by P. C. Cast
“I won’t say shit,” Aurox said.
“Right. Check this out.” Gesturing, Jason had Aurox follow him to the wall. He stopped and pointed at the metal barrel. “Bring the keg. It’s too high up to see without it.”
Aurox lifted the metal barrel and took it to Jason at the wall.
“Damn, man, you’re strong. Fucking keg weighs a ton,” Jason said appreciatively, rolling it so that it was positioned against the stone wall. Then, carefully, he stood on it, balancing by finding finger holds in the stones. “Right here. You can see in.” The boy pressed his face against the wall, his eyes disappearing as he peered. “It’s damn dark in there, but sometimes, usually about now, you can see vamps. And it don’t matter how cold it is—they don’t wear much. I’ve seen some serious vampyre leg and tit.” He hopped down. “Check it out.”
Feeling surreal, Aurox followed Jason’s lead. He balanced easily on the metal barrel and there, at eye level, was a fist-sized hole in the school’s wall. Through it Aurox could see the sidewalk that stretched between the girls’ and boys’ dormitories. As he watched, two female fledglings came into view. Their voices carried to him, but the words were lost in the night. He could see them, though he didn’t recognize the two girls. With a little jolt of surprise he realized they were wearing skirts that showed their legs and little tops that stretched tightly over their breasts.
Aurox got off the barrel and faced the two boys.
“Did you see any of them?” Zack asked, eyes bright with excitement.
“No,” Aurox said.
“Well, shit. There’s been all sorts of action going on in there tonight, but we haven’t hardly been able to see nothing,” Jason said. “So, want a beer? We got another cup.”
Not sure what else to do, Aurox nodded.
“I’m Jason, and this is my cousin Zack,” Jason said, opening a spout on the keg, and then handing him the full cup.
“To hot chicks!” Zack said, as he and Jason lifted their cups. Both boys looked at him expectantly.
“Yes!” Aurox tried to sound normal and enthusiastic. When the two boys upended their cups and gulped down the liquid, he followed suit and took a long drink from the plastic cup. The beer was cold and a little bitter, but he liked it. He liked it a lot.
“Drink up,” Jason said. “We have a shitload of beer. The other guys who were supposed to meet us here turned out to be dickless no-shows.”
“Hey, all the more for us!” Zack said.
Aurox drank with them, thinking that there was something very relaxing in just standing there with the two boys, and not having them look at him like he was a freak.
Aurox took another long drink, finishing the cup. He wiped the foam from his mouth with the back of his hand, and then he heard himself blurting, “I’m Heath. Do you guys come here often?”
Jason refilled all of their cups, then the two boys sat on the grass, their backs against the wall. Aurox sat across from them.
“Nah, we just found this place a few nights ago.”
“How?” Aurox asked and drank.
“Well, we was drivin’ by, mindin’ our own business, and Zack says to stop—he sees lights through the wall,” Jason said. “I thought he was crazy.”
“You thought I was drunk,” Zack corrected him.
“You were both, dude,” Jason said, and laughed.
“Yeah, but I was right. When we got out and I gave him a leg up, Jason found the hole.”
“It was easier to see before. They had a bunch of Christmas tree lights strung all over the campus in there. Got a good look at some vampyre pussy. Damn, those girls are hot.”
“Fledglings,” Aurox corrected him automatically.
“What’s that?”
“You probably didn’t see vampyres. You probably saw fledglings.”
“Like I care? I saw leg and tit and it was hot,” Jason said. “So, did you find a hole, too?”
“No,” Aurox said.
“Damn! I was hoping you found somethin’ with more to see,” Jason said.
“Hey, dickhead, you need to be happy with what I found. This is the best look we’ve had at real vampyres,” Zack told his cousin.
“Fledglings,” Aurox corrected again, holding his cup out for another refill.
Jason opened the spout again, refilling his cup, but Zack was watching Aurox carefully.
“How do you know so much about them?” Zack asked.
Jason sat up straighter. “Hey, are you one of their donors? Like, do you let them suck your blood?”
“And fuck you?” Zack added.
“No. No,” Aurox said, shaking his head, noticing that it was feeling strange—woozy—and the ground seemed to be swaying a little under him.
