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Authors: L. J. Smith

Tags: #Young Adult, #Fantasy, #Romance, #Vampires

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But most of her mind wasn't thinking at all, it was just reacting.
Brakes
, it told her.
Kait's foot hit the brakes, pressing and releasing the way her driver's ed teacher had advised for bad weather.
Nothing happened.
Her foot slammed down in utter defiance of the driver's ed teacher. And again, nothing happened. The van didn't skid; it didn't slow in the least.
The goat was dead ahead. There was no time to scream, no time even to think. No time to pay attention to the sudden clamor in the web as the others realized that something was wrong.
Kaitlyn wrenched at the steering wheel. The van swerved and careered to the left, into the opposite lane.
She got a flash of trees getting close very fast.
Turn right! Swerve back!
Kait wasn't sure whose thought it was, but she was already obeying. The van swung right—too far.
I'm going off the road, she thought with a curious calm.
Then everything was confusion.
Kaitlyn could never really remember what happened next, except that it was awful. Trees whipped by.
Branches hit the windshield. There was an impact—shocking—but it didn't seem to slow them.
Then the van seemed to leap and go rocketing downward.
Kaitlyn had a sense of being rattled around like a pea in a tin can. She could hear screaming—she thought it might be her own voice. And then there was another impact and everything went dark.
CHAPTER 10
K
aitlyn could hear water—a musical gurgling sound. It was soothing and part of her wanted to listen to it and rest.
But she couldn't. There was something… someone she had to worry about. Someone…
Rob.
Not just Rob. The others. Something terrible had happened and she had to make sure they were all right.
Strangely, she wasn't sure just what had happened. All she knew was that it had been awful. She had to piece together just what the awful thing might have been from what she could see around her.
Opening her eyes, she found that she was in Marisol's van. The van wasn't moving and it wasn't on the road anymore. Through the windshield she could see trees, their branches dripping with green moss.
Stretching in front of her she could see water. A creek.
For the first time, she realized that there was water around her feet.
Idiot! There was an accident!
As soon as she thought it, she looked over to Rob. He was blinking, trying to undo his seat belt, seeming as dazed as she felt.
Rob, are you okay
? Instinctively Kait used the most intimate form of speech.
Rob nodded, still looking stupefied. There was a cut on his forehead. "Yeah—are you?"
"I'm sorry; I'm so sorry…" If pressed, Kaitlyn couldn't have said what she was apologizing about. She only knew that she'd done something dreadful.
Forget sorry. We have to get out of here
, Gabriel said.
Kaitlyn twisted to look behind her. "Are you guys all right? Is anybody hurt?"
"We're okay—I think," Lewis said. He and Anna were getting up. They didn't seem to be injured, but their faces were drained of color and their eyes stared wildly.
"Help me get this open," Gabriel said sharply, wrenching at the side door.
It took all three of them to get the door open, and then Kait and Rob had to crawl over the center console of the van to go out the same way. Jumping out of the van, Kaitlyn landed in water so cold it took her breath away. With Rob's help, she waded painfully over irregular stones to the bank.
From here she could see what had happened to the van. They'd gone off the road, hit a few trees, and then plunged down a steep embankment into the creek. Kaitlyn supposed it was lucky they'd finished right side up. The silver-blue van was dented and battered—the right front fender a mass of twisted metal.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. She now remembered what she had to be sorry for. She was doubly guilty—she'd lost control of the van and she'd failed to interpret her own drawing, the drawing that might have warned her.
"Don't worry, Kait," Rob said gently, putting his arms around her. But then he winced.
"Oh, Rob, your head—there's a terrible cut."
He put a hand to it. "Not that bad." But he squatted down on the fern-covered embankment. Rain dripped from the trees around him.
"We should wash it," Anna said. "We've got water, but we need some cloth—"
"My duffel bag!" Kaitlyn started into the water, but Gabriel held her back, seizing her arm ungently.
"That's dangerous, you idiot," he said. His gray eyes were hard.
"But I
need
it," Kaitlyn said. She felt that she could stop the shaking inside her if she just had something to
do
, some action to perform.
