Loved vj-2

by Морган Райс

  Before she could finish the thought, a shiny BMW came down the road, and turned into the driveway. There was the sound of gravel, as the car’s shiny tires made their way slowly towards the house. Who on earth, she wondered, could be pulling into the driveway this time of day? Who knew she was there?

  Her heart stopped momentarily, as she wondered if it could be a member of her coven. Had someone seen her mating? Had some rival vampire reported her, and had they come to punish her?

  The car door opened and out came a human, poorly dressed in a cheap suit, carrying a “for-sale” sign beneath his arm. He walked towards the front door of the house.

  She was so relieved, that she laughed out loud. It was just another pathetic human. And this one, a real estate broker. The worst of them all.

  Of course. Now it made sense. He was probably preparing to show the house, probably had an open house scheduled, and was here bright and early to make sure everything was fine. Overzealous.

  And desperate.

  As she watched him approach, she saw his brow furrow in confusion and then concern, as he began to notice the signs that the house was occupied. Sam’s pickup truck in the driveway. A light on. He seemed utterly confused, as if racking his brain to remember if he’d left a light on, or whose car that could be. Then, as he seemed to realize that it was something more, his expression turned to annoyance.

  Samantha smiled. She loved how annoyed he was, and she reveled in the fact that it was about to get much worse. She couldn’t wait.

  She opened the front door widely, and walked out, heading right towards him.

  His look changed to one of outright outrage.

  “What the hell are you doing in this house?” he yelled from across the lawn, strutting right towards her. “Do you realize that this is breaking and entering? You young kids think it’s all a joke, that you can crash anywhere you want. I’m sick of it. You’re not gonna get away with it this time. I’ve had just about enough of this!” he yelled in a rush, as he pulled out his cell, still strutting towards her.

  She smiled even wider, and this really set him off.

  “You think this is a joke, don’t you?” he said, as he began to raise his phone to his ear, walking towards her with twice the speed.

  As he reached her, he grabbed her roughly under her arm. He turned, thinking that he would drag her off.

  His expression changed to one of shock, as he realized she had other plans. Before his fingers could fully dig into her skin, she had swept his arm around in one swift motion, and then twisted it back, snapping it cleanly in half.

  His face contorted in pain as he began to scream. But before he could make any noise, she grabbed his head and brought it down right into her knee. There was a crack, and then nothing, as his body went limp.

  Before his body hit the floor, she was already pouncing, sinking her teeth deep into his neck.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she fed, and fed. She felt ecstasy, as his blood coursed through her system.

  When she finished, she picked up his lifeless body, went to his car, opened the trunk and threw his body in. Before she slammed it shut, she reached in and grabbed the car keys from his pants pocket.

  She headed back towards the house, wiping the last remnants of blood from her mouth, and admired the morning sky.

  This was going to be a great day.

  FOURTEEN

  Caitlin was running. She was back in the field, running through the knee-high grass. It was daybreak, and as she ran, the world seemed to rotate. She felt as if she were running right towards the large, glowing sun.

  There, on the horizon, stood her father, his silhouette lit by the sun. His arms were opened wide, waiting to embrace her. She could not make out his features, but she did know that he was grinning, waiting to embrace her. If only she ran faster.

  Caitlin ran for all she had, but no matter how fast she went, he kept getting farther.

  She was not surprised. This was how the dream always went. A part of her knew this even as she dreamt it.

  But this time, something happened. This time, suddenly, she gained ground. He was actually getting closer.

  As she ran closer to him 50 yards, then 20, then 10, for the first time, she saw him. He was standing there, huge, so tall and proud, in all his glory, lit up by the sun. He was a beautiful man. A warrior. Somehow, he resembled Caleb.

  She ran right into his arms and gave him a huge hug. He embraced her back. It felt so good to, finally, be in his arms.

  “Daddy!” she cried.

