Chapter Three – Evangeline
“Was I like this?” I leaned against the tunnel wall, Max’s head resting on my lap, my attention riveted to the woman and man who lay motionless about ten feet away. Earlier, when Caden had led me out to them before leaving for New York City, they were already covered in puke. Much to my relief, Caden confirmed that I had missed the actual vomiting part of the transformation phase.
No, you were different.
“Of course I was.” Why did I always have to be different? “Is this normal?” Aside from some beads of sweat, I’d seen nothing to indicate that they were even alive. I certainly sensed no heartbeat.
From what I’ve seen, yes. Though, I’ve only watched this transformation a handful of times. Well, a paw-ful, Max’s deep voice rumbled inside my head, followed by that odd snorting sound that meant he was laughing.
His tacky joke made me smile and earned him an ear scratch.
“Didn’t Mortimer turn anyone before he lost the ability?”
In case you hadn’t noticed, Mortimer generally despises everyone. He wasn’t keen on creating fledglings. Said he was afraid they’d hang off him like glue.
“Hmm … I guess that makes sense,” I said as he leaned into my hand. “Hey, I thought you didn’t like being scratched like this.” Max may once have been a dog but he’s been this giant three-hundred-pound werebeast for almost four hundred years. He took offense to all comments and gestures that alluded to him still being a dog.
I suppose a few ear scratches are fine.
I could always rely on Max’s droll sense of humor. “What do you think is wrong with me?”
You mean besides the new color of your eyes?
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
I take it Caden didn’t mention it, he muttered. Sure, leave it to good ol’ Max to break the news. Why not?
I sat up straight. “Break the news about what, Max?” When he didn’t answer, I grabbed hold of one of his ears and yanked.
He grunted in pain. They may be more yellow than brown, okay?
I let go. “May be? How much more yellow? What do you mean, yellow …” Panic bubbled up. “Like Rachel’s eyes?” It seemed an eternity had passed since I last had to face that viper.
I wouldn’t say as scary as that.
His words offered zero comfort. “But they’re bad? You’re telling me they’re bad. I’m supposed to wake up beautiful and instead they gave me yellow snake eyes. Why would the Fates do that to me?” I banged my fist against the dirty stone floor.
They’re not bad. They’re just different.
I searched for a smart-ass remark, but a change in Cecile instantly pulled my thoughts away from ugly yellow eyes. “Do you see that?” I whispered excitedly. In awe, I watched as the two puncture wounds on the side of her neck, where Mage had injected her venom, began to shrink until nothing but a hint of dried blood remained. Other things changed as well. The ends of her frizzy blond hair smoothed into shiny waves, as if she’d spent hours in a salon. A small scar near her left earlobe vanished; her splotchy complexion smoothed to a porcelain finish. Even her body, already slender, seemed to fill out slightly.
Cecile’s going to wake up first, Max informed me. When she does, pierce that blood bag and shove it into her face. We may as well get them feeding right away. Saves us from having to chase them down.
I was completely enthralled, watching her transformation. My eyes darted back and forth between her and the unconscious man—Brian, I remembered Kait calling him—a man in his forties with salt-and-pepper hair. He was moving through his final stage as well.
Finally, Cecile’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing bright cornflower blue irises.
Break the bag now, Max instructed.
I listened, stabbing my thumb through the plastic. I tried to staunch the blood flow. With the blood shortage, we couldn’t waste a drop.
A second passed and Cecile was on her feet, her wide eyes taking in our primitive surroundings. She finally looked at me, quickly zoning in on the bag in my hand.
Her nostrils flared.
I tossed the bag to her feet just as those pretty eyes began to morph, as her lip curled back into a vicious sneer. She dropped to her knees, teeth sinking into the fluid. Yet again, the difference between the other fledglings and me was becoming more and more apparent.
Had the Fates made me the village idiot of fledglings?
So focused on Cecile, I hadn’t noticed that Brian had regained consciousness until he was already on his feet, his cognac-colored eyes morphing with the reaction to human blood.
Bag! Now! Max ordered.
I tossed it and Brian caught it midair, biting down until crimson spurted out the sides.
