by Lucy Lyons
He picked up the phone. “Hello?” he grumbled.
“Can I come over?” Ashe asked. She didn’t sound upset, but rather there was an almost singsong quality to her voice. She seemed happy.
But Peter had no intention of inviting her to his house and he didn’t think he was up for meeting her anyway. “Sorry,” he replied. “The place is still a mess from the move and I’m supposed to take care of some errands.”
He lurched through the hallway and into the kitchen. The plastic shopping bag David had dropped by the house was still sitting on the counter. There were maybe five or six bags of blood inside, not nearly enough to tide the clan over. Peter forced himself not to take one of the bags.
“Please,” Ashe pleaded. “I need help with this book I’m reading. I’ve been trying to understand it on my own but no matter how many times I read the chapter I just can’t wrap my head around it.”
She really did sound like she was trying and Peter had a responsibility to help her. He found himself digging through the plastic bag on the counter with his free hand as he replied, “I guess I could make some time for you. But I can’t stay long.”
“Great,” Ashe replied. Peter couldn’t remember her sounding so happy. She must have finally become motivated to do well in Sharp’s class.
Peter took a glass from the cupboard. “But you can’t come to the house. I’ll meet you on campus. The student center okay?”
“Meet me in the music building. I found a study room we can use,” Ashe told him as he filled the glass with blood.
Peter said goodbye and hung up. He tried not to picture Ashe’s face as he drank the contents of the glass in his hand, but it was no use. His desire was too strong. He could imagine the feel of his lips against the soft skin of her neck, and then his teeth, followed by the warm rush of life flowing from her veins into his. The thought both disgusted and excited him. He promised himself he would not lose control as he walked from his house back to campus.
The music building was quiet today and Ashe was waiting for him at the front doors. Despite the cold she wore tight jeans with slash marks all the way up her thighs and a form-fitting sweater that couldn’t have done much to ward against the cold. She smiled at him and took his arm. Peter gulped, feeling his hands grow clammy as he followed her into the building.
This time, instead of going up to the roof, which was now inaccessible, Ashe led him into a small study room off the main hallway in the basement. It held little more than a desk and a single chair, and couldn’t have been much bigger than a broom closet. It looked like it had once been a music practice room that had since been turned into a makeshift study room. Peter supposed that an enterprising music student had done so years ago.
Peter held his breath as Ashe squeezed past him and went to the desk.
“You can sit here,” she said, offering Peter the only chair in the room. The book that Ashe had apparently been struggling with was already open on the desk. Ashe leaned against the desk off to the side, not having a place of her own to sit.
Peter tried to ignore the sound of her beating heart echoing through the tiny room as he looked at the page.
Ashe leaned over him and circled the passage with the capped end of a pen she was holding. He could almost smell her blood through her skin. “It’s this part that I’m confused about. It starts talking about witches and vampire lore and in a lot of places it’s hard to determine between the two. Like this part about staking witches through the heart and the Albanian witch that drinks blood. But Professor Sharp wants us to talk about the two as separate myths and I don’t know where to draw the line.”
Peter was having trouble paying attention to Ashe’s words. Her thigh was inching closer to his side as she shifted against the desk, her heat radiating towards him like a flame. Peter’s gums started to itch as his canines grew fractionally longer.
“And in Spain there are stories of witches who drank blood as well.”
Peter wished Ashe would stop talking. The words swam on the page in front of him as he fought the urge to quench his thirst with her blood.
“It won’t change anything,” Ashe said suddenly.
“What?” Peter replied, confused.
“My grades only improved because I wanted to spend time with you,” Ashe said. Her voice was quiet, but her eyes held his without wavering. “I’m sure I could figure this stuff out on my own, but I keep asking you to help me because I want to see you.”
“I can’t,” Peter said. “I already told you.” The pleading look in her eyes made it even harder this time.
Peter raised his shaking hand to her thigh, his fingers trailing the soft skin under the tears in her jeans. Ashe met his gaze and a soft smile stole over her lips. He stood from his chair as if pulled up by an outside power, something far too strong to resist. He needed to have her, to know she was his. His mouth found the crook of her neck and hovered there. He could hear the flutter of Ashe’s heated breaths as his canines extended. He could think of nothing but feeding.
“It hurts,” Ashe whimpered as his teeth found flesh. She struggled to push him away.
Peter stumbled backwards, upending the chair, which crashed to the floor violently. The realization of what he had nearly done sent waves of guilt crashing over him. He had to get away from her.
Ashe reached towards him as he lunged for the door, but he was gone before Ashe could say anything. His only thought was to get away before he hurt her even more.
It was only once he had made it across campus and calmed down a little that he realized leaving her like that had likely hurt her as much as his bite had. But he could not go back to apologize in his current state. He didn’t trust himself to be around her, or anyone for that matter. He thought he could keep her safe, but he was too weak after all. He was no better than any other vampire, no better than Landon. He despised himself more than he ever had before and he wondered bitterly if he’d be better off dead.
