Flutter mba-3

by Аманда Хокинг

  Mae tried to say a few comforting things to me, but there was nothing that could really make me feel any better about this. When I saw her at the club last week, I should’ve just dragged her away, no matter how much she fought me. Or better yet, I never should’ve told her about vampires, or let her see Milo after he turned. If Milo had never bit her, if she’d never found it, if she’d never even met me. I know I wasn’t the one that made her go to the club night after night, looking for a fix, but I had set this course of events in motion.

  If had a made a different decision any number of times, she wouldn’t be here, knocking on death’s door.

  I stood at the end of the bed, just watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Every time she exhaled, it felt like forever before she breathed in again, and it was an eternity between heartbeats. Every second she was alive, I was certain it would be her last. I barely even noticed when Peter came in the room.

  That’s how hard I was concentrating on Jane.

  “Sorry. I just came into grab a few things,” Peter said apologetically, and hurried into his bathroom.

  Since Jane had taken over his room, he was gonna sleep on the couch tonight, and if he was getting ready for bed, it meant that it was getting pretty late.

  “You should probably go get some rest yourself,” Mae suggested. “I’ll stay with Jane and make sure she’s alright. It won’t do her in good if you stay up all day exhausting yourself.”

  “You’ll let me know if something happens?” I chewed my lip. For some reason, I thought that when I stopped watching her, that’s when she’d stop breathing.

  “I’m just across the hall from you,” Mae smiled at me. “She’ll be just fine, love. I can feel it.”

  Reluctantly, I went out into the hall and gently shut the bedroom door behind me. I stood right outside the door, listening for a minute, and when her heart kept beating, I started to believe that maybe she wasn’t going to die right then. I let out a sigh of relief that sounded suspiciously like a sob, and then I took another deep breath to try to keep back the tears. Peter came out of his room behind me and almost bumped into me, since I hadn’t bothered to take a step away from the door yet.

  “Oh, Alice, sorry!” Peter apologized and put his hand on my back gently, as if I was stumbling and needed him to stabilize me.

  “No, no, it’s okay.” I shook my head and swallowed hard

  “Are you alright?” Peter lowered his head, trying to look me in the eyes, but I just looked away.

  “Yeah, no, everything’s great.” I forced a smile, and my vision started to blur from the tears.

  “I mean, why wouldn’t it? I almost got my best friend killed, and my brother’s boyfriend. Not to mention, I have no idea where my own boyfriend is because I drove him away. But yeah, everything is just great!” Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I quickly wiped them away.

  “What happened to Jane isn’t your fault,” Peter said quietly.

  “Yes it is! I’m the one who introduced her to vampires!” I gestured widely to the hallway.

  “Everything I touch gets destroyed! I mean, you had this stable family, and I came in, and I’m just tearing it apart! You and Jack, and now Mae and Ezra are splitting up, and I know that’s not directly my fault, but it is! It’s my fault by association! I’m the harbinger of doom!”

  I expected Peter to tell me that I was being melodramatic, and just to knock it off and go to bed. Or at the very least to tell me in a very condescending way that none of that was my fault. Even I knew it was pretty egotistical to assume that the only bad things that happened in life happened because of me.

  But instead he looked at me with the utmost sympathy and affection. I had never seen him look so gentle, and whenever he softened, he was almost blindly attractive.

  When he reached out and pulled me into his arms, I knew that I should pull away, but I didn’t really have the strength for it. He held me to him, and I buried my face in his chest. Right then, I just wanted to sob, and I wanted someone to hold me. Peter’s arms were wonderfully strong and gentle, and it felt so good and safe that I almost lost myself in them.

  “Honestly, Alice, everything is going to be alright,” Peter murmured into my hair.

  “I wish I could believe you,” I whispered. My tears were calming down, but I left my head pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

  “Peter!” Ezra suddenly boomed, sounding as if he was standing directly at the bottom of the stairs.

