Never Bite a Boy on the First Date Page 3
“I did it…for you,” he said in this whispery, trying-to-be-heroic voice.
“You are the world’s biggest idiot. What if I hadn’t been home? What if I’d been in the shower? You might have been dead before I even knew what you’d done. Which would have served you right, numbskull.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to stop me,” he said, sounding irritated and a little less whispery. “And don’t call me an idiot.”
The scent of all the fresh blood was making me dizzy. “We should wrap you up,” I said, “and get you to a hospital.” I grabbed a towel and knelt next to the tub.
“It’s too late for that,” he said, back to his dying voice. He practically pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “I’m dying, Kira. You have to change me…to save me.”
“I should have left you in that closet on the first day,” I snapped. I took his nearest wrist and started to wrap the towel around the wounds. The blood soaked through the white cloth instantly, spreading like red fireworks.
Zach lifted his wrist toward my face, and the towel fell off with a splat. “Drink,” he said. “It’s all right. I want you to. Then we can be together…forever.”
There was nothing else I could do. The smell of all that blood was too much for my willpower. I was sure I’d never get him to the hospital in time. He was going to die, and it would be my fault.
I sank my fangs into the bloody gouges on his arms.
Yeah, it was amazing. It was the last amazing moment I had with Zach. I don’t want to describe it, because remembering it now makes me feel all creepy, but it was mind-blowing. I can see how some vampires become addicted to drinking from the living. Olympia had warned me about that, too.
After Zach was fully dead, I left his body there and went home to tell Olympia what had happened. She laughed and laughed and laughed until she literally fell out of her coffin. Which, incidentally, was not quite the reaction I was expecting.
“Well, we’re in love,” I said, offended. “I’m sure it’ll turn out fine. Like Bert and Crystal.”
“Oh, dear,” Olympia said, wiping tears from her eyes. “Now perhaps you’ll see why listening to seven hundred years of experience is a good idea.”
Yeah. About a month later, in a rental car somewhere in the middle of Kansas, while we were moving around every night to hide our trail, Zach tried to get to second base with me and I threw him out of the sun roof. We had to drive half a mile back to find him. He sulked all the way to Montana.
That was the end of that relationship.
Chapter 4
Tragically, I am now stuck with Zach until he decides to go off and start his own vampire family somewhere, which requires a level of maturity I’m fairly sure he won’t be able to muster anytime in the next five hundred years.
On the plus side, our cover story in this new town was that we were supposed to be brother and sister, so he couldn’t hit on me in public anymore. That didn’t stop him from trying sometimes when we were at home—hence the long midnight walks to avoid him. He kept staring soulfully into my eyes and saying things like, “You want to be with me, Kira,” or “We are meant for each other,” which would maybe have more impact if his idea of “soulful” didn’t involve enormous, googly eyeballs. The good news is, I’m still a lot stronger than him, as apparently that is a skill I am extra-blessed with. Zach? Not so much. Olympia has asked me to stop throwing him out windows, though. They’re expensive to replace and the noise might disturb the neighbors.
That whole saga is why they immediately blamed me for this new vampire attack. As if I hadn’t learned my lesson! I was pretty sure I’d never date again, just in case I accidentally landed another obsessive lunatic. If you asked me, I was the vampire least likely to bite another high school football player.
But Wilhelm was convinced that after biting Zach, I’d become addicted.
“I knew this would happen!” he huffed, wagging his finger in the air. “I knew it was foolish to turn a child of this horrifying century! She’s a degenerate menace! We should lock her in a coffin and feed her through a tube until she is old enough to be trusted!”
I glanced at Olympia. “You guys don’t really do that, do you?”
“Not unless it’s necessary,” Olympia said, which didn’t reassure me very much.
We were in the den, which is Wilhelm’s favorite room after the basement, where he sleeps. Olympia deliberately chose a house with very few windows—they’re hard to find, but cheap, because nobody else wants them. The den had only one small window. Like all the others in the house, it was covered with dark blinds and heavy velvet curtains.
