“This isn’t like you,” Rachelle continued. “It sounds more like something I would do. But you know what…I wouldn’t. I might become infatuated too fast and run off with guys, but I don’t pull stunts like this. No matter what guys come along, this is the most important thing.” When she said “this” she gestured back and forth between the two of them. “How could you do this to me? Oh my God, and Dad! I have to call Dad.”
Yes, she became infatuated with a guy and forgot to call. Yes, she was insensitive. Yes, she majorly screwed up. But there were also vampires staked out around the house ready to strike as soon as she walked out the door. She had been brutally attacked and would be dead if she had still been full human. Eliza’s eyes burned with tears, while Rachelle seemed to grow colder. She kept shifting away from Eliza more and more, and the look of hurt and disgust on her face was painful.
“I love you, Rachelle. This is the most important thing. You and Dad. It’s just…complicated. And weird. I don’t even know how to explain. I really want to tell you everything.”
Rachelle stood up and threw her hands in the air. The gesture reminded Eliza of their mother even though she hadn’t seen her in a long time. Eliza had vague memories of her mother throwing her hands up like that when the girls were being bad.
“I still don’t get it, Eliza. If you want to tell me everything, then tell me everything! That’s what sisters do. Honestly, I would love to hear something that makes this whole stupid thing make sense. Please explain it to me.”
Eliza rubbed the tears off her cheek and swallowed. How was her face so wet but her throat so dry? “Okay,” Eliza said. “I’ll tell you.”
Rachelle’s green eyes looked like they were about to shoot flames as she waited for Eliza to continue.
“There is no good way to explain this…so I’ll just start talking. After the accident, I changed. My senses became heightened, and I can heal faster. I can also see things that other people can’t. There is this whole other world right on top of our own. They call it the Gate World. The empty fields by the side of the highway are actually filled with houses and people. You just can’t see them.” Wow. This explanation was not sounding very sane. “The only way to gain access to the Gate World is to taste vampire blood. I don’t know when or how that happened, but it must have, because I was infected. I’m not a vampire…it’s called being a half-dead. It means I’m infected with vampirism but I didn’t become a full vampire because I never actually died. Levi is a full vampire.”
Eliza probably should have stopped talking several sentences ago, or she should have kept her mouth shut all together. Rachelle’s eyebrows were raised, but her expression was hard to read. Finally, her face crumpled into sobs again.
“Oh sweetie,” Rachelle said, and she wrapped her arms around Eliza again. The acceptance of her sister was a huge relief…but Eliza sensed that there was a catch coming. “It’s going to be okay. I don’t know what’s wrong, but we’ll get you fixed up. Let’s just go back to the hospital…or maybe I should call an ambulance. If you’re bleeding in the brain, this is probably more of an emergency.” The last few sentences sounded more like her trying to work out her plan with herself, and not directed at Eliza. But Eliza didn’t like the sound of any of it.
“I’m not going back to the hospital,” Eliza said, standing again. Being in a hospital is bad enough for a human, but it’s worse when you have heightened senses. She had to hear every single heartbeat in the wing—including the heartbeats that struggled and then stopped. She had to smell every smell wafting through the halls. And with her unusually low heart rate and body temperature, they would never release her. They wouldn’t know what was wrong with her, but they’d keep her there all the same, waiting forever for her to regain life that she had lost. At least, she assumed it was gone for good. She really didn’t know how this whole thing worked.
Perhaps the desperation and fear triggered the sudden vampire instincts, but she suddenly became very aware of Rachelle’s blood. Yes, she could get her life back. She just had to take it. A life very much like her own thrummed through the body right in front of her. Her mouth watered and she could almost taste the blood on her lips. However, in her vampire senses, it wasn’t the nasty, metallic taste of blood. Now blood seemed like it would taste like warm honey. Eliza licked her teeth unconsciously. No fangs anyway.
Rachelle had her phone now.
“Don’t call 9-1-1,” Eliza said.
“I’m calling Dad,” she said. “I just hope you don’t need any more of our blood. Dad would be happy to give all of his to you, and he’s too old for that. For a second, I thought I might lose him too, he was so weak.”
“Blood?” Eliza asked. Her ears had perked up at the word, like a dog who heard the word “bacon.”
“Dad,” Rachelle said, ignoring Eliza. “She’s here…I know…but before you get too excited, you need to know that I’m taking her back to the hospital…meet me there…yes, the same one.”
“Did I get a blood transfusion?” Eliza asked.
Rachelle took Eliza’s hand again. “Come on,” she said sweetly, ignoring her again. Eliza felt like she was being treated like she was a one hundred year old woman who might fall and break a hip or wander away from home any moment. Of course, given her recent behavior, that seemed like a reasonable concern.
“Blood,” Eliza said again. “I got blood?”
“Yes, of course. You were in a serious accident, Lizzie. You lost a lot of blood. I’m not sure how many pints you got, but both Dad and I donated.”
“Did I get blood from anyone else?”
“Yeah, I mean, the blood bank stuff.”
“That’s it,” Eliza said. “That explains it. There must have been some vampire blood mixed in.”
