SAMPLE CHAPTERS
Shane’s lips felt like velvet against the nape of her neck, and Claire shivered in delight as his breath warmed the skin there. She leaned back against him with a sigh. Her boyfriend’s body felt solid and safe, and his arms went around her, wrapping her in comfort. He was taller than she was, so he had to bend to rest his chin on her shoulder and whisper, “You sure about this?”
Claire nodded. “You got the overdue notice, didn’t you? It’s this, または they come and collect. あなた don’t want that.”
“Well, あなた don’t have to be here,” he pointed out—not for the first time today. “Don’t あなた have classes?”
“Not today,” she said. “I had an oh-my-God a.m. lab, but now I’m all done.”
“Okay, then, あなた don’t have to do this because you’re tax-exempt.”
によって tax-exempt, he meant that she didn’t have to pay . . . in blood. Taxes in Morganville were collected three ways: the polite way, via the collection center downtown, または the not-so-polite way when the Bloodmobile showed up like a sleek black 鮫, サメ at your front door, with Men in Black–style “technicians” to ensure あなた did your civic duty.
The third way was によって force, in the dark, when あなた ventured out un-Protected and got bitten.
Vampires. A total pain in the neck . . . literally.
Shane was entirely right: Claire had a written, legal document that 発言しました she was free from the responsibility of donations. The 人気 wisdom—and it wasn’t wrong—was that she’d already 与えられた enough blood to Morganville.
Of course, so had Shane . . . but he hadn’t always been on the vampires’ side, at the time.
“I know I don’t have to do it,” she said. “I want to. I’ll go with.”
“In case you’re worried, I’m not girly-scared または anything.”
“Hey!” She smacked at his arm. “I’m a girl. What exactly are あなた saying, that I’m not メリダとおそろしの森 または something?”
“Eeek,” Shane said. “Nothing. Right, アマゾン princess, I got the point.”
Claire turned in his arms and kissed him, a sweet burst of heat as their lips met. The lovely joy of that released a burst of bubbles inside her, bubbles full of happiness. God, she loved this. Loved him. It had been a rough year, and he’d . . . stumbled, was the best way she could think of it. Shane had dark streaks, and he’d struggled with them. Was still struggling.
But he’d worked so hard to make it up, not just to her, but to everyone he felt he’d let down. Michael, his (vampire) best friend. Eve, his other (nonvampire) best friend, and hers, too. Even Claire’s parents had gotten genuine attention; he’d gone with her to see them, twice, with exit permission from the vampires, and he’d been earnest and steady even under her father’s stern cross-examination.
He wanted to be different. She knew that.
When the キッス finally ended, Shane had a drugged, vague look in his eyes, and he seemed to have trouble letting go of her. “You know,” he said, moving her hair back from her cheek with one big, warm hand, “we could just blow this off and go ホーム instead of letting them suck our blood. Try it tomorrow.”
“Bloodmobile,” she reminded him. “People holding あなた down. あなた really want that?”
He shuddered. “Hell no. Okay, right, after you.” They were standing on the sidewalk of Morganville’s blood bank, with its big cheerful blood-drop character sign and scrupulously clean public entrance. Claire pecked him lightly on the cheek, escaped before he could pull her close again, and pushed the door open.
Inside, the place looked like they’d 与えられた it a makeover—more cheerfully lit than the last time she’d been in, and the new furniture looked comfortable and homey. They’d even installed a 魚 tank full of brightly colored tropicals flitting around living coral. Nice. Clearly, the ヴァンパイア were trying to put their best efforts to reassure the human community, for a change.
The lady sitting behind the counter looked up and smiled. She was human, and sort of motherly, and she pulled Claire’s records and raised her thin, graying eyebrows. “Oh,” she said. “You know, you’re entirely paid up for the year. There’s no need—”
“It’s voluntary,” Claire said. “Is that okay?”
“Voluntary?” The woman repeated the word as if it was something from a foreign language. “Well, I suppose . . .” She shook her head, clearly thinking Claire was mental, and turned her smile on Shane. “And you, honey?”
“Collins,” he said. “Shane Collins.”
She pulled out his card, and up went the eyebrows, again. “You are definitely not paid up, Mr. Collins. In fact, you’re sixty days behind. Again.”
“I’ve been busy.” He didn’t crack a smile. Neither did she.
She stamped his card, wrote something on it, and returned it to the file, then handed them both slips of paper. “Through the door,” she said. “Do あなた want to be in the room together, または separately?”
“Together,” they both chorused, and looked at each other. Claire couldn’t help a bit of a smirk, and Shane rolled his eyes. “She’s kind of a coward,” he said. “Faints at the sight of blood.”
“Oh, please,” Claire sighed. “That does describe one of us, though.”
The receptionist, for all her motherly looks, clearly wasn’t sympathetic. “Fine,” she 発言しました briskly. “Second door on the right, there are two chairs in there. I’ll get an attendant for you.”
“Yeah, about that . . . could あなた get us a human?” Shane asked. “It creeps me out when a guy’s draining my blood and I hear his stomach rumble.”
Claire punched him in the arm this time, an unmistakable shut up, and gave the receptionist a sunny smile as she dragged him toward the door she’d indicated. “Really,” she 発言しました to him, “would it be that hard just to not say anything?”
“Kinda,” he shrugged, and held the door open for her. “Ladies first.”
“I’m really starting to think あなた are a scaredy-cat.”
“No, I’m just flawlessly polite.” He gave her a sideways glance, and said, with a curious seriousness, “I’d go first in any fight, for you.”
Shane had always been someone who best expressed 愛 によって being protective, but now it was deliberate, a way for him to make up for how far he’d let his anger and aggression get the best of him. Even at his worst he hadn’t hurt her, but he’d come close, frighteningly close, and that lingered between them like a shadow.
“Shane,” she said, and paused to look him full in the face. “If it comes to that, I’d fight beside you. Not behind you.”
He smiled a little, and nodded as they started moving again. “I’d still jump on the first bullet. Hope you’re okay with that.”
She shouldn’t have been, really, but the thought, and the emotion behind it, gave her another little flush of warmth as she walked down the carpeted hallway and into the 秒 room on the right. Like the rest of the human side of the collection center, the 宇宙 felt warm and comfortable; the reclining chairs were leather, または some vinyl approximation. The speakers overhead were playing something acoustic and soft, and Claire relaxed in the chair as Shane wriggled around in his.
He went very still as the door opened, and their attendant stepped inside.
“No way,” Claire said. First, their attendant was a vampire. Second, it was Oliver. Oh, he was wearing a white lab コート and carrying a clipboard and looked vaguely official, but it was Oliver. “What exactly is the second-in-command of vampire affairs doing drawing blood?”
“Yeah, and aren’t あなた needed pulling エスプレッソ at the coffee shop?” Shane added, with a totally unnecessary edge of snark. Oliver was often found behind the counter at the coffee shop, but he wasn’t needed there. He just liked doing it, and Shane knew that. When あなた were as (presumably) rich and (absolutely) powerful a vampire as Oliver, あなた could do whatever あなた damn well wanted.
“There’s been flu going around,” Oliver said, ignoring Shane’s tone as he took out the blood-draw supplies and laid them out on trays. “I understand they’re short-staffed today. Occasionally, I do pitch in.”
Somehow, that didn’t quite feel like the whole story, even if it was true. Claire eyed him mistrustfully as he scooted a rolling スツール up beside her and tied the tourniquet in place on her upper arm, then handed her a red rubber ball to squeeze as he prepared the needle. “I assume you’re going first,” he said, “given Shane’s usual attitude.” That was delivered with every bit as dry an edge as Shane’s sarcasm, and Shane opened his mouth, then subsided, lips thinning into a stubborn line. Good, she thought. He was trying, at least.
“Sure,” she said. She managed not to wince as his cold fingers palpated her arm, feeling for veins, and focused on his face. Oliver always seemed to be older than many of the other vamps, though she couldn’t quite pin down why: his hair, maybe, which was threaded with gray streaks and tied back in a hippie-style ponytail just now. There weren’t many lines on his face, really, but she always just snapshotted him as middle–aged, and when she really stared, she couldn’t say why he impressed her that way.
Mostly he just seemed もっと見る cynical than the others.
He was wearing a black tee under a gray pull-on sweater today, and blue jeans, very relaxed; it wasn’t too different from what Shane was wearing, actually, except that Shane managed to make his look edgy and fashionable.
The needle slid in with a short, hot burst, and then the pain subsided to a thin ache as Oliver taped it down and attached the tubing. He released the tourniquet and clamps, and Claire watched the dark red line of blood race down the plastic and out of sight, into a collection bag below. “Good,” he said. “You have excellent flow.”
“I’m—not sure how I feel about that, actually.”
He shrugged. “It’s got fine color and pressure, and the scent is quite crisp. Very nice.”
Claire felt even less good once he’d 発言しました that; he described it like a wine enthusiast talking about his お気に入り vintage. In fact, she felt just faintly sick, and rested her head against the soft cushions while she stared at a cheerful poster tacked up on the back of the door.