“What now?” I mumbled quietly to Max.
Grab the crate of blood and start moving toward the haulage tunnel. We need to lead them there.
Like dogs following a trail of treats, we led them back to the makeshift feeding space, tossing blood bags on the ground. Veronique and Julian remained exactly as we’d left them, cowering over their coolers. My entrance didn’t even earn a glance.
I understood now what Sofie meant. They were sitting ducks. I could probably pour gasoline all over them and light a match before they noticed.
A heavy sense of loss lingered inside. When would I get the old Julian back? Caden mentioned he’d snap out of it in a few days but what about after that? From what they’d told me, Julian wouldn’t be the friend I so cherished for a long time. Years, probably.
Uh, Evangeline? That was the only warning I got before low growls erupted behind me. I turned in time to see Brian and Cecile bolt toward Julian, their hands reaching to dive in. Apparently, the threat of having to share his blood supply was enough to momentarily break Julian’s trance.
Oh, this is not good, Max declared as Julian, Cecile, and Brian faced off. Veronique watched warily from her corner but continued to feed, her fingers flexing as if readying herself for an attack.
“No shit,” I said, rushing to the industrial-sized fridge. One container of bags remained. “What do I do?”
Split the container into two piles and set them out on the floor, farther away.
Following Max’s instructions, I retrieved the blood bags and dumped them in two piles on the other side of the tunnel. “Over here!” I announced.
In answer, Julian grabbed Brian by his shirt and launched him across the tunnel to land by my feet. Cecile followed closely. The two scrambled to their respective piles and we once again had peace.
I edged over to stand next to Max. “That was close.”
I’ll bet you’re happy to be an anomaly right about now, Max said.
“Aren’t you?” I retorted, though I mulled over his choice of word. Anomaly. Is that what I was?
Max snorted in answer.
“Isn’t this blood getting to you?”
I prefer the kill.
“Well, thank God for that because we wouldn’t have enough blood for everyone,” I said, pausing. “They’re going through it fast, though.”
We don’t have enough to sustain four of them when they’re feeding like this, Max agreed. At this rate, they’re going to run out before Sofie and the others get back.
“And then what?” I said. We couldn’t have them running loose. “This is a problem.” I pulled out my phone and hit “one” on speed dial.
No answer.
Caden had warned me not to worry. That they were just busy. Still, the ball of anxiety festered in my core. I called three more times over the course of a half hour, watching the fledglings’ supply slowly dwindle, before I realized that I was on my own here. I may have promised Caden but … “Max, I have to go find more blood. It’s as simple as that.”
You can’t leave. It’s as simple as that.
“If I don’t, we’ll be leaving anyway, to chase four blood-crazed maniacs through the countryside of New York!” I argued. “If they’re going to leave me here to babysit then I get to call the shots, not them.”
He groaned but said nothing. Probably because he knew I was right.
“Where can I get more?” I pulled on a black leather jacket that lay on the ground. Not because I’d be cold, but because a young woman walking coatless on the winter streets at night would certainly draw attention.
With a huff, Max finally suggested, Kiril’s men will know. We should be able to pick up their tracks fairly easily.
“We?” I turned to meet Max’s eyes.
You think I’m going to let you go out there alone?
I threw my hands in the air. “What do you think is going to happen to me? I’m freaking immortal now!”
Max’s tone was thick with doubt. Knowing you … something.
*
“I win!” I teased, reaching the edge of the tree line, the fluorescent lights of the small hospital ahead now visible. Max had been right; it wasn’t hard to find the wolves, likely because they found us first and had tried to force me back into the mine, thanks to Sofie’s directive. When I explained our predicament, they quickly pointed me in the direction of this hospital, thirty miles west. It took us all of ten minutes to find the hospital. Now, all we had to do was hope that there was enough blood to make this worthwhile.
Because I had to avoid the twenty trees you took out along the way, Max said, joining me only seconds later.
“Two trees!” I corrected. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t a hundred percent graceful just yet. Still, I remained boggled at the speed with which I was able to move through the woods, the deep snow providing no hindrance.
