with you,” I whispered.

  His smile eased into a big grin, and he gently caressed my face and softly kissed me. “How about this weekend?”

  I drew in a short breath, but the words remained frozen in my throat. I walk over to the railing and stared into the woods.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  He regarded me intently, his hair swaying in the soft breeze wafting in from the silent woods.

  “I’ve got a lot on my mind,” I finally answered.

  He came from behind and hugged me. “I’m sorry about Fred.”

  I spun around, then pushed the black hair from his face, raking my fingers through it. “I’m so thirsty. How about a soda?”

  “Sure. I’ll take a Sprite or Pepsi.”

  I unlocked the door and stepped inside. “Jesse, we need to have a long talk. Let’s have a bite to eat and chat.” When I glanced over my shoulder, he was still standing at the doorway.

  “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked.

  “Do you have to be invited in every single time?” I asked.

  “Well, yeah. It’s the respectful thing to do you know.”

  “No need for that. I mean, after that fantastic kiss on the lips, do we really have to be that formal?”

  “I don’t want your parents getting mad that I came in without permission,” he said.

  I slowly walked to the doorway and stared into those eyes that still took my breath away; there was nothing dead about them. “Are you able to come in and get it yourself?” I asked.

  “I’m not really that thirsty anyway,” he said. “I’d rather hang out here on the porch.”

  Our eyes locked. He was so handsome with those strong, chiseled features, eyes as blue as the sky, and lips sculpted perfectly for kissing. I stared at his sensuous mouth, and he looked so cute with that pouty bottom lip of his.

  “Are you coming back outside?” he asked.

  “Are you coming inside?” I retorted.

  We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, and it would ha
ve taken a knife to cut the tension between us. The challenge had been issued, and we both refused to give in.

  “Something’s changed between us,” Jesse said. “I can sense it.”

  I shook my head.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I put two and two together.”

  “And what did you figure out?”

  “I want to know what you’re hiding from me, Jesse,” I finally blurted out. “What’s going on?”

  Jesse stared at me in silence as he contemplated what my words implied.

  I inched closer to the doorway. “Take off your shirt,” I demanded.

  His beautiful eyes shone as he gazed straight into my eyes. “I had no idea you were so bold, so kinky.”

  My lips pressed into grim lines. “I need to know if I’m crazy, which is a very serious possibility. Take off your shirt right now please.”

  He gazed deeply into my eyes. “No.”

  “No?”

  He smiled. “No.”

  I cleared my throat. “Why not?”

  “Why not?” he repeated. “Because I suddenly feel very shy. You’re treating me like a piece of meat.”

  “Maybe the real reason you don’t want to remove your shirt is because you don’t have a scar from the bullet wound. I’m sure it healed very fast, and that’s why you didn’t want to go to the hospital,” I said.

  He nodded, seemingly impressed with my insights. “Why wouldn’t I have a scar?”

  “Because I think you’re special.” If I was right, he would know what I was talking about. I didn’t want to risk our friendship by flat out calling him a vampire, just in case it wasn’t true.

  His voice cut into my thoughts. “Special? I’m glad you think so. I feel the same about you.”

  Boldly, I held up the crucifix. “Cut the games, Jesse. I know what you’re hiding. You’re immortal.”

  He laughed. “Listen to yourself, Taylor! Do you think a cross can actually stop me?”

  “Maybe not, but apparently, you can’t come in without being invited.”

  He shook his head.

  I continued, “If necessary, I can also kick a leg off one of my mom’s wooden chairs.”

  “To stake me?”

  “Only as a last resort, if I need to defend myself,” I retorted.

  “I’m a little curious about how you came to this interesting conclusion.”

  The massive lump of dread thudded down into the pit of my stomach like a lead balloon. “I put the pieces together, and they all fit quite nicely. Why don’t you stop trying to hide from me when I know the truth? You can trust me to keep your secret. My bond is my word.”

  “Those were my words.”

  “And I mean them.”

  He gazed deeply into my eyes, then slid his shirt over his head.

  My gaze darted from his powerful shoulders to his rippling abs and perfect chest, sculpted with hard muscles. His hair fell in disheveled waves across his forehead, but I didn’t see any scars on his perfect skin.

  “I knew it!” I said, gasping. “It’s gone!”

  “Looks like we’ve got a lot to talk about,” he said.

  I tried to ignore the dry sensation inside my mouth. “How long did it take you to heal?”

  “About twelve hours. It was a deep wound,” he said.

  My eyes widened. “What are you?”

  “You’ve clearly already decided that. You’re holding a Bible and a crucifix and threatening to stake me.”

  “Don’t forget the garlic. My pockets are loaded with it.”

  His gaze narrowed. “I love a girl who’s always prepared for battle.”

  “Are you going to answer me or not? What are you?”

  “I think you already know the answer to that, Taylor.”

  I fidgeted and tried to look away. “I don’t.” I gazed up as he loomed over me. Shivering, I was thankful for that invisible barrier that kept me safe.

  His blue eyes began to glow, like nothing I’d ever seen before. I watched his teeth turn from normal to pointed fangs, right before my very eyes. My heart lurched, and I suddenly began to gasp for air.

