Chapter Three
"What happened?" Miranda cornered her in the dining hall twenty minutes later.
As soon as Derek had told Holiday about the rogue vampire on the prowl, she called everyone and told them to gather here.
Deep down, Kylie still trembled. Be it from fear, or perhaps Della's icy mood, Kylie couldn't say for sure. Della's cold shoulder could be felt from clear across the room.
"Come on, spill it," Miranda said. "And then I've got something to tell you."
Kylie looked at Della again. "How mad is she at me?"
Miranda glanced across the room. "On a scale of one to ten, ten being totally vampire pissed off, I'd say she's about a fifteen ... and climbing."
"Great," Kylie muttered.
Miranda shrugged. "She'll get over it. You know how she is. Now tell me what happened."
Kylie shook her head. "I ran off and..."
"But why did you run off? Why did you ... drink the blood like it was a cold beer on a hot Friday night?"
Kylie looked down at her shoes. She didn't want to talk about this, not now. "I don't know."
"You liked how it tasted, didn't you?" Miranda sounded offended. The most Kylie could do was nod.
"Okay, then what happened?" A frown marred Miranda's expression. Kylie swallowed the tightness down her throat.
"Come on, give it up," Miranda snapped.
"I ran and then I felt someone there-a vampire someone. And then I heard Derek. I think he scared off whoever was there. I took off running and found Derek and then we just..."
"You what?" Miranda asked, hanging on to her every word. Started making out. "Nothing. Burnett showed up."
A whisk of air blasted them as Della came to a sudden stop beside Kylie. "And you told him you thought it was Chan, didn't you?" Della obviously had been listening the whole time.
Kylie looked at Della. "No. I didn't."
"Who's Chan?" Miranda asked.
"Nobody," Della snapped at Miranda. "Mind your own business."
Obviously, Della didn't want anyone to know her vampire and scoundrel cousin had broken one of the biggest Shadow Falls rules: no visitors without permission passes. That especially went for those who were against the FRU's attempts to govern the supernaturals.
Miranda, unhappy, glared right back at Della.
"Was it Chan?" Kylie asked, not caring if Miranda overheard. Kylie understood Della's loyalty to Chan. He'd been the one who'd helped Della get through the painful change. However, it made sense that if Chan had broken the rule once, he very well might break it again.
"I told you he wouldn't come back," Della snapped.
"But how can you be so sure?" Suddenly Kylie remembered how frightened she'd been in the woods when she'd met Della's smug cousin.
She folded her arms over her middle and took on a defensive posture.
Just because Della believed Chan wasn't a threat, didn't mean crap. He could be a part of the Blood Brothers gang as far as Kylie knew.
"Because I trust him, unlike other people. I thought you and Miranda were friends. All I asked was that you respect the fact that tonight was important to me. That-"
Kylie's frustration level peaked. "Damn it, Della. Why does everything always have to be about you?" The words hadn't fully left Kylie's mouth when she spotted the look in Della's eyes. The same look her friend got every time her parents came to visit. The look that told Kylie that Della felt like an outcast.
Kylie dropped her attitude. "I didn't mean to show disrespect. I just freaked out, okay?"
"Why?" Della's anger sounded in her voice, but it was hurt that colored her eyes.
"Why what?" Kylie asked, but deep down she knew what Della was asking her. She just needed a few seconds to figure out how to word it so it wouldn't sound so bad.
Della moved an inch closer. "You freaked out because you don't want to be a vampire, right? You think I'm a monster, don't you? You're scared to death that you might become like me. That's why you freaked out, wasn't it?"
Kylie opened her mouth to answer but no words came out. Probably because she couldn't lie to Della. The vampire would know the truth. Della turned to leave. Kylie reached out to stop her, but Della was gone.
"Where did she go?" Kylie searched the dining room twice and still couldn't find her. The room was filled with excited campers milling around.
"Just let her go cool off," Miranda said.
"I can't." Kylie knew how much this hurt Della.
Finally Kylie spotted Della's midnight-colored straight hair behind a group of shape-shifters. Kylie started walking over.
