So have you noted my tone or not? Frosty insisted.
Noted.
Thus began the threats that if I told anyone about what had happened, even Kat, Id be bloody toast. Yawn. Id just survived a car ride after a rabbit-sighting. More than that, Frosty was human, not zombie, and hindered by Cole. No way hed really follow through.
You told me this stuff already, you know, I pointed out.
Then let me tell you again. And he did. Three more times, his tone morphing from barely leashed fury to condescension.
When he finished that third round of threats, I said, Why dont you tell me whats really bothering you, huh? One minute you were fine with me, but now you cant stand me.
He tangled a hand through his dark blond hair. I dont know what you did to him. I mean, youre hot, yeah, and you seem nice enough, but he doesnt normally defend the new kid. And those vision things between the two of you are weird. And Im just gonna say it, I dont trust you. Ive learned my lesson about people like you.
By people like me, you better mean wonderful and caring.
Frosty sputtered for a response, before finally settling on After everything Ive thrown at you, thats what you have to say?
I wasnt sure how I felt about the fact that he and Cole shared the same incredulous reaction when dealing with me. Yes.
You are such a chick.
I widened my eyes in mock surprise. No way. Are you sure?
Sighing again, he rubbed at the tattoos on his wrist. Mackenzie was right. You arent slayer material.
Before he had time to register my intentions, I threw a punch. My sore, swollen knuckles slammed into his cheekbone, thrusting his head to the side. Pain shot up my arm, but I bit my tongue to stop a moan.
You were saying?
He popped his jaw, rubbed at the reddening skinand slowly grinned. Okay, so now I understand why Cole likes you. Youre worse than Kat. And dont you dare ask if I think Cole likes you more than Mackenzie, you should know Im not talking about his feelings, her feelings, your feelings, or anything to do with that crap. Got it?
Id already known I was far from normal, but this proved it. As hed spoken, Id skipped from Kat to feelings to crap, and put together a few pieces of the Kat versus Frosty and Trina puzzle. Im guessing you never cheated on Kat. You werewhat? Injured the night you phoned her?
Injured, yes, was his only reply.
Bright rays of sun streamed past the tinted windows, causing his eyes to flash with fire, deepening the brown and burning away the blue. Lines of tension branched from the corners, making me wonder if hed gotten any sleep last night. Probably not. His hair was disheveled from more than just the plow-through, and his clothes were wrinkled, as if hed worn them all night.
I hadnt gotten any sleep, either. Even though Cole had assured me the cabin was watched and guarded, every whistle of wind had rattled me. Id paced in front of the only window in my (private) bedroom, and, of course, Id listened at my door. Not that Id heard anything.
You called Trina immediately after talking to Kat because I prompted.
He gave a low growl. Because Trina had fought the zombies with me that night. She saved my life, and was injured for it. Injured far worse than me. I was checking on her, that was all.
Understanding took root and grew limbs. Frosty was willing to let Kat think the worst of him, was even willing to lose her, though he loved her, just to keep the groups secrets. From this moment on, the same sense of loyalty would be expected from me. Well, last night Kat told me to tell you she hates you. I wasnt lying about that. I didnt say it to hurt him; I said it to hopefully propel him into fixing things with her, somehow, someway.
The muscles in his jaw clenched. When Cole called to tell us what was going on, I had to leave her right in the middle of our get-back-together conversation. She wasnt happy.
An understatement, Im sure. Kat had dressed herself up for him, had danced with him, kissed him. What hed done was the equivalent of leaving a date at the restaurant and expecting her to pick up the tab.
Ill tell her you had to help me and Cole with car troubles. It was the truth, without actually being the truth. The zombies had indeed caused car trouble. Like, wed needed to be in one driving away stat.
Yeah, okay. His shoulders sagged with a measure of relief. You can tell Kat I helped you last night. Thanks.
He wasnt happy with me, wouldnt take back his threats, but he would still let me go to bat for him. Suddenly I was glad I hadnt made any guy friends at my old school. They were more trouble than they were worth. So what happened last night? With thezombies? The word snagged on my tongue. Hearing it in my own voice creeped me out, proving how drastically my world had changed. Cole mentioned that they werent supposed to be on the prowl.