On the table next to Wilhelm’s Barcalounger was the only light in the room: a tiny lamp with a pale red shade. Olympia had convinced Wilhelm to give up his dripping, Gothic candles after he set the last Barcalounger on fire. This new chair was covered in a prickly red-and-black plaid. The colors matched the dark red Oriental rug and the sleek, black metal coffee table, but stylistically the room was a bit of a mishmash.
My vampire parents are not exactly the world’s greatest interior decorators. It’s like they’ve latched onto a couple of trendy things from each century and haven’t noticed that the world has moved on. This is unfortunately true of their clothes, too. We’re not even going to discuss the tragedy of a medieval vampire in a pale blue leisure suit. I make Olympia run her outfits by me every morning before I let her drive me to school.
“She is running wild!” Wilhelm bellowed now, talking about me again. “She will bring the vampire hunters right to us!”
“This isn’t the Dark Ages, Pops,” I said. I love the way Wilhelm’s hair stands on end when I call him that. “There aren’t mobs of ignorant villagers outside with pitchforks and torches. Nobody even believes you guys exist. Us guys, I mean.”
“That is precisely the kind of thinking that will get us all staked!” he shouted. “These new vampires think they can bite anyone they like! They don’t remember how the hunters watch for any signs of us! Careless, reckless, selfish—”
“But I didn’t do it!” I yelled over the end of his sentence. “Call me what you like, but I DIDN’T BITE HIM!”
Wilhelm glared at me with beady, bloodshot eyes. He wasn’t bitten until fairly late in life, so he’s kind of grizzled and gray for a vampire. Plus he’s had the same moustache since the 800s—long and droopy and fluffy. Apparently it keeps going in and out of fashion, so he sees no need to shave it. Personally I think it’s really distracting to talk to someone who looks like he has giant, fuzzy caterpillars crawling out of his nose.
“It might be true,” Olympia interjected. “We can’t be sure she did it.”
“We can’t be sure she didn’t,” Wilhelm snarled. “We should move again, and quickly, before they come to hunt us down.”
“Oh, no,” I said, remembering the long weeks of car travel and switching cities and identities. It was bad enough after my death; after Zach’s it was even worse, because he was there pestering me the whole time and there was no way to get away from him. I was kind of hoping we’d stay here in Massachusetts for a while. “Please don’t make me start junior year all over again.”
“I hardly think relocating is the worst of your problems,” Olympia pointed out.
“There could totally be other vampires here,” I said. “We saw this way suspicious guy at the school, didn’t we, Olympia? And it’s a pretty big town, right? There could be vampires all over the place!”
“Most vampires are not as foolish as you are,” Wilhelm growled.
“Let me find the vampire who killed Tex,” I said. “If I can figure out who did it, will you believe me? Can we stay?”
Olympia and Wilhelm looked at each other for a long moment. Sometimes I think they’re actually talking to each other when this happens, which is fully creepy. Nobody wants parents with telepathy.
Finally Wilhelm snorted, which made his moustache flounce up and down. “I am not happy about this,” he said. “I want that to be clear.
”
“All right, we’ll let you try,” Olympia said to me. “But if you haven’t figured it out in one week, we’re moving again.”
“And then there will be consequences,” Wilhelm warned. I didn’t need telepathy to know he had locked coffins and feeding tubes floating through his head.
“Be careful,” Olympia said. “Not all vampires are as civilized as we are.”
Really? Less civilized than medieval Romanians? I bet.
Finally I escaped upstairs to my room. Zach and I are the only ones who use the upstairs; we don’t quite hate the sun as much as the others do, and it occasionally manages to sneak in through the blinds on the top floor. Our deal is that I get the rooms to the left of the staircase and he gets the rooms to the right. He’s not supposed to come over to my side, although you can imagine how well he obeys that rule.
