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to care what they drove. Phoebe’s Land Cruiser had to be about twenty years old and looked like it. Everyone drove beat-up old cars. He grunted a laugh. Judging by the selection of cars and trucks on the local roads, a person would have no idea what decade it actually was. Based on how people looked at his Hummer, one would think Nick drove an airplane around town.
Bumpkins. All of them.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag. But as he inhaled, the smoke tasted different. The smoke didn’t really do anything for him; he didn’t enjoy it and the cigarette tasted bad. After only a few minutes he put it out.
Staring into the trees, he stood. Nothing sounded good. He didn’t want to smoke. He didn’t have anywhere to go. He didn’t have any girls he felt like calling for a quick shag.
Besides Phoebe, but going there was nothing but a train wreck.
He shook his head. Since when did he avoid train wrecks? It was as if he were living in an obscure alien universe, and nothing was how it was supposed to be.
He hopped down the porch steps and walked. And walked. He went into the woods, taking breaths of the crisp fresh air. It smelled like trees. The sun created shadows on the ground, and he dodged in and out of the sunlight.
He heard nothing besides the sounds of his sneakers’ soles hitting the ground, which was covered in fallen needles. No cars, no people, no music. Nothing except the chirp of a bird or a breeze going through some high tree branches.
When was the last time he’d been so secluded from civilization?
He couldn’t remember. Pausing, he thought back into his past. Way back. And he couldn’t remember when he’d last taken a walk or a hike that didn’t include going to a restaurant, or a kitchen, or a club—or to or from his car.
For some reason, that struck him as odd. He knew he was city-oriented, but still. Even a city bloke needed some fresh air once in a while.
Shaking his head at his thoughts—thoughts that would never have popped into his brain until he’d arrived here—he went on. He wound his way through the trees; there were no paths out here, and he navigated fern bushes and other shrubbery he couldn’t identify.
After a while, looking through the thick branches he was pushing aside as he walked, he caught sight of something large that should have looked out of place but didn’t. He continued toward what looked to be a rusted-out old farm tractor. When he was a boy, he would have loved making such a find. He would have enjoyed wandering around the tractor, looking at how it was made, wondering who’d driven it and how it had come to be abandoned.
Now, he stopped in front of the old thing and just stared. “Huh,” he said aloud, and his own voice startled him. He was still unused to the silence of Redbolt.
Circling the corroded piece of metal, he felt the sun on his back.
Yeah, back when he was a boy, he would have enjoyed making a discovery like this.
Turns out, Nick still did.
Chapter Six
P hoebe came across him in the forest.
She’d been looking for wild mushrooms when she spotted Nick kneeling beside her uncle’s old tractor, apparently inspecting something near the rear wheelbase.
So engrossed was he in the inspection of the tractor, he didn’t notice her presence. She took the time to discreetly watch him. He wore dark jeans, those fancy sneakers that weren’t nearly as shiny as when he’d first arrived, and a blue T-shirt with some sort of logo printed across the front. The short sleeves showed off his sinewy arms, and Phoebe took a moment to drink in the sight of him. His arms were long, lean, and tan as he brushed a bit of rust off the metal. He wasn’t as pale as he’d been that first day he’d arrived.
Funny. One would think that, being from sunny Southern California, Nick would have arrived looking more like a sun god than a vampire. Well, Phoebe thought, it made sense. He probably worked late hours, partied after that, and slept his days away.
It had
Bumpkins. All of them.
He lit a cigarette and took a drag. But as he inhaled, the smoke tasted different. The smoke didn’t really do anything for him; he didn’t enjoy it and the cigarette tasted bad. After only a few minutes he put it out.
Staring into the trees, he stood. Nothing sounded good. He didn’t want to smoke. He didn’t have anywhere to go. He didn’t have any girls he felt like calling for a quick shag.
Besides Phoebe, but going there was nothing but a train wreck.
He shook his head. Since when did he avoid train wrecks? It was as if he were living in an obscure alien universe, and nothing was how it was supposed to be.
He hopped down the porch steps and walked. And walked. He went into the woods, taking breaths of the crisp fresh air. It smelled like trees. The sun created shadows on the ground, and he dodged in and out of the sunlight.
He heard nothing besides the sounds of his sneakers’ soles hitting the ground, which was covered in fallen needles. No cars, no people, no music. Nothing except the chirp of a bird or a breeze going through some high tree branches.
When was the last time he’d been so secluded from civilization?
He couldn’t remember. Pausing, he thought back into his past. Way back. And he couldn’t remember when he’d last taken a walk or a hike that didn’t include going to a restaurant, or a kitchen, or a club—or to or from his car.
For some reason, that struck him as odd. He knew he was city-oriented, but still. Even a city bloke needed some fresh air once in a while.
Shaking his head at his thoughts—thoughts that would never have popped into his brain until he’d arrived here—he went on. He wound his way through the trees; there were no paths out here, and he navigated fern bushes and other shrubbery he couldn’t identify.
After a while, looking through the thick branches he was pushing aside as he walked, he caught sight of something large that should have looked out of place but didn’t. He continued toward what looked to be a rusted-out old farm tractor. When he was a boy, he would have loved making such a find. He would have enjoyed wandering around the tractor, looking at how it was made, wondering who’d driven it and how it had come to be abandoned.
Now, he stopped in front of the old thing and just stared. “Huh,” he said aloud, and his own voice startled him. He was still unused to the silence of Redbolt.
Circling the corroded piece of metal, he felt the sun on his back.
Yeah, back when he was a boy, he would have enjoyed making a discovery like this.
Turns out, Nick still did.
Chapter Six
P hoebe came across him in the forest.
She’d been looking for wild mushrooms when she spotted Nick kneeling beside her uncle’s old tractor, apparently inspecting something near the rear wheelbase.
So engrossed was he in the inspection of the tractor, he didn’t notice her presence. She took the time to discreetly watch him. He wore dark jeans, those fancy sneakers that weren’t nearly as shiny as when he’d first arrived, and a blue T-shirt with some sort of logo printed across the front. The short sleeves showed off his sinewy arms, and Phoebe took a moment to drink in the sight of him. His arms were long, lean, and tan as he brushed a bit of rust off the metal. He wasn’t as pale as he’d been that first day he’d arrived.
Funny. One would think that, being from sunny Southern California, Nick would have arrived looking more like a sun god than a vampire. Well, Phoebe thought, it made sense. He probably worked late hours, partied after that, and slept his days away.
It had
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