Oliver moved on from her to Shane, and once she’d taken a couple of deep, calming breaths, she stopped studying the kitten picture and looked over at her boyfriend. He was tense, but trying not to seem it; she could read that in the slightly pale, set face and the way his shoulders had tightened, emphasizing the muscles under the sweater. He rolled up his sleeve without a word, and Oliver—likewise silent—put the tourniquet in place and handed him another ball to squeeze. Unlike Claire, who was barely able to dent the thing, Shane almost flattened it when he pressed. His veins were visible to her even across the room, and Oliver barely skimmed fingertips over them, not meeting Shane’s eyes at all, then slipped the needle in so quickly and smoothly that Claire almost missed it. “Two pints,” he told Shane. “You’ll still be behind on your schedule, but I suppose we shouldn’t drain あなた much もっと見る at once.”
“You sound disappointed.” Shane’s voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Damn, I hate this. I really do.”
“I know,” Oliver said. “Your blood reeks of it.”
“If あなた keep that up, I’m going to パンチ you.” Shane 発言しました it softly, but he meant it. There was a muscle tight as steel cable in his jaw, and his hand pumped the rubber ball in convulsive squeezes. Oliver released the tourniquet and clamps, and Shane’s blood moved down the tube.
“Can I specify a user for my donation?” Claire asked. That drew Oliver’s attention, and even Shane cracked an eyelid to glance at her. “Since mine’s voluntary anyway.”
“Yes, I suppose,” Oliver said, and took out a black marker. “Name?”
“The hospital,” she said. “For emergencies.”
He gave her a long, measured stare, and then shrugged and put a simple クロス symbol on the bag—already a quarter full—before returning it to the holder beside her chair.
Shane opened his mouth, but Oliver said, “Don’t even consider saying it. Yours is already spoken for.”
Shane responded to that with a gagging sound.
“Precisely why it’s not earmarked for my account,” Oliver said. “I do have standards. Now, if either of あなた feel any nausea または weakness, press the button. Otherwise, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
He rose and walked toward the door, but hesitated with his hand on the knob. He turned back to them and said, “I received the invitation.”
For a moment, Claire didn’t know what he was talking about, but then she said, “Oh. The party.”
“The engagement party,” he said. “You should speak with your フレンズ about the . . . political situation.”
“I—what? What are あなた talking about?”
Oliver’s eyes held hers, and she was wary of some kind of vamp compulsion, but he didn’t seem to be trying at all. “I’ve already tried to warn Michael,” he said. “This is unwise. Very unwise. The vampire community in Morganville is already . . . restless; they feel humans have been 与えられた too much freedom, too much license in their activities of late. There was always a clearly drawn relationship of—”
“Serial killers and victims?” Shane put in.
“Protector and those Protected,” Oliver said, flashing a scowl at her boyfriend. “One that is of necessity free of too much emotional complication. It’s an obligation, which ヴァンパイア can understand. This—connection between Michael and your human friend Eve is . . . raw and messy. Now that they threaten to sanction it with legal status . . . there is resistance. On both sides, from ヴァンパイア and humans alike.”
“Wait,” Shane said. “Are あなた seriously telling us that people don’t want them to get married?”
“There is a certain sense that it is not appropriate, nor wise, to allow vampire/human intermarriage.”
“That’s racist!”
“It has nothing to do with race,” Oliver said. “It has everything to do with species. ヴァンパイア and humans have a set relationship, and from the vampire standpoint, it’s one of a predator.”
“I still think あなた mean parasite.”
Oliver’s temper flared, which was dangerous; his face changed, literally shifted, as if the monster underneath was trying to get out. Then it faded, but it left a feeling in the room, a tingling shock that made even Shane shut up, at least for now. “Some don’t want Michael and Eve to marry,” he said. “You may take it from me that even those who are indifferent believe that it will go badly for all involved. It’s unwise. I’ve told him this, and I’ve tried to tell her. Now I’m telling あなた to stop them.”
“We can’t!” Claire said, appalled. “They 愛 each other!”
“That has exactly nothing to do with what I am saying,” the vampire told her, and opened the door to the room. “I care nothing about their feelings. I am talking about the reality of the situation. A marriage is politically disastrous, and will ignite issues that are best left smoldering. Tell them that. Tell them it will be stopped, one way または another. Best if they stop it themselves.”
“But—”
The door shut on whatever she was going to say, and anyway, Claire wasn’t sure she really had any idea. She looked over at Shane, who seemed just as speechless as she was.
But he was, of course, the first to recover his voice. “Well,” he said, “I told him so.”
“Shane!”
“Look, ヴァンパイア and humans together have never been a good idea. It’s like ネコ and mice hooking up. Always ends badly for the mouse.”
“It’s not ヴァンパイア and humans. It’s Eve and Michael.”
“Which is different how, exactly?”
“It—just is!”
Shane sighed and put his head back against the cushions. “Fine,” he said. “But no way am I breaking Eve’s heart. あなた get to tell her the wedding’s off, courtesy of the vampire almost-boss. Just let me know, so I can put my headphones on the going-deaf setting first to drown out the screaming and wailing.”
“You are such a coward.”
“I am bleeding into a bag,” he pointed out. “I think I’ve achieved some kind of anti-coward merit badge.”
She threw her red rubber ball at him.
Not that Claire hadn’t secretly seen all this coming.
She hadn’t wanted to believe it. She’d been involved in all the party preparations—Eve had insisted. Between the two of them, they’d planned absolutely everything, from the napkins (black) on the tablecloths (silver) to the paper color on the invitations (black, again, with silver ink). It had been fun, of course, sitting there having girl time, picking out お花 and 食 and party favors, setting up playlists for the music, and best of all picking out clothes.
It had been only this week, as everything got . . . well, real . . . that Claire had begun feeling that maybe it wasn’t all just fairy tales and ice cream. Walking with Eve downtown had turned into a whole new experience, a shocking one; Claire was used to being ignored, または (more recently) being looked at with some weird wariness; wearing the Founder of Morganville’s pin in her 襟, 首輪 had earned her an entirely unwanted (possibly undeserved) reputation as a badass.
But this week, walking with Eve, she’d seen hate, close up.
Oh, it wasn’t obvious または anything. . . . It came in sidelong glances, in the tightening of people’s lips and the clipped way people spoke to Eve, if they spoke at all. Morganville had changed somewhat, in these past couple of years, and one of the most important changes had been that people were no longer afraid to 表示する what they felt. Claire had thought that was a positive change.
At first, Claire had figured the dissing was just isolated incidents, and then she’d thought that maybe it was just the normal small-town politics at work. Eve was a Goth, she was easily recognizable, and although she was crushingly funny, she could also piss people off who didn’t get her.
This was different, though. The look people had in their eyes for Eve . . . that had been contempt. または anger. または disgust.
Eve hadn’t seemed to notice at first, but Claire detected a weakening in her usual glossy armor of humor about midway through their last shopping trip—about the time that an unpleasant lady with church hair had walked away from the counter while Eve was checking out with a bagful of stuff for the party. As she walked away, the Church Lady had reached out to mess with a stacked display of sunglasses, and Claire had caught sight of something odd.
The woman was too old for a tattoo—at least, too old for a fresh one—but there was a デザイン inked on her arm, still red around the edges. Claire saw only a glimpse of it, but it looked like some kind of familiar shape.
A stake. It was a symbol of a stake.
Another, younger lady had come hustling from the back of the ショップ to wait on Eve, flushed and flustered. She’d avoided meeting their eyes, and had 発言しました the bare minimum to get them out of the store. Church Lady hadn’t bothered to look at them at all.
Claire had waited until they were safely out of earshot of any passersby before she said, “So, did あなた see the tat? Freaky.”
“The stake?” Eve’s black-painted lips were tight, and even in sunlight, her kohl-rimmed eyes looked shadowed. Her Urban Decay makeup normally looked really cool, but in the harsh winter sunlight, Claire thought it looked a little . . . desperate. Not just crying out for attention, but screaming for it. “Yeah, it’s the new big thing. Stake tats. Even the geezers are lining up for them. Human pride and all that crap.”
“Is that why—”
“Why the 雌犬 refused to wait on me?” Eve tossed her black-dyed shag hair back from her pale face in a defiant shake. “Yeah, probs. Because I’m a traitor.”
“Not any もっと見る than I am!”
“No, あなた signed up for Protection, and あなた made a really good deal at it, too—they respect that. What they don’t respect is sleeping with the enemy.” Eve looked stubborn, but there was despair in it, too. “Being a fang-banger.”
“Michael’s not the enemy, and you’re not—how can anybody think that?”
“There’s always been this undercurrent in Morganville. Us and them, あなた know. The us doesn’t have fangs.”
“But—you 愛 each other.” Claire didn’t know what surprised her もっと見る . . . that the Morganville folks were turning on Eve, of all people, または that she wasn’t もっと見る surprised によって that herself. People were petty and stupid sometimes, and even as fabulous as Michael was, some people just would never see him as anything but a walking pair of fangs.