Gabriel's mouth twisted. "For God's sake—oh, all
right
. You stay here." Letting go of her so roughly it was almost a push, he turned and waded to the van. A moment later he was splashing back, holding not only Kait's bag, but Anna's, which contained the files Rob had taken from the hidden room.
"Thank you," Kaitlyn said, trying to look him in the eye.
"The blankets and sleeping bags are all soaked," Gabriel said briefly. "Not worth saving—we'll never dry them out in this weather."
Anna used a T-shirt of Kaitlyn's to wash Rob's cut and staunch the bleeding. Then she said, "Hold this, Kait," and went hiking up the embankment. She returned with a handful of something green.
"Hemlock needles," she said. "They're good for burns; maybe they'll help a cut, too." She applied them to Rob's head.
Lewis had been staring around at the dripping trees, twirling his baseball hat on one finger. Now he said abruptly, "Look, what happened? Did we skid or—"
"It was my fault," Kaitlyn said.
"No, it wasn't," Rob said stubbornly. The T-shirt bandage Anna had made hung over one eye, giving him the rakish look of a pirate. "There was a goat in the road."
Lewis stopped twirling his hat. "A goat."
"Yes. A gray goat…" Rob's voice trailed off and he looked at Kaitlyn. "Gray," he said. "Colorless, really."
Kaitlyn stared at him, then shut her eyes. "Oh."
Anna said, "You think it was an apparition? Like the gray people?"
"Of course it was," Kaitlyn said. She'd been so shaken by the accident that she'd forgotten what had happened just before. "I'm so stupid—it had red eyes. Like some sort of demon. And—oh, Rob!" She opened her eyes. "The brakes didn't work. I kept pressing and pressing, but they didn't work!" The trembling at her core seemed to expand suddenly until her whole body was shivering violently.
Rob put his arm around her, and she clung to him, trying to calm herself. "So it was a psychic attack," he said. "The goat was some kind of illusion—maybe an astral projection. At Durham I heard of psychics who could project a part of themselves in the shape of an animal. And the brakes had been tampered with—it must have been long-distance PK. The whole thing was a setup."
"And we could have been killed," Anna said thinly.
Gabriel's laugh was harsh. "Of course. They're playing for keeps."
Rob straightened his shoulders. "Well, the van's not worth salvaging—and besides, we'd better not let anybody find us here. They'll ask questions, want to call the police."
Kaitlyn could feel her heart skip a beat. She lifted her head to stare at Rob in dismay. "But—but, then, what do we
do
?"
"We go to my house," Anna said quietly. "My parents will help us."
Rob hesitated. "We agreed, no parents," he said. "We could end up putting them in danger—"
"But we don't have a
choice
," Anna said, just as quietly but with steel behind the softness. "We're stuck without a car or food, we don't have anywhere to sleep… Listen to me, Rob. My parents can take care of themselves. Right now
we're
the ones in trouble."
"She's right," Lewis said soberly. "What else can we do? We can't afford a hotel and we can't sleep out here."
Rob nodded reluctantly. Kaitlyn allowed herself to feel some relief. Just the thought of having somewhere specific to go was comforting. But Anna's next words dispelled the comfort.
"It means we'll have to give up following the coast."
Anna was saying. "We should just cut straight across to the Sound. We'll have to hitchhike, I guess."
"
Five
of us?" Gabriel said. "Who's going to pick up five teenagers?"
Secretly Kaitlyn agreed. Standing in the rain trying to get a ride—in a strange state—when there were five of you—and you had to be on the alert for the police… well, it wasn't her idea of fun. But what other choice did they have?
"We've got to try," Rob was saying. "At least, maybe somebody will take Anna and Kait with 'em—and then maybe the girls can find a phone and call Anna's folks."
Helping each other, they climbed through the wet ferns and bracken, up the embankment, and to the road. Rob said they had better walk a little distance away from the van to lessen the chance that they'd be connected with it.
"We're lucky," he said. "You can't see the creek from the road, and nobody was around to actually see the accident."
Kaitlyn tried to keep reminding herself she was lucky as she stuck her thumb out, staring down the lonely road.