The heavens opened up and rain started to pour down on the city as Peter walked through the city. On his way home, he stopped at a butcher’s shop to pick up some cow’s blood, hoping it would not become a regular thing but dreading that it might. It came in a frozen block and Peter hoped it would thaw before his sisters woke up and found the half-empty sack of blood donation bags that David had left him with. He knew his sisters had no issues stalking live prey and Peter didn't want that on his conscience.
Ashe felt numb. She sat between the gravestones with her legs pulled up to her chest and her head resting on her knees, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Maybe she had been wrong to push him away, but the look of disgust in Peter’s eyes as he had left without a word told her all she needed to know about his feelings for her. Ashe couldn’t for the life of her understand why he had been so nice to her before, and why he had insisted that they remain friends, when underneath there was only one thing he wanted from her. Whatever the reason, one thing was clear. It had all been an act, one that Ashe had foolishly fallen for.
The crunch of dry grass nearby caused Ashe to look up. Someone was approaching, but she couldn’t see them because the gravestone was in the way.
“Is someone there?” she asked, briefly thinking it was Peter coming to apologize, though she knew it was too much to hope.
“Ashe?” A man’s voice asked.
Tears prickled Ashe’s eyes as the man came into view. Her first impulse was to run up and hug him, but she quickly remembered just how much she hated him.
“Dad,” she said, slowly getting to her feet. So she had seen him in the park, after all! But he was just as young as she remembered him. The grey hair at his temples had not spread in nearly ten years and his face was no more wrinkled than the one smiling at Ashe in her photograph. She couldn’t believe her own eyes.
David approached her cautiously, as if afraid she would run away. He stopped a few feet off and attempted a smile. It looked more like a grimace. “I’m so sorry for everything,” he said.
“Where were you?�
�� Ashe asked, her voice cracking. Wherever he had been, he must have been taking good care of himself. He had not aged a day in all that time. Ashe’s first instinct was to run. It had to be a trick of some sort, a terrible trap.
“I have a lot of things to explain,” her father replied. “I know you probably hate me.”
“Is it really you?”
David took a small step closer. “Yeah, Ashe. It’s me.”
Ashe hugged her arms to her chest, feeling a sudden sharp sense of longing. “I don’t hate you,” she found herself saying through tears. “I just want to know where you’ve been. Why did you leave us?”
David wiped a tear from his own eye before replying, “I know you won’t believe everything I say, but I want you to listen to me. Whatever I tell you, I’m not lying.” He closed the gap between them as he talked and Ashe did not move away from him. Though she had thought she hated him all these years, now she only felt a deep loneliness and the childish desire to be hugged and comforted.
“You don’t know this, but weeks before I left you I had a car accident on the way to work,” David started.
“If you’re going to lie to me you don’t have to waste your breath,” Ashe muttered. Her dad had walked out on her. This had nothing to do with some accident.
David winced. “Please, just listen. You can judge me all you want afterwards.”
Ashe bit back her sharp words and allowed her father to continue. Ashe did not believe him for one second, as he told her an impossible story about vampires and coming back from the dead. The hatred she had harbored for him came rushing back. Did he really think he could soothe her with a bedtime story? She wasn’t thirteen anymore, she was a grown woman now. But her father wouldn’t know that, as he had missed her growing up.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I have proof,” he said. He opened his arms as if to embrace her. Ashe shied away. What proof could he have of such blatant lies?
“I don’t have a heartbeat,” he said. “Listen.”
Ashe eyed him suspiciously, but the thirteen-year-old part of her secretly wanted that hug whether or not he was fooling her. She leaned into her father’s arms, letting her ear rest against the center of his chest. She couldn’t hear a heartbeat and moved a little to the side. Still no sound. His lungs, too, were motionless. It wasn’t possible. She pushed herself away from her father.
“No,” was all she could say. She felt like she was breaking apart inside.
“I know it’s a lot to process, Ashe,” her father said. There was nothing but compassion in his voice. “But it’s true. I’m a vampire. I left you and your mother so that you would be safe and I didn’t leave a note so you wouldn’t go searching for me.”
Ashe broke out in sobs and crumpled to the ground. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Vampires weren’t real; they were stupid stories in Professor Sharp’s books. They were superstitions that the illiterate people of the Middle Ages believed in. Her father couldn’t be a vampire. He just couldn’t.
David wrapped his arms around Ashe and let her cry until she was spent. Once her sobs died down, she could once again sense the eerie silence in her father’s chest. There was no denying her own senses. All of it was real, including the fatherly protectiveness of his embrace. Whatever he was doing back in her life, he wasn’t here to hurt her.
He helped her to her feet just as the clouds above let out their first drops of rain. Ashe led him towards the shelter of the cathedral, but David hung back.
“I can’t,” he said shamefully and Ashe realized her mistake. A vampire couldn’t go into a house of God.
Instead they huddled together under the eaves of the student center. There were no other people outside, everyone having already sought shelter from the pouring rain. To anyone looking at them from the outside, they appeared as any other father and daughter catching up on college life and chatting about home. Only Ashe could notice the dark circles under her father’s eyes and the pale cast to his skin that had not been there before. She tried not to think of the dead silence of the man’s heart.
