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  No, no, no, no. I closed my eyes, trying to focus in on my reaction, trying to will it away. I wanted to tell the boy standing in front of me to run, to get away, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

  Movement and a yell, not one caused by me, made my eyes ping open, the driving darkness at my soul retreating at the distraction.

  “Leave her alone!”

  Flynn stood between me and the new guy, his broad shoulders completely blocking my view of the dark hair and brooding eyes.

  “You don’t frighten me, jock-boy,” the carny said. “And I was only talking to the girl.”

  “I don’t want you even looking at her, never mind talking to her. Your kind is dangerous.”

  “Ay, don’t I know it? Maybe you should think about that next time you take one of my kind on.”

  I moved around the side in time to see the dark haired boy start to push up the sleeves of his leather jacket.

  “Hey! Quit it, both of you! I don’t even know what you’re fighting about.”

  Flynn looked to me. “He was bothering you, Beth.”

  “So what if he was?” I said, suddenly angered for a different reason. “Since when has it been your business to protect me? We barely know each other!”

  “Exactly. This is none of your business,” the carny guy said, picking up on my words.

  I turned to him. “And I told you to leave me the hell alone. You don’t want to get on my bad side, or being confronted by a six foot something jock will be the least of your worries.”

  “Ouch. You’re a spiky one.”

  I could see him repressing a smirk, which only served to make me angrier. The aching in my jaw increased, my throat tightening. Both men were watching me, Flynn with a confused, hurt expression on his face, the carny guy with an amused smirk. I didn’t even know his name, I realized.

  I don’t want to know his name, I tried to convince myself. But I did. Even with an annoying smirk that I wanted to slap off his striking face, I longed to know his name with every fiber of my soul.

  But right now, the darkness was creeping over me. I was seeing red, literally. The veins on both of the men’s throats, the spreading network across their inner wrists, all shone like a beacon to me. Threads of glowing red rivers of blood.

  “Just leave me alone!” I finished, needing to get away from them both.

  I turned and started to run, leaving the sounds and smells of the carnival behind me.

  “Someone’s going to want to talk to you,” the carny boy shouted after me. “They’re going to want to know what really happened.”

  I couldn’t worry about that now. My mind was filled with the sound of blood pulsing through veins, my jaw now in serious pain. I needed to distract myself, to break the cycle. This had happened before, and only knowing I could stop it convinced me that I was safe to live among regular people. My plan had also consisted of avoiding all confrontation and intimate situations. Considering I’d only arrived today, I didn’t think I’d done a particularly good job of that side of things.

  I kept running until I was back on campus, and then took the stairs two at a time. I was out of breath, but not completely exhausted—my vampire genetics gave me stamina on top of everything else. I focused on one thing, stopping the frightening ache inside of me, the need and desire I’d only ever given into once as a child. I’d sworn to myself that I’d never be weak enough to give in again. I was well aware that succumbing to any blood lust would only make my vampire half stronger. I’d left Los Angeles to try to escape that part of me.

  Heading straight to my room, I grabbed my wash bag. I’d hidden something in its lining, something I knew people would question if it was found. I’d agonized about whether or not to bring it, but now I was here and in this position, I was glad I had.

  Most of the residents were still out, probably speculating about what had happened at the carnival, hanging out on the beach with a bonfire and a bottle of something alcoholic. I experienced a pang of envy for their easy lifestyles. Getting loose on a couple of drinks and making out with some hot guy they’d only just met. Alcohol had hardly any effect on my system, and making out with anyone was not going to happen because of my unfortunate habit of seeing into their lives and futures.

  I took my wash bag into the bathroom, happy to have the place to myself. In haste, I scrabbled into my bag, slipping my fingers between the thin material and the padding, where I’d hidden the item I needed. I felt like a drug addict. I was getting my fix, in a way, even if it wasn’t what I really needed. My fingers closed around the sliver of metal, and I pulled out the blade I’d taken from a smashed disposable razor.

  Shaking, the red haze over my vision was making it hard for me to see. I could barely swallow, my throat felt as though I had swallowed a ball made up of the same blade I now clutched between my thumb and forefinger.

  I didn’t think any further. I lifted the blade and swiped it across the skin of my forearm, once, twice, three times. With each cut, the desperate need released me from its grasp, as though a man had stood with his hands around my throat, and had finally decided to let me go. The red haze swept from my vision, my mind clearing. I exhaled in relief.

  The bathroom door swung open.

  The movement made me jump, and I quickly cupped the sliver of razor blade in my palm and turned my body away, hiding my rapidly healing arm. My heart sank when I realized the person who’d joined me was also my roommate.

  “Oh, God!” Brooke’s small nose wrinkled in disgust, her eyes wide with horror. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Nothing,” I said, quickly. The anger and bloodlust had already begun to ebb away, released with the cutting of my flesh and the beading blood. I couldn’t explain why it worked, only that the action of cutting seemed to release something inside me. Perhaps it was like in history where doctors would cut people suspected of being possessed to let out the demon. Maybe that’s what the self-harm was about—I was exorcising my own demons.

