“My parents are oblivious. They wouldn't notice if I had an elephant in my room as long as I went to school and work and so forth. Speaking of work, I think Toby might be done.” She says the last part with a little squeal of delight.
“Oh, really?” I look at Viktor, but he just stares straight ahead. “And how did that come about?”
“Let's just say that some books went missing while he was working and some of the money wasn't where it was supposed to be.”
“Texas Anne!” I'm shocked she would resort to such measures to get rid of him so she could hire her boyfriend. Huh, I guess Viktor is her boyfriend now. Never thought I'd see the day.
“What? Viktor needs to be around me, and Toby needs to go away. See? Two birds, one stone.” She starts humming as if that closes the conversation.
“You're not very nice when you want something, you know?” I say.
“No, I'm not. I'm a bitch. This is not news. Doesn't mean I'm gonna change any time soon. Viktor likes me the way I am,” she says, grinning hopelessly at him.
Viktor looks at her and nods. “I would not change you.”
“There you have it,” Tex says, looking at me in the rearview mirror.
I cross my eyes at her and glance at Peter. He blinks at me. What are you going to do?
Peter
Ava lets me come in the house that afternoon, even though her father is home.
“I need you to do that thing where you make me not freak out, because I feel like I'm close, and I really don't want to bite him,” she says in a rush.
I take her hand.
“Thank you,” she says.
We open the door and the foyer is filled with flowers in multi-sized and colored vases.
“Holy crap, it's like a florist in here. Or a funeral. Or a florist's funeral.” She gasps after she says the word funeral, as if she has cursed. “Oh God, I shouldn't have said that.”
“Ava-Claire, is that you?” Claire calls from the other room. Ava and I make our way around the mounds of blooms that are so numerous that they're stacked on the floor because there aren't enough surfaces to hold them all.
“I told you it was something,” Claire says as we walk into the kitchen. There are more flowers there, and many containers of food, some still warm. They scent the air and clash. How humans can find that appetizing is beyond me.
“What the hell happened?” Ava says, gaping at the full kitchen counter.
“The doorbell has been ringing nonstop. Your father has been fetching them and signing for them all day. I don't even know where some of them are from. That doesn't even count the casseroles. At least I won't have to cook for a little while. Or a few years,” Claire says, waving at the dishes and pots. “When humans are confronted with death, they buy flowers and cook things. It helps them deal with it and feel like they're contributing,” Claire tells me.
“Yes, I am familiar with the practice. So many people cooked for my mother when my father and I died, she ended up giving most of it away.”
Claire’s breath catches when I talk about dying.
“So you consider yourself dead? Or undead?”
“Immortal,” I say.
“Um, should we really be talking about this in the kitchen when Dad's home?” Ava says.
“Oh, he's taking a nap,” Claire says, waving Ava off and stacking two of the containers on top of another. I move to help her. Claire’s body is too wrapped up in fighting to stay alive to keep her strong. “Thank you, Peter. Could you slide those in the fridge for me?” I do, somehow finding a place in the crowded refrigerator.
“Dad's taking a nap? Did you drug him?”
Claire laughs and pulls Ava in for a kiss on the cheek. “No, he's just been really tired lately. We've been staying up late talking about things.” Claire fiddles with some peonies in a silver vase.
“What kind of things?” Ava says. I feel as if I should absent myself for this conversation, but Ava will not let go of my hand. I have to stay for her, so I do my best to pretend I am not there.
“Just things. Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about. Why don't you go and arrange some of those flowers around the house? It'll be like a florist blew up in here for a few days. I'm going out to the garden.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, baby. I'm sure.” Claire gives me a look before she goes out of the room and shuts the door. I hear her humming outside.
“It is like a floral shop blew up in here,” Ava says, gesturing to the flowers. I couldn't agree more.
It takes us the better part of an hour to find homes for all the flowers. We fill the rooms, bathrooms and even put a few vases in Ava's room.
“I don't get why people send flowers when someone is going to die. The flowers end up dying and reminding you. They should send things that are going to last.”
“Flowers remind you of the fleeting nature of life.”
“True, but I still think it's a stupid thing to do. If they're this bad now, what is it going to be like —” she stops, not able to continue.
“I know,” I say, taking her hand and massaging it with mine. “Let me take some of your stress. I have broad shoulders.”
She laughs and puts her arms around my waist, resting her chin on my chest and looking up into my eyes. I let myself get lost in hers for a minute.
“So what do you think of Viktor and Tex? Yes, no, maybe so?”
“I think he is smitten. I think she is as well.”
“She's different with him. I mean, she's still flirty and weird, but sometimes I see her looking at him, and it makes my heart ache because I understand. I think she's in love with him, but she hasn't realized it yet. Does the Claiming always do that?”
“Not always. Claiming is a connection, another way to form a bond. Sometimes that leads to love. Sometimes it doesn't,” I say, kissing her forehead. “You are right about Texas, I think.”
“God help us when she realizes she loves him.” She rolls her eyes and I try to do the same. She laughs and I join in, my voice blending with hers like cream into coffee.
