“V-vampire?” He repeated. I felt his back muscles tense, and then my hands were left cold, frigid, as he stumbled backwards.“Yeah,” I croaked, looking down. I felt ashamed, and then I felt the sting of imagined tears pricking at my eyes, and burning the back of my nose. It wasn’t my fault.“Are you – are you telling me that’s what you are?” He asked, very quietly. Too quietly.“Yeah,” I repeated, my voice barely louder than his. “That’s what I am.”His fingers trembled as he pointed to my mouth. “I – I kissed you. But your teeth… you hurt people, Ellis.”“You said it wouldn’t change things,” I whimpered. “And – and I don’t. I never have.”“We’re taught about you. We have
He’d stabbed me. I was sure of it.I could feel his fingers punching through my ribcage, his nails slicked into sharp points and digging through my flesh as he latched on to my heart. It beat out an unsteady, anxious rhythm as he yanked it free, and he held it in his hand for a moment, blood dripping down his wrist. I could do nothing but stare up at him as I fell to my knees.The dim lamplight swirled around me. I felt seasick, dizzy, as the orange trees and the navy sky span, forming ringlets in the air. Then I felt the hard tarmac against my bare knees, and the heels of my hands following them onto the ground seconds later.I felt my skin tear on impact, but barely, like a flash of red through my vision. I could feel it, but it was dwarfed by the pain in my chest. My eyes fluttered shut, and I curled into a ball, my broken hands clutching at the empty space where my heart used to be.The wav
“Maybe we should go somewhere else to talk,” I whispered.“Maybe,” Skye agreed. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and gave me a sideways glance. “I really am sorry, Ellis.”“It’s okay,” I said, and it sounded more natural, more convincing, this time. “I was scared of you, too, in the beginning.”“You never hurt me like that, though,” he muttered. His gaze dropped, ashamed. Then, before I had a chance to say anything, his eyes were burning, blazing gold, and staring into mine. “No. I won’t talk like that. It’s not fair on you. It’s my fault, not yours. You don’t need to make me feel better about what I did, what I said. It was a bad reaction on my part. But… I can explain.”“I think we’ve both got a few things we need to explain to each other,” I said, pulling
“How you became a vampire,” Skye said, nodding. His eyes darted from side to side, like the sun rolling around the earth, and he bit down on his bottom lip.I sighed. My fingers clenched at the dirty blanket, and I took a deep breath. I fixed my gaze on the orange lamplight filtering through the tree in front of us, the shadows of the other leaves dappling the brighter ones underneath.“Are you sure you don’t want to go first?” I laughed, but it sounded dry, hollow and unnatural, even to my own ears. I glanced up at Skye, and, at his weathered expression, my eyes dove back towards the tree.“I – mine is – it’s dark,” he admitted. From the corner of my eye, I could see his hands tapping restlessly on the thighs of his jeans.This time, the wry tone in my voice was intentional. “And you don’t think dying and coming back as a vampir
The night felt unnaturally still. It had drizzled throughout the day, and the cloud cover was thick, oppressive, blocking out the faint light of the moon. I swung my legs beneath me, kicking my too-bright white sneakers through the mist. I was surprised it had climbed this high, and I felt an unpleasant tingle at the back of my neck.David and I were sat together in silence, our eyes on the fog brushing through the dark limbs of the trees. We’d positioned ourselves on a low-hanging bough, wanting to have a view of the area surrounding the Clan house, as well as the log cabins that dotted the woodland on the far side.I’d made it back home just as Kathrena was coming outside this morning. I’d screeched to a halt right in front of her, and I’d leapt out of the truck and run to check the patrol rota without saying a word. She’d watched me with cool, intelligent eyes when I’d returned, and as she
I stared at him, my body frozen and my mind transfixed. What was he doing here?“Ellis?” I realised that David was speaking, and I moved slowly, as if through melted toffee, to look at him. I could just see the Skye-shaped shadow below in my peripheral vision, and I struggled to focus on David’s face.“Sorry,” I mumbled. He was smiling at me, warm and bright, if a little timid, and I shook myself.“Did my story scare you?” He frowned. I scrambled desperately to remember what we’d been talking about, and my eyes shot open.“Oh! No, no. Sorry,” I said again. “I just – I need to stretch my legs. Mind if I walk the perimeter?”“That’s fine,” he said, very slowly. His eyes appraised me, but they were no longer fathomless. Now they were closed off, and my chest ached as I reco
The flames and smoke rose into the sky, red and orange and black and grey rolling in waves across the dawn. The sunrise behind was cast out, soft apricot and purple bleeding into obscurity as the fire crackled.David’s body was in the fire, somewhere. I didn’t look too closely.Most of the Clan were stood around the pyre, their eyes down and their mouths in sombre, thin lines. Falmer was nowhere to be seen, but that was nothing unusual; he frequented the bar in town, especially since we’d been on a diet of animal blood. He could, more often than not, find willing donors in the women he met.The only other person missing was Kathrena. Her absence, however, had raised a lot of eyebrows, and had elicited a few startled mumbles and narrowed eyes.I couldn’t bring myself to care where she was. David was dead, and it was my fault. I’d checked for his pulse, two fingers feeling
After the fire had died down, and we had all said our last farewells to David, I’d trudged up the curling stairs to my room. I hardly had the energy to put one foot in front of the other, let alone go to school.Aradia had given me one look, and immediately had offered to call Aspen High’s office for me. I felt bad, with everything she had to deal with, but I couldn’t face a day of sitting beneath those too-bright fluorescent lights, trying to pay attention, and then, worst of all, having to talk to people. Because it wasn’t actual talking, not really; nobody at school knew me, not beyond the pretence, the façade, the part that I played for them. And, because of that, I didn’t really know them, either.I told myself that that was why I was shrugging off my wet clothes and climbing into bed, when the truth was, in fact, much simpler. It could be boiled down to one word, and one word alone: D