Chapter 15
The gym turned out to be filled with state-of-the-art equipment. Good for whoever lived here, but useless for me. However, it had a large exercise mat, some free weights, and a knotted rope suspended from the high ceiling. I made the most out of those three things, forcing my aching body through a series of routines I’d used when I was training for competition.
I had the room to myself for the first two hours, then I heard voices right before the door banged open. A group of twenty-somethings entered, chatting in what I now recognized as Romanian. They stopped short when they noticed me dangling from the rope upside down, my black hair fanning out underneath me.
“Hi,” I said, feeling self-conscious as I realized that I probably looked strange. “Any of you speak English?”
“Most of us,” a husky, curly-haired guy replied, to other murmurs of assent. He started to grin. “What are you doing?”
“Sit-ups,” I said, demonstrating by hoisting myself up until my face touched my thigh. “Works more muscles this way.”
“I bet it does,” he said, still staring at me.
I uncoiled the rope from around my leg and climbed down. My abs had been killing me anyway. Once I was back on the ground, I smiled at the group.
“I’m Leila,” I said, using my real name because everyone else here called me that.
I knew the moment they saw the scar. A collective wince seemed to ripple over the group, though it took longer for some of the guys since they checked out my body before getting to my face. I kept my smile in place, used to this reaction.
“It’s from an accident when I was a kid,” I said by way of explanation. If I didn’t offer any information, people would just ask. That I was also used to.
“Oh, how awful,” a pretty, petite, strawberry-blond girl said in heavily accented English.
“Glad you, uh, healed up,” the curly-haired guy replied awkwardly. “Nice to meet you. I’m Ben, and as you can tell from my accent, I’m American, too. This is Joe, Damon, Tom, Angie, Sandra, and Kate, but her English isn’t good so she’ll probably just grunt at you.”
“Well, her English is better than my Romanian, so she’s got me beat,” I replied, waving at everyone.
“Are you . . . new to residing here?” the strawberry blonde introduced as Sandra asked.
I assumed that was a nice way to inquire if I was going to be a live-in donor, and I stumbled over my reply.
“Ah, not really. I’m just helping out Vlad with, uh, a project, but I’m leaving once it’s done.”
“Vlad?” Ben looked surprised. His gaze swept over me again. “You’re human, right?”
“Yep.” The rest of them still seemed taken aback, so I had to ask. “Why? Is it unusual for Vlad to work with a human?”
Ben’s brows rose. “We wouldn’t know. None of us see him unless he’s hungry. Then it’s bend, get bitten, and beat it.”
Now my brows went up, too. “Bend?” Did he mean—?
My expression must have given away my thought, because he hastened to add, “I mean bend as in this.” Ben tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. “Most of the others chat with us a little first. Vlad doesn’t.”
“Oh.” I felt like I should apologize even though I wasn’t the one with the wham-bam-bite-’em-ma’am record.
He shrugged. “Not a big deal. Can’t beat the benefits.” Then he smiled, looking me over again. “Hey, we’re going to a club tonight. If you’re not too busy, wanna join us?”
“There he goes again,” the tall, rangy brunet named Damon muttered.
That was my cue to leave. “Thanks, but I can’t.”
“What, too good for us breathers now?” Ben teased.
Sandra elbowed him. “Rude,” she hissed.
I gave the group a measured stare as I reconsidered leaving. They all looked normal, which meant I would usually hide the reason behind why I couldn’t go to anything as contact-heavy as a club and then avoid them at all costs. But they weren’t normal. They were the willing blood donors to a house of vampires, and either I told them about me, or I stayed away from them the whole time I was here.
I decided to take a chance. “It’s not that.” I held up my right hand. “My accident changed me. I can’t touch anyone or I’ll electrocute them, for starters.”
I had their full attention now.
“What do you mean, for starters?” From the goateed guy with the black hair named Joe. “What else can you do?”
I drew in a breath. “I see things when I touch people. Bad things, mostly, but sometimes I catch glimpses of the future.”
“No,” Sandra breathed.
“Yes,” I said a trifle grimly. Maybe I shouldn’t have told them. This might be too weird even for vampire blood donors.
Ben started to grin. “That is so cool. How bad do you electrocute people? If you touch me, can you tell me my future?”
“Ooh, I want to know mine, too!” Angie said, blue eyes bright with anticipation.
The rest of them seemed equally excited. Okay, this I wasn’t prepared for. I’d hoped they wouldn’t be repelled by me. I didn’t think I’d suddenly be popular.
“I don’t always see the future,” I hedged, starting to back away. “Most of the time, I just see people’s sins.”
“Really?” Ben looked fascinated. “If you’re not going to zap me into next week, I don’t have any sins, so touch away!”
I didn’t want to, but it had been a long time since anyone looked at me like this: with acceptance and enthusiasm. A lonely part inside me reared up and roared, Don’t screw this up, Leila! Do it!
I sighed. “Let me offload some energy first.”
So saying, I went over to the bench press. It was made of metal and bolted into the concrete for safety, so it would do. When everyone was on the rubber and foam mat, I laid my right hand on the weight bench and released my strict inner hold.
An audible zzt! followed by a flash of white later, and I felt slightly dizzy. Now I didn’t need to dump energy into the lightning rods before showering. Vlad had been quick to get those set up for me.
“Come here,” I said to Ben, waving him over.
He approached, still smiling. He was a nice-looking boy in his early twenties, and I envied his blondish-brown curls. My hair couldn’t be straighter if I ironed it every morning.
“Hold out your hand,” I said. The farther my touch was from his heart, the better, even if I had drained myself.