True, he was no fluffy puppy; Michael was capable of really bringing the violence, but only when he absolutely had to do it. He liked avoiding fights, not causing them, and at his heart, he was loyal and kind and shy.
Hard to lump all that under the vampire, therefore evil label.
An old cowboy, complete with hat and boots and a sheepskin-lined jeans jacket, passed the two of them on the sidewalk. He gave Eve a bitter, narrow glare, and spat up something nasty right in front of her shiny high-heeled patent leather shoes.
Eve lifted her chin and kept walking.
“Hey!” Claire said, turning toward the cowboy in an outraged fury, but Eve grabbed her arm and dragged her along. “Wait—he—”
“Lesson number one in Morganville,” Eve said. “Keep walking. Just keep walking.”
And they had. Eve hadn’t 発言しました another word about it; she’d put on bright, fragile smiles and when Michael had come ホーム from teaching at the 音楽 store, they’d sat together on the ソファー, ソファ and cuddled and whispered, but Claire didn’t think Eve had told him about the attitudes.
Now this thing with Oliver, telling her outright that the marriage was off, または else.
Very, very bad.
“So,” she 発言しました to Shane as they walked home, arms linked, hands in their pockets to hide from the icy whipping chill of the wind. “What am I going to say to Eve? Or, God, to Michael?”
“Nothing,” Shane said.
“But あなた 発言しました I should—”
“I reconsidered. I’m not Oliver’s messenger monkey, and neither are you. If he wants to play Lord of the Manor with those two, he can come do it himself.” Shane grinned fiercely. “I would pay to see that. Michael does not like to be told he can’t do something. Especially something to do with Eve.”
“Do あなた think—” Oh, this was dangerous territory, and Claire hesitated before taking a step into it. Filled with land mines, this was. “God, I can’t believe I’m asking this, but . . . do あなた think Michael’s really serious about her? I mean, あなた know him better than I do. Longer, anyway. I get the sense, sometimes, that he has … doubts.”
Shane was silent for a long moment—too long, she thought—and then he said, “You’re asking if he’s serious about loving her?”
“No, I know he loves her. But marrying her . . .”
“Marriage is a big word for all guys,” Shane said. “You know that. It’s kind of an allergy. We get itchy and sweaty just trying to spell it, much less do it.”
“So あなた think he’s nervous?”
“I think—I think it’s a big deal. Bigger for him and Eve than for most people.” Shane kept his eyes down, fixed on the sidewalk and the steps they were taking. “Look, ask him, okay? This is girl talk. I don’t do girl talk.”
She punched him in the shoulder. “Ass.”
“That’s better. I was starting to feel like we should go shoe shopping または something.”
“Being a girl is not a bad thing!”
“No.” He took his hand out of his pocket and put his arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. “If I could be half the girl あなた are, I’d be—wow, I have no idea where I was going with that, and it just turned out uncomfortable, all of a sudden.”
“Jackass.”
“You like being a girl—that’s good. I like being a guy—that’s also good.”
“Next you’ll be all Me, Tarzan, you, Jane!”
“I’ve seen あなた stick arrows in vampires. Not too damn likely I’d be thumping my chest and trying to tell あなた I wear the loincloth around here.”
“And あなた changed the subject. Michael. Eve.”
He held up his left hand. “I swear, I have no idea what Michael’s thinking. Guys don’t spend all their time trying to mind-read each other.”
“But—”
“Like I said. If あなた want to know, ask him. Michael doesn’t lie worth a damn, anyway. Not to people he cares about.”
That was true, または at least it always had been before. A particularly cold スラッシュ of wind cut at the exposed skin of Claire’s throat and face, and she shivered and burrowed closer to Shane’s warm side.
“Before あなた ask,” Shane said, bending his head low to hers, “I 愛 you.”
“I wasn’t going to ask.”
“Oh, あなた were going there in your head. And I 愛 you. Now it’s your turn.”
She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, または the warmth that burst up inside her, a summer contrast to the winter’s day. “Well, あなた know, I’m still analyzing how I feel, in my completely girly way.”
“Oh, now that’s just low.”
She turned, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him. Shane’s lips were chilled and a little dry, but they warmed up, and a lick of her tongue softened the キッス into silk and velvet. He tasted like coffee and キャラメル and a dark, spiced undertone that was all his own. A taste she craved, every day, every hour, every minute.
Shane made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, picked her up around the waist, and moved her backward until she felt a cold brick ウォール against her shoulders. Then he set about really キス her—deep, sweet, hot, intent. She ロスト herself in it, drifting and delirious, until he finally came up for air. The look in his brown eyes was focused and dreaming at the same time, and his smile was . . . dangerous. “Are あなた still analyzing?” he asked.
“Hmmm,” Claire said, and pressed against him. “I think I’ve come to a conclusion.”
“Damn, I hope not. I’ve still got a lot of ways left to try to make my case.”
Someone cleared a throat near them, and it was unexpected enough to make Shane take a giant step back and turn, putting himself between the 情報源 of that noise and Claire. Protecting her, as always. Claire shook her head in exasperation and moved to her right, standing 次 to him.
The throat clearing had come from Father Joe. The priest of Morganville’s Catholic church was a man in his early thirties, with red hair and freckles and kind eyes, and the smile he gave them was only just a touch judgmental. “Don’t mean to disturb you,” he said, which was a lie, but maybe only a small one. “Claire, I wanted to thank あなた for coming to last Sunday’s choir practice. あなた have a very nice voice.”
She blushed—partly because a priest had just closely observed her thinking very impure thoughts about her boyfriend, and partly because she wasn’t used to those kinds of compliments. “It’s not very strong,” she said. “But I like to sing, sometimes.”
“You just need practice,” he said. “I hope we’ll see あなた again at mass.” He raised those eyebrows at her, then nodded to Shane. “You’re always invited, too.”
“Thanks for asking,” Shane said, almost sincerely.
“But あなた won’t come.”
“Not too damn likely, Father.”
Claire continued to blush, because as Father Joe walked away, hands clasped behind his back, Shane had turned to stare at her. “Mass?” he echoed, raising his eyebrows. “Tell me you’re not confessing, too.”
“No, あなた have to be a real Catholic to do that,” she said.
“So—what was the attraction?”
“Myrnin wanted to go.” That 発言しました volumes, brief as it was. Claire’s boss—a dangerously nuts vampire who was an utter sweetheart, most of the time, until he wasn’t—was not a subject Shane really liked very much, and she hurried on as she saw his expression shift a little toward annoyance. “I went with him a couple of times as, あなた know, sanity control. But I’m もっと見る of a Unitarian, I guess. The church is nice, though. And so is Father Joe. Hey, did あなた know there’s a Jewish temple in town, too, and a mosque? They’re both really small, but they’re here. I don’t think the vamps are too welcome there, though.”
“Just don’t go telling him about, あなた know, anything personal. About us.”
“Embarrassed?”
He buffed his fingernails on his コート and looked at them with an exaggerated smugness. “Me, embarrassed? Nah, I was just worried he’d feel bad about his celibacy thing.”
“God, あなた are such a jackass.”
“That is three times you’ve called me that in one walk. あなた need a new compliment.” He tickled her, and she mock-shrieked and ran, and he chased her, and they raced each other around the block, down the street, all the way to the white fence around their not-very-attractive yard, up the walk to the big pillared porch of the peeling Victorian house. The Glass House, called that because the last (and current) owners were the Glass family—Michael being the last of that family still in residence. The rest of them were, technically, renting rooms, but over time Shane, Claire, and Eve had become Michael’s family. As close as, anyway.
As evidenced によって the fact that when Shane opened the door, he yelled out, “Put your pants on, people, we are back!”
“Shut up!” Eve yelled from somewhere upstairs. “Jackass!”
“You know, when people say that, I just hear the word awesome,” Shane said. “What’s for lunch? Because personally I am down two pints of blood and I need food. クッキー and オレンジ ジュース did not cut it.”
“Hot dogs,” Eve’s distant voice said. “And no, I didn’t make chili. You’d just criticize how I make it. But there’s relish and onions and mustard!”
“You’re a princess!” Shane called back on his way to the kitchen. “Okay, a lame Goth half-dead princess, but whatever!”
“Jack. Ass!”
Claire shook her head as she dumped her backpack on the couch. She was glowing and tingling from the run, and felt a little light-headed—probably hadn’t been smart, doing that so soon after giving blood, but that was one thing あなた learned quick in Morganville: how to run even with blood loss. Shane wandered into the kitchen, and she heard things banging around for a few minutes. He came back with two plates, one with plain hot dogs, one with hot イヌ buried under a mound of whatever that stuff was—onions, relish, mustard, probably hot sauce, too.
Claire took the plain plate. He dug a can of コーラ out of his pocket and handed that over, too. “You’re officially no longer a jackass,” she told him, as he thumped down on the ソファー, ソファ beside her and started shoveling 食 in his mouth. He mumbled something and winked at her, and she ate in slow, measured bites as she thought about what she was going to do about Eve.
