Darlings of Darkness: A Vampire Anthology Part 42

A few weeks pa.s.sed, and I didn't see much of Jesse. His mother, furious with him after the incident at the zoo, had grounded him and wouldn't let him out for any reason. I didn't get what the big deal was, and I found his mom to be a little odd. Jesse said she didn't like guests either, so he never invited me over; whenever we got together, it was always at my house or somewhere else. My parents, on the other hand, had met him a few times, and while they thought he was very polite and a nice guy on the surface, there was something about him that they just didn't trust. My guess was that he didn't fit up to the preppy image they expected me to date. They hated his shoulder-length hair and labeled him a bad boy just by looking at him.

Meanwhile, the ducklings had grown. They were strong and healthy and ready to be released, and Ms. Aikers had given us permission to set them free. In our zoo uniforms, we stood beside Bear Lake, admiring the scenery and the gun glistening on the water. After a few minutes, Jesse took the animal carrier out of the company Jeep and opened it, and the five little ducks waddled into the water and glided away from us.

Jesse smiled in victory. "We did it," he said.

"We sure did." I'd never felt so happy. It was the most rewarding feeling, and I couldn't stop smiling.

As Jesse and I watched the birds swim around the big lake, I felt his hand slip into mine. All over again, that familiar electricity flowed through me. I couldn't believe a guy like him was holding the hand of a girl like me.

"I see why you love your job so much," I said. "They look so happy out there."

His blue gaze lingered on me as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. When he smiled, his white teeth gleamed.

Bzzzz!

When his cell phone rang, he answered it. After a minute, he hung up and looked at me. "We have two pressing cases that need our immediate attention. There's an orphaned baby squirrel that hasn't eaten in days, and the bird that was trapped inside a tire in that huge puddle of oil is ready to be washed."

I smiled and shrugged. "Duty calls."

We jumped into the Jeep and sped off, heading back to the zoo.

We went straight to work, tending the hungry squirrel first and then the bird. It had a yellow bill and had a bare yellow skin patch behind its dark eyes. The bird was blanketed in black oil, so it was going to be a messy job. Jesse handed me a pair of long, yellow latex gloves, and I also put a waterproof ap.r.o.n around my neck to prepare for the job.

"This is a yellow-billed magpie," Jesse said. "What's unique about these birds is that they don't leave California. They're songbirds, part of the crow family. They eat acorns, insects, carrion, fruit, and berries. You can't tell now because she's covered in oil, but she's black and white, one of California's prettiest birds under all this sludge." He held up the bird and smiled when it made loud clucking noises. "I think we'll call her Sally."

As he talked so enthusiastically about the bird, I couldn't stop staring into his eyes. I loved his caring nature, his love for animals and his evident need to protect them-just more qualities to admire about Jesse. He was gorgeous, but there was so much more to him than his striking good looks. I could have listened to him every second, every minute of every day, and I never would have grown tired of his voice or of what he had to say. His dedication to this zoo and these animals amazed me. Some of the workers told me he spent countless hours there, even when he wasn't getting paid. He'd often go in on his day off to feed a baby animal or bird, and he never once complained.

"How do you know it's a girl?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I'm just guessing. She looks like a Sally to me. The only sure way is a blood test."

"Then Sally it is," I said with a grin. "When did she get here?" I asked.

Jesse slipped on his long yellow gloves and ap.r.o.n. "About a week ago."

"Why'd they wait so long to clean her up?" I asked.

"Sally had to be stabilized first. At first, for almost a week, she was warmed and fed eight times a day. They also gave her a rehydrating solution with a feeding tube to help flush out all that oil she'd accidentally ingested. Now she's ready to be cleaned. Since birds depend so much on their wings and feathers to function properly, removing this oil is her only chance at survival."

"I've got the warm water," I said.

"Good. We'll make her a nice bubble bath with Dawn," Jesse said. "This is definitely a two-person job, because she might squirm a little. I'll hold Sally, and you wash her feathers really well."

I nodded, indicating that I understood.

When Jesse approached with the bird, she squawked and flailed, but he managed to keep a good hold on the animal without hurting her. "Cleaning can be pretty stressful on the bird," Jesse said.

"I can tell. She's not used to this, so I can't blame her." He looked into the bird's eyes and told it softly to calm down. Amazingly, Jesse's soothing voice worked.

I began washing her feathers and wiping off the slick oil. I used a toothbrush and cotton swab to get all that caked oil out of her eyes and off of her little head. As I scrubbed the underside of the bird, I could see her iridescent blue-black color starting to emerge. Her belly, shoulders, and large patches on her wings were bright white. "Ew! The water is getting so black," I said.

"We move to the next tub, then the third and fourth and so on, until the water is clear."

Working so close to Jesse made my heart pound, especially when he sneaked me little glances and smiles.

"Jeanie told me about her warning that I'm some big, bad wolf," he said, "but I'm not."

"Jesse, it's okay if you've dated other girls. I've dated lots of guys myself. There's nothing wrong with searching for the right person."

"Maybe, but I think I might be done searching."

"Huh?" I said, stunned.

