Dark Water: A Siren Novel (29 page)

“Sit, Vanessa. Please.”

“I’m fine standing.”

Her lips pressed together but she didn’t protest. “Did Charlotte tell you what she came here to tell you?”

“She didn’t come here to tell me anything. She just stopped by on her way to Canada. She said she wanted to see me because she didn’t know how long she’d be gone.”

“She didn’t want you to worry.”

“About what?”

In the brief silence that followed this question, I understood.

“Charlotte … wasn’t going to meet with the Nenuphars?”

I asked.

“She wanted to. She hoped to see if reconciliation was possible, and if they’d forgive her transgressions quickly enough to help her. But she also knew that time was critical, and that the longer she stayed here, the less chance she had of making it there.”

I tried to process this. “She didn’t just stop by Winter Harbor on her way up? She planned to come here?”

“Yes. She wanted to give you the space you’d asked for last fall, but she also wanted to tell you things you needed to know before she no longer could. She made it look like a spur-of-the-moment decision so that you’d be more willing to welcome her.”

“So by staying here, for me … she risked her life?”

Betty’s head tilted to one side. “She risked her life long ago, Vanessa. For a time, you gave it back.”

Slightly aware that my legs were growing numb beneath me, I walked around the bed and sank onto the window seat.

“But what about last fall?” I asked. “At the bottom of the lake, she was so strong. She looked so young, so healthy.”

“She looked her age. Because she’d taken a life to give her the strength to stop Raina and the other sirens.”

I forced my mind past this part. “That wasn’t that long ago. What happened?”

Betty hesitated. “Before I go on, Vanessa, I need to know … did Charlotte tell you about your future? And what you’ll need to do in order to—”

“Yes.” I cut her off, not wanting to hear her say it out loud. “She did.”

“Very well.” Betty’s eyes shifted toward the bed, rested somewhere above Charlotte’s hidden face. “She never wanted to do that herself, hence sparing your father and hiding out in Boston. As a result, the aging process happened quickly, and that’s why she looked like a grandmother, and not a mother, when you first met her. As you now know, Nenuphars have greater physical needs than normal sirens. This being the case, she actually looked even older than an ordinary siren would under similar circumstances.”

I pictured Charlotte at the coffee shop months earlier, remembered the seaweed drink she’d served me before I knew
who she was. The memory prompted tears; I blinked them away.

“When she took a life, the clock turned back instantly, giving her seemingly boundless energy and vitality,” Betty said. “But the first time is always the most effective.”

My breath caught. “The first time?” I practically whispered.

Her head turned toward me. “So she didn’t tell you everything.” Betty sighed. “Yes, to experience long, seemingly normal lives, we depend on those of others. Taking one man might sustain us for a few months, but once its effects wear off, the aging process begins again—and accelerates. In order for Charlotte to have had a different fate, she would have needed to kill again. And though she loved you more than you’ll ever know and was beyond elated to spend time with you … she couldn’t bring herself to do it. That wasn’t who she wanted to be for you.”

Fresh tears brimmed. I didn’t bother blinking them away. “So death was the best option?”

“She thought better hers than someone else’s.”

I turned and faced the windows. Pressing my forehead to the cool metal screen, I focused on breathing.

“So you,” I whispered, “you’ve …?”

“I have. It’s not something I’m proud of, but I had a daughter and, eventually, two granddaughters to care for. When it became clear that Raina intended to use her powers maliciously and teach Zara and Paige to do the same, being there for them was even more important. So I did what I had to do.”

It was too much. All of it—Charlotte, Colin, girls dying, my friends and family suffering, our uncertain futures. It was all too much. I didn’t think I could handle it.

“Whatever you do, Vanessa,” Betty continued gently, “do not blame yourself. You’re not responsible for her death. The only other thing Charlotte wanted besides your health and happiness was for our legacy to magically disappear. At the very least, she wanted the public to never know about us or suffer by our hands. She couldn’t control the greater siren community, but she could control her own actions.” Betty paused, took a deep breath. “So even if your paths had never crossed, this was bound to happen—and sooner rather than later.”

Tears streamed down my face and neck as we fell into silence. Several minutes later, I asked, “What about a funeral?”

“She didn’t want one. Besides, her body wouldn’t last long enough for arrangements to be made. Most don’t.”

“So what do we do with … how do we …?”

Betty’s voice was soft, apologetic, when she answered. “We return her to the sea one last time. I’d be honored to take her whenever you’re ready.”

“I can do it.”

“It’s lovely of you to offer, dear, but—”

“I
want
to do it.” I turned, saw Betty’s chin lower toward her chest in resignation. “When?”

