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believe it. “Have you completely lost your mind? I am seventeen years old, Mother. I have no plans to get married anytime soon. We looked at dresses on a lark, as a,” I flailed my arms as I struggled to find the word, “a mother-daughter bonding experience. Or whatever it was.”
“ I thought we had fun together .”
“ That’s just it, Mom . It was only for fun. ” I put my fingers to my temples and began massag ing in small circles. “I really need you to get out of my room before my head explodes all over the place.”
“ W e’re not done tal — ”
I stamped my foot and leveled my gaze at her. Then I went to my bedroom door and yanked it open, making a sweeping gesture toward the exit. “We are done. We can talk about this later . I really do have a headache, so I would appreciate it if you left me alone now .”
Mom got up, all the fire having gone out of her. She smoothed the palms of her hands down the front of her slacks. “All right. If that’s what you want.”
I closed and locked the door behind my mother’s retreating form . T hen I crossed my room and opened the balcony doors to allow the fresh summer air inside. There was still a bit of light left to the day. I dragged a chair out to my private balcony and sat down, willing the sun to set on what had been one of the longest, and strangest, days of my life.
October 2 7
John took a deep breath, his shoulders heaving up and down. “Ian did. He’s the one who sp—” He took another br eath. “He’s the one who thought my life was worth saving .”
“Ian.” My voice choked out in a hoarse whisper. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my crumbling composure. Of all the vampires . . . I should have guessed. “And how is the little leech these days?”
John reached for my hand under the blanket and squeezed. “Very sorry for what he did.”
The tears spilled over onto my cheeks and I rubbed my dripping nose on the edge of the blanket. “Not half as sorry as I am.”
“Blake—”
I turned on him. “If you care so much about me, why is he still around? Why haven’t you gotten rid of him?”
John closed his eyes and gave a slight shake of his head, the muscles of his jaw working as he thought how to answer. Finally, he met my eyes . “Because I can’t , Blake. H e came to me for help. I’m all he has now . ”
Based on what John had just told me about vampires , it didn’t take long to figure out what he meant. “Because it’s ille gal,” I said, using his word, “ to take someone’s blood against their will. He’s in trouble. ”
“It’s regarded as base and crude; something only the lowest of the low do. It’s happens,” John conceded, “but troublemakers don’t go unnoticed for long.”
“ You said he came to you for help. What he did to me, has he done that before? ”
John’s jaw clenched and unclenched. “The last one wasn’t as lucky as you.”
I gasped. “Lucky? Lucky! ”
John put his hand against my mouth. “ Shh ! Keep your voice down.” He glanced around and, satisfied no one was paying any attention to us, said, “Ian created me. We share a bond unlike any other , even though he drives me crazy half the time. What did you expect me to do, turn him away? They’re looking for him in New York. If he shows his face back there, he’s as good as dead.”
I shoved his hand away. “And why aren’t they looking for him here? Doesn’t anyone in your world care about what happened to me ?”
“No one knows what he did.”
I clenched my teeth until my jaw hurt. “I don’t care if he’s the one who created you , John. The fact remains he’s dangerous. At the very least he should be . . . locked up, or . . . institutionalized, or . . . whatever it is you guys do to miscreant vampires.”
My wild gesticulations managed to attract the attention of an older couple walking by just then. John cupped his hand under my armpit and stood, yanking me to my feet alongside him.
“ I thought we had fun together .”
“ That’s just it, Mom . It was only for fun. ” I put my fingers to my temples and began massag ing in small circles. “I really need you to get out of my room before my head explodes all over the place.”
“ W e’re not done tal — ”
I stamped my foot and leveled my gaze at her. Then I went to my bedroom door and yanked it open, making a sweeping gesture toward the exit. “We are done. We can talk about this later . I really do have a headache, so I would appreciate it if you left me alone now .”
Mom got up, all the fire having gone out of her. She smoothed the palms of her hands down the front of her slacks. “All right. If that’s what you want.”
I closed and locked the door behind my mother’s retreating form . T hen I crossed my room and opened the balcony doors to allow the fresh summer air inside. There was still a bit of light left to the day. I dragged a chair out to my private balcony and sat down, willing the sun to set on what had been one of the longest, and strangest, days of my life.
October 2 7
John took a deep breath, his shoulders heaving up and down. “Ian did. He’s the one who sp—” He took another br eath. “He’s the one who thought my life was worth saving .”
“Ian.” My voice choked out in a hoarse whisper. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my crumbling composure. Of all the vampires . . . I should have guessed. “And how is the little leech these days?”
John reached for my hand under the blanket and squeezed. “Very sorry for what he did.”
The tears spilled over onto my cheeks and I rubbed my dripping nose on the edge of the blanket. “Not half as sorry as I am.”
“Blake—”
I turned on him. “If you care so much about me, why is he still around? Why haven’t you gotten rid of him?”
John closed his eyes and gave a slight shake of his head, the muscles of his jaw working as he thought how to answer. Finally, he met my eyes . “Because I can’t , Blake. H e came to me for help. I’m all he has now . ”
Based on what John had just told me about vampires , it didn’t take long to figure out what he meant. “Because it’s ille gal,” I said, using his word, “ to take someone’s blood against their will. He’s in trouble. ”
“It’s regarded as base and crude; something only the lowest of the low do. It’s happens,” John conceded, “but troublemakers don’t go unnoticed for long.”
“ You said he came to you for help. What he did to me, has he done that before? ”
John’s jaw clenched and unclenched. “The last one wasn’t as lucky as you.”
I gasped. “Lucky? Lucky! ”
John put his hand against my mouth. “ Shh ! Keep your voice down.” He glanced around and, satisfied no one was paying any attention to us, said, “Ian created me. We share a bond unlike any other , even though he drives me crazy half the time. What did you expect me to do, turn him away? They’re looking for him in New York. If he shows his face back there, he’s as good as dead.”
I shoved his hand away. “And why aren’t they looking for him here? Doesn’t anyone in your world care about what happened to me ?”
“No one knows what he did.”
I clenched my teeth until my jaw hurt. “I don’t care if he’s the one who created you , John. The fact remains he’s dangerous. At the very least he should be . . . locked up, or . . . institutionalized, or . . . whatever it is you guys do to miscreant vampires.”
My wild gesticulations managed to attract the attention of an older couple walking by just then. John cupped his hand under my armpit and stood, yanking me to my feet alongside him.
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