Flutter updated edition, p.20
Flutter: Updated Edition, page 20
I barely even noticed when Peter came in the room. That’s how hard I concentrated on Jane.
“Sorry. I just came in to grab a few things,” Peter said and hurried into his bathroom. Since Jane had taken over his room, he was going to sleep on the couch tonight. If he was getting ready for bed, it must be fairly late, but I hadn’t been keeping track of time very well.
“You should probably go get some rest yourself,” Mae told me. “I’ll stay with Jane and make sure she’s all right. It won’t do her any good if you stay up all day exhausting yourself.”
“You’ll let me know if something happens?” I asked uncertainly. For some reason, I thought that when I stopped watching Jane, that’s when she’d stop breathing.
“I will let you know, of course, but I don’t think I’ll need to.” Mae smiled at me. “She’ll be just fine, love. I can feel it.”
Reluctantly, I went out into the hall and shut the bedroom door behind me. I stood right outside it, listening for a minute, and when her heart kept beating, I started to believe that maybe she wasn’t going to die right then.
I let out a sigh of relief that sounded suspiciously like a sob, and I took another deep breath to try to keep back the tears. Peter came out of his room and almost bumped into me, since I hadn’t bothered to a step away from the door.
“Oh, Alice, sorry!” Peter put his hand on my back, as if I was stumbling and needed him to stabilize me.
“No, it’s okay.” I shook my head and swallowed hard.
He bent his head down, trying to meet my eyes, but I looked away. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, no, everything’s great.” I forced a smile, and my vision blurred from the tears. “I mean, why wouldn’t it be? I almost got my best friend and my brother’s boyfriend killed. Not to mention, I have no idea where my own boyfriend is because I drove him away. But yeah, everything is just great!” Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I wiped them away.
“What happened to Jane isn’t your fault,” he said quietly.
“Yes it is! I’m the one who introduced her to vampires!” I gestured widely to the hallway. “Everything I touch gets destroyed! I mean, you had this stable family, and I came in, and I’m just tearing it apart! You and Jack, and now Mae and Ezra, and I know that’s not directly my fault, but maybe it actually is! I’m the harbinger of doom!”
I expected Peter to tell me that I was being melodramatic and explain to me in a very condescending manner that none of that was my fault. Even I knew it was pretty egotistical to assume that the only bad things that happened in life happened because of me.
But instead he looked at me with the utmost sympathy and affection. I had never seen him appear so gentle, and whenever he softened, he was almost blindingly attractive.
When he reached out and pulled me into his arms, I knew that I should pull away, but I didn’t really have the strength for it. He held me to him, and I buried my face in his chest. I just wanted to sob, and I wanted someone to hold me. Peter’s arms were wonderfully strong, and it felt so good and safe that I almost lost myself in them.
“Honestly, Alice, everything is going to be all right,” he murmured into my hair.
“I wish I could believe you,” I whispered. My tears were calming down, but I left my head pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Peter!” Ezra suddenly boomed, sounding as if he was standing directly at the bottom of the stairs.
He broke whatever moment I had with Peter, and I realized how incredibly inappropriate and dangerous it was to let him hug me, even if I needed a hug. I pulled away and couldn’t look at him. Peter just turned and went downstairs to see what Ezra wanted, and I slunk back to Jack’s room.
Matilda lay on Jack’s bed, looking very sad, and I climbed in next to her. I rested my head on her back and ran my fingers through her thick white fur. She whimpered a little, and I knew that she missed him too. But there was nothing I could do about it.
Although, I was starting to think it was maybe for the best that he left. Clearly, I wasn’t good enough for him.
Mae woke me up a few hours later. I sat up with a start, but she smiled wanly at me in the dark. “Jane is awake.”
Chapter Twenty-seven
Jane didn’t look any better, and she didn’t seem entirely alert. Mae had helped prop her up with a couple pillows. Her eyes were dull blue, almost glassy, and her expression was completely blank. She didn’t look happy or angry to be alive, but she watched me with kind of a subdued fascination. I suppose we hadn’t spent enough time together for her to adjust to me being a vampire.
