Destiny's Dark Fantasy Boxed Set (Eight Book Bundle)

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  My thoughts frequently stray to Clyde, my main corpse...he could be a really righteous commando for an undead team. You never know when you'll need one.

  Onyx is a teen's best friend and (except for Jade) the best addition of last year.

  I'm feeling a little stressed out about my freshman year in high school and how my Affinity for the Dead class will flesh out (hardy-har-har), but if I can survive last year, I can do anything.

  But right now it's late summer and the school year threatens to descend and shatter the fun of it all. How will I get through one day in school without the Js as my tag team? It won't be the same without Jonesy, but it'll be great to have Brett going to derelict KM where his ass belongs. I guess I'll just have to wade through it all like everyone else, me and the gang... minus a J.

  CHAPTER 1

  “Go in, Caleb” Jonesy said, arms crossed across his chest, standing gooseflesh riding his forearms like chicken skin.

  “I will. I'm working up to it.”

  John Terran, Mark “Jonesy” Jones and I were all standing on the dock looking out over the murky waters of Lake Tapps. Mom had given us a ride out to Gramps' who had lived on the lake (since the dawn of time) in a small house with the biggest (illegal as hell) lawn in the entire universe. Jade and the girls were the smart ones, beach towels thrown beneath them, sunning themselves on the lawn.

  Jade looked up, her eyes shadowed by her hand. “Go ahead Caleb, you've been diving in all summer. You can't let Jonesy be the only one.”

  Easy for her to say. None of the girls wanted to be lakesicles.

  Jonesy gave me his best Devious Look and smiled. John's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, I knew that look, he meant business.

  Jade had made her comment and flopped her head back down on the towel, looking every inch the hottie lounging in a patch of sun. Sophie and Tiff lay on either side of her. But my eyes were only for Jade. She wore a bikini that was about the size of the floss I hated using, in a mouthwatering tangerine that shimmered in the afternoon light. Sophie was wearing a turquoise suit that set off her dark skin and light sea-colored eyes while Tiff had exchanged her trademark hoodie for a bikini top and shorts. Huh.

  Jonesy leaned in quietly, “The girls look really dry right now.”

  “Alarmingly,” John concurred.

  “That's what I was thinking,” I said.

  Tiff must've known something was brewing because she had the eagle eye trained on the three of us and sat up, looking alert.

  Too late. We sprinted for the girl posse and Tiff was up and off her towel taking off before Jade and Sophie had barely cleared the terry cloth.

  I grabbed Jade as she was trying to take off from behind, wrapping my arms around her and pinning her to my chest as I lifted her bodily off the lawn. “Caleb!” she squealed, and I lurched down the long dock, with her flailing and squealing where I heaved her off the end into the lake. Jonesy followed, with a bellowing Sophie and then there was John. Where was John? I wondered as Jade bobbed to the surface, sputtering and fuming.

  John was having a helluva time getting Tiff to cooperate. His lankiness and reach drawing her in and her shrieking at the top of her lungs, “Knock it off, Terran or I'll de-jewel you!” giving John pause, as he deftly avoided her fast feet.

  Finally, when Tiff and John were battling it out, he swung her with the arm he had latched onto, and she started to sail off the end of the deck. John had a huge grin on his face until her free arm swung around, using the momentum he had started and she latched on to him and their combined weight took them both over the edge into the icy water.

  Jonesy looked over the edge of the deck at an enraged Sophie and an irritated (and very wet) Jade. “Looks like Terran ended up going first after all.”

  Right.

  I turned around thinking I was going to have to suck it up and heave Jade out of the lake on the dock ladder when Gramps appeared out of nowhere. Cripes, he was kind of a ninja.

  A long cigarette dangled out of his mouth, the ash about two inches long. Just as I thought it'd fall to the ground he flicked it, stuffing it back in his mouth, his eyes narrowing. “I thought Terran was the smart one?”

  “Well...” how to defend this, “he, ah, fell in by accident.”

  “Accidents will happen,” Gramps said, winking. He totally knew.

  He turned around without saying a word and went back to using that dumb push-mower thing on his half-acre of illegal lawn.

