My Blood Approves mba-1

by Amanda Hocking

  “Oh, man, I’m sorry,” Jack apologized. “Yeah. Sure. You can stay here as long as you want. Do you need a ride right now?”

  “It would be nice, but it’s not necessary.” I still didn’t completely understand his deal with sun, and I wasn’t even sure if he could drive out in it to come get me.

  “Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll be there in like five minutes.” He yawned again and I heard a rustle of movement as he got up, meaning that he’d actually already been in bed.

  “I’m not at home, though. I’m on a bench a couple blocks away.” I looked around for a street sign so I could tell him what intersection I was at for sure, but then I realized that he probably already knew. For some reason, he could always find me.

  “Cool. Hang tight.” He clicked off the phone, and I shoved my phone back in my pocket.

  I felt better knowing that I wouldn’t be stuck on this bench all day like a homeless person, but it was still hard to know if I was doing the right thing.

  Nothing in my life had prepared me to deal with situations like this. Up until now, my life consisted of sitting at home with Milo, shopping/partying/hating myself with Jane, and that’s about it. I’d barely even kissed a boy, I’d never driven a car, or been to any states other than tri-state area. My father left when I was two, and my mother had spent my whole life working continuously so we’d have just enough to survive. I knew nothing about life, and here I was, preparing to give it up in exchange for something I didn’t truly understand.

  Jack pulled up in front within six minutes of me making the phone call, and I didn’t understand how he could possibly get around that fast. Sure, the car could go 0-300 MPH in like a second, but that didn’t account for all the cars on the road in front of him or stop lights or anything. But here he was, grinning at me tiredly behind gigantic sunglasses. I hopped in the car and decided that I was too tired to question anything. I just wanted to get to his house and take a nice, long nap.

  When we got to his house, Jack showed me to my room. It was the guest room at the end of the hall upstairs, the bedroom in the turret. The walls were rounded and there was a balcony in the back. I felt just like Juliet or Rapunzel.

  The walls had been painted a soft lilac, that eerily matched the walls of my own room, and the four-post bed had been made at in all white, luxurious comforters. Mae had even left out a pair of satin pajamas on the bed.

  “Wow, this is really perfect,” I said, touching the blankets and admiring the room. “It’s exactly like me.”

  “It should be.” Jack was standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame to make sure that I had everything, but he yawned tiredly. “Mae did it for you.”

  “Like just now? I called and she painted the room?” I furrowed my brow in confusion and disbelief.

  “No,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Originally, she kind of thought you’d just be staying in Peter’s room, but when that started seeming like less of an option, she did up this room for you. You were gonna end up here eventually, right?”

  “Yeah.” I nodded, but it felt weird knowing that someone had been preparing for me before I even knew I’d be here.

  “Mae likes to nest.” Jack noticed my unease and smiled to settle me down.

  “It’s her thing. This was just her way of nesting. She doesn’t get to decorate rooms for girls very often, you know.”

  “Yeah, I guess not,” I relented.

  “Alright, well, I’m gonna get some sleep. But I’ll be right next door if you need me.” He took a step backwards and grinned mischievously. “But don’t you get any ideas.”

  “Yeah, I’ll try not to.” I was being sarcastic, but I knew that I’d really have to try not to.

  Jack laughed and walked into his room, which as just one thin wall away from mine. Peter was gone, and Mae was downstairs. It would be almost too easy to just go next door and start what we’d finished earlier… But thankfully, my body decided to remember exactly how tired it was. I shut the bedroom door, put on my borrowed pajamas, and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

  Chapter 14

  Milo hugged me like a hundred times and his eyes were welling with tears when I picked up clothes from him. Jack waited in the kitchen for me while I packed my things, because I was hoping that his presence would somehow cheer Milo up, but I think it only saddened him more. It reminded him that not only would he be seeing less of me, he’d be seeing less of Jack as well. When I finally convinced him that I would see him again, he hugged me tightly once more for good measure, and then I escaped.