  He broke whatever moment I had been having with Peter, and I realized how incredibly inappropriate and dangerous it was to let him hug me, even if I needed a hug. I pulled away from him and looked at the ground. Peter seemed disappointed, but he didn’t say anything. He just turned and went downstairs to see what Ezra wanted, and I slunk back to Jack’s room.

  Matilda’s was laying on Jack’s bed, looking very sad, and I climbed in bed next to her. I rested my head on her back and ran my fingers through her thick white fur. She whimpered a little, and I knew that she missed him too. But there was nothing I could do about it. Although, I was starting to think it was maybe for the best that he left. Clearly, I wasn’t good enough for him.

  Mae woke me up a few hours later. I sat up with a start, but she smiled wanly at me in the dark. “Jane is awake.”

  Chapter 21

  Jane didn’t look any better, and she didn’t seem entirely alert. Mae had helped prop her up with a couple pillows. Her eyes were dull blue, almost glassy, and her expression was completely blank. She didn’t look happy to be alive or angry to be alive, but she watched me with kind of a subdued fascination. I think it was still hard for to get used to the idea that I was prettier than her, even when I’d just woken up and covered in white dog hair.

  “Hey,” I said. I stood awkwardly off to the side of the bed and pushed a dark strand of hair behind my ears. “How you feeling?”

  “How does it look like I’m feeling?” Jane asked me directly.

  “Oh, she’s doing just fine,” Mae said before I could reply. She sat down on the edge of Jane’s bed. A glass of water with a straw in sat on the nightstand, and Mae handed it to Jane. She didn’t really look interested in taking it, giving Mae a bored look, but she did anyway, taking a long drink.

  “She’s been through a lot lately.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I said. Mae pushed the hair of Jane’s forehead, and I didn’t appreciate the way she was fawning all over her. Jane did need extra care, but I didn’t like the way Mae was making me feel like I was incompetent.

  “You don’t know anything. We haven’t spoken in months,” Jane snapped icily, glaring at me.

  Why she was glaring at me? It wasn’t my idea to stop talking to her.

  “That’s not my fault!” I was indignant. “I tried calling and texting you a million times! You were the one who didn’t want to talk to me!”

  “Yeah! Because you turned into a vampire!” Jane sat up straighter in the bed, and Mae looked annoyed that I was upsetting her.

  “You don’t need to get worked up,” Mae said gently, taking the water from Jane before she spilled it all over the bed.

  “So what if I’m a vampire?” I countered, ignoring Mae entirely. “You seemed just fine spending so much time with them that it almost killed you!”

  “Yeah because they were fun and they had something to offer me! You’re the most boring immortal on the whole planet! I mean, look at you!” Jane gestured to me with a skinny arm. “You’re wearing a blink 182 tee shirt and sweat pants!” I looked down at my clothes, pulling a ball of Matilda’s hair off my band tee shirt.

  “It’s pajamas!” I crossed my arms defensively over my chest anyways. Then I pointed to her.

  “Did you see what you were wearing to the club tonight? Your dress was dirty and covered in stains!”

  “I hadn’t had a chance to change,” Jane dropped her eyes.

  “Girls!” Mae shouted. “You really need to calm down! Jane doesn’t need all this excitement.”
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  “Whatever.” Jane rubbed her eyes. “Can I just get my clothes and get out of here?”

  “You can’t go anywhere, love,” Mae told her gently. “You’re sick. You need to get well, first.”

  “And I can’t get well at home?” Jane tried to sound angry, but she was already relenting and leaning back in the bed. “Does Jonathan know I’m here?”

  “Um, kinda,” I exchanged a look with Mae. “Did you tell her how she got here?”

  “I told her that you found her at the club, and she was in bad shape.” Mae once again deftly avoided the truth, and I was wondering how often she lied to us.

  “He won’t be happy when he finds out I’m here.” Jane wasn’t threatening us, and from the look she gave Mae, I’d say she was actually just trying to protect us. Her “boyfriend” definitely had an anger management problem, but I already knew that.

  “We know, but we wanted you to be safe,” I said, looking at her evenly.