“Look, we won’t say shit to anyone if you tell us how to get that gig,” Zack said.
“Seriously, nobody. Not one person will know,” Jason said.
“I’m not anyone’sss mate,” Aurox said and belched. Then he laughed. His speech was giving him trouble, but he felt good. Really good.
“Dude, why are you laughing?”
“It’s not fucking funny that you’re keeping this shit to yourself.”
Aurox finished the third cup of beer in one long gulp. “I was laughing at the bubbles in my head.”
Zack frowned. “Lightweight. You better not have far to drive to get home.”
“Don’t have to drive,” Aurox said happily.
“Then you do stay here!” Zack said.
Aurox blinked several times, trying hard to focus on the boy. “Sssometimes I do,” he slurred.
“Okay, look, we’re not kidding. We could be into the bloodsucking. They don’t even need to pay us,” Jason said.
“But not with guys. I can’t go there,” Zack said.
“Oh, for sure. Not guys,” Jason agreed. “But chicks, yes. Totally yes.”
“So, what do we have to do?” Zack asked.
Aurox’s head was filled with amazing little bubbles, and his legs felt funny—like they were too heavy. But his mind seemed to be working fine. He knew the boys shouldn’t be out there, and he knew he—for sure—shouldn’t have run into them. But all that came out of his mouth was, “Wwwwait. Thinking.”
Jason sighed and took another swig of beer. “Maybe having his blood sucked so much fucks up his alcohol tolerance level.”
“I don’t give a shit, as long as I get more than my blood sucked,” Zack said.
“I hear ya on that,” Jason said.
They stared at Aurox.
Aurox was considering and rejecting options. While he considered, he held out his cup to be refilled.
“Are you sure? You’re gettin’ pretty wasted,” Jason said.
“Thinking,” Aurox slurred.
Zack shrugged. “Give him more. He said he’s not drivin’.”
Aurox thought about his options while he drank. He could morph part way into the bull creature and scare the two boys away. Or, he could just pick them up and toss them toward the road, and growl. Either way they’d be scared way.
He’d keep their beer, though.
But as he thought about it more Aurox realized scaring the boys was probably a bad idea. The House of Night was already on lockdown. It wouldn’t be good for the school if the boys were scared enough to go to the human authorities.
What Aurox needed was to turn back time and not to have run into them. He’d still like to keep the beer, though. He really liked the beer.
Everything else needed to be wiped away from the night. Gone. Forgotten. Never happened. Except for the beer.
Zack leaned closer to Aurox. “Hey, you okay in there?”
“You want to give us a number to call or whatever? Like we said, we won’t tell nobody.”
That’s when Aurox got the idea. It was a good one, too. It would fix the problem with the boys who had found the hole, and it would show Stark that he wasn’t his enemy—that he actually wanted to be his friend. Plus, he’d get to keep the beer. He grinned at the boys.
“No number. Wait here. I’ll bring ’em to you.”
“Seriously!” Zack said.
“Vampyres?” Jason seemed more skeptical.
“Not females. I’ll bring vampyre-donor-ssspecialist vampyre,” Aurox stumbled over the words.
“Uh, we said we weren’t into guys,” Jason said.
“No, dude, shut up! He’s gonna get the guy who’ll take us to the chicks,” Zack said. “You just can’t walk in and do this shit like it’s nothing. There’s rules that have to be followed. Right, Heath?”
“Yes,” Aurox said. “We will follow the rules.” He stood and held his cup out for another refill. Then he pointed at Zack and at Jason. “You. And you. Stay. I’ll be back with the vampyre and the rules.”
Holding his full cup carefully, Aurox crouched, and then sprang up to land on the top of the twelve foot wall.
“That was awesome!” Jason said.
“No wonder they keep this shit quiet. If everyone knew that you got, like, superpowers from vamp sucking there’d be a line around the fucking school to get in!” Zack said.
“Stay,” Aurox said. Holding the red cup carefully, he dropped down into the school grounds.
He meant to run swiftly to the field house. That was where the entrance to the basement was, and that was where he thought Stark would probably be, helping the red fledglings get settled in. But Aurox’s run was more of a sideways jog. And instead of a swift, stealthy entrance to the field house, the doorknob was turning wrong and when he finally managed to open it, Aurox’s momentum had him stumbling inside, staggering across the sand and into the hallway that led to the door to the basement and somehow bumping up against Kramisha.