Miranda followed her. "Seriously, why don't you just give her some time?"
"Go away," Della growled before Kylie came to a complete stop. "No." Kylie stood her ground.
Della's eyes glowed gold with anger. Then her top lip raised just enough to show her extended canines. There was a time when seeing Della like that would have scared the bejeebies out of Kylie, but not anymore.
She wasn't afraid of Della.
"I don't think you're a monster," Kylie said. "But that doesn't mean I wasn't scared."
"Liar," Della growled.
"I'm not lying. Check my heartbeat if you want," Kylie said. "Listen to my heart, see if I'm lying."
Della turned to walk away, and Kylie caught her elbow this time. "Don't you dare walk away," Kylie insisted.
"Let me go," Della rumbled in a low voice. When Kylie didn't let go, the vampire swung around, her eyes brighter, her teeth fully exposed. Kylie heard a few murmurs in the crowd. The argument had obviously drawn attention. Della heard it, too, because she looked around and hissed. The few people standing close by scattered like scared mice. Kylie still wasn't afraid.
"Uh, we should leave, too." Miranda bumped Kylie with her elbow. "She's really pissed off now."
Kylie didn't look at Miranda. She continued to stare at Della, letting her know that she wasn't afraid. "I'm not leaving until she hears me out."
"I don't have to hear you out. I know what you think." Della's angry glare, filled with so much hurt, slapped against Kylie.
"That's unfair." Kylie glared right back at the pissed-off vampire. "What's unfair is that I thought you were my friend." The hurt in Della's eyes shined brighter through the golden hue.
"I am your friend. I gave you my blood," Kylie said.
"Me, too," added Miranda, sounding nervous.
When Della's expression didn't change, Kylie continued. "And I also remember you telling me how scared you were when you found out you were turning. You said you were so afraid of what was happening. You said you didn't want to change."
Della turned to leave again. But Kylie kept talking and didn't let go of her elbow. "Are you the only one allowed to be afraid?" Kylie felt the emotion swell in her chest, and tears filled her eyes. "Are you so special that no one else can feel that?"
Kylie half expected Della to zip off. Maybe even pull her arm out of her socket when she did.
She didn't. But neither did her friend turn around. She just stood there for several long seconds. One. Two. Three. Kylie counted and waited, hoping this meant-
"Fine," Della bit out in frustration, and finally turned around. Her eyes were no longer gold. She looked down, then up again. "You're right."She looked away and then back at Kylie. "I'm sorry."
"Damn," Miranda said a little loud. "I didn't know vampires could or would ever apologize."
Della shot Miranda a cold look. "I didn't apologize to you. So why don't you go find your broomstick and fly to Timbuktu. That is if your dyslexic, screwed-up sense of direction will get you there. And don't bother coming back, either."
Miranda took an offensive step toward Della. "You are so mean-"
Della bared her teeth and growled. "I heard you when you told Helen that blood was disgusting. You promised you would respect-"
"Is it disrespectful to be honest?" Miranda asked.
Kylie moved between them. "You two can sling insults, call each other names, and even kill each other later. But right now..." She looked at Miranda.
"I need a minute alone with Della. Please."
Miranda's chin notched up a few inches. She didn't like it, but she walked away. That was the thing about Miranda. She might get pissed in a flicker of a heartbeat, almost as fast as Della, but Miranda got unpissed just as quickly. Della on the other hand-that girl knew how to hold a grudge. And while she pretended nothing could hurt her, Kylie saw her vulnerable streak and it ran even wider than Miranda's.
Finally alone, Della and Kylie stood there staring at each other. Kylie spoke first. "I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to disrespect your culture. I really just freaked out."
Della nodded. "I get it. Didn't get it at first but ... I do now." Della sighed and a smile touched her lips. "You loved it, didn't you? The blood.
It was good."
Kylie wasn't proud of it, but she admitted the truth. "It was awesome."
Della touched Kylie's arm. "But you're still warm."
Kylie nodded. "And if I am vampire, wouldn't I already be cold?"
"I don't know," Della said honestly. "Maybe you just haven't changed yet. But you're about to."