“What have you been doing all this time?” Ashe asked. She was now able to look at him without crying.
David put his hands into his coat pockets. “I, uh, sell you-know-what to folks like me so they don’t have to hurt anyone trying to get it.”
“You mean blood,” Ashe said without flinching. She was testing out the new boundaries of her reality. She wanted to know just how much of the myths were true.
“Yes,” David replied. “But I’m out. I promise. I’ll get a real job, something on the night shift. I’ve got you and your mother to think about now. I mean… I’m ready to come back if you’ll let me?”
“You’re not dangerous?”
“No, I promise. The first few years were rocky, but I’m used to it now. It’ll take a little adjusting but nothing us Linfields can’t weather.”
“Mom’s going to lose it,” Ashe said, managing a smile despite the situation.
“I’m sure she will,” her father smiled back. “I’m just glad to see you’ve grown to be such a fine young woman. I’m sorry I missed most of it.”
Ashe shrugged away his compliment, feeling happy about it nevertheless.
“By the way, you don’t have a boyfriend by any chance, do you?”
“Really?” Ashe asked. She couldn’t believe that after nearly a decade of not seeing each other, that was his main concern. But the question reminded her of something else.
She said, “I thought I saw you with someone I know the other day, in the park. He’s a student here. His name’s Peter.”
Her father’s face went pale under the shadow of his hat. “Is he important to you?”
“You know him?” Ashe asked, almost afraid of the answer.
“I used to supply blood to his clan. But like I said, I’m done with that. No matter what it takes, I’m done working for the other vampires.”
Ashe could feel reality slipping away again. “He can’t be,” she moaned. Ashe thought about his pale skin, the dark circles under his eyes, and the almost preternatural physical ability he possessed. He had been too quick saving her from the falling crane, though at the time she had thought nothing of it. His hands were cold, too. Ashe didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was staring her in the face.
She felt a fresh stab of betrayal and the beginnings of anger starting to bubble up from the new wound.
“Why didn't he tell me?” Ashe asked.
“He probably didn’t want you to be hurt when you found out the truth about me, and about himself,” David replied. “If he cared about you, he would have done everything to protect you from the dark world we live in. It’s the same reason I left and why it took me all these years to finally come back.”
Peter had been keeping an important secret from her all this time, lying to her face that he had been alone in the park that day, and that he didn’t know her father. She didn’t care if he thought he was trying to protect her. She had spilled her heart out to him and he had repaid her in deceit. If David hadn’t come to find Ashe on his own, she would probably have never reconciled with her father and could not have started the process of healing from her past. Ashe could never forgive Peter, or any of the other vampires. They had tricked her and tricked her father, taking him away from her when she was only a child and keeping him from her even when they knew he had a family here. They were monsters.
Angry tears stung Ashe’s face. “I—I need some time to process all of this,” Ashe said, turning away from her father.
He put a comforting hand on her back but she took a step away, feeling an instinctive revulsion against his touch. Her father was one of them, and though Ashe loved him dearly, right now she couldn’t bear to be near him.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just need to be alone right now.”
David sighed. “I understand. I’m here whenever you need me. I’m not going anywhere.”
Ashe stepped out from under the eaves
of the student center, not caring about the cold rain pouring down on her and chilling her to the bone. If she caught a cold, so much the better, Ashe thought. It would be a good excuse to miss school for a few days and avoid having to see Peter. She didn’t know if she could even look him in the face again after what her father had told her.
She thought about Peter’s friend Landon and wondered if he knew that Peter was a vampire. She doubted it. Landon seemed to be the only honest person Ashe knew, having told Ashe of Peter’s true feelings toward her. Ashe didn’t care anymore if Peter liked her or not, she was never going to speak to him again. He could live out the centuries alone and miserable for all she cared.
It rained for three solid days and in that time Ashe had seen neither hide nor hair of Peter. In truth, she had been actively trying to avoid him, not only turning off her phone but also taking detours between classes to stay away from places she might have run into him. She no longer studied in the music building, or the student center, and kept away from the churchyard entirely. Instead, she had filled up her schedule with work shifts and used the slow hours at the bookstore to complete her readings and start researching for her term papers. Landon had come by a few times, just to say hello, and though Ashe had reservations about him being a friend of Peter’s, she nevertheless appreciated his company. Once he brought her coffee and his hand had been warm when she touched it. The warmth reassured Ashe that he was human.
Her father, too, had been slowly integrating himself back into Ashe’s life. Ashe’s mother had been struck dumb by the sudden reappearance of her unaged husband and had nearly sent him out the door with a black eye the first night. Luckily Ashe had been there to help calm her down and explain everything. Ashe had felt more than a little satisfaction at being one step ahead of her mother on all of this vampire business. She had simply sat and listened like a dumb child while Ashe and her father tried to ease her into the idea that the world was not so mundane as she had believed. She was still trying to process all of it, but at least she was letting David sleep on the sofa for the time being. Small steps, Ashe thought.
