Reborn

by C. C. Hunter

  “If you liked it, why did you tell him he shouldn’t have done it?”

  “I don’t know … it feels weird. I wonder if he liked kissing Kylie more. I wonder if he just likes me because I remind him of Kylie because I’m a chameleon. But I’m not special like she is.”

  “Why don’t you just ask him?”

  “If I start asking questions, he’ll think I’m jealous.”

  Now, that was something Della could relate to. And it was the exact reason she didn’t ask Steve about his little nurse assistant. “Are you jealous?”

  “No. Maybe. But it’s wrong.”

  Ditto, Della thought. It was wrong of her to be jealous, too. Especially when she had no ties to Steve.

  Jenny pushed her brown hair from her eyes. “I think she’s over him, but is he really over her?”

  “You should talk to him. And Kylie, too. I think she could help you deal with this.”

  Jenny made a face. “It would feel weird.”

  Della rolled over on her belly on the porch, kicked her legs up behind her, and looked at Jenny. “Sometimes you gotta pull your big-girl panties up and just do it.” But when Della considered asking Steve about Jessie, it didn’t seem so easy. She had a feeling she’d be walking around with her panties around her ankles for a while.

  Jenny looked at Della. “What are you doing about you and Chase?”

  Della’s mouth dropped. “What?”

  “He offered blood to spend an hour with you and he looks at you when you aren’t looking. Not as sweet as Steve does, but you can tell he has something for you.”

  “He offered blood just to get people to donate more. And he’s not looking at me like that.”

  “Has he tried to kiss you?” Jenny asked.

  “No.” But Della recalled him telling her she was hot and touching her lips. He’d probably just been trying to annoy her. And it had worked. “I don’t like him like that.”

  “Because you like Steve?”

  “I just don’t like him.” She didn’t want to go into how his scent felt familiar. Didn’t want to admit that she found him … attractive. Or that she’d thought about how his finger had felt against her lips. Nope, she didn’t want to go there, because it didn’t mean anything.

  “I think you’re right to be leery of him.”

  It was how Jenny said it that had Della sitting up. “Why? What do you know?”

  Jenny’s pause told Della the girl knew something.

  “What is it, Jenny? Spill it! Before I have to choke it out of you.” And there went Della’s playing-nice promise.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Please,” Della said.

  Jenny frowned. “If you promise not to tell anyone.”

  “My lips are sealed.”

  “I take walks. I don’t leave the property, but I still have to sneak out because my brother doesn’t think I should go out alone. But I’m not doing anything, I just walk around the woods. To think.”

  “I go out most nights,” Della said. “I’ve never seen you.”

  “You wouldn’t. I turn invisible. I just feel better knowing no one is staring at me. But I saw you once. I was going to show myself, but you were gone too fast.”

  Della pulled one leg up to her chest to fight an unnatural chill. She cut her eyes around, praying she wouldn’t see a duck feather, then focused back on Jenny. “What does this have to do with Chase?”

  “A couple of times I’ve seen him out at night, too. It’s always late. And one time I heard him talking to someone. A person who was on the other side of the gate. They were talking really low. I don’t know why, but it just felt … secretive.”

  Della remembered seeing Chan outside the gate last night. Could Chan know Chase? Was that where she’d met Chase before? Why Della remembered his scent? “Was the guy he was speaking to Asian?” Della asked.

  “I never really saw him. Chase was in front of him.”

  Della tried to wrap her head around this. “Was this last night?”

  “No. Tuesday night.”

  So it wasn’t the same night, but wasn’t it too big of a coincidence not to be connected? Della’s mind raced. What in the world would Chase have to do with Chan? And if Chase did know Chan, why wouldn’t he tell Della?

  “Wait,” Della said. “You couldn’t see him, but you heard them. What were Chase and this guy talking about?”