Kylie remembered Della telling her that turning had felt like boiling water running through her veins.
"I'll be here for you," Della said as if she'd read Kylie's mind. "To help you through it. If it happens. You won't have to be alone. I think I remember most of what Chan did to help me."
"I know you will." Kylie tried to smile. Right then, she spotted Miranda staring at them from across the room, looking like a lost puppy.
Kylie felt bad asking her to leave. "So will Miranda. She will be there for me. And she'd be there for you, too. I really ... really wish you two would stop fighting."
Della shrugged. "She's just so good at pissing me off."
"And you her," Kylie defended Miranda.
"Yeah, but she's not like you. You seem to know what I'm feeling, always manage to say the right thing." Della's brow crinkled as if in thought. "It's almost as if you're an empath. You know, like Derek and Holiday and you can read emotions?"
"No," Kylie said, but deep down she couldn't help wonder. Hadn't she always been good at reading people? Like with her mom, she'd always sensed the distance her mother kept between them, knew there was something keeping her mom from bonding with her completely.
"Is everything okay?" The familiar female voice came from behind Kylie.
Kylie and Della looked over at Holiday.
"Yeah," Kylie and Della said at the same time.
Holiday gave Kylie's arm a squeeze. "We need to talk about what happened tonight, and we will just as soon as things calm down."
Kylie nodded and while Holiday's touch offered a small amount of comfort, she couldn't help but wonder if Holiday hadn't touched her just to check her temperature-to find out if she'd changed into a vampire. "Later, okay?" Holiday asked.
"Yeah." Kylie did want to talk to Holiday, yet she sensed the camp leader would tell Kylie the same thing she always did. I don't have the answers.
I think this is something you must find out for yourself.
But how was Kylie supposed to find the answers? Her plan of getting information from Daniel had been flushed down the toilet. Where did that leave her?
The chirp of Holiday's cell phone brought Kylie back to the present. Holiday yanked the phone to her ear. "Burnett?" Holiday's expression hardened. "No. You have the wrong number."
Kylie heard the frustration in Holiday's tone. No doubt the camp leader was worried about Burnett. A little of that worry wiggled into Kylie. She'd been the one to run off from the vampire event-if anything happened to Burnett it would be Kylie's fault. Looking off at the log walls of the dining room, she tried to deal with the guilt.
Then Kylie remembered that Burnett was probably the last person in the world who couldn't take care of himself. The man was six foot three of hard muscle and his vamp powers were some of the strongest. Or so Della had said. Since Burnett had stepped in as a temporary assistant, Della had become a bit of a Burnett fan.
"I'm sure he's fine," Kylie offered, and leaned into a dining chair. "No one stands a chance against him," Della insisted.
But neither Kylie's nor Della's comments helped. Holiday's brow remained pinched with worry. And it was more than normal concern, too. Kylie sensed the attraction between the two of them the first time she saw them together. Just because Holiday didn't want to get involved, didn't mean she didn't care.
Holiday dialed a number and then snapped her phone closed.
"Why would he turn off his phone?" Holiday's eyes tightened. "He has to have known I would want to talk to him."
"I can answer that," Della said. "You see, when you're out in the woods looking for someone, hoping to find them before they find you, nothing takes away your advantage more than a ringing phone."
The truth of Della's words only brought a deep frown to Holiday lips. "He could have called before he left. He's just being ... difficult. I swear, I can't wait until they hire someone else. I simply cannot work with that man."
Della grinned. "You can't work with him, you say you don't like him, but look how worried you are about him."
"I'm not worried ... I mean, I am worried, but not ... It's not like..."
"Like you really care about him," Della finished off Holiday's sentence, and then continued. "Like you have the hots for him? Or do you have the hots for him? You know one might assume-"
"You got the hots for me?" Burnett's deep voice rang out as he moved to stand behind Holiday.
Holiday's face blushed-from anger or embarrassment, Kylie wasn't sure. Then Holiday swung around and confronted the tall, dark vampire.
Burnett's eyes briefly met Kylie's and he nodded.