For that matter, how had they known we were at the club? I know they could see us and only us, but wed been inside the building. They couldnt see past brick, could they? Or had their other senses kicked in? Had they smelled us?
And why do we see them? I finished.
Were you like this with Cole, Miss Query? Jeez. He shrugged those big shoulders. He said to answer any questions you had, so fine, I will, but I dont even know where to start.
Try.
Why do we see them? Well, why was Cole born with violet eyes? Why is your hair so pale? Were just born that way.
But I didnt see the zombies until after my dad died.
Sometimes it takes a traumatic event to cause a persons ability to kick in. Others can see into the spiritual realm from birth. Why, we dont know.
How was it for you?
A pause as he gritted his teeth, letting me know he really didnt want to answer. But did he? Yeah. Birth. Bronx is like you, though. His mother was a drug addict and when he was eight she got tired of caring for him and dropped him off on an abandoned road. He had to walk in the cold and the dark, and the fear broke through whatever barrier was there to keep him from seeing the zombies.
The sharpness of my sympathy nearly sliced my heart into pieces. Frosty had had to deal with this madness his entire life, and Bronx had been seeing the monsters since the age of eight, Emmas age, after his mother had washed her hands of him. No wonder both boys looked as hard as nails. No wonder Frosty refused to trust me, and Bronx had never spoken a word to me.
What about Coles parents? Do either of them see the zombies?
Something unreadable flashed in his eyes. His dad.
Sohis dad could seeand my dad had been able to seebut the difference in our upbringings was astonishing. His dad had probably been filled with power, authority. Mine had been filled with fear, defeat.
How did you guys find each other? Zombies arent something you talk about at meeting one.
He ran his tongue over his teeth. Just like the zombies are drawn to us, were drawn to each other. And after what Cole told me about your first morning with him at Asher, you know exactly what Im talking about.
But he also said no one else had experienced anything like that.
Not to that degree, no. Frosty glanced at a wristwatch he wasnt wearing. Wow. Look at the time. I need to go.
Oh, please. But, fine, whatever. Hint taken. Are you going to Reeves party tonight? I asked as I unbuckled.
Maybe. Someone will have to watch Coles back.
Harsh. One last question. I stepped out of the car and into the daylight. Leaning down, smiling sweetly, I said, Do you want me to help Kat find a new boyfriend?
I shut the door, effectively silencing his response.
He peeled out and disappeared down the street. He might have flipped me off.
Happy that Id had the last word, I trekked to my house. To my continued happiness, my grandparents were outside gardening and I made it to my room unnoticed. That meant I could catch a few beauty zs before they grilled me about the sleepover. I wrote them a note, saying Id stayed up all nighttruth!and headed upstairs to nap.
Halfway up, my cell vibrated to signal a text had just come in. The sweatpants had a pocket, and thats where Id stashed my phone. I read the screen, and my knees began trembling.
Screen name C. Holland said, Ill C U 2nite. 1st WOA. Hide weapons in UR room. Never know when U might need em.
Weapons. I seriously doubted he was referring to the baseball bat I had up there. After seeing him work those zombies over, he could only mean knives.
This is a whole new world, Bell. Better get used to it. I trudged back into the kitchen, quietly picked two of the largest blades, plus two of the smaller ones, and prayed Nana wouldnt miss them or find them in my room. No telling what shed think.
Took me half an hour to decide where to hide them, but in the end I went with under my pillow for easy access, the closet, behind the door, and under a pile of books by the window.
Now too jazzed for my nap, I plopped in front of the computer, intending to research zombies, but little aches and pangs prevented me from sitting still. And jazzed or not, I was exhausted. The words began to blur together.
In that moment, I understood what my mom used to tell me. No matter your state of mind, you had to find a way to recharge.