Besides, I let you win. “Whatever.” I laughed, the light musical sound different from how I remembered my laughter sounding. It caught the attention of a nurse in the parking lot, her shoulders hunched against the cold, a cigarette in hand. I doubted she could see us from that distance but we stepped into the shadows anyway.
“How hard do you think this is going to be?” I watched the nurse extinguish her cigarette before turning to head back inside. It was late and few staff seemed to be milling about.
Just try not to look like you don’t belong and you’ll be fine, Max assured me.
“Right. I guess you’re staying out here, then.” Max was slightly more conspicuous and, though he’d managed to tail me unnoticed for most of my childhood, I didn’t doubt that our luck would be tested tonight. “What if I attack someone?” Is this where my control would finally falter? At the first sound of a human heartbeat?
If you get past the desk nurse, you’ll be fine.
“And … if not?”
Then I’ll have to come and pry you off.
I bit the inside of my mouth, hesitation flooding my nerve. “They must have visitors’ hours. I can’t just walk in there like this.”
You can run past them without them even noticing! And if they do see you, then just compel them.
“I missed that part of the training course, Max,” I grumbled. How the hell did I compel someone?
Whatever you do, you’d better figure it out quickly. Remington just checked on them. Julian and Veronique are down to their last ten bags and I’m guessing Cecile and Brian won’t be willing to play sharesies.
“Crap.” We were fortunate that Max could communicate with his brothers telepathically, even at a distance. I sighed. “Okay. But when we get back, you need to teach me how to talk to you like that.” Caden and Bishop were able to talk telepathically with their werebeasts, back on Ratheus. There had to be a way for me to as well.
So you can order me around from afar? I’m so excited.
I headed for the main doors, my anxiety growing with each step, until my senses were so keenly aware of my surroundings—the lingering smell of the nurse’s cigarette, the creak of the revolving door ahead—I struggled to focus on the task at hand.
At about twenty feet away the faint beat caught in my throat, just as earlier today, in the woods behind the mine. Only this wasn’t the heartbeat of a black bear or two deer. It was the slow, rhythmic pulse of a relaxed individual.
And it didn’t bother me. It didn’t elicit any strong urges.
Still wary, I gritted my teeth as I quietly pushed through the door and moved into the front lobby, the single heartbeat growing louder with each step.
As suspected, there were visitors’ hours and, based on the prominently placed sign at the front desk, I’d missed them by a large margin. Before the heavyset receptionist could look up from her desk to tell me to leave, I bolted past, leaving only a swinging door behind.
I didn’t stop until I was beyond the “staff only” entrance in the hospital’s operating wing and standing within one of the operating rooms. It was empty—of people, of heartbeats, and of blood.
“If I were blood, where would I be …” I murmured, biting the inside of my cheek in thought as I searched the cupboards for hidden refrigeration compartments. I had never been inside a hospital, aside from my birth. By the third room, it was painfully obvious that keeping blood on hand in operating rooms was probably not standard protocol.
What if they didn’t even have blood in this tiny hospital? Kiril said the next hospital was sixty miles farther.
So intent on my worries, I missed the rhythmic thump until a woman in scrubs with short, sandy hair pushed through the door. “Excuse me. You can’t be in here!” She exclaimed, brown eyes glaring at me. She reached for the phone on the wall.
“Wait!” I called out, my hands raised, palms up in surrender as I edged closer. Her heart accelerated slightly, though not enough to indicate fear. Of course she wouldn’t be afraid of me. I looked like a simple eighteen-year-old girl.
Her fingers hammered out an extension. In seconds, there’d be a phone ringing in some tiny office with television screens and a retired cop who was probably half-asleep in his chair. Sure, I could simply run. No one would catch me. But then I’d have security on alert as I continued my search for the blood supply. What did that mean? A fight? Guns? I wanted to do this as quietly as possible.
She made it to the second number before I closed the distance and slammed my hand down over hers to the sound of crunching bone, followed by her cry of pain.
I gasped as tears streamed down her cheeks, her pulse doubling within three beats.
“I’m so sorry!” I cried out. “I didn’t mean to do that!” Her fingers, bent at awkward angles, were badly broken. When she held her hand up in front of her, her stifled sobs turned into wails.