  “We could’ve just bought you new clothes,” Jack pointed out on the car ride back to his house. “That probably would’ve been easier and less painful.”

  “I know, but Milo needed to see me. I needed to prove that I wasn’t just gonna forget about him.” I looked over at Jack to see if he understood my sentiments, but he just stared ahead and didn’t say anything. “I will see him again.”

  “I’m not arguing with you.” He wasn’t, exactly, but his tone wanted to contradict my claim.

  “You don’t think I will.” Just saying it aloud hurt. “Why would you let me promise Milo anything if you knew it wasn’t true?”

  “I don’t know anything,” Jack replied with a subtle grin. “But I do think that Ezra will be home when we get back. And it might be good for you to talk to him.”

  “You always know more then you let on,” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest and sinking low in the seat. “You pretend to be dumber than you actually are.”

  “Have you considered that I really might just be that dumb?” he asked playfully.

  “I have. Many times.”

  He laughed at that, but didn’t say anymore until we got to his place. There would be very little he could say that would comfort me anyway. I was beginning to realize that I may have underestimated the cost of being with him.

  When we went into the house, Jack called for Ezra and Mae, and they both appeared in the living room almost instantly. Mae swooped in to hug me like she hadn’t seen me in ages when reality it had been less than an hour. Ezra smiled warmly at me, and somehow, it still made me blush. He had returned today early from the trip, citing that he couldn’t stand to be away from Mae for that long, but Peter wouldn’t return for a few more days. He could apparently stand to be away from me until the end of time.

  “So I heard that you’re going to be staying with us for awhile,” Ezra commented, and I tried to decipher if there was any disapproval in it.

  He sat on the couch and Mae curled up next to him. They had only been apart for a matter of days, but being around him made her giddy. I wondered if Peter would react anything like that when he returned, but I’d probably be lucky if he even looked in my direction. Something tugged painfully at my heart, and it amazed me that I still even wanted into this.

  “Yeah.” I sat on the chair across from them, and Jack sat by my feet, rubbing Matilda’s belly. “Is that okay?”

  “I don’t see why it wouldn’t be.” Ezra played with a long, wavy strand of Mae’s hair absently, and she buried her head in his chest. I realized that I hated people who were so comfortably in love, especially when my “love” life was bogged down by all sorts of unnecessary stipulations.

  “What’s going to happen?” I asked bluntly. There was no point in beating around the bush anymore. I was living in a house of vampires and certain things were starting to be intimated to me. I no longer wanted so speculate about my future.

  “You’ll have to be more specific. There’s a lot of things up in the air for you.” He didn’t mean anything by it and was merely pointing out facts, but it stung just the same. Nothing for me was set in stone, which should’ve been a relief, but I didn’t like having everything feel so uncertain and precarious.

  “Exactly.” I took a deep breath and started in. “Am I just gonna live here forever? What happens when Peter gets back? He doesn’t want me around. How is that gonna work with me living here? Should I even live here wi
th him? What if he keeps rejecting me? Am I supposed to just go back to my life? Are you planning on me someday being a vampire?”

  “You can stay here as long as you want, regardless of how Peter feels. He has other places he can go if need be. You have made yourself an indispensable part of this family.” Ezra looked down at Mae, carefully choosing his words.

  “Peter… No matter how any of us feels, there is a bond between you and Peter that is not easily broken. He might not be ready to accept it now, but he certainly doesn’t want you banished or any harm to come to you. For his sake, as well as our own, it is essential that you remain a part of our lives.” His russet eyes rested warmly on mine. “As such, yes, it would be in everyone’s best interest if you were to turn.”

  Looking down at the floor, I exhaled deeply and tried futilely to slow the frantic beating of my heart. I knew they all could hear it, and Jack especially was susceptible to it. The thought of being a vampire, which had crossed my mind much more frequently than I had ever imagined it would, both excited and terrified me, but that was par for the course. Nearly everything about them was simultaneously exciting and terrifying, and I could never seem to reconcile the two.