“Getting better. How much do you want to bet Tex is giving Viktor smiling lessons right now?” she says.
“Don't underestimate Viktor's ability to act human when he wants. I have seen it in action. He can be very charming when the situation requires it.”
“Wow. I'm trying to picture it. He's always so stoic. So... Russian? Is that racist?”
“His natural inclination is toward his noctalis side, but his human side is easier to find than mine. Although, mine has gotten much closer to the surface since I met you.”
I hold her face between my hands and meet her lips for a chaste kiss. Her mind roars at me, and I'm blasted with images of the two of us tumbling onto her bed, her taking my shirt off, her taking her shirt off, and...
“Ava, stop. We need to stop.” I push her back and she blushes a brilliant red color.
“You just read my mind, didn't you?”
“Yes. And I had to push you away or I would have followed through with that vision.”
“Is it because you don't want to? Or you're afraid you'll hurt me or something? I know it's a stupid and trivial thing to fuss about when everything else is going on, but I just need to know.”
“How could you think that I don't want you?”
“Show me,” she says, staring at me with those green eyes.
I close my eyes and think about her. I imagine her skin and her lips and try to send all the things I adore about her into my head. I press my forehead against hers and try to push all those thoughts through our connection. She makes a little noise of shock. I force harder, and she grips my waist.
“How did you do that? I thought you could only read my mind.”
“I don't know,” I say, opening my eyes, “but everything seems impossible until you do it. And with you, I think nearly anything is possible, my Ava-Claire. You make everything possible.”
She smiles at me and we embrace.
&nbs
p; “You sound more optimistic than you have been,” she says.
“Must be the flowers. Full of possibility.”
She rolls her eyes again.
Eight
Brooke
If I'd been less cute, I probably wouldn't get as many as I did. People had a hard time not stopping to help a pretty girl stranded on a rural road. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. I hated doing it that way, because the people who stopped were usually the nice ones. The helpful ones. I really should find a better way to do this, but for now I just needed some blood and this was the easiest way to get it.
I made sure to wear a short skirt and a tank top that showed off my chest. It wasn't an outfit I ever would have worn in my human life, but that didn't matter. That Brooke had died. I was a different Brooke. An immortal one.
I popped the hood up and pretended to be fiddling with things I had no idea about. The funny thing was that Dillon had loved cars, and every now and then I'd hung out with him while he worked on them. I asked him to show me a few things, and he had. I knew how to change the oil, do a battery jump, that sort of thing. I could also change a tire on my own. I could probably do it even faster now, but I hadn't tried yet.
I didn't have to wait long. Even on this rural road there were always people going here or there. This place was similar to New Hampshire, only it had the distinct tang of salt water in the air. New Hampshire had a lot of lakes, but only a small portion of the state reached the ocean and I'd never lived there. Until I became immortal and could go where I wanted, when I wanted, I hadn't realized how large the world was. I'd barely been out of New Hampshire in my first sixteen years of human life. My mother wasn't the kind of parent who took us on trips or anything like that. I'd gone to Canobee Lake Park with Cara and her family, but other than that I'd never left our small town.
A truck rumbled down the road, slowing when the driver saw me. I moved my face into a pout, a trick I'd had to relearn and practice for hours in a mirror. My face had lost the ability to make human expressions. There was a teenage boy driving the truck. He reminded me of Dillon.
“Hey, do you need some help?”
“Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with it. It just died.” I put my hands up as if I was lost when it came to auto maintenance. I wished I could cry, because that would help. I'd tried to cry, but my immortal body didn't produce tears. I could make my voice sound like I was crying and just hide my face. I'd done that enough times.
“Want me to take a look?” He glanced down the road and then pulled the truck in front of mine so it was out of the way. When I was done with him I'd probably just push it into the woods. Or maybe I could ditch this car and grab the truck. I hadn't driven a truck yet.
“Yeah, that would be great. I'm rushing to get home, because my mom had to go to work and my sister is by herself.” I always made up some sort of sob story. I'd changed them up to see which one got the best effect.
“Do you have AAA?” He stared at my engine. I estimated him at about seventeen. Blond hair, blue eyes. All-American. Fit, too. His blood reached me as he leaned over and checked the battery connections. It was almost spicy, and it reeked of health and activity. Yes, I was definitely going to take this one.
“I don't think so.” Playing stupid also seemed to work. “I just don't know what to do.” All I had to do was get him with me alone in the car and then I'd have him.
“Did it make a noise?” I shrugged and he went to the driver's side. “Let me take a look.” I went around to the passenger's side and got in. My body ached with the need for his blood. My vision sharpened and narrowed to focus just on him.
“You live around here? I've never seen you before. I'm Jamie.” He held his hand out to shake mine and gave me a brilliant smile. For a second, my focus on his blood shifted to his face. I stared down at his hand. Mine leapt forward, and I had to stop myself from crushing his fingers. I must have shaken his hand a little too hard, because he looked at me puzzled. I pulled my hand back too quick. Damn.
“Well, um, let me give it a shot.”
