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"Aunt Minnie wants to marry me off. Will you tell me whats it like, Remy?" Lavinia pointed to the ring on my fourth finger. Little did she know that the ring had nothing to do with marriage and everything to do with being able to hunt girls like her in broad daylight.
"Being married is lovely, if you meet the right man. Do you think youll meet the right man?" I asked, staring into her eyes.
"I I dont know. I suppose if hes anything like you, then I should count myself lucky. " Her breath was hot on my cheek, and I knew that I couldnt control myself for much longer.
"Sarah Jane, I bet your auntie needs some help," I said, glancing into Sarah Janes blue eyes. She paused for a moment, then excused herself and went to find her aunt. I had no idea if I was compelling her or if she was simply following my orders, because she was a child and I was an adult.
"Oh, youre wicked, arent you?" Lavinia asked, her eyes flashing as she smiled at me.
"Yes," I said brusquely. "Yes, I am wicked, my dear. " I bared my teeth, watching with great satisfaction as her eyes widened with horror. The best part of feeding was the anticipation, seeing my victim trembling, helpless,mine. I slowly leaned in, savoring the moment. My lips grazed her soft skin.
"No!" she gasped.
"Shhh," I whispered, pulling her closer and allowing my teeth to touch her skin, subtly at first, then more insistently, until I sank my teeth into her neck. Her moans became screams, and I held my hand over her mouth to silence her as I sucked the sweet liquid into my mouth. She groaned slightly, but soon her sighs turned into kittenish mews.
"New Orleans, next stop!" the conductor yelled, breaking my reverie.
I glanced out the window. The sun was sinking low into the sky, and Lavinias nearly dead body felt heavy in my arms. Outside the window, New Orleans rose up as if in a dream, and I could see the ocean continuing on and on forever. It was like my life was destined to be: never-ending years, never-ending feedings, never-ending pretty girls with sweet sighs and sweeter blood.
"Forever panting, and forever young," I whispered, pleased at how well the lines from the poet Keats suited my new life.
"Sir!" The conductor knocked on the door. I strode out of the compartment, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He was the same conductor whod stopped Damon and me just outside Mystic Falls, and I saw suspicion flash across his face.
"Were in New Orleans, then?" I asked, the taste of Lavinias blood in the back of my throat.
The ginger-haired conductor nodded. "And the ladies? Theyre aware?"
"Oh yes, theyre aware," I said, not breaking my gaze as I slipped my ticket out of my pocket. "But they asked not to be disturbed. And I ask not to be disturbed, too. Youve never seen me. Youve never been by this compartment. Later, if anyone asks, you say there may have been some thieves who got on the train outside Richmond. They looked suspicious. Union soldiers," I invented.
"Union soldiers?" the conductor repeated, clearly confused.
I sighed. Until I had compelling under control, Id have to resort to a more permanent style of memory erasing. In a flash I grabbed the conductor by the neck and snapped it as easily as if it were a sweet pea. Then I threw him into the compartment with Lavinia and shut the door behind me.
"Yes, Union soldiers always do make a bloody mess of things, dont they?" I asked rhetorically. Then, whistling the whole way, I went to collect Damon from the gentlemens club car.
Chapter 6
Damon was slumped right where Id left him, an untouched whiskey glass sweating on the oak table in front of him.
"Come on," I said roughly, yanking Damon up by the arm.
The train was slowing, and all around us passengers were gathering their belongings and lining up behind a conductor who stood in front of the black iron doors to the outside world. But since we were unencumbered by possessions and blessed with strength, I knew our best bet was to exit the train the same way wed entered: by jumping off the back of the caboose. I wanted us both to be long gone before anyone noticed anything was amiss.
"You look well,brother. " His tone was light, but the chalkiness of his skin and the purpling beneath his eyes gave away just how truly tired and hungry he was. For an instant, I wished Id left some of Lavinia for him, but quickly brushed aside the thought. I had to take a firm hand. That was how Father used to train the horses. Denying them food until they finally stopped yanking on the reins and submitted to being ridden. It was the same with Damon. He needed to be broken.
"One of us has to maintain
our strength," I told Damon, my back to him as I led the way to the last car of the train.
The train was still creeping along, the wheels scraping against the iron lengths of track. We didnt have much time. We scrambled back through the sooty coal to the door, which I pulled open easily.
"On three! One Two " I grabbed his wrist and jumped. Both of our knees hit the hard dirt below with a thud.
"Always have to show off, dont you, brother?" Damon said, wincing. I noticed his trousers had been torn at the knees from the fall, and his hands were pockmarked with gravel. I was untouched, except for a scrape on my elbow.
"You should have fed. " I shrugged.
The whistle of the train shrieked, and I took in the sights. We were on the edge of New Orleans, a bustling city filled with smoke and an aroma like a combination of butter and firewood and murky water. It was far bigger than Richmond, which had been the largest city Id ever known. But there was something else, a sense of danger that filled the air. I grinned. Here was a city we could disappear in.