Shane finished his plate first—not surprisingly—and took hers away into the kitchen, leaving her holding the 秒 hot dog. He was gone—conveniently—when Eve came downstairs. Her poufy black net スカート brushed the ウォール with a strange hiss as she descended, like a snake’s, and Eve did look poisonously fierce, Claire thought. A leather corset and jacket, skull-themed tights under the skirt, a black leather choker with spikes, and loads of makeup. She flung herself on the ソファー, ソファ in Shane’s deserted spot and thumped her booted feet up on the coffee 表, テーブル with a jingle of chrome chain.
“I can’t believe あなた actually got him to donate without some kind of four-point restraint system,” Eve said, and reached for the game controller. Not that the TV was on, but she liked to fiddle with things, and the controller was perfect. On her left hand, the diamond engagement ring twinkled softly in the light. It was a silver ring, not gold; Eve didn’t do gold. But the diamond was beautiful. “You’re going to be around on Saturday to decorate, right?”
“Right,” Claire agreed, and took a bite of her hot dog. She was still hungry, and focused hard on the delicious taste to take her mind off what Oliver had said. “Anything あなた want me to get?”
Eve smiled, a happy curve of dark red lips, and dug in the pocket of her jacket. She came out with a piece of paper, which she handed over. “Thought you’d never ask, maid of honor,” she said. “I had some trouble finding the right party supplies. I was hoping maybe you’d take a look . . . ?”
“Sure,” Claire said. It was a long list, and she silently mourned the loss of her 日 off.
“Ah—Eve—?”
“Yeah?” Eve ran her hand through her shag-cut hair, fluffing it out into the appropriate puffball thickness. “Hey, do あなた think this is too much for meeting with Father Joe?”
Claire blinked as she tried to put the image of Eve’s combat boots and stiff net スカート into the same 宇宙 with Father Joe. She gave up and said, “Probably.”
“Awesome. I was going for over-the-top. That way, no matter what I wear to the party, it’ll be a relief.”
Eve had a logic all her own, and usually it was awesomely amusing, but right now, Claire was focused on something else. Shane wasn’t going to like it, and truthfully she didn’t much enjoy it, either, but she felt like she had to speak up. That was what フレンズ did, right? Speak up even when it was hard.
“I need to tell あなた something,” Claire said. There must have been something serious in her voice, because Eve stopped fiddling with the controller and put it aside. She turned, putting one knee up on the couch, and faced Claire directly. Now that she had Eve’s undivided attention, though, Claire felt suddenly tongue-tied, and there was a suspicious absence of Shane as backup . . . and no sound from the kitchen. He was probably lurking on the other side of the door, listening.
Chicken.
Eve saved her from the unbearable tension によって saying, in a very level voice, “Oliver talked to you, didn’t he?”
Claire pulled in a deep, relieved breath. “You know.”
“Oh, he’s been dropping hints like atomic bombs for about a 月 now,” Eve said. “Everything short of ordering Michael to call it off.” Her dark eyes studied Claire’s face, all too knowing. “He told あなた to tell us to call it off.” Claire just nodded. Eve’s lips slowly spread into a wicked smile. “See, I always wanted to turn this town upside down, and we are so doing that. I can just hear him now. Back in my day, humans knew their place. What’s next, marrying cattle? イヌ and cats, living together.”
Her impersonation of Oliver’s accent and impatience was so dead-on that Claire burst out laughing, a little guiltily. She heard the キッチン door スイング open behind her, and when she glanced back, she saw Shane standing there, arms folded, leaning against the ウォール as he watched the two of them. “So,” he said. “Vamp Central Command doesn’t want あなた guys getting hitched. What are あなた going to do?”
“Piss them off,” Eve said. “You with me?”
Shane’s smile was every bit as dark and wicked as Eve’s. “You know it.”
“See, I knew I could count on あなた for quality mayhem, my man.” Eve settled her focus back on Claire again. “What about you?”
“Me?”
“I know you’re フレンズ with them,” Eve said. “Lots もっと見る than me または Shane. This is going to put あなた in the middle. I don’t like that, but it’s going to happen.”
“Oliver already tried to put me in the middle, but as far as I’m concerned, who あなた marry is none of his damn business,” Claire said. “I just wanted to make sure あなた knew what was happening.”
“And what about Amelie?”
“It’s none of her business, either. This can’t be the first time a human and a vampire got married.”
“It isn’t.”
They all jumped—Eve included—because Michael was standing at the 上, ページのトップへ of the stairs, looking over the railing at them, looking casual and rumpled and fresh out of bed. His シャツ was still half-unbuttoned.
“Sorry,” he said. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” He kept fastening his シャツ on the way down, which was—from a purely objective point of view, Claire thought virtuously—kind of a pity. “It isn’t the first time a vampire and a human have gotten married in Morganville, and that’s the problem.” He was a tall boy—and, oddly for a vampire, he was almost exactly as old as he looked, which was アナと雪の女王 somewhere around eighteen. It was a weird thought, but Shane looked just a little bit older now than when Claire had first met him, and Michael didn’t. And never would.
He settled into his usual chair, the one where his ギター was lying in its case 次 to it. He was like Eve; he had to have something to do with his hands, and in his case, his default was the guitar. He went for it immediately, and began picking out soft chords and notes, tuning the strings as he went.
“Well?” Shane said, and sat on the arm of the sofa beside Claire. “You can’t leave it like that, man.”
Michael glanced at him, a flash of big blue eyes, and then set his gaze at a 安全, 安全です middle distance. His 音楽 face, Claire thought, the one that he put up like a shield. One place he wasn’t looking was at Eve. At all. And that just wasn’t right.
“It was before my time,” he said. “Back in the sixties, I guess, a vamp named Pavel hooked up with a girl named Jenny, and it got serious. They got married.”
Silence, except for the steady, relentless whisper of his fingers on the strings of the guitar. Eve was staring at him intensely, and finally said, “You haven’t told me this.”
That broke through his shell for a second, and he glanced over at her, an apologetic and gentle look. “Sorry,” he said. “I was trying to think how to do it, because it’s not a happy ending.”
“Didn’t think it was,” she said. Eve sounded very steady, very adult. “But every story’s tragic somewhere along the way. あなた just have to know where to stop telling the story to make it a happy ending.”
“Well, this one doesn’t have any happy middles, either,” Michael said. “They were married for about a month, and Pavel killed her. He didn’t mean to do it, he just . . . couldn’t cope.”
“Why?” Claire asked. Michael raised his eyebrows, just a twitch, and got a very odd look on his face, as if he was trying to think how to phrase his reply.
Finally, he said, “He wasn’t used to being around humans on a daily basis. In particular, not around girls.”
“And she pissed him off?” Shane asked.
“Not exactly—you really don’t want to know.”
“Yeah,” Shane said, frowning. “I kinda do.”
Michael now looked truly uncomfortable. “There are times when it’s hard to be around girls when you’re a vampire. Look, don’t make me draw あなた a picture, okay?”
“I don’t—” Eve’s face went blank, and she looked over at Claire. “Oh. Oh.”
Claire shrugged, mystified for just another second, and then she got it, too.
Once a month. And ヴァンパイア could smell blood.
She imagined her expression looked pretty much like Eve’s.
Shane slowly sat down on the ソファー, ソファ 次 to Claire. “That is . . . epically disgusting,” Shane said, “and I don’t think I will ever, ever get that out of my brain again, man. Thanks.”
“Told あなた あなた didn’t want to know,” Michael said. “Anyway, Pavel didn’t expect it, and he ロスト control and killed her. Then her family came after him and killed him. The vamps arrested her father and brother and executed them; some 発言しました they weren’t even the ones who did it. It started the whole human underground resistance, and a bunch of them attacked the vampire districts and tried to burn them down. People and ヴァンパイア got hurt, some got killed. Morganville was chaos for a while. It was bad.”
They all let that sit in silence for a few seconds, and then Eve said, “And now, what? Amelie’s afraid our story’s going to end the same way? With her cleaning up the mess?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Michael said. He’d lowered his head while he was talking, focusing on his guitar, but now he looked up and directly at her, blue eyes clear and honest. “But we both know the risks, Eve.”
“Honey, it’s not the same thing at all. If あなた were going to snap, you’d have already done it—you’ve been living in a house with three heartbeats and two girls for how long now? You’re not going to make a mistake, because you’ve already proved あなた know how to handle—this.” She waved at them, the whole situation, everything. “You 発言しました it yourself, Pavel hardly ever came in contact with a pulse. He got overwhelmed—too much too soon. You’re already used to it.”
“What if I’m not?” he asked softly. “You really think about what might happen?”
She pulled in a deep breath. “All the time, Michael. I’m the one who’s risking my life, after all.”
Shane cleared his throat. “If あなた guys want to have some kind of serious convo, let me clear the hell out.”
“No, あなた stay,” Eve commanded. “Everybody stays. Everybody needs to hear this, right, Michael? If Amelie wants to come down from the mountain and tell あなた stop the wedding, what are あなた going to do about it?”
He looked—well, there was no other word for it than miserable. He looked down again, strummed a few chords, actually hit a wrong note. She saw him flinch, and he deliberately waited a few long 秒 before he said, “I’d do what’s right.”