“Shhhh!” I hissed, covering her mouth with my hand, as my ears caught the faint sound of footsteps in the hall. Still far away, but already too close for my comfort. With all the wailing, we only needed one person to walk past the door and alarms would be set off. I didn’t want to hurt anyone else.
The nurse’s sneakers squeaked as her feet edged backward toward the door
Yanking her farther into the operating room, I locked onto her terror-filled eyes. “Please! I need you to be quiet! Now!”
Her lips clamped shut and she silenced immediately.
I paused for a second, startled by how easily she’d obeyed. “I’m sorry about your hand,” I whispered, my ears now perked for more intruders. “I need you to tell me where you keep your blood.”
“Downstairs, next to the morgue. Room number one-oh-nine.”
Excitement sparked inside. I would have my hands on blood shortly. “And how do I get in there?”
“Take the stairs at the end of the hall. You’ll need my badge to get in,” she answered robotically. Gazing into her eyes, I noticed the cloudy swirl in her irises.
It finally hit me.
I’d compelled this nurse.
Despite everything, I giggled. I did it! And without anyone’s help!
Checking the name on the ID badge, I offered, “Thank you very much … Peggy. You’re going to go sit over there,” I pointed to the corner farthest from the door, “and you’re going to stay there quietly until that clock up there reads midnight.” My eyes flittered to her fingers, already beginning to swell. By midnight, her hand would look a fright. I wish I at least had an icepack to offer her. I had other concerns, though. If the fledglings broke free, I’d have more to worry about than one broken hand.
Her head bobbed up and down and then she strolled over to the corner, turned to face the clock, and plunked down.
This was too easy.
A white coat hung on the prep room just outside the OR. I pulled it on over my clothing and made my way to the stairwell. The basement of this small hospital was exactly as I’d expected: dark, dingy, the heady odor of bleach and used bedpans permeating the air. The lights flickered in and out as I ran down the hall, scanning the room numbers, like a scene out of an old horror film.
Finding room 109, I swiped Peggy’s security badge. When the light flashed green, I barged in.
The steady thump of another human heartbeat caught me off guard. A tall, lanky man hovered over two metal containers, a clipboard in hand, furiously scribbling something. His plain white uniform and jacket sported a blood transportation company logo. A visitor’s badge hung from his neck. Not sure why he was down here at this time of night, but I wasn’t going to complain. I was simply going to relieve him of his product.
His eyes narrowed as he studied my face. He glanced at my borrowed name tag. “You are not Dr. Magnotta.”
I countered with a light stammer, “Yes, I am.”
He blinked twice. And then smirked. “Dr. Magnotta is a sixty-year-old Italian man with a beard.” Turning to give me his full attention, he demanded, “Who let you down here?”
I guess compulsion wasn’t as easy as I had thought.
While I frantically grappled with what my next move should be, the man set his clipboard down and marched over to take hold of my wrist. “Okay, young lady. It’s time we went upstairs to visit security.”
I swung my arm out, intent on shaking his grip. In the next second, his lanky frame sailed backward, crashing into the tall refrigeration unit. With one, two, three blinks, his eyes settled back into his head and he slid down into a heap, the stainless door dented to the shape of his body, a streak of blood smearing where his head had dragged.
I stood still for a moment, mouth agape, waiting for him to regain consciousness.
But when the constant throb of his heartbeat in my throat faded, I knew that he wouldn’t be waking up ever again. My hands flew to cover my mouth, to suppress the scream from escaping.
I had just unwittingly killed a man.
If I were still human, I would crumble to the ground in sobs. But instead, a warm wave of shock coursed through my body. I embraced the numbness, knowing I needed to get the hell out of there before I accidently hurt someone else. Or worse.
The containers that the man had been hovering over were filled with blood bags. Maybe enough to tide over Julian and the others. The paperwork suggested that he was here doing an emergency blood transport to another hospital closer to the city. I got here just in time.
Stacking the boxes, I wasted no time tearing down the hall and up the stairs. I kicked open the exit door and stepped into the cool night air. There, parked in the spot next to the loading dock, was a blood transportation truck.
