Darlings of Darkness: A Vampire Anthology Part 47

"Do you want your head on the carving block?" Sam retorted.

"Jesse, she needs to know," Kierra said. "She's been marked."

"What's going on?" I asked, crossing my arms and looking at them, not at all happy that they were talking about me like I wasn't there.

Jesse glanced toward the sh.o.r.e. "There's a legend that those who have been marked as a petal will have a guardian to keep them safe."

"A petal? And why would I need a guardian?" I asked.

"Because you've been chosen."

"Besides protection, the guardians hand out blessings too," Sam said. "You caught a twenty-pound ba.s.s back there on your first cast. We don't usually catch any bigger than ten-pounders."

"What's a petal?" I asked.

"Six petals form the flower for the ceremony. It's an ancient tradition, practiced every 500 years."

"Pssh. That sounds like something off of The X Files or one of those stupid SyFy shows. It's just a myth, like the bogeyman, Bigfoot, and aliens being kept alive with strawberry ice cream," I said. "But what's this so-called ceremony about."

Jesse handed my fishing pole back to me and rolled his eyes at his brother and sister. "Don't let my siblings scare you. Let's leave myths in the books and concentrate on fishing."

"I didn't mean to freak you out," Kierra said. "I just got carried away, that's all."

"You had me worried there for a minute. It was only a deer. Maybe my imagination just got carried away again."

We continued talking and fishing, but the mood had morphed into something depressing and somber, almost as dark as the night itself. Something was wrong, and I wondered what they were hiding. It was either that or they just felt sorry for me, the lunatic who had seen an invisible buck.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me: What if a curse really was placed on me when I opened the tin box? Am I really marked now? My breath hitched in my throat. What have I done? Have I really unleashed some horrible curse? But the woman said she'd protect me, and even Jesse said the myth speaks of protection. I frowned. But protection from what? I had no idea. The one thing I did know was that my mind couldn't take much more of the freaky happenings. I wanted so badly to confide in Jesse, but I didn't want him to think I was crazy. I was sure he had his doubts about me after the McDonald's bathrobe escapade, and now I was seeing Bambi the friendly ghost. I feared that if I told him about the strange whisperings in the wind, it would be just enough to send him over the edge, and I didn't want him to kick me to the curb.

I got home around seven a.m., and Jesse searched the house and said it was clear. After telling him goodbye, I turned on the security system, then cranked up the air conditioning. I pulled the drapes and made the room as dark as I could, then jumped into bed. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I spent the rest of the weekend looking for that white buck, my potential protector, but I didn't see anything. I even tried to Google myths, but I saw nothing about mortal sacrifices, petals, and white bucks. I didn't know what to make of it.

Fortunately, I wasn't enc.u.mbered with no more voices or visions, and everything went smoothly while I waited for my parents to return on Sunday afternoon.

Chapter 16.

Fred was working on our back yard, and it was really looking nice. All the towering weeds were gone, and the place looked a whole sharper.

"The place is looking great," I said.

Fred sipped his water. "Thanks. I've been working hard."

"Take a break. You deserve it."

"I've got a present for you," he said, then held out a small box.

I swallowed hard. He was cute-not gorgeous like Jesse but definitely cute. Still, I didn't like him in that way, and I wasn't sure how to handle the fact that he clearly had a crush on me. I had never been good at trampling other people's feelings, which was why I'd stayed with that sleaze ball, Sean, as long as I had. Now, I was afraid if I accepted Fred's gift, it might lead him to believe there was more than friendship between us. But if I refused it, it would hurt his feelings. "I-I can't accept this, Fred," I said softly, trying to lessen the blow.

"Because you're obsessed with Jesse, right?"

"I'm crazy about him, and it wouldn't be right to lead you on."

"This isn't a romantic present."

"It isn't?"

"No."

"My apologies then. I just a.s.sumed-"

"It's just a present from one friend to another, no strings attached."

"In that case..." I smiled and opened the box. The sun glittered on a silver cross necklace. "Wow, Fred. It's beautiful. Thank you."

"Would you like me to help you put it on?"

I lifted up my hair. "I'd love that."

He clasped the necklace around my neck.

"Thanks again. It's so pretty," I said, looking down to admire the dainty pendant around my neck.

His mouth became a long, thin line. "Yeah, but I didn't get it for looks."

I arched a brow. "You didn't?"

"It's for your protection, Taylor."

"Protection?"

"Jesse's not a witch-or maybe he is-but I now know what's his family is hiding."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"I'm glad to hear you've dumped the witch theory."