Shane’s lips felt like velvet against the nape of her neck, and Claire shivered in delight as his breath warmed the skin there. She leaned back against him with a sigh. Her boyfriend’s body felt solid and safe, and his arms went around her, wrapping her in comfort. He was taller than she was, so he had to bend to rest his chin on her shoulder and whisper, “You sure about this?”
Claire nodded. “You got the overdue notice, didn’t you? It’s this, または they come and collect. あなた don’t want that.”
“Well, あなた don’t have to be here,” he pointed out—not for the first time today. “Don’t あなた have classes?”
“Not today,” she said. “I had an oh-my-God a.m. lab, but now I’m all done.”
“Okay, then, あなた don’t have to do this because you’re tax-exempt.”
によって tax-exempt, he meant that she didn’t have to pay . . . in blood. Taxes in Morganville were collected three ways: the polite way, via the collection center downtown, または the not-so-polite way when the Bloodmobile showed up like a sleek black 鮫, サメ at your front door, with Men in Black–style “technicians” to ensure あなた did your civic duty.
The third way was によって force, in the dark, when あなた ventured out un-Protected and got bitten.
Vampires. A total pain in the neck . . . literally.
Shane was entirely right: Claire had a written, legal document that 発言しました she was free from the responsibility of donations. The 人気 wisdom—and it wasn’t wrong—was that she’d already 与えられた enough blood to Morganville.
Of course, so had Shane . . . but he hadn’t always been on the vampires’ side, at the time.
“I know I don’t have to do it,” she said. “I want to. I’ll go with.”
“In case you’re worried, I’m not girly-scared または anything.”
“Hey!” She smacked at his arm. “I’m a girl. What exactly are あなた saying, that I’m not メリダとおそろしの森 または something?”
“Eeek,” Shane said. “Nothing. Right, アマゾン princess, I got the point.”
Claire turned in his arms and kissed him, a sweet burst of heat as their lips met. The lovely joy of that released a burst of bubbles inside her, bubbles full of happiness. God, she loved this. Loved him. It had been a rough year, and he’d . . . stumbled, was the best way she could think of it. Shane had dark streaks, and he’d struggled with them. Was still struggling.
But he’d worked so hard to make it up, not just to her, but to everyone he felt he’d let down. Michael, his (vampire) best friend. Eve, his other (nonvampire) best friend, and hers, too. Even Claire’s parents had gotten genuine attention; he’d gone with her to see them, twice, with exit permission from the vampires, and he’d been earnest and steady even under her father’s stern cross-examination.
He wanted to be different. She knew that.
When the キッス finally ended, Shane had a drugged, vague look in his eyes, and he seemed to have trouble letting go of her. “You know,” he said, moving her hair back from her cheek with one big, warm hand, “we could just blow this off and go ホーム instead of letting them suck our blood. Try it tomorrow.”
“Bloodmobile,” she reminded him. “People holding あなた down. あなた really want that?”
He shuddered. “Hell no. Okay, right, after you.” They were standing on the sidewalk of Morganville’s blood bank, with its big cheerful blood-drop character sign and scrupulously clean public entrance. Claire pecked him lightly on the cheek, escaped before he could pull her close again, and pushed the door open.
Inside, the place looked like they’d 与えられた it a makeover—more cheerfully lit than the last time she’d been in, and the new furniture looked comfortable and homey. They’d even installed a 魚 tank full of brightly colored tropicals flitting around living coral. Nice. Clearly, the ヴァンパイア were trying to put their best efforts to reassure the human community, for a change.
The lady sitting behind the counter looked up and smiled. She was human, and sort of motherly, and she pulled Claire’s records and raised her thin, graying eyebrows. “Oh,” she said. “You know, you’re entirely paid up for the year. There’s no need—”
“It’s voluntary,” Claire said. “Is that okay?”
“Voluntary?” The woman repeated the word as if it was something from a foreign language. “Well, I suppose . . .” She shook her head, clearly thinking Claire was mental, and turned her smile on Shane. “And you, honey?”
“Collins,” he said. “Shane Collins.”
She pulled out his card, and up went the eyebrows, again. “You are definitely not paid up, Mr. Collins. In fact, you’re sixty days behind. Again.”
“I’ve been busy.” He didn’t crack a smile. Neither did she.
She stamped his card, wrote something on it, and returned it to the file, then handed them both slips of paper. “Through the door,” she said. “Do あなた want to be in the room together, または separately?”
“Together,” they both chorused, and looked at each other. Claire couldn’t help a bit of a smirk, and Shane rolled his eyes. “She’s kind of a coward,” he said. “Faints at the sight of blood.”
“Oh, please,” Claire sighed. “That does describe one of us, though.”
The receptionist, for all her motherly looks, clearly wasn’t sympathetic. “Fine,” she 発言しました briskly. “Second door on the right, there are two chairs in there. I’ll get an attendant for you.”
“Yeah, about that . . . could あなた get us a human?” Shane asked. “It creeps me out when a guy’s draining my blood and I hear his stomach rumble.”
Claire punched him in the arm this time, an unmistakable shut up, and gave the receptionist a sunny smile as she dragged him toward the door she’d indicated. “Really,” she 発言しました to him, “would it be that hard just to not say anything?”
“Kinda,” he shrugged, and held the door open for her. “Ladies first.”
“I’m really starting to think あなた are a scaredy-cat.”
“No, I’m just flawlessly polite.” He gave her a sideways glance, and said, with a curious seriousness, “I’d go first in any fight, for you.”
Shane had always been someone who best expressed 愛 によって being protective, but now it was deliberate, a way for him to make up for how far he’d let his anger and aggression get the best of him. Even at his worst he hadn’t hurt her, but he’d come close, frighteningly close, and that lingered between them like a shadow.
“Shane,” she said, and paused to look him full in the face. “If it comes to that, I’d fight beside you. Not behind you.”
He smiled a little, and nodded as they started moving again. “I’d still jump on the first bullet. Hope you’re okay with that.”
She shouldn’t have been, really, but the thought, and the emotion behind it, gave her another little flush of warmth as she walked down the carpeted hallway and into the 秒 room on the right. Like the rest of the human side of the collection center, the 宇宙 felt warm and comfortable; the reclining chairs were leather, または some vinyl approximation. The speakers overhead were playing something acoustic and soft, and Claire relaxed in the chair as Shane wriggled around in his.
He went very still as the door opened, and their attendant stepped inside.
“No way,” Claire said. First, their attendant was a vampire. Second, it was Oliver. Oh, he was wearing a white lab コート and carrying a clipboard and looked vaguely official, but it was Oliver. “What exactly is the second-in-command of vampire affairs doing drawing blood?”
“Yeah, and aren’t あなた needed pulling エスプレッソ at the coffee shop?” Shane added, with a totally unnecessary edge of snark. Oliver was often found behind the counter at the coffee shop, but he wasn’t needed there. He just liked doing it, and Shane knew that. When あなた were as (presumably) rich and (absolutely) powerful a vampire as Oliver, あなた could do whatever あなた damn well wanted.
“There’s been flu going around,” Oliver said, ignoring Shane’s tone as he took out the blood-draw supplies and laid them out on trays. “I understand they’re short-staffed today. Occasionally, I do pitch in.”
Somehow, that didn’t quite feel like the whole story, even if it was true. Claire eyed him mistrustfully as he scooted a rolling スツール up beside her and tied the tourniquet in place on her upper arm, then handed her a red rubber ball to squeeze as he prepared the needle. “I assume you’re going first,” he said, “given Shane’s usual attitude.” That was delivered with every bit as dry an edge as Shane’s sarcasm, and Shane opened his mouth, then subsided, lips thinning into a stubborn line. Good, she thought. He was trying, at least.
“Sure,” she said. She managed not to wince as his cold fingers palpated her arm, feeling for veins, and focused on his face. Oliver always seemed to be older than many of the other vamps, though she couldn’t quite pin down why: his hair, maybe, which was threaded with gray streaks and tied back in a hippie-style ponytail just now. There weren’t many lines on his face, really, but she always just snapshotted him as middle–aged, and when she really stared, she couldn’t say why he impressed her that way.
Mostly he just seemed もっと見る cynical than the others.
He was wearing a black tee under a gray pull-on sweater today, and blue jeans, very relaxed; it wasn’t too different from what Shane was wearing, actually, except that Shane managed to make his look edgy and fashionable.
The needle slid in with a short, hot burst, and then the pain subsided to a thin ache as Oliver taped it down and attached the tubing. He released the tourniquet and clamps, and Claire watched the dark red line of blood race down the plastic and out of sight, into a collection bag below. “Good,” he said. “You have excellent flow.”
“I’m—not sure how I feel about that, actually.”
He shrugged. “It’s got fine color and pressure, and the scent is quite crisp. Very nice.”
Claire felt even less good once he’d 発言しました that; he described it like a wine enthusiast talking about his お気に入り vintage. In fact, she felt just faintly sick, and rested her head against the soft cushions while she stared at a cheerful poster tacked up on the back of the door.