  Jonesy looked after Gramps. “He's kinda weird, Caleb.”

  Gramps turned around, his eyes lasering Jonesy.

  He jumped, saying quietly, “He couldn't have heard me.”

  Gramps kept on walking, throwing over his shoulder, “Yes, I did!”

  I laughed; Gramps had it goin' on for an old dude!

  I raced over to the ladder to pull Jade up.

  “No-oh, you get your butt in here Caleb Hart, I'm all used to it now!” She crossed her arms in front of her, feet moving to tread the water. Tiff sat glaring at John who looked like a drenched greyhound, mopish hair plastered over his head and bones sticking out everywhere like tent poles.

  “I'm not asking anyone for help and you...!” Sophie glared at Jonesy. “Your ass is mine!” Sophie said, swimming over to the ladder and heaving herself up, while Jonesy touched a hand to his chest, who me?

  “Come on Jade, I won't dump you in again, I promise.” I gave her my most sincere look.

  She said, “Okay, but help me out.”

  “Okay,” I said, walking over to the ladder, she obviously wasn't as mad as I thought she'd be. I leaned over the top of the two poles that began the rungs and extended my palm, which Jade grabbed then pulled with her body weight...

  ...and in I went.

  The water slammed into my body like an icy slap, taking my breath away. I spun in the water, heading up toward the surface. I was gonna tickle Jade until she peed, that's what I was gonna do. Then the talking started. The fish...

  Images flooded my head: their life in the murky wetness, a sharp hook in their mouth...no escape, no breath, the enveloping waters of their home gone, while a bright orb of heat lay upon their sleekness...drying their flesh as a shadow moved over their still form, a mouth gasping for breath... a sharp pain...and then, nothing...

  I was floating when strong arms encircled my waist and I was towed to the surface where four faces peered down at me.

  “What's going on, Caleb?” Jade asked, her face a pinched mask of worry.

  Tiff looked steadily at me. “Did ya have an undead moment?”

  I nodded.

  “You can let me go now, I'm not gonna take long showers with ya or something.”

  Jonesy pushed me away. “Yeah, well, the next time you look like you're drowning I'll sic our boy Terran on ya!”

  “What was it?” Tiff asked.

  “Fish.”

  “Geez, I'm not sensing them...”

  “I didn't either until Jade pulled me in.” I gave her a narrowed-eyed look. She wasn't sure how to respond to that because suddenly Gramps' face appeared in the sea of teens, his cigarette jammed precariously between his lips. “Taking a bath, Caleb?”

  I blushed, feeling stupid. “No Gramps, Jade pulled me in...”

  He turned that stern face to Jade, smoke escaping the sides of his mouth. “She did, did she? Well good for her!” he said, flicking the ash in the water where it floated away to pollute and contaminate. I could hear Mom's ranting all the way from Kent.

  The Js widened their eyes at the flagrant environmental contamination but said nothing, knowing where that conversation would lead: exactly nowhere.

  “It's time for you to get your dead ass out of there anyway and have some lunch.” Gramps straightened, not seeing his undead pun for a mile, lighting a new cigarette with the old one.

  The girls watched him, fascinated. That an adult would disregard his health so much, unbelievable. But I was used to Gramps, he was just him and that was a good thing.

  The Js
perked up over the mention of a lunch. “What's for lunch, Mr. O’Brien?”

  “Mac, John.”

  “Yeah, okay, Mac.”

  “Same thing as I always fix you guys: hotdogs, and bags of chips and all the pop you can drink.”

  Everyone was grinning, mine the biggest. Mom didn't allow me to have pop because it had the Evil Sugar. But when I went to Gramps, he gave me an IV of the stuff, that was fine by me.

  I heaved myself out of the lake, dripping all over the deck, the dark splatters of water soaking into the wood.

  Sophie huffed past me and the Js, mad for part of the day at least. We trailed after her and Tiff, the pissed girl contingent.

  Jade leaned a head into my shoulder and said as we walked, my arm slung comfortably around her, “You could have just asked me to swim, ya know.” She smiled up at me.

  “You didn't ask me!” I said, my thumb to my chest.

  “Yeah, but it was fair. You had to get wet too!”