  I didn’t really understand the animosity between us, except that she had always kinda been a bitch, but I wanted to get past it. She had been living a reckless, dangerous life, and I wanted to help her change that, and maybe get back to being friends again. It would be neat to be friends with someone that didn’t live in the same house as me. Although, she probably would be living here, at least for a little while.

  “I understand.” Jane picked at her chipped nail polish and stared down at it for a minute, then she smiled wanly at me. “You look really good. Your hair is longer.”

  “Yeah, our hair grows really fast.” I played with a strand of my hair and smiled back at her.

  “You look… Okay, I’m can’t lie. You look pretty bad right now.”

  “I know,” Jane laughed. “I guess really got caught up in everything and didn’t realize what I was doing.” She shrugged her bony shoulders. “But I’m here now. So I guess that’s something, right?”

  We talked for a few more minutes, but she was obviously getting tired. Mae sent me away, saying that Jane needed her rest. It had been awhile since I had been bit, but I remembered being exhausted for days afterward. Jane had to be stronger than I was just to be able to sit up and talk.

  As soon as the sunset, I enlisted Milo to make a run to the store with me. We picked up groceries for Jane, namely things heavy in fat and red meat, and energy boosters, like Red Bull and vitamins. Before we left I went to see if there was anything in particular she’d like to eat, and she said no, but requested we get her some hair dye. When we got back, Milo made her food, and she came downstairs to eat it.

  Bobby joined her, and she seemed semi-interested in him until she found out that he was gay and dating Milo.

  Then he became almost a nonentity to her. It was good see the old Jane back in action.

  Half-way through her steak (which seemed unnecessarily rare, even by my standards, but Milo was the chef), Peter decided to make an appearance. It wasn’t really intentional. He had been back in the den, working with Ezra on some kind of business thing, and he wanted to go up to his room to grab a shower.

  Unfortunately, as soon as Jane saw him, she locked her lasers on him. Naturally, he ignored her, but she almost tripped over herself trying to get up after him. Milo managed to assure her that Peter was completely off limits, but that probably only made her want him more. Still, she seemed to realize that she wasn’t up to getting a new suitor just yet, so she let him go without chasing him down.

  Jane downed about ten Red Bull, then went upstairs. Mae was reluctant to let her out of her sight, but Mae needed to eat and shower herself. I finally convinced her that Jane would be safe in my hands, even though I was starting to feel a bit of thirst myself. Jane wasn’t that appetizing because she didn’t have very healthy blood, and what she did have was tainted by another vampire’s scent. Still, I knew I’d have to eat before I went to bed.

  “So, I don’t really understand,” Jane said. She was strolling through my closet, looking for clothes to borrow since I stupidly hadn’t thought to stop and pick her up. Fortunately, I had a new and approved wardrobe, and for the first time in our friendship, I had clothes that she actually approved of.

  “What’s not to understand about clothes?” I sat down on the small bench by the shoe rack.

  It was overwhelming being in this room, surrounded by all of Jack’s things. I had to go in here every day to get clothes, but I hurried out as quickly as I could. Now it was all Converse and tee shirts, so I lay back on the bench so I could stare up at the ceiling instead of his clothing.

  “Half of this closet are Jack’s things,” Jane touched one of his shirts. “But nobody’s made any mention of him since I’ve been here. Where is he?”

  “I don’t know.” My phone was in my hand, and I looked down at the screen, willing him to call me.

  Of course, he didn’t. I hadn’t tried calling or texting him today, but I was hoping that give him some space would make him come home. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.

  “What do you mean you don’t know?” Jane had moved on to leafing through my clothes, and she looked at me sharply. “Aren’t you two like in love or something ridiculous like that?”

  “Something like that,” I muttered and lay my phone facedown on my belly, so it couldn’t taunt me anymore. “We got in a fight, and he left.”

  “What’d you fight about? Who left the lid off the toothpaste?” Jane asked dryly.