  “My child,” he said, in a deep, beautiful, reassuring voice. “I’ve missed you so very much. I have been looking down on you. And I’m so proud of you,” he said.

  He took her by the shoulders, held her back at arm’s length, and stared into her eyes.

  His eyes were bright yellow, the color of the sun, and shining right at her.

  She couldn’t bear to look, but she couldn’t bear to look away either. They radiated such warmth and love.

  “Do you remember, Caitlin?” he asked. “Do you remember, when you were young? Where we used to go? The cliffs. The red cliffs.”

  An image flashed into her mind of huge, red cliffs, of gigantic rocks, spread all throughout the beach, into the water. A magical place. Yes, she remembered. It was coming back.

  “Find me there,” he said. “Continue your search. And find me there.”

  He started to fade, and as she reached out to grab him, he was suddenly gone.

  Caitlin woke with a start.

  She was flat on her back, looking up at the treetops. In the distance, she could see the passing sky passing, through the trees. A wisp of a cloud drifted by.

  She had no idea where she was, but she still felt as if she were dreaming. She could hear the wind rustling through the delicate branches, leafless, and it felt as if the whole world were alive, swaying, making noise.

  Despite being outdoors, she felt comfortable. She looked down and saw she was lying on the forest floor, in a pile of soft pine needles. A few feet away lay Caleb. Her heart swelled. It felt great to be sleeping so close to him. She hoped he wouldn’t wake anytime soon, that she could lie like this forever. Everything in the world just felt right.

  She looked back up at the sky, and tried to remember how they had got there. Tried to remember the night before.

  She remembered the feeding. There had been a small family of deer, and Caleb had calmed her, had taught her how to wait. He had taught her how to control it. She had remembered feeling clarity.

  Once she’d charged after them, her body had surprised her, had told her what to do, where to go. She’d found herself charging with lightning speed through the woods, then pouncing.

  She remembered wrapping her arms around a deer’s neck, and going for a ride. It had been fast, faster than she could have ever dreamt. But finally, she had found the vein and sunk her teeth in.

  And the feeling had been electrifying.

  She had never felt so alive as the deer’s blood coursed through her. She had felt on fire.

  Rejuvenated.

  Slowly, her pains had faded, as did her hunger. And she’d felt stronger than she’d ever had.

  She’d felt as if the world were hers.

  She looked over at Caleb. He had fed, too, last night. They had met afterwards, both so exhilarated, and then, so tired. They had laid back, on the forest floor, near each other, and had looked up at the swaying trees. Listening to the wind.

  And then, within moments, they’d both fallen fast asleep.

  Now, lying there, she inched closer to him, wanting to test out the feel of herself in his arms.

  She was still wearing his leather coat, and as she reached out, its sleeves just covering her hands, and ran the back of her hand along his cheek. It was so smooth. She imagined that they were together, a couple.

  Caitlin suddenly heard a rustling, and she sat up straight.

  Right in front of her, slowly approaching, was a pack of wolves. She
had never seen a wolf before, and had no idea how to react. Oddly enough, she wasn’t afraid. She was intrigued, mesmerized. In fact, as she watched them, she almost felt a strange sort of kinship.

  While watching, she reached over and placed a hand on Caleb, shaking him.

  He suddenly sat up beside her, alert. The two of them stared together as the pack came in close, only feet away, sniffing and circling.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Caleb said softly. “I can feel their thoughts. They are just curious. Remain still.”

  Caitlin sat very still, watching as their leader came up close to her, inches from her face, putting its nose right up to her cheek.

  Several tense moments followed, as Caitlin wondered what to do. Her heart was pounding, and she felt like pushing him away. But instead, she followed Caleb’s direction and sat very still.

  Suddenly, he turned and walked away.

  As he left, the pack followed.

  Except for one. A small wolf, a pup, hardly bigger than a small dog, lingered. It limped, and looked back at the pack. Then it turned and looked at Caitlin, and walked right to her.