“Hey,” I said. I stood awkwardly off to the side of the bed. “How you feeling?”
“How does it look like I’m feeling?” Jane asked.
“Oh, she’s doing just fine,” Mae said before I could reply. A glass of water sat on the nightstand, and Mae handed it to Jane. She gave Mae a bored look, but she took a long drink. “She’s been through a lot lately.”
“Yeah, I know,” I said.
“You don’t know anything. We haven’t spoken in months,” Jane snapped, glaring at me.
I bristled. “That’s not my fault. I tried calling and texting you a million times. You were the one who didn’t want to talk to me!”
“Yeah! Because you turned into a frickin’ vampire!” Jane sat up straighter in the bed.
“You don’t need to get worked up.” Mae took the water from Jane before she spilled it all over the bed, but she cast me an annoyed glare for upsetting her patient.
“So what if I’m a vampire?” I asked, ignoring Mae entirely. “You seemed just fine spending so much time with them that it almost killed you!”
“Yeah because they were fun and they had something to offer me. You’re the most boring immortal on the whole planet. I mean, look at you!” Jane gestured to me. “You’re wearing a blink 182 tee shirt and sweatpants!”
I glanced down at my clothes and pulled a ball of Matilda’s hair off my band tee shirt. “It’s pajamas!” Then I pointed to her. “Did you see what you were wearing to the club tonight? Your dress was dirty and covered in stains!”
Jane dropped her eyes. “I hadn’t had a chance to change.”
“Girls!” Mae said. “You really need to calm down! Jane doesn’t need all this excitement.”
“Whatever,” Jane muttered. “Can I just get my clothes and get out of here?”
“You can’t go anywhere, love,” Mae told her gently. “You’re sick. You need to get well first.”
“And I can’t get well at home?” Jane tried to sound angry, but she was already relenting and leaning back in the bed. “Does Jonathan know I’m here?”
“Um, kinda.” I exchanged a look with Mae. “Did you tell her how she got here?”
“I told her that you found her at the club, and she was in bad shape.” Mae once again deftly avoided the truth, and I wondered how often she lied to us.
“He won’t be happy when he finds out I’m here.” Jane wasn’t threatening us, and from the look she gave Mae, I’d say she was actually just trying to protect us. Her “boyfriend” definitely had an anger management problem.
“We know, but we wanted you to be safe,” I said.
I didn’t really understand the animosity between us. She had been living a reckless, dangerous life, and I wanted to help her change that, and maybe get back to being friends again. It would be neat to be friends with someone that didn’t live in the same house as me. Although, she probably would be living here, at least for a little while.
“I understand.” Jane picked at her chipped nail polish and stared down at it for a minute. “You look really good. Your hair is longer.”
“Yeah, our hair grows really fast.” I played with a strand of my hair. “You look… Okay, I can’t lie. You look pretty bad right now.”
“I know.” She shrugged her bony shoulders. “But I’m here now. So I guess that’s something, right?”
We talked for a few more minutes, but she was obviously getting tired. Mae sent me away, saying that Jane needed her rest. It had been a while since I had been bit, but I remembered being exhausted for days afterward. Jane had to be stronger than I was just to be able to sit up and talk.
As soon as the sun set, I enlisted Milo to make a run to the store with me. We picked up groceries for Jane, namely things heavy in fat and red meat, and energy boosters, like Red Bull and vitamins. Before we left I went to see if there was anything in particular she’d like to eat, and she said no, but requested we get her some hair dye.
When we got back, Milo made her food, and she came downstairs to eat it. Bobby joined her, and she seemed semi-interested in him until she found out that he was gay and dating Milo. Then he became almost a nonentity to her. It was good to see the old Jane back in action.