"Yeah. I was completely off base," he said, not sounding glad about that at all.

"It was way out there. Just because we found an altar, that's no reason to jump to crazy theories."

"Well, I'm not jumping to my new one. This time, I have solid evidence."

"You're killing me, Fred. What is it?"

"I'm not killing you, but they might. They're vampires, Taylor."

I couldn't stifle my laugh, because this theory was worse than the last one.

"You shouldn't laugh. You're dating a bloodsucker," he said.

"Excuse me? Are you telling me I'm Jesse's future ghoulfriend."

He rolled his eyes. "This is serious, Taylor."

"It's not possible, Fred. Vampires turn to ash in sunlight. That's a simple fact. They always have and always will."

"Yeah. I haven't figured out how they bypa.s.s that."

"Simple. They're not vampires."

"I know they are."

"Jesse is outside every day, and the last time I checked, Coppertone doesn't make 5,000 SPF."

Fred's gaze narrowed. "You're in danger, Taylor. I wish you'd take me seriously."

"Are you listening to yourself?" I retorted.

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's true."

I choked my laughter back. "Is that why you got me this necklace? Because I need a crucifix for protection from vampires?"

"Yes. Where did you meet him anyway?"

"He was hiking...and it was love at first bite," I joked.

His lips pressed into a grim line. "Taylor, that's not funny."

"Sorry," I said. "Just trying to lighten the mood."

"Keep your day job. You're a horrible comedienne."

My grin widened. "I will. I work with Jesse."

"You're really playing with fire," he said, shaking his head at me. "Even if you did believe me, you'd probably want to stay with him. What's with chicks and vampires anyway? They're fiends who feast on blood and kill people, yet women find them completely irresistible."

"I suppose they're kind of the in thing right now," I said. "The ultimate bad boy fantasy."

"I guess, but I still don't really understand the whole glorified vampire phenomenon."

I didn't really believe Jesse was a vampire, but I decided to roll with it and have some fun. "Don't you get it? Women want to feel special, cherished, protected, and loved. Shouldn't every girl have an Edward Cullen?"

"If I was a girl, I'd prefer Lestat de Lioncourt from Interview with a Vampire."

"I'm more of Team Brad Pitt, so it'd be Louis for me," I said.

"Nope. Maybe Buffy's Angel or Bill Compton from that Dracula flick, but not sparkly Edward or whiny, emo Louis. Why are girls so hung up on corpses anyway?"

"They're the coolest of the paranormal," I said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Dracsolutely," I joked. "A werewolf will tear you to shreds. A zombie isn't fun to hug when his rotting arms fall off. Mummies stink to high heaven, and ghosts are nothing but air. Really, a vampire is the only way to go."

"Fine, but when they make out with you, they take a little nibble on your jugular. Gimme zombies any day. Vampires just...suck."

"They're both vile, evil, and undead, and they both feed on humans. One is just hotter, smarter, and smells a whole lot better. Truthfully, zombies are stupid," I insisted. "They'll walk straight toward a barrel of a gun, while vampires trace away in a speeding blur if they don't kill you in one quick bite."

"Yeah, but the fighting is the best part."

"You can fight the fanged ones too," I said.

"Forget wooden stakes. Chainsaws are better."

I smiled and shook my head. "You're sick, you know that?"

"What!? What guy doesn't want to fight off the walking dead with chainsaws, sledgehammers, and swords? Holding up a crucifix and sprinkling water on a bloodsucker is...well, it's kind of sissy-ish."

"Is that even a word?" I chuckled. "So, when it comes to the undead, you're saying men love zombies and women love vampires?"

"Yeah. Zombies are way more manly, not all pretty and stylish."

"I hate to burst your bubble and break your stereotype, but you're wrong. I happen to love both."

"Hmm. I guess you've proven me wrong. But what's the deal with Jesse? Are you in love with the bloodsucker or what?"

I shot him a look. "No. In l.u.s.t maybe."

"Ew! I didn't ask for those kind of details."

I smiled. "If you don't want to hear the answers, don't ask the questions."

He glanced down for a minute, then looked back up at me. "I've read that vampires can make you fall in love with them."

I shook my head vehemently. "Jesse hasn't done that. He wouldn't have to. Have you seen him? The guy is a forest fire all his own, smoking hot. All he has to do is strut his hot b.u.t.t into a room and smile, and women will swarm to him like-"

"How can you even identify with a creature who won't ever die? You can't. He's immortal, and you can't even begin to understand his deep desire for human blood. Your vamp boyfriend-"