Yawning, I placed my phone on my nightstand and climbed into bed, the covers plumping around me. To my surprise, my mind instantly quieted and I slipped into a deep, deep sleep where no dreams dared intrude. Maybe the fact that I finally had a purpose had helped usher me to this sense of peace. Maybe it had released some of the guilt that had taken up residence inside me since the accident. After all, Id survived when the rest of my family hadnt, and Id been wasting my life, doing nothing but worrying. Until now.
Now, I would learn to ash the zombies. I would make a difference. I would save other families from suffering the way I had suffered.
I almost felt sorry for the zombies. Almost. Id never been so determined in my life. They wouldnt stand a chance.
* * *
A knock sounded at my door.
Come in, I rasped, trying to pry my seemingly glued eyelids apart. I wasnt sure how long Id slept, but I knew I needed another hundred hours before even thinking about leaving the comfort of my bed.
Nana peeked her head into my room. Shed pulled her sleek dark bob into a low ponytail, and she wore very little makeup, but then, even at her age she didnt need much. Her skin seemed to glow today, vitality pulsing from her. For the first time, I saw my mother in her. The timeless beauty, the gentleness.
I love you, Nana, I said, unwilling to hold back the words that Id denied my mother.
Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, wetting her lashes. I love you, too. Very much. She cleared her throat, as if to prevent a total breakdown. So you and Kat stayed up all night, did you?
Yes, I said, part of me wishing I could tell her something that would make her smile. We stayed up all night pillow fighting!
Maybe next time youll go to bed at a decent hour.
Doubtful, I grumbled. There probably wouldnt be a next time. My evenings would now be devoted to Cole and zombie slaying.
I remember those days, she said with a wistful sigh. Come on, kiddo. Its time to get up and around. Lunch is on the table.
Ill be down in a minute, promise.
No more than ten, she replied, her stern frown ruined by the gleam of happiness radiating from her. She shut the door behind her, leaving me alone.
I stretched, winced as my sore muscles protested and injuries pulled, and grabbed my phone. Three new texts awaited me.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and saw that the first was from Kat, aka Meow. U promised deets!
The second was also from Kat. Where are my deets??
The third was from Justin. Well, I hadnt stored his number, so the digits were unfamiliar, but I knew it was him because of the question. What time should I pick U up?
Hed once asked me if I was dating Cole, and Id said no. No was still the answer. But. There was always a but, wasnt there? Last night, Cole and I had nearly had sex on a dance floor. Wed fought zombies together, and hed invited me into his group. Hed answered some of my questions, and planned to answer more (or so he claimed). Hed protected me from the wrath of his friends. Maybe he was ready to date me.
Would I say yes if he asked? Better question: Was I ready for a relationship with a guy like him?
Before the zombies, I had already decided no. After the zombies, Ihad to change my mind, I realized. Id almost died. I didnt know how much longer I had left. I needed to live life to the fullest while I had the chance.
He had more experience, yes, and he had a commanding personality Id always have to be on guard against, and okay, the thought of being with him scared me as much as it fascinated me, but if he liked me, Id go out with him. I was done allowing fear to dictate my life.
No way Id give the zombies something to enjoy.
But if Cole didnt want me, fine. Id be okay. Sure, I might cry about it for a few days (cough weeks cough), but Id be okay. He wasnt the be-all and end-all. Right?
Groaning, I lumbered from the bed, brushed my hair and teeth and changed into my own clothing. I shot Kat a quick, Deets 2 come later. Promise.
I shot Justin a more thought out, How does 8 sound?
There wasnt enough time left of my ten minutes to wait for their replies, so I headed to the kitchen for lunch. On todays menu was turkey on rye and chips. One whiff, and I was a ravenous beast monster, my mouth watering and my stomach grumbling.
I devoured my portion without coming up for air.
Wow, Pops said, staring at me from across the table as if Id grown horns. You never told us you were a sandwich fan.
I can make ham and Swiss for dinner, Nana said, then frowned. What happened to your wrists and hands?
As ladylike as possible, I wiped the mustard from my upper lip. My hands? I studied the cuts and bruises, the swelling, and hoped with every ounce of my being that I looked calmer than I suddenly felt. Oh, that. I fell. Again with the truth that wasnt really the truth.