  “Alice, it’s really awesome,” Jack chimed in helpfully. “You’ve seen me.

  I’m awesome.”

  “Jack,” Mae scolded him.

  “It’s not a decision you can take lightly,” Ezra went on, and Mae had gotten a particularly solemn expression. I didn’t fully understand it, especially based on how much she loved having me around and the fact that she made a room just for me before I even lived here. “This is something that changes everything about your life, and it’s irreversible. If you decide that this is what you want to do, you cannot go back. But if you decide not to turn, we won’t hold it against you.”

  “It will make your life harder, though,” Jack interjected.

  “Jack!” Mae snapped. “You can’t make this choice for her!”

  “I’m not trying to!” Jack sighed dramatically and shook his head.

  “Well, what are some of the things that I can expect? You know, if I do turn.” My voice was timid and shaky, and even my hands were trembling, so I linked them tightly together to keep it from being more visible.

  “The thirst at first is a bit overwhelming, as Jack can probably still attest to,” Ezra gestured to Jack, who nodded heavily in agreement. “All your senses become much more heightened, and all your movements feel exaggerated.

  Walking across the room, for example, takes half the effort it used to, so you’ll find yourself stumbling and misstepping until you get the bearings of how your body works. Your emotions are stronger, too. They’re all right at the surface, and you’re generally very volatile. You’re libido increases, and your general lust for everything. Anything that feels good you want constantly. Pain is also extreme, but its much more fleeting than it ever was in human form.”

  “It’s almost like being a child again,” Jack elaborated. “Everything feels so new, and you’re clumsy. Anything can make you laugh or cry, and even though your brain is so much faster and you can understand things so much easier, everything is strangely confusing at first.”

  “Your body has to acclimate to a whole new way of being. It’s not a simple process,” Ezra continued. “The hardest thing to deal with at first is the bloodlust. The hunger you feel now can’t even compare to what you’ll feel then.

  We only need to eat about once a week, but in the beginning, you’ll think you need to eat every hour. It’s a hard thing to learn to control, but it is very manageable once you do.”

  “So, you guys are always hungry?” I asked nervously.

  “In a way,” Ezra admitted. “But it’s not that intense. If it was, you wouldn’t have survived this long.”

  “Thanks,” I muttered and wondered how I could feel so safe in the house with them.

  “It’s not meant to be a threat,” Ezra laughed warmly. “It’s just the way things are. For the most part, being a vampire is a wonderful, amazing gift with very little in the way of misery. But there are two things that are double-edged swords.

  “The first is the blood,” Ezra went on. “Its life giving, and there aren’t words to explain how it makes you feel. The greatest drug or sex or anything doesn’t even compare to drinking blood. But when you can’t feed for any prolonged length of time, say several weeks, it is the most excruciatingly painful thing imaginable. You would kill anyone or do anything just for a drop of blood.

  And before you get your bloodlust under control, the frenzy of feeding can have horrendous ramifications. It is an immeasurable pleasure, but unless it’s properly controlled, it is devastatingly dangerous.”

  “That’s good to know,” I swallowed hard.

  “I’ve got it under control for the most part, and I have horrible impulse control,” Jack offered, and I did find some comfort in that. As much as I tempted him, he hadn’t bit me, and if it was as extreme as Ezra made it out to be, than that really was saying something.

  “The second thing is immortality.” Ezra breathed deeply and looked down at Mae. She had a faraway, sad look, and I hoped that someone would explain it to me. “We’re not truly immortal. If you damage our brain or our heart, or we go long enough without feeding, we will die. But we have no natural cause of death. Barring another vampire attacking us, there really is very little that stops us. We are slow to turn other vampires as a result of it. We never die, so our population needs to be kept in check. So, please, don’t think this is a casual invitation we are giving you.”