“Okay, honey,” she said patronizingly. Rachelle pulled on her arm a bit harder now.
Eliza knew she wasn’t going to be able to talk her way out of this. The truth certainly hadn’t worked, and she should have never expected it to. Eliza racked her brain, but couldn’t formulate any lie good enough to explain everything that had happened. The only good lie was the one Rachelle already believed—that Eliza had brain damage.
Rachelle tugged on her arm again and Eliza felt cornered. Without even thinking, she sunk her nails into Rachelle’s forearm in defense. It was far too easy to draw blood. Her modest little nails quickly sliced into the skin as if maiming someone was as easy and natural as scratching and itch. Rachelle screamed and Eliza screamed too, horrified at what she had done.
Even as she hated herself, she couldn’t take her eyes off the sweet, bright red blood dripping down her sister’s arm. It reminded her of a shiny candle apple at the carnival. Ripe and decadent.
It was so hard to resist sinking in for a long, deep drink that Eliza felt dizzy. I don’t need it. I don’t need it. I can live without it. According to what Levi had told her, this was true. Her vampire tendencies might lead her to crave blood, but since she’s not a full vampire, she doesn’t need blood to sustain herself. She can still survive on human food. Of course, she could also survive on nothing but bread and water, but she didn’t want to. She wanted that red candy apple.
Eliza could only focus on one thing, getting her mouth as far away from her sister’s arm as she could. She held her breath so she couldn’t smell the delicious nectar and ran for the door. With her extra burst of vampire speed, she was out the door and down the steps before she had realized what happened.
Chapter Three
Eliza thought she could still hear Rachelle’s heart beating as she ran down the apartment complex steps. And she could still smell the blood. The smell had seeped into her nostrils and wouldn’t leave. She took a deep breath of refinery-scented air. Her face burned and she could feel her blood coursing through her body.
She was grateful to see Levi still leaning against her car, waiting for her. Contrary to what she had assumed about vampires, he was perfectly comfortable in the sunlight. The light seemed to make him seem
more alive. His pale skin glowed and she wondered if vampires could get sunburn.
Her desire for blood turned into a desire for Levi. How did he have this hold on her? She had just attacked her sister and all she could think about was unbuckling his belt and running her fingers along his abdomen.
Eliza knew that the intensity of her feelings was not all about him. Levi was breathtaking and so kind…especially for a monster. But these feelings were more about her. The vampire blood had changed the way she perceived the world. She felt everything more intensely. Which meant sex had gone from nice to mind-blowing. Every time he touched her, all of her nerves fired with pleasure. The blood in her body rushed into all of her delicate areas. He could barely breathe on her and her nipples would harden and she’d feel that warmth between her legs.
Momentarily distracted from her distress, she leaned her body against his, enjoying the feeling of his body against her breasts and abdomen. She kissed him like they’d been apart for thirty years, not thirty minutes—a deliberate lingering kiss where she made a point to savor every cell of his lips and tongue.
After she pulled away, he sighed deeply and leaned in toward her like she was magnetic. She knew that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him, which made her all the more aroused.
“You’re back awfully quickly,” he said.
The memory of what had happened rushed back into her punch-drunk brain. The guilt and shame choked her. She almost didn’t want to tell him. She didn’t want to tell anyone.
“Can you take me back?” she asked.
“I thought you wanted to get some clothes and toiletries.”
“I can buy new clothes and toiletries.”
Levi pursed his lips in concern, but didn’t press the issue. He opened the door of her own rental car for her and Eliza climbed back in. She thought she could still smell her sister’s blood, and then she realized that it wasn’t in her imagination. She had a burnt orange streak of blood on the inside of her forearm and the dirt under her nails wasn’t dirt, but her sister’s blood. She gasped when she saw the evidence of her crimes and wanted to run out of the car. She would go jump in the pool, find a hose, anything to get that blood off her as soon as possible.
However, it was too late, Levi stared at her arms, his face even colder than usual.
“What happened?” he asked tonelessly.
She didn’t like his shift in tone. He went from warm to cold so quickly. She already felt terrible about what she did and she didn’t think she could handle his judgment too. Since she had met him, he had been looking upon her with admiration, almost with awe, and now he looked at her with fear and disgust. She couldn’t handle it.
“I…I got upset. She wanted to take me back to the hospital. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t mean to hurt her.”
“Did you drink from her?”
“No! No. I wanted to…but I didn’t. I didn’t mean to attack her at all. It just happened.”
Levi stared at the steering wheel, his mouth in a hard line.
“I’m sorry,” she said, although she didn’t know why she was apologizing to him. He’s not the one she attacked. But she would say anything to get him to give her that warm, loving smile again.
He swallowed and looked nauseous. Dear God…she disgusted him so much she was going to make him vomit. She wanted to run. To hide.
“Do we need to call an ambulance for her?” he asked.
“No…I don’t think so. I cut into her arm with my nails. She might need stitches…I’m not sure.”
He nodded. “That’s good.”
“It’s not good. She’ll never speak to me again. And why should she? I attacked her. And of course she didn’t believe me about the Gate World and vampires. I barely believe me.”