Oliver moved on from her to Shane, and once she’d taken a couple of deep, calming breaths, she stopped studying the kitten picture and looked over at her boyfriend. He was tense, but trying not to seem it; she could read that in the slightly pale, set face and the way his shoulders had tightened, emphasizing the muscles under the sweater. He rolled up his sleeve without a word, and Oliver—likewise silent—put the tourniquet in place and handed him another ball to squeeze. Unlike Claire, who was barely able to dent the thing, Shane almost flattened it when he pressed. His veins were visible to her even across the room, and Oliver barely skimmed fingertips over them, not meeting Shane’s eyes at all, then slipped the needle in so quickly and smoothly that Claire almost missed it. “Two pints,” he told Shane. “You’ll still be behind on your schedule, but I suppose we shouldn’t drain あなた much もっと見る at once.”
“You sound disappointed.” Shane’s voice came out faint and thready, and he put his head back against the cushions as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Damn, I hate this. I really do.”
“I know,” Oliver said. “Your blood reeks of it.”
“If あなた keep that up, I’m going to パンチ you.” Shane 発言しました it softly, but he meant it. There was a muscle tight as steel cable in his jaw, and his hand pumped the rubber ball in convulsive squeezes. Oliver released the tourniquet and clamps, and Shane’s blood moved down the tube.
“Can I specify a user for my donation?” Claire asked. That drew Oliver’s attention, and even Shane cracked an eyelid to glance at her. “Since mine’s voluntary anyway.”
“Yes, I suppose,” Oliver said, and took out a black marker. “Name?”
“The hospital,” she said. “For emergencies.”
He gave her a long, measured stare, and then shrugged and put a simple クロス symbol on the bag—already a quarter full—before returning it to the holder beside her chair.
Shane opened his mouth, but Oliver said, “Don’t even consider saying it. Yours is already spoken for.”
Shane responded to that with a gagging sound.
“Precisely why it’s not earmarked for my account,” Oliver said. “I do have standards. Now, if either of あなた feel any nausea または weakness, press the button. Otherwise, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
He rose and walked toward the door, but hesitated with his hand on the knob. He turned back to them and said, “I received the invitation.”
For a moment, Claire didn’t know what he was talking about, but then she said, “Oh. The party.”
“The engagement party,” he said. “You should speak with your フレンズ about the . . . political situation.”
“I—what? What are あなた talking about?”
Oliver’s eyes held hers, and she was wary of some kind of vamp compulsion, but he didn’t seem to be trying at all. “I’ve already tried to warn Michael,” he said. “This is unwise. Very unwise. The vampire community in Morganville is already . . . restless; they feel humans have been 与えられた too much freedom, too much license in their activities of late. There was always a clearly drawn relationship of—”
“Serial killers and victims?” Shane put in.
“Protector and those Protected,” Oliver said, flashing a scowl at her boyfriend. “One that is of necessity free of too much emotional complication. It’s an obligation, which ヴァンパイア can understand. This—connection between Michael and your human friend Eve is . . . raw and messy. Now that they threaten to sanction it with legal status . . . there is resistance. On both sides, from ヴァンパイア and humans alike.”
“Wait,” Shane said. “Are あなた seriously telling us that people don’t want them to get married?”
“There is a certain sense that it is not appropriate, nor wise, to allow vampire/human intermarriage.”
“That’s racist!”
“It has nothing to do with race,” Oliver said. “It has everything to do with species. ヴァンパイア and humans have a set relationship, and from the vampire standpoint, it’s one of a predator.”
“I still think あなた mean parasite.”
Oliver’s temper flared, which was dangerous; his face changed, literally shifted, as if the monster underneath was trying to get out. Then it faded, but it left a feeling in the room, a tingling shock that made even Shane shut up, at least for now. “Some don’t want Michael and Eve to marry,” he said. “You may take it from me that even those who are indifferent believe that it will go badly for all involved. It’s unwise. I’ve told him this, and I’ve tried to tell her. Now I’m telling あなた to stop them.”
“We can’t!” Claire said, appalled. “They 愛 each other!”
“That has exactly nothing to do with what I am saying,” the vampire told her, and opened the door to the room. “I care nothing about their feelings. I am talking about the reality of the situation. A marriage is politically disastrous, and will ignite issues that are best left smoldering. Tell them that. Tell them it will be stopped, one way または another. Best if they stop it themselves.”
“But—”
The door shut on whatever she was going to say, and anyway, Claire wasn’t sure she really had any idea. She looked over at Shane, who seemed just as speechless as she was.
But he was, of course, the first to recover his voice. “Well,” he said, “I told him so.”
“Shane!”
“Look, ヴァンパイア and humans together have never been a good idea. It’s like ネコ and mice hooking up. Always ends badly for the mouse.”
“It’s not ヴァンパイア and humans. It’s Eve and Michael.”
“Which is different how, exactly?”
“It—just is!”
Shane sighed and put his head back against the cushions. “Fine,” he said. “But no way am I breaking Eve’s heart. あなた get to tell her the wedding’s off, courtesy of the vampire almost-boss. Just let me know, so I can put my headphones on the going-deaf setting first to drown out the screaming and wailing.”
“You are such a coward.”
“I am bleeding into a bag,” he pointed out. “I think I’ve achieved some kind of anti-coward merit badge.”
She threw her red rubber ball at him.
Not that Claire hadn’t secretly seen all this coming.
She hadn’t wanted to believe it. She’d been involved in all the party preparations—Eve had insisted. Between the two of them, they’d planned absolutely everything, from the napkins (black) on the tablecloths (silver) to the paper color on the invitations (black, again, with silver ink). It had been fun, of course, sitting there having girl time, picking out お花 and 食 and party favors, setting up playlists for the music, and best of all picking out clothes.
It had been only this week, as everything got . . . well, real . . . that Claire had begun feeling that maybe it wasn’t all just fairy tales and ice cream. Walking with Eve downtown had turned into a whole new experience, a shocking one; Claire was used to being ignored, または (more recently) being looked at with some weird wariness; wearing the Founder of Morganville’s pin in her 襟, 首輪 had earned her an entirely unwanted (possibly undeserved) reputation as a badass.
But this week, walking with Eve, she’d seen hate, close up.
Oh, it wasn’t obvious または anything. . . . It came in sidelong glances, in the tightening of people’s lips and the clipped way people spoke to Eve, if they spoke at all. Morganville had changed somewhat, in these past couple of years, and one of the most important changes had been that people were no longer afraid to 表示する what they felt. Claire had thought that was a positive change.
At first, Claire had figured the dissing was just isolated incidents, and then she’d thought that maybe it was just the normal small-town politics at work. Eve was a Goth, she was easily recognizable, and although she was crushingly funny, she could also piss people off who didn’t get her.
This was different, though. The look people had in their eyes for Eve . . . that had been contempt. または anger. または disgust.
Eve hadn’t seemed to notice at first, but Claire detected a weakening in her usual glossy armor of humor about midway through their last shopping trip—about the time that an unpleasant lady with church hair had walked away from the counter while Eve was checking out with a bagful of stuff for the party. As she walked away, the Church Lady had reached out to mess with a stacked display of sunglasses, and Claire had caught sight of something odd.
The woman was too old for a tattoo—at least, too old for a fresh one—but there was a デザイン inked on her arm, still red around the edges. Claire saw only a glimpse of it, but it looked like some kind of familiar shape.
A stake. It was a symbol of a stake.
Another, younger lady had come hustling from the back of the ショップ to wait on Eve, flushed and flustered. She’d avoided meeting their eyes, and had 発言しました the bare minimum to get them out of the store. Church Lady hadn’t bothered to look at them at all.
Claire had waited until they were safely out of earshot of any passersby before she said, “So, did あなた see the tat? Freaky.”
“The stake?” Eve’s black-painted lips were tight, and even in sunlight, her kohl-rimmed eyes looked shadowed. Her Urban Decay makeup normally looked really cool, but in the harsh winter sunlight, Claire thought it looked a little . . . desperate. Not just crying out for attention, but screaming for it. “Yeah, it’s the new big thing. Stake tats. Even the geezers are lining up for them. Human pride and all that crap.”
“Is that why—”
“Why the 雌犬 refused to wait on me?” Eve tossed her black-dyed shag hair back from her pale face in a defiant shake. “Yeah, probs. Because I’m a traitor.”
“Not any もっと見る than I am!”
“No, あなた signed up for Protection, and あなた made a really good deal at it, too—they respect that. What they don’t respect is sleeping with the enemy.” Eve looked stubborn, but there was despair in it, too. “Being a fang-banger.”
“Michael’s not the enemy, and you’re not—how can anybody think that?”
“There’s always been this undercurrent in Morganville. Us and them, あなた know. The us doesn’t have fangs.”
“But—you 愛 each other.” Claire didn’t know what surprised her もっと見る . . . that the Morganville folks were turning on Eve, of all people, または that she wasn’t もっと見る surprised によって that herself. People were petty and stupid sometimes, and even as fabulous as Michael was, some people just would never see him as anything but a walking pair of fangs.
