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“Oh, How is she?” I had now crossed over to four word sentences. I sounded brilliant.
“He said she’s doing okay. As well as can be expected. Joseph dropped off some blood not too long ago.”
“Will she ever be the same?” I croaked.
“Yes sweet heart, as far as her personality, that is. Only she’ll drink blood, her eyes will be a different color; she’ll be pale, strong, and beautiful,” He said kissing my fore head. I wrapped my arms around his strong, cold, stone body. He responded by wrapping me up like a young child in his arms.
“It’s okay, love. Just cry, don’t hold it in. You’ve been through a lot in one day. Let alone the past couple of hours.” I let the tears come for the thousandth time that day.
So many reasons I had to cry.
My dad doesn’t love us. My mom is crazy not to mention a vampire now. My brothers are an ocean away Ivy League college. And my boyfriend is a vampire who just so happens to be almost seven hundred years old but still looks eighteen of course, and he’s my soul mate. Yep, doesn’t get weirder or more emotional than that. Am I crazy? Nope, definitely not that. If I was crazy I wouldn’t question myself, right?
I wiped away the last of my tears.
My eyes were dry and itchy. I rubbed them.
“I’m ready to go.” I said. “Okay.” Jonathon said. We detangled ourselves and he took my hand.
Chapter Nine: Attack
We exited the way we came. The water fountain slowed to a stop as we passed. I inhaled the scents as much as I could. It filled me with a serene calm like quality. I closed my eyes as we walked. Jonathon was guiding me forward.
We came to the vespa. Jonathon put mine and his helmets on, not saying a word. I guess he thought I needed time to think about all I’d heard. The truth about the world we live in. If vampires exist what else might? Luckily, the silence between us wasn’t awkward; it was just peaceful and felt normal.
I climbed on behind Jonathon moving mechanically. I was so tired. The vespa purred to life. We sped down the dirt road leaving a cloud of dust behind us.
We got back on the main road and I let my eyes drift closed. I soon fell asleep leaning my head against Jonathon’s back.
I felt a nudge against my arm.
I lifted my head and wiped my mouth. Good, no drool. That would have been embarrassing.
“Darling, you need to get off.” I looked around at my surroundings. We were at my house. Why would I be here? Can’t my mom eat me? Maybe it was a dream? His next words confirmed that it wasn’t.
Seeming to read my mind Jonathon said, “I called my uncle he’s restraining her.”
“Are you going in or am I?” I asked already expecting to stay outside.
“We both are. I was going to drop you off at my house but I figured you wouldn’t want to meet my family by yourself. Patrick said he’d hold her back. He’s really strong , so you’ll be able to go in, but just in case we have to wait until Joseph gets here . He’ll keep her away from you.” I was stunned into silence.
My mom could really kill me. Snap me into pieces like I was a piece of paper.
“I’m scared.” I said.
Ever since hearing about my mom being a vampire I hadn’t worried. But now my stomach turned and twisted into knots. My mom could be a killer. It wasn’t her I was worried about. It was me and other humans I was worried about.
Lights framed across Jonathon and me.
“Joseph’s here.” He said.
I got off the vespa and rubbed my legs trying to get some feeling to come back into them.
A gorgeous guy a little shorter than Jonathon got out of a navy blue corvette. He looked older than Jonathon which was what Jonathon had said, Joseph was forever twenty. His arms were big and bulky, filled with well defined muscle. He would have been frightening had it not been for his boyish, yet somehow manly face, and head of blond curls. Of course his eyes were a bright silver. His hair was almost the same color of Jonathon’s but had more blond in it. He was beaming a
t the two of us. I looked down and saw Jonathon’s hand entwined in mine. I hadn’t even realized he’d grabbed my hand. Or maybe I’d grabbed his? I didn’t know. But it seemed to be becoming a natural habit to be touching him.
Joseph reached us and extended his hand to me.