Half-way through her steak (which seemed unnecessarily rare, even by my standards, but Milo was the chef), Peter decided to make an appearance. It wasn’t really intentional. He had been back in the den, working with Ezra on something, and he wanted to go up to his room to grab a shower.
As soon as Jane saw him, she locked her lasers on him. Naturally, he ignored her, but she almost tripped over herself trying to get up after him. Milo managed to assure her that Peter was completely off limits, but that probably only made her want him more.
Jane downed about ten Red Bulls, then went upstairs. I finally convinced Mae that Jane would be safe in my hands, even though I felt a bit thirsty. Jane wasn’t appetizing because she didn’t have healthy blood, and what she did have was tainted by another vampire’s scent. But I knew I’d have to eat before I went to bed.
“So, I don’t really understand,” Jane said. She strolled through my closet, looking for clothes to borrow since I hadn’t thought to stop and pick hers up. I had a new and improved wardrobe, and for the first time in our friendship, I had clothes that she actually approved of.
“What’s not to understand about clothes?” I sat down on the small bench by the shoe rack.
It was overwhelming being in the closet, surrounded by all of Jack’s things. I lay back on the bench so I could stare up at the ceiling instead of being reminded of him.
“Half of this closet is Jack’s stuff.” Jane touched one of his shirts. “But nobody’s made any mention of him since I’ve been here. Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
My phone was in my hand, and I looked down at the screen, willing him to call me. I hadn’t tried calling or texting him today, but I hoped giving him some space would make him come home. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Jane had moved on to leafing through my clothes, and she looked at me sharply. “Aren’t you two like in love or something ridiculous like that?”
“Something like that,” I muttered and lay my phone face down on my belly, so it couldn’t taunt me anymore. “We got in a fight, and he left.”
“What’d you fight about? Who left the lid off the toothpaste?” Jane asked dryly.
When she found something she liked, she just took off her top. She’d just been wearing an oversized tee shirt, having kicked off the pants a long time ago. While she straightened out my dress before putting it on, she stood there, dressed only in lime green panties. Her spine stood out rigidly, but I looked away before I could think too much of it.
“No. It was a little more serious than that,” I admitted, and Peter’s emerald eyes flashed in my mind.
“I can’t imagine you doing anything serious,” she said absently.
Her focus was on her reflection in the mirror, modeling the cocktail dress she’d slipped on. All my clothes were too big on her, but the hems were too short since Jane was still two inches taller than me.
“What do you think of the dress?”
“It’s great,” I lied.
“Do you have any heels to go with this?” Jane turned, admiring herself from a different angle in the mirror. “Every good dress needs a good shoe.”
“Somewhere, probably. Dig around.” I gestured to the expansive shoe racks.
“So what did you do that made Prince Charming run away?” Jane wasn’t quite ready to get shoes yet and returned to the task of rifling through my clothes.
“Kissed Peter.” I closed my eyes and grimaced.
Instantly after I said it, I don’t know why I told her the truth. It wasn’t something I was proud of, but since it had happened, I hadn’t really been able to talk to anyone about it.
Milo had said very little on the subject, mostly because he’d been too wrapped up in Bobby drama, and Mae and Ezra had never mentioned it. Besides that, Jane was really the only friend I had. Everyone else was family. Or Bobby.
“What?” Jane wheeled on me, her eyes wide. “You kissed Peter? That really incredibly foxy guy I saw earlier? You kissed him? I didn’t even realize that was an option!”
“It’s not.” I shook my head. “It was just a stupid mistake. I don’t even really know why I did it.”
“I do. That boy is irresistible.” Jane had gone wistful thinking of him. “If I were you, I’d say good riddance to Jack and move on to Peter.”
“I don’t want to move on to him!” I sat up and shook my head again. “I love Jack, and I want to be with him. Peter was an accident.”
“Okay. Fine, I believe you,” Jane said dubiously. She kept staring at me though, chewing her lip. “So… does that mean he’s single?”