True, he was no fluffy puppy; Michael was capable of really bringing the violence, but only when he absolutely had to do it. He liked avoiding fights, not causing them, and at his heart, he was loyal and kind and shy.
Hard to lump all that under the vampire, therefore evil label.
An old cowboy, complete with hat and boots and a sheepskin-lined jeans jacket, passed the two of them on the sidewalk. He gave Eve a bitter, narrow glare, and spat up something nasty right in front of her shiny high-heeled patent leather shoes.
Eve lifted her chin and kept walking.
“Hey!” Claire said, turning toward the cowboy in an outraged fury, but Eve grabbed her arm and dragged her along. “Wait—he—”
“Lesson number one in Morganville,” Eve said. “Keep walking. Just keep walking.”
And they had. Eve hadn’t 発言しました another word about it; she’d put on bright, fragile smiles and when Michael had come ホーム from teaching at the 音楽 store, they’d sat together on the ソファー, ソファ and cuddled and whispered, but Claire didn’t think Eve had told him about the attitudes.
Now this thing with Oliver, telling her outright that the marriage was off, または else.
Very, very bad.
“So,” she 発言しました to Shane as they walked home, arms linked, hands in their pockets to hide from the icy whipping chill of the wind. “What am I going to say to Eve? Or, God, to Michael?”
“Nothing,” Shane said.
“But あなた 発言しました I should—”
“I reconsidered. I’m not Oliver’s messenger monkey, and neither are you. If he wants to play Lord of the Manor with those two, he can come do it himself.” Shane grinned fiercely. “I would pay to see that. Michael does not like to be told he can’t do something. Especially something to do with Eve.”
“Do あなた think—” Oh, this was dangerous territory, and Claire hesitated before taking a step into it. Filled with land mines, this was. “God, I can’t believe I’m asking this, but . . . do あなた think Michael’s really serious about her? I mean, あなた know him better than I do. Longer, anyway. I get the sense, sometimes, that he has … doubts.”
Shane was silent for a long moment—too long, she thought—and then he said, “You’re asking if he’s serious about loving her?”
“No, I know he loves her. But marrying her . . .”
“Marriage is a big word for all guys,” Shane said. “You know that. It’s kind of an allergy. We get itchy and sweaty just trying to spell it, much less do it.”
“So あなた think he’s nervous?”
“I think—I think it’s a big deal. Bigger for him and Eve than for most people.” Shane kept his eyes down, fixed on the sidewalk and the steps they were taking. “Look, ask him, okay? This is girl talk. I don’t do girl talk.”
She punched him in the shoulder. “Ass.”
“That’s better. I was starting to feel like we should go shoe shopping または something.”
“Being a girl is not a bad thing!”
“No.” He took his hand out of his pocket and put his arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. “If I could be half the girl あなた are, I’d be—wow, I have no idea where I was going with that, and it just turned out uncomfortable, all of a sudden.”
“Jackass.”
“You like being a girl—that’s good. I like being a guy—that’s also good.”
“Next you’ll be all Me, Tarzan, you, Jane!”
“I’ve seen あなた stick arrows in vampires. Not too damn likely I’d be thumping my chest and trying to tell あなた I wear the loincloth around here.”
“And あなた changed the subject. Michael. Eve.”
He held up his left hand. “I swear, I have no idea what Michael’s thinking. Guys don’t spend all their time trying to mind-read each other.”
“But—”
“Like I said. If あなた want to know, ask him. Michael doesn’t lie worth a damn, anyway. Not to people he cares about.”
That was true, または at least it always had been before. A particularly cold スラッシュ of wind cut at the exposed skin of Claire’s throat and face, and she shivered and burrowed closer to Shane’s warm side.
“Before あなた ask,” Shane said, bending his head low to hers, “I 愛 you.”
“I wasn’t going to ask.”
“Oh, あなた were going there in your head. And I 愛 you. Now it’s your turn.”
She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, または the warmth that burst up inside her, a summer contrast to the winter’s day. “Well, あなた know, I’m still analyzing how I feel, in my completely girly way.”
“Oh, now that’s just low.”
She turned, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him. Shane’s lips were chilled and a little dry, but they warmed up, and a lick of her tongue softened the キッス into silk and velvet. He tasted like coffee and キャラメル and a dark, spiced undertone that was all his own. A taste she craved, every day, every hour, every minute.
Shane made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, picked her up around the waist, and moved her backward until she felt a cold brick ウォール against her shoulders. Then he set about really キス her—deep, sweet, hot, intent. She ロスト herself in it, drifting and delirious, until he finally came up for air. The look in his brown eyes was focused and dreaming at the same time, and his smile was . . . dangerous. “Are あなた still analyzing?” he asked.
“Hmmm,” Claire said, and pressed against him. “I think I’ve come to a conclusion.”
“Damn, I hope not. I’ve still got a lot of ways left to try to make my case.”
Someone cleared a throat near them, and it was unexpected enough to make Shane take a giant step back and turn, putting himself between the 情報源 of that noise and Claire. Protecting her, as always. Claire shook her head in exasperation and moved to her right, standing 次 to him.
The throat clearing had come from Father Joe. The priest of Morganville’s Catholic church was a man in his early thirties, with red hair and freckles and kind eyes, and the smile he gave them was only just a touch judgmental. “Don’t mean to disturb you,” he said, which was a lie, but maybe only a small one. “Claire, I wanted to thank あなた for coming to last Sunday’s choir practice. あなた have a very nice voice.”
She blushed—partly because a priest had just closely observed her thinking very impure thoughts about her boyfriend, and partly because she wasn’t used to those kinds of compliments. “It’s not very strong,” she said. “But I like to sing, sometimes.”
“You just need practice,” he said. “I hope we’ll see あなた again at mass.” He raised those eyebrows at her, then nodded to Shane. “You’re always invited, too.”
“Thanks for asking,” Shane said, almost sincerely.
“But あなた won’t come.”
“Not too damn likely, Father.”
Claire continued to blush, because as Father Joe walked away, hands clasped behind his back, Shane had turned to stare at her. “Mass?” he echoed, raising his eyebrows. “Tell me you’re not confessing, too.”
“No, あなた have to be a real Catholic to do that,” she said.
“So—what was the attraction?”
“Myrnin wanted to go.” That 発言しました volumes, brief as it was. Claire’s boss—a dangerously nuts vampire who was an utter sweetheart, most of the time, until he wasn’t—was not a subject Shane really liked very much, and she hurried on as she saw his expression shift a little toward annoyance. “I went with him a couple of times as, あなた know, sanity control. But I’m もっと見る of a Unitarian, I guess. The church is nice, though. And so is Father Joe. Hey, did あなた know there’s a Jewish temple in town, too, and a mosque? They’re both really small, but they’re here. I don’t think the vamps are too welcome there, though.”
“Just don’t go telling him about, あなた know, anything personal. About us.”
“Embarrassed?”
He buffed his fingernails on his コート and looked at them with an exaggerated smugness. “Me, embarrassed? Nah, I was just worried he’d feel bad about his celibacy thing.”
“God, あなた are such a jackass.”
“That is three times you’ve called me that in one walk. あなた need a new compliment.” He tickled her, and she mock-shrieked and ran, and he chased her, and they raced each other around the block, down the street, all the way to the white fence around their not-very-attractive yard, up the walk to the big pillared porch of the peeling Victorian house. The Glass House, called that because the last (and current) owners were the Glass family—Michael being the last of that family still in residence. The rest of them were, technically, renting rooms, but over time Shane, Claire, and Eve had become Michael’s family. As close as, anyway.
As evidenced によって the fact that when Shane opened the door, he yelled out, “Put your pants on, people, we are back!”
“Shut up!” Eve yelled from somewhere upstairs. “Jackass!”
“You know, when people say that, I just hear the word awesome,” Shane said. “What’s for lunch? Because personally I am down two pints of blood and I need food. クッキー and オレンジ ジュース did not cut it.”
“Hot dogs,” Eve’s distant voice said. “And no, I didn’t make chili. You’d just criticize how I make it. But there’s relish and onions and mustard!”
“You’re a princess!” Shane called back on his way to the kitchen. “Okay, a lame Goth half-dead princess, but whatever!”
“Jack. Ass!”
Claire shook her head as she dumped her backpack on the couch. She was glowing and tingling from the run, and felt a little light-headed—probably hadn’t been smart, doing that so soon after giving blood, but that was one thing あなた learned quick in Morganville: how to run even with blood loss. Shane wandered into the kitchen, and she heard things banging around for a few minutes. He came back with two plates, one with plain hot dogs, one with hot イヌ buried under a mound of whatever that stuff was—onions, relish, mustard, probably hot sauce, too.
Claire took the plain plate. He dug a can of コーラ out of his pocket and handed that over, too. “You’re officially no longer a jackass,” she told him, as he thumped down on the ソファー, ソファ beside her and started shoveling 食 in his mouth. He mumbled something and winked at her, and she ate in slow, measured bites as she thought about what she was going to do about Eve.
