Accidental Ashes: or that time I found out I was a demon, and all my friends were vampires and werewolves (Xoe Meyers Young Adult Fantasy/Horror Series)

by Sara C. Roethle

  His smile didn’t falter, not one single inch. “Now, is that any way to speak to your father?”

  My heart raced. He’d confirmed what I had already figured out. I began to shake with the effort to contain the sudden anger that washed over me. I spoke slowly through gritted teeth, “Let . . go . . of . . me.”

  He didn’t. I began to tremble almost violently. All of the pain and anger I had blocked out over the years came flooding back. He’d abandoned me. My mom had never even told me his name.

  As if reading my mind, he said, “I’m going to assume that you would rather not call me dad, so you may call me Alexondre.’

  Well, now I knew where I got my name, though I couldn’t imagine why my mom would want to name me after someone that had abandoned her too. I took a deep breath. “Why are you here?”

  “You’re almost seventeen. I’m here to help you come into your powers . . . unless you already have?”

  I smiled bitterly. “Yeah, you’re a little late on that one.”

  He furrowed his brow as if he actually felt sorry about being late. “How late am I?” he asked.

  I rolled my eyes in irritation. “Seventeen years.”

  “I meant how late am I on the powers? Speaking of which, stop trying to burn me. It won’t work.”

  My eyes widened in surprise. I knew I was angry enough for it, but I didn’t realize that I was trying to burn him . . . not that I felt bad for trying.

  “It’s that bad?” he asked, referring to my lack of control.

  “Well what did you expect?” I snapped. “I didn’t even know I was different until a werewolf smelled me. I had to figure out what I could do by burning one of my friends!” I shouted.

  A couple walking by with a small child between them veered farther away from me as they passed, sandwiching themselves closer to the child. The woman looked at me like I was crazy. Of course, I was shouting nonsense in the middle of a crowded mall, so maybe she was right.

  Out of nowhere, Jason suddenly appeared beside me and grabbed Alexondre’s wrist, since Alexondre was still gripping mine. Alexandre gave Jason such a look that I was surprised Jason didn’t just turn into stone on the spot.

  Alexondre’s grip on my wrist was as strong as ever. He turned his gaze back to me. “Do you know this vampire?”

  I raised my eyebrows and nodded in a ‘well duh’ gesture.

  Alexondre slowly let go of my wrist as Jason slowly let go of his. They stood staring at each other, both of them trying to loom, though they were nearly the same height, so neither had much success.

  Without looking at me, Alexondre spoke, “We need to talk Alexondra. You may have survived the beginnings of your powers on your own, but you’ll need a teacher.”

  “Yes I do,” I spoke crisply, “but it’s not gonna be you.”

  I grabbed Jason’s arm with one hand and gathered my bags with the other, then made a beeline for the door. Alexondre watched us go impassively, but didn’t follow.

  As soon as we were both buckled into Jason’s car, he turned to me. “He is right.”

  “What?” I asked skeptically.

  Jason avoided my gaze. “You need a teacher.”

  I kept my eyes looking steadily out the front window. “Not him.”

  “But . . . “

  “Not him.”

  Jason let it drop. Like I said, smart man.

  Chapter Four

  We spent the ride home in silence. I didn’t want Jason to think that I was mad at him, but my mind was spinning too much for me to even think about keeping up a conversation. I hadn’t expected to ever hear from my dad, let alone run into him at the mall. But there he was, in the flesh . . . or whatever he was made of.

  When we got home I stormed into my house, marching straight up to my bedroom. Jason walked in a few seconds behind me, to find me sitting on my bed, already sinking into a fugue. He silently approached and sat beside me, wrapping his arm around my lower back.

  His comfort made my emotions fade from anger to hurt confusion. I looked down at my hands, not wanting to meet Jason’s eyes. “She named me after him.”

  “His name is Alexondra?” Jason asked quizzically.

  I shook my head and let out an abrupt laugh that was more of a sob. I grabbed Jason’s hand where it was resting on the side of my waist and pulled it farther forward to encircle my stomach, and bring him closer to me. “Alexondre. His name’s Alexondre, but it’s close enough.”

  Jason kissed me lightly on the cheek, waiting for me to continue speaking. When I didn’t, he said, “Please just consider it.”