“Jane!” I groaned. “Peter is bad news! And you need to stay away from vampires for a while. Look what they’ve done to you.”
“Yeah,” Jane shrugged, “but look what they’ve done for you.”
She had a point. Vampires were literally sucking the life out of her, but me, they had given love, immortality, beauty, power, and money. In fairness, those were all things that Jane already had, except for the immortality part.
“But I’m still miserable. So there.” I stuck my tongue out at her, and she shook her head.
“Oh, Bonham, you’ll always be miserable no matter what you have.” Jane turned back to my clothes, picking out something hot pink that I hadn’t worn yet. “That’s your lot in life.”
“Maybe,” I agreed, resigned. “But what’s yours?”
“My lot in life is looking beautiful.” She held the dress up in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror. “Do you have any accessories?”
Sure, Jane could be single-minded, but it was oddly comforting having her around. I always knew exactly what I was getting with her. Despite myself, I actually sort of enjoyed her.
For the hour I spent with her, I didn’t check my phone at all to see if I missed a call from Jack. I didn’t forget about him, exactly. The dull ache in my chest wouldn’t let me, but I wasn’t quite as obsessive as I had been.
After Jane went to bed, I went downstairs to get something to eat. The slow burning spread from my stomach, and soon it’d gnaw all over me. Jane didn’t entice me at all, but Bobby was starting to, so it was time to eat. I gulped down the bag of blood, then went back to my room and curled up in bed.
I was having a dream about this incredible warmth growing inside me. It wasn’t a burning, like a fire, but something different and more wonderful. Like a bright white light spreading out over me, until it became so much I couldn’t stand it, and I opened my eyes.
When I woke up, my breath was ragged, but the feeling from the dream hadn’t dissipated. I sat up, and I nearly screamed. Someone stood at the end of my bed.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Jack said quietly.
Chapter Twenty-eight
I couldn’t breathe. Jack was pensive, his lips pressed tightly together.
The more alert I became, the more his emotions washed over me, and they were nothing pleasant. Mostly, he felt nervous and hurt, and I didn’t blame him. After apologizing for waking me, Jack just stood there, arms crossed over his chest and stared at me. I sat up farther in bed and tried to think of something to say, but my mouth refused to work.
“I have to admit, I was a little surprised I didn’t find you in Peter’s room,” Jack said finally.
His words were cutting, and all the more so because they were from him. He never said things to hurt people, but he wanted to hurt me now.
“I was never with him.” My mouth felt numb, and my heart hammered in my chest. “What happened was a stupid mistake. It didn’t mean anything.”
“What exactly did happen?” Jack’s normally soft blue eyes were like ice, and they pierced straight through me.
“I don’t know.” All the rehearsed speeches I had explaining the kiss completely vanished. I had nothing except a blank expression.
“You don’t know what happened?” He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. “How do you not know what happened when you kissed Peter? Kissing really isn’t that hard! I’m sure it started with you putting your lips on his—”
“No, I know what happened!” I held up my hand. “I just don’t really know why it happened.”
“Well, maybe if you start telling me what exactly happened, I can help with the why,” he suggested coldly.
“We kissed!” I shouted, feeling exasperated already. I just wanted to get to the part where I sobbed and apologized, and eventually, he forgave me.
“Who kissed whom?”
“I-I don’t know,” I stammered. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and I wanted to bury my face in my hands.
“Really? You have no idea? Just one minute you’re standing there and then next you’re making out with him? That seems pretty spontaneous.”
“Nobody was making out.” I couldn’t even look at him. This was much harder than I thought it would be.
“So… who kissed whom?” Jack repeated, and when I still didn’t answer, he got louder. “Alice?”
“I think… I-I might’ve,” I mumbled and swallowed hard.
I could’ve lied but I knew he’d see it on me, and that would just make things worse. He had to take a few moments to process what I’d told him, and his hurt was even rawer now.