Shane finished his plate first—not surprisingly—and took hers away into the kitchen, leaving her holding the 秒 hot dog. He was gone—conveniently—when Eve came downstairs. Her poufy black net スカート brushed the ウォール with a strange hiss as she descended, like a snake’s, and Eve did look poisonously fierce, Claire thought. A leather corset and jacket, skull-themed tights under the skirt, a black leather choker with spikes, and loads of makeup. She flung herself on the ソファー, ソファ in Shane’s deserted spot and thumped her booted feet up on the coffee 表, テーブル with a jingle of chrome chain.
“I can’t believe あなた actually got him to donate without some kind of four-point restraint system,” Eve said, and reached for the game controller. Not that the TV was on, but she liked to fiddle with things, and the controller was perfect. On her left hand, the diamond engagement ring twinkled softly in the light. It was a silver ring, not gold; Eve didn’t do gold. But the diamond was beautiful. “You’re going to be around on Saturday to decorate, right?”
“Right,” Claire agreed, and took a bite of her hot dog. She was still hungry, and focused hard on the delicious taste to take her mind off what Oliver had said. “Anything あなた want me to get?”
Eve smiled, a happy curve of dark red lips, and dug in the pocket of her jacket. She came out with a piece of paper, which she handed over. “Thought you’d never ask, maid of honor,” she said. “I had some trouble finding the right party supplies. I was hoping maybe you’d take a look . . . ?”
“Sure,” Claire said. It was a long list, and she silently mourned the loss of her 日 off.
“Ah—Eve—?”
“Yeah?” Eve ran her hand through her shag-cut hair, fluffing it out into the appropriate puffball thickness. “Hey, do あなた think this is too much for meeting with Father Joe?”
Claire blinked as she tried to put the image of Eve’s combat boots and stiff net スカート into the same 宇宙 with Father Joe. She gave up and said, “Probably.”
“Awesome. I was going for over-the-top. That way, no matter what I wear to the party, it’ll be a relief.”
Eve had a logic all her own, and usually it was awesomely amusing, but right now, Claire was focused on something else. Shane wasn’t going to like it, and truthfully she didn’t much enjoy it, either, but she felt like she had to speak up. That was what フレンズ did, right? Speak up even when it was hard.
“I need to tell あなた something,” Claire said. There must have been something serious in her voice, because Eve stopped fiddling with the controller and put it aside. She turned, putting one knee up on the couch, and faced Claire directly. Now that she had Eve’s undivided attention, though, Claire felt suddenly tongue-tied, and there was a suspicious absence of Shane as backup . . . and no sound from the kitchen. He was probably lurking on the other side of the door, listening.
Chicken.
Eve saved her from the unbearable tension によって saying, in a very level voice, “Oliver talked to you, didn’t he?”
Claire pulled in a deep, relieved breath. “You know.”
“Oh, he’s been dropping hints like atomic bombs for about a 月 now,” Eve said. “Everything short of ordering Michael to call it off.” Her dark eyes studied Claire’s face, all too knowing. “He told あなた to tell us to call it off.” Claire just nodded. Eve’s lips slowly spread into a wicked smile. “See, I always wanted to turn this town upside down, and we are so doing that. I can just hear him now. Back in my day, humans knew their place. What’s next, marrying cattle? イヌ and cats, living together.”
Her impersonation of Oliver’s accent and impatience was so dead-on that Claire burst out laughing, a little guiltily. She heard the キッチン door スイング open behind her, and when she glanced back, she saw Shane standing there, arms folded, leaning against the ウォール as he watched the two of them. “So,” he said. “Vamp Central Command doesn’t want あなた guys getting hitched. What are あなた going to do?”
“Piss them off,” Eve said. “You with me?”
Shane’s smile was every bit as dark and wicked as Eve’s. “You know it.”
“See, I knew I could count on あなた for quality mayhem, my man.” Eve settled her focus back on Claire again. “What about you?”
“Me?”
“I know you’re フレンズ with them,” Eve said. “Lots もっと見る than me または Shane. This is going to put あなた in the middle. I don’t like that, but it’s going to happen.”
“Oliver already tried to put me in the middle, but as far as I’m concerned, who あなた marry is none of his damn business,” Claire said. “I just wanted to make sure あなた knew what was happening.”
“And what about Amelie?”
“It’s none of her business, either. This can’t be the first time a human and a vampire got married.”
“It isn’t.”
They all jumped—Eve included—because Michael was standing at the 上, ページのトップへ of the stairs, looking over the railing at them, looking casual and rumpled and fresh out of bed. His シャツ was still half-unbuttoned.
“Sorry,” he said. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” He kept fastening his シャツ on the way down, which was—from a purely objective point of view, Claire thought virtuously—kind of a pity. “It isn’t the first time a vampire and a human have gotten married in Morganville, and that’s the problem.” He was a tall boy—and, oddly for a vampire, he was almost exactly as old as he looked, which was アナと雪の女王 somewhere around eighteen. It was a weird thought, but Shane looked just a little bit older now than when Claire had first met him, and Michael didn’t. And never would.
He settled into his usual chair, the one where his ギター was lying in its case 次 to it. He was like Eve; he had to have something to do with his hands, and in his case, his default was the guitar. He went for it immediately, and began picking out soft chords and notes, tuning the strings as he went.
“Well?” Shane said, and sat on the arm of the sofa beside Claire. “You can’t leave it like that, man.”
Michael glanced at him, a flash of big blue eyes, and then set his gaze at a 安全, 安全です middle distance. His 音楽 face, Claire thought, the one that he put up like a shield. One place he wasn’t looking was at Eve. At all. And that just wasn’t right.
“It was before my time,” he said. “Back in the sixties, I guess, a vamp named Pavel hooked up with a girl named Jenny, and it got serious. They got married.”
Silence, except for the steady, relentless whisper of his fingers on the strings of the guitar. Eve was staring at him intensely, and finally said, “You haven’t told me this.”
That broke through his shell for a second, and he glanced over at her, an apologetic and gentle look. “Sorry,” he said. “I was trying to think how to do it, because it’s not a happy ending.”
“Didn’t think it was,” she said. Eve sounded very steady, very adult. “But every story’s tragic somewhere along the way. あなた just have to know where to stop telling the story to make it a happy ending.”
“Well, this one doesn’t have any happy middles, either,” Michael said. “They were married for about a month, and Pavel killed her. He didn’t mean to do it, he just . . . couldn’t cope.”
“Why?” Claire asked. Michael raised his eyebrows, just a twitch, and got a very odd look on his face, as if he was trying to think how to phrase his reply.
Finally, he said, “He wasn’t used to being around humans on a daily basis. In particular, not around girls.”
“And she pissed him off?” Shane asked.
“Not exactly—you really don’t want to know.”
“Yeah,” Shane said, frowning. “I kinda do.”
Michael now looked truly uncomfortable. “There are times when it’s hard to be around girls when you’re a vampire. Look, don’t make me draw あなた a picture, okay?”
“I don’t—” Eve’s face went blank, and she looked over at Claire. “Oh. Oh.”
Claire shrugged, mystified for just another second, and then she got it, too.
Once a month. And ヴァンパイア could smell blood.
She imagined her expression looked pretty much like Eve’s.
Shane slowly sat down on the ソファー, ソファ 次 to Claire. “That is . . . epically disgusting,” Shane said, “and I don’t think I will ever, ever get that out of my brain again, man. Thanks.”
“Told あなた あなた didn’t want to know,” Michael said. “Anyway, Pavel didn’t expect it, and he ロスト control and killed her. Then her family came after him and killed him. The vamps arrested her father and brother and executed them; some 発言しました they weren’t even the ones who did it. It started the whole human underground resistance, and a bunch of them attacked the vampire districts and tried to burn them down. People and ヴァンパイア got hurt, some got killed. Morganville was chaos for a while. It was bad.”
They all let that sit in silence for a few seconds, and then Eve said, “And now, what? Amelie’s afraid our story’s going to end the same way? With her cleaning up the mess?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Michael said. He’d lowered his head while he was talking, focusing on his guitar, but now he looked up and directly at her, blue eyes clear and honest. “But we both know the risks, Eve.”
“Honey, it’s not the same thing at all. If あなた were going to snap, you’d have already done it—you’ve been living in a house with three heartbeats and two girls for how long now? You’re not going to make a mistake, because you’ve already proved あなた know how to handle—this.” She waved at them, the whole situation, everything. “You 発言しました it yourself, Pavel hardly ever came in contact with a pulse. He got overwhelmed—too much too soon. You’re already used to it.”
“What if I’m not?” he asked softly. “You really think about what might happen?”
She pulled in a deep breath. “All the time, Michael. I’m the one who’s risking my life, after all.”
Shane cleared his throat. “If あなた guys want to have some kind of serious convo, let me clear the hell out.”
“No, あなた stay,” Eve commanded. “Everybody stays. Everybody needs to hear this, right, Michael? If Amelie wants to come down from the mountain and tell あなた stop the wedding, what are あなた going to do about it?”
He looked—well, there was no other word for it than miserable. He looked down again, strummed a few chords, actually hit a wrong note. She saw him flinch, and he deliberately waited a few long 秒 before he said, “I’d do what’s right.”