  “Thank you,” I mumbled, feeling humbled. It actually hadn’t occurred to me that there would be a limit on vampire membership, but it was incredibly flattering knowing that I was even being considered.

  “But there is a very heavy price with that,” Ezra continued gravely.

  “Everything around you will die. You will see everyone you love whither up and die. Jack is already on his second dog, but I’m sure he’ll eventually tire of burying them and stop getting pets all together. Even this town, it will change, and things you loved and held dear will be destroyed. You will outlast everything. There is more of a burden in that than you can possibly imagine.”

  “Does that mean that I can’t see my brother? Or just that it will be painful watching him grow old?”

  Ezra shared a look with Mae, who nodded, and then she stood up, saying, “I have to show you something.”

  “You’re gonna take her?” Jack groaned and got up. “She doesn’t need to see it.”

  “You’re just saying that because you think she’ll change her mind,” Mae said to Jack.

  “Uh, yeah!” Jack exclaimed.

  “If it would change her mind, then it should!” Mae snapped. “If she doesn’t have all the facts because you kept them from her and she makes a decision that she later regrets, then she’ll spend the rest of eternity resenting you. Is that really what you want?”

  “No,” Jack mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck.

  “What’s going on?” I asked nervously, standing up.

  “I’m going to take you to see something,” Mae forced a smile at me. Then she turned back to Ezra and kissed him. “We won’t be gone too long.”

  “Okay. Be safe.” Ezra looked sad to so her go, but he smiled reassuringly at me. “It’ll be alright.”

  “What’s going on?” I asked Jack, feeling strangely frightened as I followed Mae out of the living room.

  “I guess you gotta go see,” Jack sighed and sat back down in the chair.

  “I’ll see you in a bit.”

  “Where are we going?” I was right behind Mae, but I could see the drawn look on her face, and I was afraid of what we were going to see that would cause her to look so pained.

  “I’ll explain in the car.”

  By the time I got into her Jetta, I was filled with nervous anticipation.

  Whatever she was going to show me would apparently scare me off of becoming a vampire. I half-exp
ected some horrifying monster or a stash of human corpses or something equally disturbing. What else could there be that would completely change mind about turning? The soft music of Nina Simone playing out of the car stereo did little to make me feel good, and I just stared apprehensively at Mae, who in turn, just stared straight ahead, looking rather tragic.

  “I was born in Reading, England in 1928,” Mae explained in a voice so sad, it barely sounded like her own. “When I was very young, the second World War broke out. Towards the end of the war, American soldiers were stationed all over England. Philip was the most dashing young man I had ever met, but at the time, I’d never met Ezra.” She smiled lightly at that, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

  “Despite my best attempts at being virtuous, I ended up pregnant at sixteen, and Philip was a very upstanding man, so we were wed. My first child, a son I named Samuel, was born while he was still fighting in the war, and I was still living with my parents in Reading.

  “Samuel was five months old when Philip finished his tour of duty, and we moved to the US, to a small flat in St. Paul, where Philip and his family were from,” Mae continued. “The first few months we lived here were truly wonderful.

  They were some of the best memories of my life. Then, one night, three weeks before Samuel’s first birthday, I went in to check on him, and he wasn’t breathing.” A solitary tear slid down her cheek, but she chose to ignore it. “The pain never gets easier. Don’t listen to what anyone tells you. Losing a child is… an impossible loss.”

  “I’m sorry,” I murmured, unsure of what else to say.

  “Everybody kept saying, ‘At least you’re young enough to try again.’” Mae smiled bitterly at the memory, and then glanced over to me. “But I didn’t want to try again. After Samuel died, I spent months curled up in bed. My family, everything I had known and loved, was a million miles away, and my husband, as much as he did love me, was very young himself and he was busy trying to work and start a life for us…” She had a faraway expression for a moment, but then she remembered I was there and snapped herself out of it.