  “Yes, Taylor. I am a vampire,” he said.

  A cold chill shot down my spine as I stared into those glowing eyes and took in those sharp fangs. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come out. Max snarled, then barked fiercely. I glanced up at the blue sky, then down at the lush green grass, then the open patch of woods. They were all real, and so was the creature standing before me.

  “Taylor…” he said.

  My hand trembled as I rubbed my face, my brain still trying to circle around his shocking admission. I couldn’t believe my suspicions had been so spot on. I just stared at him, my feet frozen in place. Right there before me was a real, live, modern-day vampire, a supernatural, mythological, undead creature of the night—and, in his case, day. He was a dead person who existed by drinking the blood of the living.

  I clenched my jaw and grabbed the doorway, trying to swallow the rising panic I felt.

  “It must come as quite a shock to see me this way,” he said.

  “It’s more like a punch in the gut,” I said. I couldn’t stop staring. Part of me wanted to protect him, but the other part was totally freaked out and wanted to call 911.

  “You can control when your eyes and fangs transition?” I asked.

  He blinked. “Yes.” He looked scary, almost deadly, and completely unpredictable.

  I took a step backward, my heart still racing. “Turn it off then!”

  He did, and I was completely baffled as his eyes turned back to light blue and his fangs faded back into normal teeth. I had just eye witnessed a paranormal phenomenon, and I wasn’t even sure how I was supposed to react. It took every effort in me just to breathe.

  All of the sudden, my dog decided he could not stay indoors any longer, and he bolted out the door.

  “Max!” I screamed.

  Chapter 21

  Max had run out of the house, and I had no way to protect them. Just like that, Jesse held all the cards, all the power. My breath caught in my throat as Max barked furiously.

  Jesse bent down and stared into my dog’s eyes. “Stop barking and stay right here by me.”

  Max immediately obeyed and lay down next to Jesse’s feet.

  Jesse petted him, then smiled at me.

  “Don’t you dare hurt my dog!”

  “Why don’t you come out and get him?” he asked calmly.

  “Can you promise me you’ll, uh…drink responsibly?”

  “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not even thirsty,” he said.

  We stared into each other’s eyes. It was if he was daring me to walk past the barrier that was keeping me safe. But then another thought hit me: Mom and Dad will be home any minute. I didn’t think he’d hurt them either, but part of me just didn’t know for sure. For all I knew, he’d use them to threaten me to come outdoors. I could only pray he wouldn’t resort to such a horrible tactic.

  It was clear that he hated losing any confrontation and that he wanted to have control over the situation, but I needed to let him know I wasn’t an easy mark. It was almost as mentally exhausting as a game of chess. We stared at one another, each wondering what the other’s next move would be. It was a stalemate, with both of us refusing to budge. In the end, I was sure there’d be no clear-cut winner.

  He motioned for me to come out.

  I glared. “You know why I can’t.”

  He petted Max behind the ears again, as if taunting me. “You’d risk your dog’s life?”

  “You wouldn’t hurt him!” I said. “You love animals.”

  “But when he first ran out here, you thought I’d hurt him. You panicked.”

  “I-I don’t know. I’m so confused! I can’t think straight. I mean, this is a lot to process.” My hands continued to tremble. “Why aren’t you trying to lie to me and get me off your scent? That’s what you should be doing right now. Instead, you’re showing me tangi
ble proof that I can’t deny.”

  “I would try to mislead anyone else, but I can’t lie to you, Taylor—not you.”

  “But you…vampires are supposed to be different.”

  He cocked his head in confusion. “Different?”

  I blinked back tears, trying to calm my racing heart. “You walk around in the sunlight. How is that even possible for your kind?”

  “I am a descendant of the Leyna, a rare race. The word itself means ‘bright and shining light’. We sleep, eat, and walk around in the daytime, but we’re still immortal beings. We can heal also, though not as quickly as normal vampires.”

  “How old are you…really?”

  “Seventeen.”

  “Right. And you’ve been saying that for how many years to get teenage girls to fall in love with you?”

  “I’m really only seventeen. And so is Sam and Kierra. Our immortality has only begun.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me all this sooner? I had every right to know.”

  “I would have, but I was worried word might get out. I can’t have all those vampire fans at my doorstep, demanding me to give them the dark gift.”

  I shook my head, then continued, “So you were you bitten by the Leyna this year?”

  His gaze narrowed. “No. I was born a vampire.”

  I gasped.

  “Our race can bear offspring. There’s not many of us, and we’re very rare, only 100 in the world.”

  “Do the other vampires know about you?”

  “Yes, but we take great pains to stay hidden.”

  “Are all the vampires here Leyna?”

  “There’re only a handful of us in this town. The others are regular vampires. The ones you met at the party were from all over the United States, here for a weekend get-together. Most of them are beyond dangerous. You were invited to the party so they could feed on you, but some of them were so drunk that I’m sure they couldn’t have stopped. There were other humans there, too, all of them as clueless as you were about the dangers of a vampire-infested cabin in the woods.”

  “And you condone that sort of thing?”

  “Not at all,” he retorted, “but we’re sorely outnumbered, and most of them are hundreds of years old.”

  “Why didn’t you get us out of the house right away?”