Kylie recalled what she'd been doing the last time Burnett's presence had startled her, and was sure her face reddened right along with Holiday's. "So you're alive," Holiday snapped. While her voice expressed anger, her expression told another story-genuine, heartfelt relief. Seeing the emotion, Kylie forgot about her own embarrassment. No doubt about it.
Holiday cared a lot about Burnett. Probably more than she wanted to admit.
"You never answered," he said. "You got the hots for me, or not?" His dark eyes lit up with a smile.
Squaring her shoulders, Holiday started talking. "Della assumed I might have the hots for you. And you know what they say about assuming, right?"
"It makes an ass out of you and me," Della answered, and gave Kylie the elbow. "Get it. A. S. S. U. M. E."
Holiday cut her eyes to Della in visual reprimand, then started walking away. She got three steps and swung back around. "Are you coming?" she snapped at Burnett.
"You didn't ask me to," he answered.
"Well, I assumed you would know I needed to discuss what happened."
He arched one dark brow upward. "And what did you just say about assuming?"
Della grinned and appeared totally entertained by Holiday and Burnett, but Kylie's thoughts went in another direction. She cleared her throat. "Didn't you guys agree to be forthcoming with all of us from now on? So why do you have to leave? Why can't we all hear this?" Holiday frowned.
"She's right." Burnett held out both his hands. "You did say that at the meeting. I believe it was the same one at which you called me a jerk," he added.
Holiday's eyes brightened with frustration. Obviously the man didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.
"Fine," Holiday said between her closed teeth. The two of them stared at each other, and neither of them blinked. When the silence became long, Holiday let go of a deep breath. "Why don't you address everyone then?" She waved at the front of the room. "The floor is all yours."
"I think I could do that," Burnett answered, but his expression said he didn't really like addressing the group. Kylie also got the feeling that Holiday knew it.
Holiday shot off, and Burnett watched her go. "I don't know which is worse, talking to everyone or talking to her alone." He looked up at Kylie and flinched as if he hadn't meant to say that aloud. Then before he moved to the front, he looked at Della. Kylie could swear she saw him mouth the words "Thank you."
When he left, Kylie studied Della. "How long did you know Burnett was in the room?"
"Pretty much from the time Holiday walked over here." Della grinned.
"Hey, we vampires have got to stick together." She nudged Kylie with her elbow as if saying Kylie was one of them. Kylie wasn't so sure she was. Then again, she wasn't sure she wasn't, either.
The door to the dining room swished open. Kylie looked that way.
Derek walked into the dining room, and his gaze went straight to her.
The sweet smile he sent her reminded her of the kisses they'd shared earlier.
A warmth brought on by the memory filled her abdomen at the same time an unnatural coldness brushed her skin.
Goose bumps popped up on her arms when she heard the words again. "You have to stop it. You have to. Or this will happen to someone you love. Soon. Soon. It will happen soon."
"Who? How soon?" Kylie muttered under her breath. The spirit materialized only a foot from Kylie's face. She still wore the blood-soaked gown, only this time the blood dripped from the hem of her gown and pooled around her feet. Kylie's breath caught, and while it was the last thing Kylie wanted to think, her mind took her there. To the sweet, addictive flavor of blood.
"Soon what?" Della asked. Kylie looked from the ever-growing puddle of blood to Della's slightly slanted eyes that hinted at her Asian heritage.
Then she watched those eyes widen with fear. Della shivered and took a step back. "You've got company again, don't you?"
Della ran off. At the same time several other campers standing close by started backing away as if they had figured out what was happening as well. Feeling ostracized, Kylie's throat tightened and her sinuses stung. She fought to keep the tears from filling her eyes. When she looked back to the spirit, it had faded and the air had lost its chill.
Kylie's lungs swelled with frustration. Frustration, no doubt, brought on by all her unanswered questions. Her whole freaking life was one big unanswered question.
"Excuse me." Burnett's deep authoritative voice filled the room. "Can everyone give me your attention? I know you're all curious as to what happened tonight. And since Kylie reminded Holiday and me that we said we'd be more forthcoming with situations, I figure I'd best explain."