  “I don’t know, I forced myself not to listen. That would have been eavesdropping, and Burnett has warned me, several times, that it would be wrong for me to use my invisibility powers for that. So I left. But as I was walking away, Chase kept looking around as if he was afraid someone would see him. I think he was doing something he shouldn’t. He acted as if he was afraid he’d get caught.”

  After school Della lay in her bed, fighting a mild headache and feeling as if she was getting nowhere fast on any of her quests. She was coming up empty-handed on her search for her uncle. She still didn’t have a clue who had knocked her out. Burnett still hadn’t agreed to let her work the murder case. Her cousin was still unreachable, and now she had the mystery about Chase and his visitor to figure out.

  Not that she’d confronted the panty perv.

  Yet.

  She wanted to talk to Chan first. The next time she accused Chase of something, she didn’t want him to have an easy out. She wanted proof. If only Chan would call her back.

  Her frustration over Chase turned on a dime to frustration over her cousin. Or maybe not just frustration, but concern. If Chan was already entrenched in a gang, they might not let him return calls. She’d heard that some gangs forced you to give up everyone from your old life. Was that what was happening with Chan? She hoped like hell he hadn’t completely gone rogue. Rogues did bad things. A lot of rogue gangs fed off humans. Could Chan do that?

  Closing her eyes, she recalled Chan helping her through the toughest part of the change. The only time he’d left her side was when her mom or someone would come in. Or when they took her to the hospital. And even then he’d come to the hospital to check on her. He could have just abandoned her. Left her. Let her fend for herself. She could have ended up killing someone. Supposedly a lot of fresh turns did.

  But Chan hadn’t left her. He wasn’t bad. He might join a gang, but surely it wasn’t one that condoned killing humans.

  Once again she regretted not calling him back. Regretted not trying harder to be a bigger part of his life. God, not only was she a bitch, she was a bad cousin.

  But not so bad that she believed Chan could kill innocent people. The image of the dead girl popped in her head again. She pushed it out of her head, and went back to her cousin.

  “Call me, Chan, please,” she muttered, as if he might magically hear her.

  Her phone rang. Della popped up and snagged the phone, and stared at the number. Again, not Chan. But it was her mom.

  “Hey mom,” Della said, trying to sound cheery.

  “I spoke with Ms. Galen. I think it’s okay you go, but … don’t mention it to your dad.”

  Why? Della wanted to ask, but then she knew: Her father would have objected. Just on the principle of not making Della happy, because he probably still thought she was stealing from him.

  “Thanks,” Della said, and then, because the conversation felt awkward, she asked, “How was your day?”

  “Fine.”

  All of a sudden Della’s curiosity got the best of her. “Mom, can I ask you something?”

  “I guess,” her mom said.

  “Why doesn’t Dad ever talk about his past? His childhood?” His dead brother and missing sister?

  “That’s a strange question,” her mom said.

  “I know,” Della admitted. “But it’s just odd that he doesn’t talk about his life like you do. You talk about being in high school.” Feeling brave, she added, “And you even talk about your brother who died of cancer. But Dad says nothing about … anything.”

  “He … he didn’t have an easy childhood,” her mom said, bu
t Della could hear in her mom’s voice that she felt she was betraying her father by even saying that much.

  “What made it so hard?” Della asked. Voices sounded in the background of her mom’s line. Her dad’s voice. “Gotta go.” The line died.

  The lonely sound echoed in Della’s chest.

  Well, that little conversation didn’t get her anywhere. Except more depressed. How sad was it that her mom didn’t want her dad to know she was talking to her.

  Not wanting to just wallow in self-pity, she decided it was time to face Burnett about going to Kylie’s. Hopefully that would go smooth.

  Why did Della ever expect anything to go smooth?

  “Why can’t I go?” she insisted. “Even my mom said I could.” Della looked first to Holiday and then Burnett.

  Holiday took a step back as if wanting to stay out of the discussion. But how could she when Burnett was being completely unreasonable? He hadn’t let her finish asking when he’d given the idea a thumbs-down. “Have you forgotten that there’s a chance you could still be the target of a murderer?”