  Sigh. Back to the subject of Alexondre being my teacher. I nodded slowly, knowing that he was right. “I’ll try.” Yeah, I’d try as hard as I tried in math class. Did I mention that I’m failing?

  He took me at my word, or else he was simply letting the subject drop. “What time are you supposed to be at Lucy’s?”

  I looked at my Jack Skellington wall clock. His face was the face of the clock, and he had a little plastic body that swung back and forth in place of a pendulum. It was already close to 3:15. “Like fifteen minutes ago.”

  Jason gave me a final squeeze. “I will drive you.”

  We went back downstairs to gather all my bags from where I had thrown them on the floor on my way in. After taking everything back up to my room, Jason drove me the short distance to Lucy’s.

  Jason parked in the circular, gravel driveway in front of Lucy’s two-story house. I gave him a quick kiss goodbye and hopped out of his car to walk to the front door. After knocking on the dark wood, I waited in the shade of the awning for someone to let me in. Lucy’s mom opened the door a crack to see who was outside, then opened it the rest of the way when she saw that it was me.

  Lucy’s mom is even shorter than Lucy, about 4’11”. I used to be terrified of her when I was younger. She is a very stoic woman, whose mouth is always set in a firm, unrelenting line. Her eyes, which are the same almond shape as Lucy’s, regarded me with calculating interest, then turned and walked towards the kitchen, expecting me to follow.

  “Nice to see you too,” I mumbled to empty air as I stepped over the threshold. I waved goodbye to Jason before shutting the door behind me and taking off my shoes. I placed them on the small square of tiling in front of the door, then headed to the kitchen.

  As soon as I walked into the pristine fluorescence, I was met by a screeching seven year-old. “Xoe!” Lucy’s little sister Lizzie shouted as she hurled herself at me. I lifted her up underneath her armpits and spun her in a quick circle, making her long-sleeved yellow dress flare out. Lizzie looks like a miniature Lucy: long, dark, pin-straight hair, olive skin, and almond eyes, but instead of Lucy’s small, cupid’s-bow mouth, she has a wide mouth always formed into a smile to split her face in half. Since Allison and I are only children, we both love being around Lucy’s sister.

  Lucy smiled at me from her seat at the small oak table that stood in the kitchen near the entrance. She had on a white apron over her deep purple v-neck sweater and khaki slacks to protect them from the flour and cookie frosting. Lucy’s mom stood silently over the kitchen counter, rolling out some cookie dough on wax paper beside the assorted Christmas cookie cutters she had already set out. Above the cookie cutters was an array of colored frostings and sprinkles for decorating the cookies after they were baked. Lucy’s mom finished her rolling and walked out of the kitchen silently. A woman of few words, was Lucy’s mom.

  After we had cut and baked the cookies, Lucy set Lizzie to the task of decorating at the small table, so that she could pull me aside. We stood in the corner of the kitchen by the clean, magnet-free refrigerator. Lizzie hummed over her cookies with her back to us, completely absorbed in her task.

  I looked down at Lucy questioningly.

  She held my gaze firmly with her deep brown eyes. “I have news,” she whispered.

  I lifted my shoulders then let them down with a deep sigh. “So do I,” I admitted with a matching whisper.

  L
ucy cocked her head curiously. “You first.”

  I shook my head silently and pointed a finger at Lucy, signaling for her to start.

  “Lela’s still in town.”

  “What?” I whispered incredulously. Lela had been one of Dan’s flunkies. Upon meeting her, she had thrown Allison into a wall and then moved on to attacking me. I’d been forced to stop her with a fireplace poker to the side of her head. Lela wasn’t all bad though. Once she had been separated from Dan, she was all too eager to join our side. She had wanted rid of Dan just as much as the rest of us. “How do you know?” I whispered.

  Lucy rolled her eyes. “She showed up on my doorstep this morning.”

  “What are you two whispering about?” Lizzie chimed in loudly.

  “Boys,” I lied.

  Lizzie made a disgusted sound. “You guys are gross.”

  Lucy gave me an angry look (Lucy’s mom stood by the belief that her daughters didn’t even know what boys were) and raised her eyebrows at me, waiting for me to apologize.