In case this happened, I had disconnected several of the cables that would be difficult to find unless you were a mechanic.
He turned the key and the engine revved, but didn't catch. He tipped his head to the side, listening. I focused on his eyes, trying to keep my gaze away from his neck where his blood pulsed. The human body had, on average, six quarts of blood. I didn't need much, but I usually took all of it. I couldn't help myself. Blood was my drug of choice. When I had too much I'd just lie naked in the sun for hours in a secluded place, just listening to the sounds of the world. It was peaceful. The only peace I got anymore since Ivan was gone.
“I'm Brooke,” I said as he listened to the car. He took the key out and sat back, as if he was thinking.
“It's nice to meet you, Brooke. Let me go ahead and take a look at your engine.”
No, he couldn't get out of the car. I was going to feed on him. I was going to drain him and be bloated with his spicy blood. But I sat still as he got out of the car. What was wrong with me? I'd killed more people than I could count in the past two weeks. I didn't think about it most of the time. I didn't have to. Mortality was not one of my concerns.
He leaned over the hood again.
“Hey, do you want me to just give you a ride? Then you can get home to your sister and call someone to pick up the car.”
“Sure, that would be great.” Yes, get in the truck with me.
He put the hood down on the car and I got in his truck. It was old and smelled of cigarettes, even though I knew he didn't smoke. The previous owner, based on the similar scent to Jamie, was his father.
“Don't you want to lock it or anything?” Damn. What was I thinking? I wasn't, that was for sure.
“Oh, yeah. I'm just so out of it.”
I hopped out of the truck and locked the doors of the car that wasn't mine. I grabbed the purse that had belonged to the previous owner. It was ugly and big, but a teenage girl didn't go anywhere without a purse. I got back in the truck and found Jamie watching me.
“Where are you from?” he asked. I still hadn't answered his question about where I was from and what I was doing here.
“We just moved here from New Hampshire. My mom has a new boyfriend and he lives around here.”
“Oh, what's his name? Maybe I know him.”
I had no doubt that he knew everyone in town. He seemed like the kind of guy that everyone would know and love. His face lit up the truck and I found myself enjoying the sound of his voice. There was a sweet richness about it, like honey. After becoming immortal I'd discovered that most human voices were unpleasant-sounding. His wasn't.
“So, where do you need to go?”
I floundered for a moment. He glanced at me, expecting an answer.
“Do you mind if we stop at the grocery store first? I have to pick up some cold medicine for my sister.”
“Why don't you give her a call and see if she's okay?”
The woman I'd taken the purse from didn't have a phone, but I rummaged around in the purse, pretending to look. “I can't find it. This is the worst day ever,” I said, being the melodramatic teenager.
“Here, use mine.” He handed me a black phone, and I pretended to make a call, making my voice soft and sweet. I hoped he couldn’t hear that I was not making an actual call. I kept it short, just in case.
“She's fine. Just a little stuffed up. Thank you so much for this, Jamie.” I loved saying his name. It felt natural in my mouth.
Jamie turned off the back road onto one that was more populated.
“What do you think of Sussex so far?”
“It's a lot like New Hampshire. Except for the ocean. I've never really seen it before.”
“You've never seen the ocean?”
“Not until I moved here.”
“Wow, I can't imagine that. I've lived here my whole life.”
I had lived in New Hampshire my whole life.
His blood filled t
he truck, and I had to clench my hands on the seat so as not to grab him and sink my teeth into his neck or any available vein, really.
He noticed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” No, I wasn't. “Can you pull over?”
He stopped on the shoulder and I got out, nearly ripping the door off the hinges.
“You're not okay,” Jamie said.
I clenched my knees on the side of the road, pretending I was going to hurl. Why couldn't I just take him? Why was I dragging this out? Cars passed by, but no one else stopped. I couldn't do it now, with so many people around. The only way would be to get him into the woods.
“What's wrong? You can tell me. I promise I'll help you with whatever you need help with. Whatever that is, okay?” He rubbed his hand on my back in slow circles. It wasn't helping my need to kill him.
I turned my head so I could meet his clear blue eyes. I realized that I wanted to kiss him as much as I wanted his blood. His lips were pink, soft and human. I wanted to tackle him in this ditch, tear his clothes from his body and ravage him.
I was a virgin before I become immortal. I had some silly notions about saving myself for the right person. Things were different when I could get pregnant or an STD. Now that I didn't have to worry about that, sex had become a different animal. Ivan and I had shared a few nights together. They'd been wild and raw, and I missed them. I hadn't had sex with a human yet. I was usually too overcome by their blood to think about that part.
“Brooke?”
He was staring at me again. I must have forgotten to blink, so I did so. I also made my chest move a little. All those little things I had to remember to do so he wouldn't be more suspicious than he already was.
“I'm sorry. I don't think I can do this. Can we go for a walk?”
“You want to go for a walk?”
“Yes.” I needed to be in an open place where the air would carry away the smell of his blood and I could think.
“Okay, then let's take a walk.” He glanced around, looking for a place. “This way,” he said, nodding with his head.
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