  “How can you say that? If the guy had wanted to kill me he could have done it. I was unconscious for God’s sake. How hard would it have been to finish me off?” She ran a finger across her neck.

  Burnett’s eyes grew a tad brighter with aggravation. “It’s just like Holiday said, the death angels could have scared him off.”

  “Scared him off, my ass. I still suspect the death angels are the ones who hit me. And frankly, I don’t think you even believe it was the murderer or you’d be all up in arms about it.”

  Burnett’s expression told Della she’d hit the nail on the head with that remark. “I didn’t say I believed it, I said there was a chance.”

  “And there’s a chance an asteroid is going to hit the earth and kill us all tomorrow!”

  “I’m responsible for your safety,” he seethed. “And I can’t look out for you when you’re not on camp grounds.”

  “But I’m not going alone. Miranda and Kylie will be there, and I don’t know if you forgot but Kylie just happens to be a protector and could probably kick an asteroid’s ass if it tried to land on me.”

  When the expression of stern disapproval didn’t waver on Burnett’s expression, she took off the kid gloves and told him what she really thought. It was an old argument, but the best one she had. “I know what this is about. It’s because we’re girls, right? If it was Lucas and Derek and Perry wanting to go somewhere, you wouldn’t have questioned it. You are nothing but a male chauvinist pig. Oh, and that’s why you don’t want me working with this case, isn’t it? I’m a girl.”

  “That’s not it!” Burnett snapped back and looked at Holiday as if pleading for her to intervene, but once again, his wife didn’t say a word.

  Which meant she still agreed with Della. And that upped the fire in Della’s belly.

  “So you are going to let me work on the case?” she asked, deciding she’d already pissed him off, she might as well go for gold.

  “We haven’t moved forward on the case yet.”

  “You didn’t answer my question,” she pointed out.

  Apparently, the big bad vampire didn’t like being put on the spot. He growled. “You are an unreasonable stubborn little vamp and you need to learn to respect authority.”

  “I will respect the authority, when the authority respects me! And that includes my breasts!”

  Burnett looked again at Holiday. “Can’t you do something with her?”

  Holiday shrugged. “I think you both have good points.”

  Now Burnett looked mad at Holiday. “She’s not being reasonable.”

  “I think she just accused you of the same thing,” Holiday said.

  Yup, the warm and cozy, almost hug-worthy emotional place Della and Burnett had found the other night was nothing more than a memory. They were back to butting heads.

  Della continued, because Burnett wasn’t the only one with hard head. “If you can tell me without your heart jumping beats that if it was Lucas, or Chase, asking for a weekend away you’d tell them no, I’ll shut up.”

  He couldn’t tell her that. He didn’t even try lying. So she didn’t shut up. And after several more minutes of ranting and a few touches of Holiday’s hand, the obstinate vampire agreed to let her go to Kylie’s.

  She was walking back to her cabin when she realized he’d never agreed to let her work the case. The temptation to go back bit, but her gut said she should fight that battle another day.

  What mattered was that come Saturday, Della would be making a trip to the funeral home that had helped fake both her uncle’s and Chan’s deaths. And while she was out and about, she hoped to possibly get a lead on the Crimson Blood. If the funeral-home director worked with vampires to plan fake deaths, he might know something about the local gangs. Hell, maybe the old man had kept in touch with Chan.

  But if she found out where the Crimson Bloods were located, she didn’t know if she could find a way to get there. She recalled Holiday’s “no risks” rule.

  Della exhaled. She’d just wait and see what she got from the funeral home, and then she’d make the decision if it was too risky.

  But feeling rather productive after winning the argument with Burnett, she decided not to stop just yet. Instead she went to find Derek and see if he’d found anything else out about her aunt and uncle. She’d given him the school name, earlier, and he’d said he was back online.

  Answers, Della thought. It would really feel good to at least learn something. Something that at least told her that her uncle and aunt were really alive.