There weren't many cars. A long truck carrying huge logs passed without stopping. So did a black Chevy pickup full of orange and green fishing net.
Kaitlyn looked around as they waited. The rain had eased to a drizzle, but the world had a sodden look that was rather menacing. All the trees here, including the alders, were covered with thick mint-colored moss. It was a disturbing sight, all those branches that weren't white or brown, but lumpy unnatural green.
She felt a glow in the web just as Lewis asked, "What are you doing, Rob?"
Rob was standing with his eyes shut, an expression of concentration on his face. "Just moving energy around," he said. "I could think better if this cut would start healing." He opened his eyes, pulling the T-shirt bandage off. Kait saw with relief that the cut had stopped bleeding. There was even a little color in Rob's face.
"Okay," he said and smiled. "Now, how about the rest of you? Anybody starting to hurt?"
Lewis shrugged; Anna shook her head. Gabriel kept looking down the road, ignoring the question.
Kaitlyn shifted, then said, "No, I'm fine." She wasn't; she was chilled and miserable and her entire left side had begun to ache. But she felt somehow that she didn't merit healing. She didn't
deserve
it.
"Kait—I can
feel
you're not," Rob was beginning, when Lewis said, "Another car!"
It was approaching slowly, an old Pontiac the color of pumpkin pie.
"It won't stop," Gabriel said sourly. "
Nobody's
going to stop for five teenagers."
The car passed them, and Kait got a glimpse of a young woman behind the rain-splattered window.
Then brake lights flashed, and the car slowed to a stop.
"Come on!" Rob said.
As they reached the car, the driver's window opened. Kaitlyn heard the beat of Caribbean music, and then a voice. "You looking for a ride?"
It wasn't a young woman, Kaitlyn realized. It was a girl. A girl who didn't look any older than they were.
She was slender and small-boned, with a pale and delicate face that contrasted sharply with her heavy shock of dark hair. Her eyes were gray-green.
"We sure are," Lewis said eagerly. Kaitlyn could feel his admiration in the web. "We're a little wet, though," he added apologetically. "Well, more than a little. A lot."
"Doesn't matter," the girl said carelessly. "The seats are vinyl—it's my granny's car. Get in."
Kaitlyn hesitated. There was something about this girl—she seemed fragile, but there was something almost furtive about her.
Rob? I'm not sure we should.
Rob glanced at Kait in surprise.
What's wrong
?
I don't know. She's just
—
does she seem okay to you
?
She seems
great
to me
, Lewis interrupted.
Jeez, what a babe. And I'm freezing out here
.
Kaitlyn still wasn't sure.
Anna
?
Anna had been walking around the back of the Pontiac, but had stopped at Kaitlyn's first message. Now she said gently,
You're probably still shaken up, Kait. I think she's fine
—
and besides, we can all fit
in this car
!
"Yes, we can, can't we?" Gabriel said aloud, not seeming to mind the girl's inquisitive glance. Kaitlyn wondered how they must appear to the girl—all five of them standing frozen and silent—and then Gabriel suddenly coming out with this strange rhetorical question.
All right, let's do it
, Kait said hastily. She was embarrassed, and she didn't want to argue anymore. But as Rob opened the door, she asked Gabriel,
What did you mean
?
Nothing. It's just an interesting coincidence that we jit, that's all.
Anna and Lewis got in the front with the girl. Kaitlyn slid in the back seat after Rob, and Gabriel followed her. The white vinyl seats creaked under their weight.
"My name's Lydia," the girl said in that same careless voice. "Where are you going?"
They introduced themselves—or rather Lewis introduced them—and Anna said, "We're trying to get to Suquamish, near Poulsbo—but that's pretty far away. Where were you headed?"
Lydia shrugged. "I wasn't headed anywhere, really. I took the day off school to drive around."
"Oh, do you go to North Mason High? I have a cousin there."
Anna's question was perfectly innocent, but Lydia seemed affronted. "It's a private school," she said briefly. Then she said, "Are you getting enough heat back there? If I turn it too high, the windows steam up."
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