“Damn, Aurox! ’Scuse yourself,” she snapped at him.
“I didn’t mean—I couldn’t get the door—well, sorry,” he finally managed. He saw that she, and the group of fledgling behind her, were staring at his beer. He followed their gazes, looking down at an almost full cup. When he looked up it was to grin at her and slur, “I didn’t sssspill any!”
“You’s shitfaced,” Kramisha told him. Then she turned toward the open door to the basement and shouted, “Z! Your boy’s out here makin’ an ass of hisself!”
“Noooo! Not, Zo, I need—” Aurox tried to whisper to her, but Kramisha waved a hand in front of her face, screwed up her nose, and backed away from him.
“Shewww!”
“Kramisha?” Zoey was coming up from the basement. Aurox was relieved to see Stark right behind her.
“That smells nasty.” Kramisha pointed at Aurox. “He been drinkin’. A lot. I ain’t entirely sure what he is, but I’m sure gettin’ shitfaced can’t be good for him.” The other fledglings were still staring at Aurox, and she motioned for them to follow her. “Let’s get settled. And leave Z to her own business.”
Watching them go, Aurox said, “I’m not a that.”
Zoey and Stark walked up to him. Zoey sniffed and looked from his almost full cup to his face. Her big, pretty eyes got bigger, but not really prettier. “Holy crap! You’re drunk!”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Stark
“Drunk?” Aurox said. He looked confused and, well, drunk. “Drunk,” the kid repeated. Then he nodded with exaggerated seriousness. “Yes. Drunk.”
Zoey opened her mouth, no doubt to ask Aurox what the hell was going on, but he ignored her, stepped into Stark’s personal space, and in a gush of beer breath spoke way louder than the whisper he’d been trying for, “Stark, you come with me. You have to pretend to be vampyre-specialist-donor vampyre and make them forget vampyre pussy.”
Zoey made a noise that sounded like she might have been choking. Stark couldn’t look at her. He was too busy trying not to bust out laughing. Aurox was totally wasted! And he’d just said vampyre pussy—out loud. Man, Zoey was gonna shit kittens! The whole thing was awesome.
“Aurox, how many of those have you had?” Stark pointed at the almost full red solo cup.
Aurox squinted at the cup. Stark watched him count on his fingers. “One, two, three, four. This is four, and I didn’t spill it, even though I jumped on and off the wall. Stark, beer is good!”
“My head is going to explode,” Zoey said.
“No! No! No!” Aurox assured her, sloshing beer all around them. “Nothing bad will happen. Stark will make the human boys forget.”
Suddenly, Stark didn’t think Aurox was so funny. “Hang on—what human boys?”
“The ones with the keg who’re looking for vampyre pussy,” Aurox said, totally matter-of-factly.
“What in the hell is going on!” Zoey shouted.
“Jeesh, Zo, take a chill pill,” Aurox said. “Me and Stark can handle it.”
For just that instant Aurox sounded so much like Heath that Stark watched Zoey’s face pale. Her hand went to the Seer Stone around her neck and she fingered it nervously.
“Zoey.” Stark spoke softly, trying to radiate calm to her. “It’s going to be okay. Whatever’s going on, Aurox is right. He and I can handle it.”
Zoey met his gaze and nodded, not saying anything. Stark turned back to Aurox. Damn, it was so fucking weird! The kid looked nothing like Heath. He usually sounded and acted nothing like Heath. And yet here was Heath’s spirit, all bathed in beer, shining through Aurox so brightly it almost blinded them.
“Give me that.” Stark took the beer from Aurox and tossed it onto the sandy floor of the field house. Aurox watched it spill as if Stark had wasted water in the desert. “Now, tell me exactly what’s going on.”
“I drank beer with them. It was good, and they were nice, but they shouldn’t be here. I didn’t want to scare them and make them tell other humans about,” he paused, and did his exaggerated whisper again, “you know, my bull. So, I told them to wait and I came to get you so that you could make them go away and forget.”
“There are human boys here somewhere?” Zoey asked.