  It walked into her lap, sat down, and lowered its head. It was clear that it did not want to leave.

  “The pack no longer wants her,” Caleb said. “She’s injured. She’s a liability. And they are too hungry to be patient. They have abandoned her.”

  Caitlin tried to focus, tried to read the animal’s thoughts as Caleb did. She couldn’t read it exactly, but she did feel an energy, her feelings. She felt very alone. And scared.

  Caitlin reached down, picked her up and held her in her arms. As she stroked the animal’s head, it leaned back and licked her face.

  She smiled.

  “You have a friend,” Caleb said.

  “Can we take her?” she asked.

  Caleb furrowed his brow.

  “It would not be the best idea,” he said. “Its scent...it could attract other things.”

  “But we can’t leave her here,” Caitlin pleaded, suddenly feeling very protective. “We can’t.”

  “Where we are going, there will be grave danger. It could get caught in the middle.”

  “Would it not be in danger here?” she asked. “It will die, left alone.”

  Caleb thought for a long time.

  “I suppose we can take it…”

  The wolf, as if understanding, ran over and jumped into Caleb’s arms and licked his face.

  Caleb broke into a big smile as he pet it. “Okay, okay, enough little fellow,” he said.

  “What shall we name her?” Caitlin asked.

  Caleb thought. “I don’t know,” he finally said.

  It suddenly came to her. The Rose and the Thorn.

  “Rose,” she said suddenly. “Let’s call her Rose.”

  Caleb looked at her, then nodded in approval. “Rose,” he said. “Yes, that is perfect.”

  As if responding to her new name, Rose ran back to Caitlin’s lap, and cuddled into her chest.

  “A family of wolves is a very powerful sign,” Caleb said. “It means that the nature energy is with us. We are not alone in our search.”

  “I had a dream last night,” Caitlin said, remembering. “It was unlike any I’d had before. It was so vivid. It was like… a visit. From my father.”

  Caleb turned and stared at her.

  “In the dream, it all came back to me. An old memory. One summer, I remember, he took me away. To an island. There were these huge boulders by the ocean, and these steep cliffs, these red cliffs that glowed in the sun—”

  Caleb’s eyes suddenly lit up. “You dreamt of the Aquinnah Cliffs,” he said. “Yes. That would make perfect sense.”

  “In my dream, he told me to return there. He said to… find him there.”

  “That was not a dream,” Caleb said, sitting up straighter. “Vampires visit in morning dreams. Your father wants us to go to the cliffs.”

  “But what about the key we just found?” Caitlin asked.

  “We don’t know what it’s for,” he answered. “The Vincent House could be anywhere. It’s as good as a dead end. We have nowhere else to go.” Caleb stood. “We must go to the cliffs immediately.”

  FIFTEEN

  Sam woke in the strange bedroom and looked around. He tried to remember where he was. The bed was comfortable, more comfortable than any he’d slept in a long time, but he couldn’t remember whose it was, or what he was doing here.

  Then it came back to him. Samantha.

  He turned and looked for her, but she was gone. Had this all really happened? Had it all just been a dream?

  He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and realized he was naked, lying on a mattress with no bedding. His clothes were strewn out on the floor. He was exhausted, but in a great way. He was a changed man.

  Man was the key word. He woke up feeling like a real man for the first time in his life. He never had a night like that before, and he already guessed that he never would again. She was incredible.

  Sam jumped to his feet, dressed, and walked around the empty house. He looked out the glass doors, and saw that the day was just breaking. That, too, was crazy. He hadn’t seen the sun rising in he didn’t know how long. In fact, it was rare for him to get up on any day before 12.

  He was hungry, and thirsty, but mostly just exhausted.

  “Samantha?” he called out, as he walked through the house, looking for her.

  He went from room to room, but couldn’t find her anywhere. He started to wonder if it had all truly just been a figment of his imagination.