  She had never been much for modesty, so when she found something she liked, she just took off her top. She’d been wearing an oversized tee shirt, and she had kicked off the pants a long time ago. While she straightened out my dress to put it on, she stood there, dressed only in an lime green panties, but at least they were bikini cut and not a thong. Her spine stood out rigidly, but I looked away before I could think too much of it.

  “No. It was a little more serious than that,” I sighed. Peter’s emerald eyes flashed in my mind, and I shook my head.

  “I can’t imagine you doing anything serious,” she said absently. Her focus was on her reflection in the mirror, modeling the strapless cocktail she’d slipped on. Even though I had lost weight, so had she, so my clothes were still too big on her. I’d say they were too short too, since Jane was still two inches taller than me and the hem fell way above her knee, but that was probably just right for her. “What do you think of the dress?”

  “It’s great,” I lied. For once, I’d look better in something than she did. Her shoulder blades stuck out like wings, and the top was made for a larger chest, so it was drooping weird in the front.

  “Do you have any heels to go with these?” Jane turned, admiring herself from a different angle in the mirror. “Every good dress needs a good shoe.”

  “Somewhere, probably. Dig around.” I gestured to the expansive shoe racks.

  “So what did you do that made Prince Charming run away?” Jane wasn’t quite ready to dig for shoes yet, and instead returned to the task of stealing my clothes.

  “Kissed Peter.” I closed my eyes and grimaced.

  Instantly after I said it, I don’t know why I told her the truth. It wasn’t something I was proud of, and it would probably be better for me if she never found out. But since it had happened, I hadn’t really been able to talk to anyone about it. Milo had said very little on the subject, mostly because he’d been too wrapped up in Bobby drama, and Mae and Ezra had never mentioned it. Besides that, Jane was really the only friend I had.

  Everyone else was family. Or Bobby.

  “What?” Jane wheeled on me, her eyes wide. She was interested in what I saying for the first time.

  “You kissed Peter? That really incredibly foxy guy I saw earlier? You kissed him? I mean, I didn’t even realize that was an option!”

  “It’s not.” I shook my head. “It was just a stupid mistake. I don’t even really know why I did it.”

  “I do. That boy is irresistible.” Jane looked wistful thinking of him. “If I were you, I’d say good riddance to Jack an
d move onto this other boy.”

  “I don’t want to move on to him!” Too late, I realized that telling Jane was a really bad idea.

  I sat up and shook my head again. “I love Jack, and I want to be with him. Peter was an accident.”

  “Okay. Fine, I believe you,” Jane said dubiously. She kept staring at me though, chewing her lip.

  “So… does that mean he’s single?”

  “Jane!” I groaned. “Peter is bad news! And you need to stay away from vampires for awhile!

  Look what they’ve done you.”

  “Yeah,” Jane shrugged, “but look what they’ve done to you.” She had a point. Vampires were literally sucking the life out of her, but me, they had given immortality, beauty, power, and money.

  In fairness, those were all things that Jane already had, except for the immortality part.

  “But I’m still miserable. So there.” I stuck my tongue out at her, and she shook her head.

  “Oh, Alice, you’ll always be miserable no matter what you have.” Jane turned back to my clothes, picking out something hot pink and skimpy that I had never worn. “That’s your lot in life.”

  “Maybe,” I exhaled resignedly. “But what’s yours?”

  “My lot in life is looking beautiful.” She held the dress up in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror. “Do you have any accessories?”

  Sure, Jane was irritating and self-absorbed, but it was oddly comforting having her around. I always knew exactly what I was getting with her. Despite myself, I actually sort of enjoyed her. For at least an hour I spent with her, I didn’t check my phone at all to see if I missed a call from Jack. I didn’t forget about him, exactly. The dull ache in my chest wouldn’t let me, but I wasn’t quite as obsessive as I had been.

  After Jane went to bed, I went downstairs to get something to eat. The slow burning was starting to spread from my stomach, and soon it was going to be gnawing all over me. Jane didn’t entice me at all, but Bobby was starting to, so it was time to eat. I gulped down the bag of blood, then went back to my room and curled up in bed.