“You told her about the Gate World?”
“Yes.”
“You’re really not supposed to do that.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter because she didn’t believe me for a second. You know, I was thinking. What if I just gave her a taste of vampire blood? Would my blood work? Or do I need some of yours? I could just put a drop in her morning coffee.”
Levi grabbed her wrist.
“Don’t do that,” Eliza said. “I don’t appreciate being grabbed.”
“I’m sorry. Even with practice, I can misjudge my strength…but you need to stop saying these things. I know you don’t realize what you’re saying. But vampires have laws, just like humans. But we don’t always get the benefit of judge and jury. The Queen’s word is law.”
“Queen?”
He nodded. “Vampires are supposed to hunt and move through the human world with as little notice as possible.”
“How can you do that if you’re biting people all the time?”
“We do have some powers of modifying memory, although it’s not as dramatic as what you see in the movies. It’s more like hypnosis. Not everyone is susceptible. Most vampires select a few easy targets to visit frequently. Even if we do fail to modify memory, it’s amazing what you can get away with if you’re supposed to be imaginary. Even if people do claim to have been attacked by a vampire, no one believes them. Even more likely, the person doesn’t say anything for fear of sounding crazy. Some repress the memory or just convince themselves it was a dream.”
“Well, you’re right. Rachelle certainly didn’t believe me.”
“We’re also only allowed to hunt once a month, which is enough to sustain us. We’re not allowed to share our blood, kill humans, or make humans into vampires. Creating half-deads is especially forbidden. Vampires don’t like the idea of humans being able to enter our world as they please.”
“But you’re allowed to come into ours and treat us like an all-you-can-eat buffet.”
“I know it’s not fair. But to be precise, it’s far from an all-you-can-eat buffet. Like I said before, we have strict portion control.”
“I got a blood transfusion after the accident. I think that’s how I got the vampire blood.”
“Vampires don’t exactly go around donating to blood banks. It’s forbidden, and unlike feeding requirements, vampires aren’t tempted to break that law. The last thing we want is lots of half-deads running around. The more humans can see us, the harder it is for us to hunt.”
“Can I just go back with you? I want to take a shower.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Her stomach lurched in a completely different way now. His rejection was physically painful. It felt like she’d been kicked in the gut.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I’ve already put you in enough danger. Now that you’ve attacked your sister, it looks like you really are a half-dead. And as such, you have no business being anywhere near the Queen. She already knows you exist, so it might be too late.”
“Maybe we can go to a hotel?” Eliza suggested. She didn’t like the sound of her voice. She sounded meek. Pathetic. Desperate. That wasn’t her.
“Is there somewhere else you can go? Perhaps your father’s house.”
“I don’t understand what’s happening right now,” she said, although she did understand, she just couldn’t accept it. She was being dumped. This was the classic bang and drop routine. It had seemed like he had really cared for her, but he was probably really good at the game. After all, he had been playing wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am for three hundred years. He knew how to say the right things and look the right looks to get a woman to give it up quick.
“I’m so sorry, Eliza. I want to take you back home with me, I really do.”
“It’s fine. You can save it. I’ll drop you back off at your house and then I’ll leave you alone. I can take a hint.”
“I don’t think you understand.”
Eliza turned off the music. Ida Cox’s Wild Women Don’t Have The Blues was playing and she didn’t want to think of this moment every time she heard that song.
“To be honest, I don’t really feel like driving
all the way back to your house with you right now. Can you find another way home? Can’t you fly or run or something?”
“Eliza, I just don’t want you to be hurt because of me.”
Too late.
Eliza held her breath to keep herself from crying. She absolutely would not cry over a man she had only met a few days ago—especially not in front of him. She was a grown woman not a pre-teen.
“I’m only doing this…”
“For my own good?” she interrupted. “Oh, I get it. It’s fine.” It probably would be good for her anyway. He had turned her into a mush head who could only think about sex, and who ignored her family. Right now she needed to recover from her accident…and vampire attacks, figure out what was going on with her body, and reconcile with her sister. She had no business having her legs wrapped around a stranger for every waking second.
She wished she could get her body and her heart to believe what was already so clear to her mind.
“There is a bus stop down the street. I don’t mind at least dropping you off there.”
“It’s okay. I can find my own way home.” He opened the door of the car and stepped one foot out. He looked back like he wanted to say something. His head seemed to have gained in weight, or he just couldn’t look her in the eye. “We’ll see each other again soon,” he said. “I’ll text you.”
She wanted to punch him in the mouth. He knew perfectly well that he planned to do no such thing. Why couldn’t guys just tell the truth? Thanks for the fuck. It was great. But that’s enough for me. Have a nice life.
Eliza stepped out and moved over to the driver’s side and glared at him as he got out and she stepped in. She made a point not to look back as she drove away.
Chapter Four
No matter how many times she said to herself that a one-night stand (or in this case three night stand) wasn’t worth crying over, she began to cry as soon as she pulled out of her apartment complex. Surprisingly, it felt good to cry. With her heightened senses, she had been so full of energy and emotions. Many of them had been pleasant, and she had found a great way to release that energy with Levi.
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