When the sky started to lighten, I finally agreed to go home.
“This is my favorite time of day,” Jack mused, looking out the windows of the Lamborghini as we sped way from his house and towards mine. “The sky is so pretty right before it changes.”
“It reminds me of a dream,” I agreed. “So… I’m really sorry about what happened earlier.”
“Don’t be. That was my fault. I have to learn how to control my impulses. You might not believe this, but that’s something that I struggle with,” Jack laughed dryly.
“I bit my lip. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”
I had done it on purpose, whether I was ready to admit it to myself or not. He wanted me to, and I could feel that the same way I could feel my own heartbeat. I had made the choice to do it, knowing exactly what it would lead to.
“No, it’s okay.” He paused for a moment before adding, “You taste really good.”
“We’re not talking about that. We’re not even thinking about it,” I corrected him.
“I’m not. I wasn’t. I was just making conversation.” That’s what he said, but I could feel the hunger ebbing when I stopped him.
“Well, we can’t talk like that. We can talk about anything but blood or biting or sex.”
“Sure, take out all the fun things,” Jack grumbled.
“It’s for your safety as well as mine.” I shot him a warning look, and he stiffened a little
“Okay. You’re right. Sorry.”
“Do you think maybe we should stop hanging out?” I didn’t want to, not even slightly, but it would be the safest way to avoid anything.
“No,” Jack answered too quickly. He let out a deep breath, then looked nervously at me. “Why? Do you?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I still want to hang out with you but…”
My answer hurt him, and at times like that, I hated that I could feel anything he felt. When we had been making out upstairs, it had been amazing, but these situations were murder. His emotions were always so raw and intense. He had very little self-control when it came to the way he felt.
“Honestly, I don’t know if I could stop even if I wanted to,” Jack said finally.
The sky glowed oddly blue-gray as the sun neared the horizon, and the color seemed to match perfectly with Jack’s eyes when he looked over at me.
“Yeah, me neither,” I agreed and forced a smile at him.
For good or bad, there would be no way I could ever back to my life before. If it meant that I had to die trying to live this one, then so be it.
But who can really go back to studying for history exams and flirting with drunk guys at a party when there are vampires and the ecstasy that goes along with bloodlust?
Could anyone really shut the door on immortality?
When he dropped me in front of my house, he smiled grimly, and promised that he’d talk to me later. As I rode up the elevator to my apartment, I had to believe that everything would work out, one way or another.
Ezra was insanely smart, and he’d been around forever. He had to be able to figure out something that didn’t involve anyone dying. Well, at least not Peter, Jack, or me.
They were vampires, after all. No matter how much they tried to convince me otherwise, I knew that there had to be a rather high mortality rate for the humans in their lives.
It wasn’t until I opened the door to the apartment that it really occurred to me what time it was. Milo was dressed and ready for school, looking relieved to see me. His happiness was short-lived because my mother cleared her throat loudly, and he grimaced.
Sitting in the darkened corner of the living room, she reminded me of some kind of James Bond villain. The dim light from the window hit the cloud of smoke above her head, and a light from the kitchen touched only her slippered feet, leaving the rest of her to hide in the shadows. If she had been stroking a large white cat and spoke in a German accent, she’d be perfect.
“Well, well, nice of you to drop by,” Mom greeted me.
“You’re welcome,” I said unsurely, despite the warning look Milo gave me.
“Where were you all night?” Her tone had gotten even harder, dropping any pretenses of her being even mildly happy to see me.
Milo had to be pretty upset that I wasn’t around, especially since he’d had to deal with Mom first thing in the morning, but even he’d been relieved to see that I was still alive. (And there was becoming a very real threat that I wouldn’t be for much longer.)
“Why didn’t you answer any of my texts?” Milo blurted out. I’m sure he’d been texting me and warning me of Mom’s impending tirade.
“Sorry. My phone was on silent.”
“That doesn’t tell me where you were!” Mom snapped.
The sun had finally peaked over the building next door, and light glinted in through the window, revealing the furious expression on her face. She took a long drag from the cigarette, waiting for an answer good enough to explain where I had been until after seven in the morning on a school night.