Aurox’s face scrunched up as he frowned at her. “Not here. Outside—out there.” He pointed in the general direction of the door to the field house behind them.
“Outside the field house!” she almost yelled.
“Zo, sometimes I think you don’t listen so good,” Aurox said. Still frowning at her, he continued speaking slowly, as if trying to get her to understand a foreign language. “Two boys. Outside the wall. With the keg. And cups. They. Want. Hot. Vampyre. Chicks.”
“Okay, I think I get it.” Stark grabbed Aurox’s arm and started to drag him toward the door and away from Z before she went for his throat, although that would have been funny as hell. “You found two kids, with beer, trying to get over the wall, right?”
“See, you listen better.” Aurox patted him on the back, almost knocking Stark over. “But they’re just looking through the hole for vampyre pussy, not trying to get over the wall.”
“If you say pussy one more time I’m going to smack the crap out of you,” Zoey said, coming after them.
“You can’t come!” Aurox stumbled to a stop. “You have legs and tits!”
“Oh. My. Goddess. I’m going to kill him!”
Stark stepped between the two of them. He faced Zoey. She’d gone from pale to bright red in zero-point-nothing seconds. “Z, I think this is something that a Warrior needs to handle.”
Behind him, Aurox belched, sending a wave of beer air wafting over them.
Zoey narrowed her eyes and pointed at Aurox. “You have never been able to drink!” Then she spun around and stomped back to the basement entrance, slamming the door behind her.
“She seems mad. Should we bring her a beer?” Aurox said.
Stark covered his laugh with a cough. “Ur, no. Z doesn’t like beer.”
“Doesn’t like beer? She should. It would make her head feel bubbly and happy.”
Stark didn’t bother to cover his laugh a second time. “I wish it worked that way with her, but it doesn’t.”
“Because she has legs and tits?”
Stark knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t
stop himself. “I’m not sure. Maybe you should ask her next time you see her.”
Aurox nodded, looking as serious as a drunk could look. “I will.”
“That should be fun. But until then, show me where these humans are, and while we’re going there, start back at the beginning and tell me exactly what happened before and after you were introduced to the red Solo cup.”
Zoey
Aurox was Heath. Annoying, stupid, beer-soaked Heath. Vampyre pussy—who the hell even says something like that? I knew the answer to that ridiculous question: drunk teenage boys.
“Well, they look snug as fleas on an old dog,” Stevie Rae said, cutting into my internal dialogue and pulling my attention, thankfully, away from drunk Aurox/Heath and the fact that neither he nor Stark had returned to the basement yet.
“How long until dawn?” I asked her.
“Little less than an hour,” Rephaim said.
“Hey, is Stark back yet?” Aphrodite asked as she, Darius, and Shaylin joined us.
“No. Not yet,” I said. “But Aurox was pretty messed up. He may be awhile.” Kramisha had told everyone about Aurox being drunk. I’d said that Stark was sobering him up, which I assumed he was doing after he messed with the minds of the kids who had gotten Aurox drunk. But I hadn’t mentioned that part to anyone. They’d had enough stress for one day—hell, for one year—and I hadn’t wanted to freak anyone out for no reason. And Stark was usually right—he could handle almost anything, so I was letting him handle it.
Of course I was going to want to hear every single tiny detail when he got his butt back to me. I also had a few choice words ready for Aurox/Heath, after he sobered up. Moron.
“I gotta agree with Kramisha. Aurox drinkin’ is probably not a good thing,” Stevie Rae was saying.
“Typical boy behavior,” Aphrodite muttered.
“Well, Heath was a drinker. Remember when he showed up drunk at that—” Stevie Rae began, but broke off when Aphrodite elbowed her. “Oh, uh. Right.” Then she very obviously changed the subject. “Hey, y’all did a really good job down here!” She hugged Rephaim and smiled at Darius.
“Yeah,” I chimed in, glad she’d changed the subject. “Everything looks really good—cozy and nice.” Stark, Darius, and Rephaim had done most of the hard work—then Stevie Rae’s red fledglings had quickly and quietly carried sleeping bags and pillows and such down to the basement after the funeral (and while Dallas and his friends had retreated to Goddess only knew where).