  Zilch. Nothing. That’s what she got from Derek. Well, almost nothing. He’d found an old classmate from Klein High who was considering selling his yearbook. Della had gladly agreed to hand over her fifty dollars of allowance to pay for the damn thing. Derek went online right then to tell the guy they had the money, but then the guy started wavering. Maybe he wanted to sell it, or maybe he didn’t.

  Frankly, Della wasn’t certain why the damn book was so important. She already had a picture of her uncle, but Derek explained that a yearbook could give them names of who he’d hung out with, his interests outside of the school, and that might offer them more leads. Della didn’t want more leads, she wanted answers.

  Chan would have answers. Now back in her cabin, and in bed, she looked at her phone resting on her bedside table and willed it to ring.

  When it rang, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

  Heart thumping, she grabbed the phone, thinking it could be Chan, and looked at the number.

  Not Chan.

  Steve. She’d spoken with him last night and barely managed to get off the phone without pummeling him with questions about big-smile-big-boobs Jessie. The last thing she wanted to do was come off like a jealous girlfriend.

  She stared at the ringing phone. And gave in.

  “Hey,” she said.

  “Hi, I thought you weren’t going to answer.”

  “Sorry, I was caught up in … something.” The decision to take or not to take your call.

  “Is everything okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah, fine. How are things with you?” You having fun with Jessie?

  “Missing you,” he said. “I wake up at night and you’re all I can think about.”

  But not during the day when you have Jessie around, huh? She bit her lip to keep from saying her thoughts out loud. “I’m sorry,” she said instead.

  “Why? I like thinking about you.”

  She closed her eyes. “It’s unhealthy. Not sleeping like that.” She hadn’t been sleeping too well herself.

  He paused. “You don’t think about me sometimes? About how it feels when we kiss. How it feels when we almost—”

  “Sometimes,” she admitted abruptly, not wanting to be reminded of things.

  “What exactly do you think about?”

  “Stop it,” she said.

  “Stop what?” he asked.

  “Stop sounding li
ke you want to have phone sex.”

  He burst out laughing. “I never said anything about phone sex.”

  She smiled. Della liked his laugh—liked knowing she made him laugh. Did Jessie make him laugh? “Well, you sounded like it. Using that deep Southern sexy voice.”

  “Do you think my voice is sexy?”

  “Stop talking about sex,” she snipped.

  “You’re the one who started it.”

  “Well, I’m finishing it, then!”

  “Just one more question,” he pleaded. “And then I’ll shut up.”

  “Okay,” she said, knowing Steve wasn’t easy to persuade. Sometimes the guy came off more vampire than shape-shifter. Not that he really had any vampire in him. He was just stubborn sometimes. As crazy as it sounded, she admired that streak in him.

  “Have you ever had phone sex?”

  “No, I just saw it in a movie.”

  “What kind of movie?” he asked, sounding intrigued.

  “Not the kind you think. It was a romantic comedy. A chick flick.”

  “Hmm,” he said. “How did they do it?”

  “Nope. You said one question,” she reminded him.

  “Okay.” He paused. “Oh, I remembered something you said that you never explained. You said you had something you wanted to talk to Derek about. What’s up with that?”

  She hadn’t told Steve about her weekend discoveries, and part of her didn’t know if she should, but suddenly she wanted to tell him.

  “I … I think I might have an uncle who is a vampire. And maybe even an aunt.”

  “What? How … what makes you think that?”

  She told him about what her sister had said and then taking the picture. And about Derek finding the obituary. And reading about an aunt she didn’t know she had.

  “Damn,” Steve said. “So now what? Are you going to ask Burnett to help you?”

  “No, I don’t want to get them in trouble if they aren’t registered.”

  “But if they aren’t registered, then they could be rogue.”

  “Or they could just be part of the group of vampires who don’t trust the FRU. Just because someone isn’t registered doesn’t mean they’re bad. My cousin Chan isn’t bad. He’s just a nonconformist.”