"I've never felt a spark with others girls like I feel with you, Taylor," he said with heartfelt sincerity.

"Yeah? Well, I definitely feel a connection between us."

He shot me his gleaming white smile.

As if she was annoyed that we were ignoring her, Sally flapped her wings, splashing both of us.

I laughed as soapy bubbles flew everywhere. "I'm soaked!" I said, grinning.

Jesse touched my face in a soft caress as he wiped the soap bubbles off my face. His blue eyes locked on me, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. For just a second, it felt like he was looking not just at me but into me.

The door cracked open a minute later, and Jeanie walked in. "I was a.s.signed to help you guys. And judging by how wet you look, you definitely need me. That little bird is kicking both your b.u.t.ts!"

Jesse and I looked at each other, then laughed.

I was off the clock at three p.m., but I stayed until eight, and so did Jesse. I never knew I'd take so much joy in helping animals. I didn't even care about the money. All I cared about was being with Jesse and doing something I loved.

Julie and I decided to take Max for a walk in the woods, as her father had told her about a place that was the perfect spot for dogs. Fred had finished working on our back yard for the day, and he'd overheard me talking to Julie on the phone and had given me the look, so I made sure to invite him too. Julie drove us to the destination in her truck, and the three of us and Max jumped out.

I glanced around. "Are you sure we're in the right spot? I don't see any trails."

"Yeah...we look lost," Fred said.

Julie squinted against the sun. "Well, we're here now. It can't hurt to have a look around."

"Need I remind you of bears, mountain lions, and wolves?" I asked.

Max glanced up at me and barked.

"See? Max wants to go for a walk," Julie said. "This is all public property."

"All right," I said, pushing some large leaves and twigs out of my way. "We'll go a little ways, then come back."

"Great."

I put Max on a leash. He barked, then hurried off into the woods, dragging me along.

Julie chased after me. "How about after this, we grab lunch. I'm craving a big, juicy burger."

"Mind if Jesse joins us?" I asked.

Fred offered an exaggerated eye-roll.

"That'd be great," Julie said. "It'd be nice to get to know him while I'm sober."

I laughed. "Do you remember leaning against him and telling him how pretty his eyes are?"

She cupped her mouth. "No way! Did I really do that?"

I nodded as she looked away in embarra.s.sment.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I know how much you like him. I promise I'll never do that again."

I laughed. "It's okay. You were pretty smashed, and we both knew it."

She grabbed Fred's arm. "I was soooo wasted."

He smirked.

We walked for a little ways and enjoyed the beautiful, serene landscape. Having come from New York City, I knew I'd never take all that natural beauty for granted. Streams of sunshine poured down through the towering trees all around us. Insects hummed, and birds chirped.

Max barked, then pulled so hard that I tripped over a log and let go of the leash.

"Max!" I wailed.

Fred offered his hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said, jumping to my feet and peering ahead, "but where did Max go?"

He pointed. "That way. I hear him barking."

I shuddered, recalling the last time Max had gotten away. "I don't know why he does that," I complained. "He just takes off."

"He's a dog," Julie said. "He's just acting like one."

"Well, I'm sick of it. I need to train him better."

We stopped at wire fence with a "No Trespa.s.sing" sign on it. I yelled for Max to come back, but he refused again, just like the last time. Having no other choice, I slipped my leg over the fence and jumped over it.

"Wait. What are you doing? That's private property," Fred scolded, pointing at the sign.

"He's right," Julie said.

I shot her a look. "Since when do you care?"

"Since now," she said, pointing at a long line of skulls dangling from a rope stretched from one tree to the next.

I gasped. "Are those...human?" I asked, completely frazzled.

She walked over to more closely inspect them. "No. Animal."

I let out a sigh of relief. My gaze shot to a long, horizontal rock, about ten by three feet, carved with weird symbols and ancient writing. I traced the engraved letters with my fingers. "What do you think this means?" I asked.

"I have no idea what the symbols are, but the letters are in Latin," Julie said, squinting for a better look at them in the bright sunlight.

"Latin?"

"Yeah. Maybe it's some kind of memorial or something."

"Think it's a headstone?" I asked.

"I don't know, but this whole place is givin' me the creeps. I'm not going past that rock, dog or no dog."

I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture. "There. Now we can Google it when we get back."

Julie shuddered. "I wanna get out of here."

"Wait here," I said. "I have to get Max."

"I'll come with you," Fred said, trying to sound brave and chivalrous.

She grabbed my arm, then Fred's. "Are you two crazy? You guys can't leave me here in Freddy Krueger's back yard all by myself!"

I sighed loudly. "Then you'll have to come with us. I'm not leaving my dog behind."

"But it's some kind of creepy cemetery, and-"

"Go or stay. It's your choice."

"You expect me to wait here by the skull collection and the hieroglyphic mummy headstone for some chainsaw-wielding maniac to come after me?" she said.

"You've watched too many horror flicks," Fred said, laughing.

"Well, maybe that's why I'm still alive. Consider it research."

I sighed. "We'll be right back. I can't leave Max."

"Let's just wait here for a minute. Surely he'll come back."