  Feisty, I dug it!

  “Way to get Sophie's attention, Jonester.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Maybe just ask her out and get it out of your system,” John said.

  “Yeah.”

  Jade smiled and didn't say anything.

  Smart girl.

  Jonesy scowled, he wasn't quite getting it with the girl thing yet. I went ahead and said it, “Practice makes perfect, Jonesy.”

  “Piss off, Hart.”

  “I'm just sayin'”

  “Yeah, well don't.”

  “Geez, touchy-much!” Jade laughed and Jonesy wasted a scowl on her. Which made her laugh harder.

  Jonesy sighed and stalked off toward the wrap around deck (in real wood). It held Gramps BBQ-er. Another illegal item as he used those old-fashioned briquettes that caused more environmental mayhem.

  Gramps was busy torching the hell out of the hotdogs, taking them off the grill and mashing the whole group onto a huge platter that had a stainless, fork thing stabbed into the unfortunate center dog. Three bags of chips lay open on top of the picnic table that was clipped on all four sides with these metal clamp-things and the pop bottles lined on end, standing at attention on the red and white checkered tablecloth. A huge fishing weight lay on top of the napkins to keep them from blowing away.

  Sophie looked at it curiously, wondering what it was.

  Jonesy breezed in to relieve her of her ignorance. “That's for fishing.”

  “I know that,” she said.

  Oh, well that went well.

  Jonesy scowled again, he couldn't win for losing.

  “Makes a good weight for things.” Gramps stated, squirting water onto the flames to keep them low. God, was that gray water? Geez.

  I thought about the memories dead fish and wasn't sure that I wanted to talk about fishing right now.

  Jonesy gave up trying to get back in Sophie's good graces and dove into the food instead. Piling his plate with four hot dogs and a half bag of the chips he grabbed the first of the pop when Gramps said, “Why don't you let the girls dish up first, eh?” Without even turning.

  Gramps was performing the BBQ dance, swiveling his hips, he danced in front of the circular thing, taming the flames and spearing the dogs. I guess that was a skill.

  “Don't you have to register those now?” John asked Gramps, pointing to the BBQ-er.

  “Yes, you do, no, I did not.”

  Don't ask John, don't ask.

  He asked.

  “Why not?”

  “Well, mainly, it's because they told me I had to.”

  The girls turned to him, interested in what he had to say because Gramps was just that way. Interesting.

  “All these hot-shot government types spewing their lies around and all the sheep in the country thinking that they know everything. Let them come on my property and try to enforce any of those bleeding heart laws, I'll give them all something to think about.”

  Don't ask, don't ask.

  Jonesy asked.

  “Well, I think I'd start with the kneecaps, and eventually work my way up to the...”

  “Gramps?”

  He turned his head to me. “Maybe my friends aren't ready for The Solution yet.”

  “I'm ready,” Jonesy said.

  “Me too.” John echoed.

  Brother.

  Just then, there was a huge clatter as a dilapidated car drove up, had to be Bry.

  He cranked open the door, which squealed in protest. Saved by Bry. I did a mental forehead-wipe.

  “Hey guys,” Bry said moving into range of Gramps.

  “Hello, Mr. Weller.”

  “Hi Mac, how's it goin'?”

  “Fair to middling...”

  Bry raised his eyebrows and I translated old-guy-speak, “Average.”

  “Oh, right, I gotcha.” He said, plopping down next to Tiff and wading right into the food with typical teen boy gusto.

  Tiff gave him The Look. Apparently, she had a special one reserved just for sibling interaction. “Ya gonna be okay?”

  “Yeah,” wolf-slurp-gulp, “just need to fuel up, didn't have anything at work,” he said, his cheek already distended with a half a hotdog.

  Gramps was wiping his hands off on a cloth dishtowel he always kept stuffed in his back pocket. “You kids get enough to eat here?”

  He looked at the girls, who all had one hotdog each, except Sophie, she seemed to actually eat food, with two on her plate.

  The boys nodded, cognizant of food showing if they spoke.

  Then Jade chimed in, “Do you have diet?” She pointed to the pop.