  But Brooke wasn’t going to be fobbed off with ‘nothing.’ Three strides brought her across the bathroom and she grabbed my shoulder, yanking me around. I put my arm behind my back, hiding what were now three shrinking wounds, but within a few hours would become no more than ridged scars. The action caused the razor blade to slip from my grasp and it fell to the tiled floor with a clink.

  We both looked down. There was no hiding the thick ridge of blood now creating an almost black crust across the silver metal.

  “Jeez.” She made no attempt to hide the expression of disgust on her face. “What are you, some kind of Emo freak? Don’t you think you should try a little more black eyeliner if you want to get into that crowd?”

  “Get lost, Brooke,” I snapped. I wanted her gone. Her insensitivity riled me.

  “No way. You’re my roommate. I deserve to know what I’m living with.”

  “What you’re living with?” I couldn’t believe the nerve of her. How did my actions affect her in any way?

  “Yeah.” She glared at me. “Someone prone to violence.”

  “Violence?” Okay, part of me knew she was close to the truth, but I’d never hurt anyone else. I’d only ever hurt myself. “I’m not violent.”

  “Then what do you call this?”

  She reached around my body and yanked my arm forward for her to see. I breathed a sigh of relief. Blood still smeared my skin, but the cuts now appeared to be no more than a few scratches.

  “I scratched it on some metal after the car came off the Waltzer,” I said. “I thought I still had a splinter of metal in the cut. I was trying to get it out.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “With a razor blade?”

  I shrugged. “I figured it was a bit like trying to get a splinter out with a needle. Didn’t your mom ever do that to you?”

  She released my arm. “My mom didn’t ever do much with me.”

  I detected sadness in her voice, the way her gaze drifted away, as though looking toward her past.

  D
espite my angry thoughts only moments earlier, I wasn’t one to hold a grudge.

  “I’m sure she had her moments,” I said gently, offering the other girl a smile.

  But Brooke didn’t return the emotion. Instead, she said, “What the hell do you know,” and stormed from the bathroom, letting the door shut behind her with a bang.

  Sighing, I bent to pick the blade from the floor. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, there was a good possibility I would need it in the future. I turned on the faucet and held the sliver of metal beneath the hot water, washing off the remnants of blood.

  I hoped Brooke had bought my story. I’d known from the moment we’d met that she and I wouldn’t be best buddies at any point, but I still wanted things to be amiable between us. The thought of dealing with tension every time I went to my room made me sick. All I wanted was an easy, normal life.

  At least now the hour was late enough for me to call home. I had no intention of telling them what had happened that day. My mom would be on the first flight up here to drag me home.

  Leaving the bathroom, I headed back outside to make the call. Several students loitered around, chatting to each other, or on their own cell phones, probably doing the exact same thing I was about to do. I felt sure I wasn’t the only person missing home right now. Finding myself a secluded spot at the back of the building, I took my cell from my pocket. I didn’t exactly have a lot of numbers programmed into my phone, so it only took a couple of seconds to get the phone ringing.

  My mom answered on the first ring, and I smiled. I knew she’d be waiting by the phone.

  “Elizabeth? Sweetie?”

  “Hey, Mom.”

  “Hi, honey! I’m so glad you’ve called, finally. I’ve been worried sick all day.”

  “You could have picked up the phone and called me yourself.”

  “Oh, I didn’t want to bother you. I knew you’d be settling in, meeting new friends. I didn’t want to ruin your street-cred.”

  I cringed at my mother’s choice of words. “Don’t be silly. I did tell you’d I’d wait until Dad was up before I called.”

  “I know you did, but still … I was worried you might have had a car accident or something.”

  I rolled my eyes. That was my mother—the constant worrier. I guess after everything we’d been through it was only to be expected. I’d almost died as a child, something they never spoke to me about and thought I couldn’t remember, so it was only natural for her to be overprotective. Even so, her overprotective nature was definitely one of my reasons for wanting to get away from home. I loved her more than anything, but I needed my own space. I had no intention of telling her about the incident with the fallen wire on my drive into town, and that my car was in the shop.

  “So you’re okay, then?” she continued. “You’ve made some friends?”

  “Yes,” I said, thinking of Brooke and how I didn’t think I’d ever be classed as a ‘friend.’ But then I remembered Flynn, Laurel, and even Dana. “I’ve made some friends,” I told her. “Everyone has been great, and a group of us went out this evening.”

  I sensed her relax on the other end of the line. “That’s wonderful, sweetie. Sounds like fun. I can’t believe my baby-girl is all grown up and living away from home.” She gave a sniff.

  “I’m hardly a baby anymore, Mom.”

  “No, I know you’re not. I’m just going to spend the next few months having to remember that you’re not in the house anymore.” She lowered her voice, though if my dad was anywhere in the vicinity he’d have heard her anyway. “The daytimes are going to be very lonely.”

  “So sleep in the day and spend time with Sebastian at night. Isn’t that what you’ve been looking forward to all these years?”

  She sighed. “I lose one of you, but gain the other. I just wish I could have both.”

  “You’ve still got me, Mom. I’m only at college.”