  He went to the living room and looked out the large picture window. There was his pickup truck, in the driveway. And there, behind it, was a shiny BMW. He wondered if it was hers. And why he hadn’t seen it before. This chick was full of surprises.

  But he really didn’t care about any of that. He didn’t even care about having a place to crash. He realized he just liked being around her. The smell of her. The sound of her voice. The way she moved. And, of course, last night. It was unbelievable.

  But most of all, he’d really liked having someone to talk to. Someone who listened, who cared, who seemed to really get him. He was falling for this girl. He couldn’t believe it, but he really was.

  And now, after all that, had she left?

  He opened the front door, and there she was. Samantha. She had been opening the door at the same time.

  “Hey,” Sam said, trying to sound casual, but thrilled to see her. He felt his heart race just to see her again. She looked even prettier in the morning than she’d looked last night, her long red hair tussled over her face and her bright green eyes staring out at him. And so pale. He was pale, too—but she was paler than anyone he’d ever met.

  “Hey,” she said casually. She seemed self-conscious, as if he had surprised her, just caught her in the middle of something.

  She brushed past him and walked into the house.

  He turned and walked after her, puzzled. He wondered if he had done something wrong. Or maybe if he wasn’t good enough. If she wanted him to go.

  He started to feel self-conscious as he walked after her.

  He heard the sound of running water. She was standing over the sink, washing her hands and pouring water over her face. She was probably just waking up, maybe out for a morning walk.

  “You’re up early,” he said, smiling, as he watched her rinsing her face yet again.

  She rested, taking her time, then reached over and took a towel, and wiped her face. She brushed some of the hair out of her face, and took a deep breath.

  “Yeah,” she said, exhaling, “morning jog. I’m an early riser.”

  “Without any shoes?” he asked.

  Samantha looked down and realized she was barefoot. She felt her face redden. This boy was perceptive.

  “It’s better for the feet,” she said, and quickly turned and walked into the other room.

  Surprised at her abrupt departure, Sam wondered if she were avoiding him. Maybe she’d changed her mi
nd. He’d probably screwed it up somehow. Figured. Whenever he found something great, he always screwed it up.

  Sam followed her into the living room. He figured he needed to clear the air, talk to her.

  As he entered, she was pulling her long, red hair out of her face, tying it in a ponytail. Her cheeks were flushed, and seemed to be getting more filled with color, right in front of him. She must’ve had a really hard run, he thought.

  “Samantha,” he began hesitantly, “last night was amazing.”

  She turned and looked at him, and her features softened a bit. She walked slowly to him, placed one hand on his cheek, and kissed him, slowly.

  Sam’s heart welled up. She wasn’t sick of him. He hadn’t screwed it up. He started to fill with optimism again. He wanted her.

  But before he could embrace her, she backed away, went to the couch, and threw on her black leather coat.

  “I’m antsy,” she reported. “Let’s get out of here.” She looked at him. “Want to go for a drive?” she asked.

  “A drive?” he asked, looking at his watch. “So early?”

  “I hate sitting around,” she said. “I want to get out of here. Let’s get some fresh air. You game?” she asked, locking her green eyes right onto his.

  When her eyes met his, he felt his thoughts changing. Almost as if he were under a spell. He found himself suddenly liking her plan: it made all the sense in the world. She was right. Why stick around this house? It was boring. He suddenly really wanted to get out there out of there, too, and in fact, couldn’t stand to be there another second.

  “Yeah, I do,” he heard himself saying, “but where?”

  “Email your Dad,” she said. “Tell him we’re coming to visit.”

  Sam felt his brows lift in surprise. “My Dad? You mean, like, now?”

  “Why not? You guys wanted to get together. Now’s as good a time as any. He’s in Connecticut right? That’d be a nice drive.”

  Sam struggled to think. It all felt so sudden.

  “Well, like, I don’t know if he’d be ready on, like, such short notice—”