Bert and Crystal have a room on the first floor. They’ve both been vampires for less than a hundred years, so they still do some human things like sleep in a bed, although their mattress is rock hard. I guess one day they’ll switch over to coffins, like Olympia and Wilhelm, who sleep behind a hidden door in the basement in parallel caskets of ancient stone. Allegedly one day I’ll want to sleep in a coffin, too, but I am highly dubious about that theory. I like my bed to be as fluffy as possible, with about seventeen pillows and a down comforter. Wilhelm thinks this is a sign of my “moral decrepitude” and “debilitating laziness.” I think it’s a sign of I just like sleeping, dude.
In fact, when I got upstairs, that’s exactly what happened—pretty much right away. I mean, I tried to start my investigation. I got as far as Googling Tex Harrison and finding out that he kept a blog on his MySpace page. But it turned out to be all about sports and how awesome the Luna Tigers are and what an awesome quarterback he is and blah blah Patriots and Red Sox, plus a detailed rundown of his daily workout regimen and everything he’s ever eaten. Ever. Can you really blame me for falling asleep?
When I woke up, I was lying across my bed in a mountain of pillows. My vampire instincts told me that it was dark outside. I rolled over and saw Zach standing in my doorway. Really, “lurking” is the most appropriate description.
“Go away,” I said, throwing a pillow at him.
“You forgot to lock your door again,” he said.
“You forgot to not be an ass again,” I said. “Stay on your side of the house.”
“I hear you’re going to solve Tex’s murder,” he said with a smirk. “Looks like it’s going well so far.”
“Um, hello? All the best detectives do their work in the dark,” I said.
“I can think of better things to do in the dark,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
That was my cue to leave.
“Have some blood before you go out!” Olympia called from the kitchen as I stomped past.
“No, thanks!” I called back, grabbing my keys. I slammed the door behind me and started running. I never used to like running, but it turns out it’s a lot more fun when you’re nearly as fast as a car. And it doesn’t make me tired anymore, at least as long as the moon is out. Plus it’s a lot safer to run unnaturally fast at night—not so many people out on the street.
I made it to the high school in about ten minutes. It looked all gloomy and shadowy in the moonlight, the brick and concrete merging into silvery edges. Most of the glass had been swept up, but I could see a few tiny shards they’d missed still shimmering on the steps. I guess the police had been busy, because even the crime scene tape was gone. They probably really wanted school to get back to normal the next day.
They’d done a pretty good job of cleaning up; only the smell of blood still lingered, a whisper of what had happened here, and I’m guessing that only a vampire nose would pick that up. Even the broken window above was covered with a black tarp, one corner flapping a little in the wind.
There’s another cemetery right beside the high school—not the one I usually go to. This one is smaller and older, with tiny crooked gravestones. With that on one side and the football field on the other, the school has a lot of open space around it. Only a couple of houses have a view of the front steps, and that’s across the parking lot. I was guessing nobody could have seen anything, especially that late at night, without vampire sight. It was only eleven o’clock now, and already all the houses were dark. Unhelpful day-dwellers.
I padded across the grass that edged the parking lot, staying close to the shadows just in case. Long trails of purple-gray clouds slid across the moon. A small piece of glass crunched under my sneaker as I climbed the steps. Tex must have landed with a lot of force; I could smell blood spatters on the front door. And blood was the only thing I could smell. The scent of the attacker was completely masked by the overwhelming scent of Tex’s blood.
The door was, of course, locked, which made me wonder how Tex and his killer had gotten inside in the middle of the night in the first place.
Not that it’s hard for a vampire to get into places like this. We have to be invited into private homes, but everything else is wide open to us. For instance, I could have just pulled the door off, but I thought that might be a little suspicious. Probably not an approach Olympia would have approved of.