  I shrugged, and nodded over to Lizzie, who had duteously gone back to her cookies. I brought us back to subject. “What did she want?”

  Lucy still looked a little irritated, but answered, “She says she wants to talk to you, me, and Max. She refused to say anything else until she could talk to the three of us together.”

  “Why me?” I asked, confused.

  “What do you mean ‘why you?’”

  “Well, I can understand her wanting to talk to you and Max, since you’re both werewolves,” I explained, “but why would she want to talk to me?”

  Lucy considered for a moment. “I don’t know, but I told her we would meet at your place at 7:00 tonight. I already called Max.”

  I managed to close my gaping jaw enough to complain, “Geez, thanks a lot for filling me in.”

  Lucy shook her head, brushing off my sarcasm. “What’s your news?”

  “Well,” I began, “Lela’s not the only one who’s in town.”

  Lucy turned away from me as her mom strode into the kitchen to silently admire Lizzie’s handiwork. When her mom left, Lucy turned back to me expectantly.

  “Jason and I went to the mall today,” I explained. “We ran into my dad.”

  Now it was Lucy’s petite jaw that hung agape. “Your dad? Are you sure? How did you know it was him?”

  I looked down, no longer able to meet Lucy’s gaze. “It was him, no doubt about it. We had a rather unpleasant conversation.”

  Lucy shook her head with disbelief. “Let’s go to your place,” she glanced at Lizzie, “away from prying ears.”

  I nodded and walked over to where Lizzie was still happily decorating cookies with Lucy following shortly behind me. In the short time she’d had to work, Lizzie had managed to cover each and every cookie with globs of multi-colored frosting, and was now covering them with a thick coating of sprinkles. Lizzie smiled up at me, showcasing the fact that about half of the frosting had gone around her mouth. Lucy sighed and started cleaning up the mess.

  After we finished, Lucy and I began the short walk to my house. Lucy didn’t let the silence stand for long. “So what did your dad say?”

  I watched my sneakers as we walked over the faded asphalt of our street. “He wants to teach me,” I answered.

  “Teach you what?” Lucy interrupted.

  “About being a demon, and learning to control my powers.”

  “Oh,” Lucy answered.

  ‘Oh’ was right. I still hadn’t gotten any nearer to coming to terms with my feelings on the situation. I could play apathetic to things all I wanted, but in reality, I was furious with my dad. I didn’t think I could stand to be around him long enough to ever forgive him for leaving my mom and me. Yet, though I hated to admit it, there was a deep down part of me that had always hoped he would come back.

  I huddled against the cold breeze, wishing I’d worn a jacket over my burgundy sweater, and stared out into our green surroundings. Most of the trees in Shelby are evergreens, making fall and winter much more green than in other areas. I let the silence draw on until we reached my house. My mom’s car was gone, so she was either working late, or out Christmas shopping.

  Lucy and I went in through the front door and into my colorful living room. The deep green loveseat was occupied with rolls of Christmas-themed wrapping paper and ribbons that my mom had kept from last year, so Lucy sat down on the dark blue couch. A growl from my stomach reminded me that I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so I left her sitting there while I went into the kitchen to throw a couple of frozen pizzas into the oven.

  When I came back into the living room to sit by Lucy, she gave me a serious look, a dark flush still on her face from the cold. “So what are you going to do about your dad?”

  I sighed, not happy to be back on this subject. “Nothing, I guess. I promised Jason I would at least consider letting Alexondre teach me, but . . . ”

  Lucy cocked her head slightly. “His name is Alexondre?”

  I nodded, waiting for her reaction.

  “But . . . why would your mom give you a name so close to his? You would think after he left her alone and pregnant, she wouldn’t want any reminders of him.”

  I shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine. I still haven’t decided whether or not to tell my mom that he’s back, but if I want to ask her about my name, I’ll have to tell her I met him.”

  Lucy shook her head slowly. “Too weird.”

  “Tell me about it. Now what’s the plan for Lela?” I glanced at the grandfather-style wall clock that hung above where the TV used to be. It had luckily survived the TV’s death with only minor scorching. It was just past 6:30.