  “No. I don't like that crap in the house. Very suspicious, replacing honest-to-God sugar with that fake stuff.”

  Jade slowly lowered her hand and shrugged, she grabbed a Coke instead. Like she needed diet pop. Brother.

  “And you...” Gramps pointed at Jade, “don't need anything with the word diet associated with it.”

  “Right, ah, but I don't want to get fat,” she stated with her girl-logic.

  “I wouldn't worry about that. How much do you weigh anyhow?”

  Oh my God, I couldn't believe Gramps asked that question! The boys physically paled and John started choking on his hot dog while Jonesy pounded his back to help unstick the lodged morsel.

  Jade sat there for a second, balancing the Dreaded Weight Question with the fact that A) he was an old guy and maybe didn't know he stepped in it and B) that every boy there would then know what she weighed.

  “Probably a buck five, I'd bet,” Bry said.

  I slapped my forehead, I guess he was clueless too, no wonder he didn't have a girlfriend!

  “Actually, I weigh around that.” Jade said as neutrally as possible but Tiff wasn't neutral.

  “You never ask a girl what she weighs. It's just, ugh!”

  “Yeah,” Sophie said.

  Gramps looked perplexed.

  John, who was breathing again thanks to Jonesy's enthusiasm, answered, “All girls think they're fat and asking about weight just points out this issue.” He spread his hands wide as if to say, simple, huh?

  Well, not really.

  “That doesn't make any sense. She's obviously skinnier than a rail, look at her.”

  We all looked at Jade. Yeah, she was pretty small.

  Gramps shrugged, starting to scrape off the grill. “No diets! Men like women with a little meat on their bones!”

  “Amen to that,” Jonesy said, putting his foot in it. It was well known in boy circles that Jonesy was a booty man.

  Sophie looked at him and smiled. He grinned right back. All was forgiven.

  Huh, I guess he was practicing after all.

  ****

  Bry had been late because he had to work during the summer. Us gonna be freshman had it good as nobody gets to work before sixteen anymore. (Gramps had a LOT to say over that.) Bry worked, as he called it, as a “landscape gopher.” He ran around doing all kinds of gardening crap for rich people.

  We all cleaned up our plates and put
them in Gramps' sink.

  “Where's the gray water thingy?” Sophie asked.

  Gramps' standard response to everything, “Grandfathered.”

  “Ah, okay. So, where do I?” She looked around in confusion.

  I took the plate from her and stopped up the drain and began running the hot water, which churned out about sixty gallons per second, steaming as it landed against the white porcelain. I then added soap and bubbles formed.

  The Js followed suit since they knew their way around the house better. They scraped their plates right into the trashcan as Tiff said, “Wow, no separator. How does he get away with that?”

  “Grandfathered,” the Js said in unison.

  Gramps barked out a laugh and nodded at them, good thinking.

  Bry took a real look around the house, noticing all the non-sanctioned stuff.

  “Well,” Gramps responded, “I take all my trash to the Kent Separator and give them my, I-don't-give-a-tree-hugging-damn-card, and they have to suck it up and take my trash,” he said with a grin.

  The girls gasped, the Js grinned and a big smile started to form on Bry's face.

  Brother.

  “So, let me get this straight,” Bry said, looking around. “You don't believe in saving the environment?”

  Gramps planted his hands on his hips and I was eerily reminded of Mom, who had a similar stance right before she was gonna Make Her Point. “It's the principle Bryan, that these tree-hugging liberals and bleeding heart types aren't going to tell my old ass what to do. It rubs me the wrong way.”

  No, really?

  Gramps had a way with his delivery, he and Jonesy got along marvelously.

  Huh.

  Bry was dying to swim after a hot day in the sun battling the plants so we took off to unearth Gramps' canoes. He had two biggies, one orange and the other blue. We piled into them, two guys in each one and had canoe fights for two hours. Jonesy would hit the flat end of the oar, skimming the water's surface and the arc of water would catch Bry in the face. Jonesy, a natural athlete, was so consistent with this maneuver that Bry leaped out of the canoe. Tipping me out in the process, as he swam to Jonesy, who in a state of panic jumped out of the canoe and headed for shore.