  I heard a muttered voice beyond my mother’s. “Your father is hovering,” she said. “I’d better pass you over.”

  “Sure, Mom. I love you.”

  “I love you too, sweetie. Stay safe.”

  There was a shuffling as she handed the phone to my father.

  His deep voice came down the line, “Hey, kiddo.” I pictured him standing in our hallway, with his pale skin and dark hair, still looking no more than mid-thirties, despite being hundreds of years old.

  “Hi, Sebastian,” I said with a grin, knowing my habit of using his first name irked him. “Sleep well?”

  I felt the smile in the tone of his voice. “Like the dead. How are things with you? I assume by your mother’s lack of panic that you made the rest of your trip safely.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, no twenty car pile-up on the freeway, or freak aircraft crashing into the school.”

  Just a freak electrical wire and a runaway carnival ride.

  “Glad to hear it, though the way your mother has been acting, you’d think that’s exactly what had happened.”

  “You’ve only been awake about ten minutes.”

  “Good thing, too. At least she only had herself to drive insane.”

  “You don’t mean that.”

  It was his turn to laugh. “Of course not.”

  Despite his teasing, I didn’t have any doubts that my father would always be there for my mom, Serenity. They’d been through so much together and regularly embarrassed me with their very public displays of affection. Okay, maybe not public, but certainly around the house, and that was enough for me. The last thing any kid wants to see is their parents making out on the couch.

  “And how’s everything else,” Sebastian asked me. “How are you getting on with … things?”

  I knew what he was asking me. Both my parents were aware of my precognitive abilities, though my mom liked to pretend I’d gotten a handle on everything. My dad, who had lived with his own abilities for hundreds of years and still struggled to fit in, understood a bit more.

  “There have been a couple of weird moments, but nothing I can’t handle.”

  No breathing came down the end of the line, I could have been speaking into a dead connection, but I knew I wasn’t. “That’s great. You know any time you need us, just shout and we’ll be there.”

  “I don’t need you coming to my rescue now, Dad. I’m a grownup. I want to handle things my own way.”

  “Too independent,” he grumbled. “You always were.”

  “I think my genes have something to do with that.” I paused. “Look, Dad, I really have to go. Some people are waiting for me.”

  “Okay, no problem, sweetheart, as long as we know you’re okay. Shall I put your mom back on?”

  “No, don’t. You know what she’s like, she won’t let me go.”

  “Okay, we’ll say bye to you together.”

  There was a muffled scrape and jointly their voices came down the line, “Bye sweetie, we love you!” I could picture them with their faces pressed close together as they both tried to use the phone simultaneously. The image made me feel strangely homesick, even though I’d been so desperate to escape all this time.

  “I love you too, guys. I’ll call soon, I promise.”

  I forced myself to hang up before the repetitions of ‘I love you’ came down the line.

  As awkward as I felt heading back to our room, knowing Brooke would most likely be there, I had nowhere else to go. I could always go and sleep in my rental car, but not only would it be super uncomfortable, I also didn’t want to be a coward. Hiding from Brooke because she’d gotten an insight into my dirty little secret made me look pathetic.

  I took a deep breath, forced my feet to move, and went back to our room. She was lying on her stomach, reading a book, and only glanced in my direction before turning back to it, a scowl narrowing her eyes.

  I shrugged out of my jeans and undid my bra, slipping it out from beneath my top. I probably should have changed, but I only wore a camisole and panties to bed, and I didn’t want to expose my skin to the other g
irl any more than I already had. Slipping beneath the bedcovers, I turned my back on Brooke, facing the wall. I pressed my face into the pillow I’d brought from home, wanting to be comforted by the feel and smells of home. Instead, the pillow only served to cause a huge wave of homesickness to rise up and crash over me.

  Even though I had come to Sage Springs in order to escape the vampirism that had shadowed my entire life, right then I would have given anything to be at home with my mom and dad, Serenity and Sebastian.

  Chapter

  8

  I stood on a road on the outskirts of town. Pine forests bordered both sides of the road, but, beyond the bend ahead, I could just make out the lights of town glowing into the night sky.

  A shiver wracked through me. What was I doing here? How did I even get here? The trees on either side of me rustled as a breeze stirred their branches. I needed to get out of the middle of the road, a car might come along any minute and mow me down, but at the same time I didn’t want to go near the forest. I couldn’t explain why, but something in my gut told me to stay away.

  Movement on the road ahead caught my attention. A woman was walking up the road, a strange walk, her head held perfectly straight, staring ahead. She wore a long dress, though her feet were bare. I frowned. No, that was wrong. It wasn’t a regular dress she wore, but a nightgown. Was the woman sleepwalking?

  I began to walk toward her. “Hey, are you …?”

  But I trailed off as someone else rounded the bend, appearing behind the woman. It was an older man this time. He wore only boxer shorts and an old t-shirt, but slippers were on his feet as he shuffled along.

  What the hell?

  More people appeared, a stream of them following the woman who’d come first. Couples, teenagers, even children, clutching their teddies, their hair mussed up as though they’d just gotten out of bed. All wore the same, blank expressions. All seemed to be coming from Sage Springs.