Instead I climbed the big oak tree that grows beside the school’s front steps. Climbing trees is another thing that’s more fun with vampire strength and speed. I was level with the top floor in about twenty seconds. I wriggled along the length of a branch until I could reach the flapping corner of the tarp. There was just enough space for me to squeeze underneath and flip through the open window. The broken panes of glass were gone. Only a gaping round hole was left in the wall of the school.
My shoes hit the tile floor with a tiny squeak. I was in a long hallway lined with metallic-green junior class lockers. Moonlight slanted through the windows in the classrooms on either side and the matching round window at the far end of the hall, facing the back of the school. Another hallway bisected this one in the middle, making a kind of plus sign. Or a cross, if you want to be all woooooo mystical about it. As it turns out, crosses don’t bother me. They freak Wilhelm out really badly, though, so I think maybe you had to believe in them when you were alive to be bothered by them once you’re a vampire. I would test this theory by throwing a Star of David at Bert, but that would be mean.
Holy water does irritate my skin, and garlic makes me sneeze for about an hour. Neither of them can kill me, though—so much for those theories. I’m afraid it’s a stake through the heart, an axe through the neck, or a whole lot of fire, and that’s it. Not stuff I have to worry about much in my everyday life. Unlife. Whatever.
I circled the spot in the hallway in front of the open window, although I had no idea what I was looking for. Clues? Graffiti scrawled on the wall: “I killed Tex Harrison here”? The floor looked as scuffed and ordinary as it did every day. I crouched and ran my hand across the cold, speckled tiles.
My fingers brushed against something that rolled. I caught it and picked it up.
A small red bead.
Hmmmmm.
Of course, anyone could have dropped that here anytime. Hundreds of kids went through this hall every day. My own locker was right around the corner, in the bisecting hallway.
Still, I slipped the bead into my pocket.
Although I knew it wouldn’t do any good, I inhaled, trying to see if any of the scents here were stronger than the others. As I expected, there was too much of a jumble to pick anything out.
Except…No, I was wrong. There was one unusually sharp scent. It’s hard to describe how vampire noses distinguish what they smell, but if it helps, this one smelled a little like mist and moonlight and jazz and tuxedos and antique books. (I know, I bet that was really helpful.)
As I separated it out from the rest of the muddle, I realized that it was surprisingly strong and getting stronger.
Or…closer.
I whirled around.
I wasn’t alone.
Chapter 5
He was standing in the doorway of a classroom, his hands clasped behind his back. The moonlight dappled the floor behind him, hiding his face in shadow. All I could see was his long, lean outline.
I was pretty sure he was staring at me.
A long moment passed. He didn’t move. I didn’t move. Oh, I thought about moving. I thought about leaping right out that broken window. I figured the fall wouldn’t hurt me too badly, and then I could run all the way home.
But he probably had seen my face already, so it would be a bad idea to do anything vampire-y right now—like, say, survive a three-story fall.
Anyway, I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to. I was way too freaking scared. He just stood there. He had this eerie stillness about him that I’d never seen before. I couldn’t even hear him breathing or fidgeting or anything. The hallway was completely silent. Just me and a sinister figure in the dark.
Kira, you’re a vampire, I told myself. He should be scared of you. What’s he going to do to you? Is it worse than being locked in a coffin and fed through a feeding tube for a hundred years?
But the other half of my brain was merrily reminding me that criminals often return to the scene of the crime, while gory pictures of Tex’s bleeding corpse flashed across my mental movie screen. Tex, who had been killed by a vampire.
My mind started racing again. Do vampires kill other vampires? How would he do it? IS HE HIDING A STAKE BEHIND HIS BACK?
When he finally did move, I nearly leaped out of my skin. All he did was take a tiny step forward, but it startled me enough that I jumped backward, crashed into the lockers behind me, slipped on the floor, and fell over.
So much for the preternatural grace of vampires. I’d love to know when that’s finally going to kick in.
And then, all at once, he was right beside me.
“I’m sorry,” he said, kneeling next to me as I sat up. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”