Wait … Perhaps … No, that would be too easy.
I glanced around to find no one watching. Setting the containers on the ground, I ran back inside to the blood bank and rifled through the dead guy’s pockets. Keys!
Despite the somber situation, when I opened the back of the truck, I couldn’t help but smile. It was full of blood. I quickly hopped into the driver’s seat, cranked the engine, and yanked on a lever until a “D” lit up, assuming that meant “drive”. The truck lurched forward.
I tried not to speed through the parking lot to where I’d left Max, a mixture of exhilaration and fear coursing through my limbs. Slowing to a stop, I threw open the passenger side door and a large black shadow hopped in.
You’ve never driven anything before, Max stated.
“Bumper car at the local fair,” I countered, gunning it out of the parking lot. It wouldn’t be long before someone discovered the delivery guy or the nurse. I needed to be far away from here when they did. The last thing I wanted were police chasing me. I had no interest in learning what bullets through my body felt like.
What’s the rush?
The back end of the truck fishtailed as I rounded a corner. “I accidently killed a man!”
Killed as in …
“Slammed his head against a wall. It was an accident. I swear. I didn’t mean to …” My voice drifted with the weight of my guilt.
Max was silent for a moment, likely sensing my distress. Well, just be careful. We need to get this truck to the mines.
Three wrong turns, two speeding police cars heading toward the hospital, and forty-five minutes later—it would’ve been faster by foot—I pulled over onto the narrow shoulder. The mine was two miles inbound, with no driveways to get us all the way there.
They’ll be looking for this truck by now and this road is too busy for someone not to report it, Max warned. We need to get this truck hidden now.
As if to prove his point, blue and red flashing lights appeared in my side view mirror. They were far in the distance—too far to identify us—but they looked to be moving at high speeds. “Crap! What do I do?”
You won’t outrun them. His long snout pointed ahead. Hit the lights and put us into the ditch over there. No one will see it, unless they’re looking.
“You mean over that cliff?”
Max snorted. You scared?
“No, just …” The idea of intentionally driving the truck over a cliff had me all kinds of nervous. “Can’t we run it off some other way?” Maybe a stick and a rock on the gas pedal?
Another quick glance in the side view showed the other flashing lights disappear into a valley. We didn’t have time for that and we couldn’t still be sitting here when it reappeared over the crest. “I hope this is a good idea, Max.” I hit the lights and punched the gas pedal lightly until the truck rolled forward. The front wheels finally caught the edge and then we were quickly doing a nosedive off the road. The airbags inflated, filling the interior of the truck. An eye-watering pain punched me in the nose. I assumed the force had broken it but the pain lasted only a few seconds before the throb subsided.
I’d never get used to that.
“Max, are you okay?”
Glass smashed, followed by a loud creak of metal and branches snapping outside. Of course I am. And so are you. I pushed on the handle but the door had been jammed by the impact. Throwing my side into it, the entire thing fell off its hinges. I tumbled out, landing spread eagle in the snow. “Isn’t my kind supposed to be more graceful?” I grumbled. Clambering to my hands and knees, I found chunks of the cell phone that Caden had given me lying in the snow, smashed in my escape. “Dammit!” A nauseating ball sprouted inside. How would I get hold of him now?
My hands froze with the sound of the approaching car. If it stopped, what would I do? I couldn’t simply run. I needed the blood in this truck. I also couldn’t have the police reporting our location and causing problems if they followed our tracks to the mine.
I would have to hurt them, something I had no interest in doing.
When the car sped past without slowing, its colored lights flashing against the night sky, I let out a heavy sigh of relief.
You did good tonight, kid. We would’ve been in trouble without this.
“I killed a man and hurt a woman, Max. That doesn’t constitute ‘good’ in my books.” Maybe it was because I was still new and inexperienced. Or maybe I’d never be as quick-thinking as Sofie or the others.
Yeah, well, with a truck’s worth of blood, you’ve also saved lives tonight. Don’t forget that.
I smiled. “Thanks for making me feel useful, Max.”
Oh crap. The moment’s over. Max took off into the woods, in the direction of the mine.
“What?” I yelled after him.
Come on. We better hurry.