  Lucy’s gaze followed mine to the clock. “I dunno. Just hear her out I guess. Max should be here soon. He wanted to be here before Lela.”

  A knock sounded at my front door. Speak of the devil.

  “Come in!” I called.

  Max opened the door and came striding in, shutting it gently behind him. He shucked off his light blue fleece to reveal a long-sleeved orange and yellow plaid shirt over faded jeans. Max is only about 5’4”, and his sandy blond hair, and pale green eyes, are complemented by skin that would be densely freckled if he lived somewhere with more sun. He came and squeezed between Lucy and me on the couch, then turned to Lucy. “So what’s this all about? You were so cryptic on the phone.”

  Lucy shrugged. “I told you all that I know. She wanted us together before she’d say anything.”

  Max looked grumpy. He often reminded me of a sullen elf, though I’d never say it to his face. He looked back and forth between Lucy and me. “I don’t like this. I don’t understand why she’s still in town.”

  I had no time to placate Max, because another knock sounded at the door. This time, I got up to answer it. I walked quickly to the front door and opened it, trying to put up a front of confidence. Lela was outside in dark-wash jeans and a lavender cable knit sweater, standing a few feet back from the door as if she was afraid that I’d attack her. Given our past, her chances were about fifty-fifty.

  Lela has long dark hair like Lucy’s, but Lela’s is more dense and slightly wavy. I still couldn’t quite place her ethnicity, but her deep olive skin and exotic eyes were gorgeous none-the-less, sparking jealousy in all members of the female persuasion wherever she went I’m sure. But she was tall and willowy like me, so I couldn’t hate her entirely. We curve-challenged girls got to stick together.

  Behind her stood a man I didn’t know, looking slightly more confident than Lela. He had nondescript brown hair, cut close to his scalp, that blended into his tanned skin, only a few shades lighter than the hair. I placed him around Lela’s age, which I guessed was 22 or 23, I had never gotten the chance to ask.

  The stranger was wearing the universal bad-boy uniform: black leather jacket over white t-shirt, and black leather boots covered by faded jeans. He aimed a crooked flirtatious smile at me. I mistrusted him instantly.

  I stepped back from the door
and gestured for them to come inside, which they did after a moment’s hesitation from Lela. I shut the door and left Lela and the mystery man standing while I cleared the wrapping paper and ribbons off the loveseat. I put them in a pile on the multicolored patchwork rug that dominates my living room floor. Lela stepped forward slowly.

  I sat back on the couch with Max and Lucy and gestured to the loveseat. “Have a seat.”

  Lela walked around the far side of the loveseat and sat down, folding her delicate hands in her lap. She then proceeded to stare at said hands and not say a word. The man came to sit casually beside Lela, slumping in his seat as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

  I looked at Lela, confused. “Well?”

  Lela finally met my eyes. “I have a proposition for the three of you.”

  A proposition? I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like this. She had fallen silent again so I waved my hands in a ‘go on’ gesture.

  Lela took a deep breath and let it out, her full lips trembling slightly. “I think we should form a pack.”

  “Really?” Max asked, at the same time as Lucy said, “What?”

  I was too stumped to speak.

  Lela elaborated. “If we have a pack, we’ll be safe. If another rogue wolf like Dan comes through and tries to bother us, we can call the Pack Coalition for help.”

  “The Pack Coalition?” Lucy asked at the same time I asked, “We?”

  Lela was gaining confidence as she spoke. “You remember Abel, Dan’s old pack leader? Well, he’s also the leader of the Western Pack Coalition. The leader or alpha of each pack attends three Coalition meeting per year. They get together and discuss any news or problems, confirm pack size, and fill out paperwork for any new pack members.”

  “How do you know all of this?” I asked.

  Lela brought her gaze back to me. “I traveled to Utah to talk to Abel. I wanted to get my facts straight before I approached you.”

  Max squinted thoughtfully. “So, what you’re saying is that if we form a pack, we’re protected by this Coalition thingy?”

  Lela nodded excitedly. “Pretty much. I mean, we gotta do our part too. We pay dues, and if a wolf comes into our area and needs help, we have to help them, just as they would have to help us if we were in their area, which leads me to Nick.” She gestured to the smiling man beside her who gave me a sarcastic wave in return.