“As soon as you feel up to it. Oliver and I will just need a few minutes to prepare.”

I stood up and crossed the room. “I’ll send him in.”

In the hallway, Oliver stood next to Dad, who still sat slumped in an armchair. I went to them and touched Dad’s shoulder.

“She didn’t want a funeral,” I said gently. “Do you want to take a moment with her before …?” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

His frizzy white hair floated on air as he shook his head. “I already did.”

I looked at Oliver. He nodded once and returned to the guest room.

“Your friends are here,” Dad said. “Simon, Paige, Caleb. And a nice blonde girl I’d never met before.”

Natalie. That was strange. Why would Paige invite her along?

“They wanted to make sure you were okay,” Dad said. “Do you want me to get them?”

I was tempted to ask for Simon and Paige, but I was afraid I’d lose my nerve if I saw the concern and sadness on their faces. So I thanked him but said I’d wait to see them until I was back.

Fifteen minutes later, Betty and Oliver joined us. Betty reached for my hand, and I gave it to her.

“Swim as long as you’d like and rest her wherever feels right. Don’t worry about the container—it will disintegrate before night falls.” She squeezed my fingers. “We’ll be here when you’re done.”

Which was what Charlotte had said the day she showed up at the restaurant a few weeks ago and I’d left her on the dock to talk to Simon. A lump formed in my throat; I forced it down into my chest.

Dad stood and the three of them left for the living room. I
went to the guest room, which had been cleaned up and looked as if no one had stayed there in some time. The bed was made. Charlotte’s belongings were gone. Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, which hung straight and even. The only evidence that the room had been recently occupied was a square bag on the window seat.

That
, I thought,
is my mother
.

The bag was silver and crinkled, like heavy-duty cellophane. It had a zipper on top and two straps attached to the back. It was lighter than I expected, and I almost unzipped it to check its contents, but didn’t. Instead of wearing it on my back, I hugged it to my chest. I held it like this down the hall, outside, and all the way to the beach. I put it down only to take off my sneakers and socks, and then I picked it up and hugged it again.

I never wore the bag like a backpack. In the water, I paddled with one arm, using the other to hold the bag close. I didn’t know how long I swam or how far. But I didn’t stop until I reached a large coral reef near the ocean floor. My eyes had adapted to darker water over the past year, and I could see that the structure teemed with colorful fish and plant life. It was a bright spot in an otherwise black world. Deciding that this suited Charlotte, I swam to a small crevice and carefully set down the bag.

And that was it. There was no ceremony. No sad music or fond speeches. A woman’s challenging life had come to a difficult end, and this was all she got. A biodegradable bag at the bottom of the ocean.

I stayed there for as long as I thought I could without worrying everyone waiting on land. Then I pressed one hand to the bag, pictured a young, healthy, smiling Charlotte, and said good-bye.

My head stayed clear as I returned to the surface. Back at the house, I found my friends and family gathered in the living room. Mom had switched into hostess mode and served tea and sandwiches, most of which sat untouched. I assured everyone I was fine, then asked for a few minutes alone with my friends. As Mom, Dad, Betty, and Oliver retreated to the kitchen, I sat on the couch next to Simon, who put his around me instantly.

“I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll stop Colin.”

C
HAPTER 22
 

A
BOUT A WEEK LATER
, Paige fiddled with her cell phone on my bed while I prepared for my date. Getting ready was taking much longer than I’d planned because my body wasn’t cooperating. It had been six days since I’d stolen the charge of energy from the Hike House manager, and it showed.

“Who
is
she?” Paige groaned lightly. “How come I can’t place her?”

“Maybe you don’t know her.” Standing before the bathroom mirror, I rubbed a third layer of moisturizer into my face, neck, and hands.

“I knew Carla and Erica. And this girl, at least from the back, looks familiar.”

I didn’t answer. Caleb had been sent three new photos of our stalker’s latest target, a petite brunette, which he’d forwarded Paige at her request. She’d been driving herself crazy trying to place the girl since, without success.

“Did I go to school with her? Has she been to the restaurant?”

As Paige wracked her brain, I finished off a gallon of salt water and waited to see if it made a difference. When my skin stayed pale and dry and the slight creases around my nose, mouth, and eyes didn’t smooth, I reached for my last line of defense: makeup. It took blush, lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, and half a bottle of foundation, but eventually, I thought I could pass for eighteen again.

“Wow.” Paige’s eyes traveled from my head to my toes as I came out of the bathroom.

“Is it too much?” I turned toward the freestanding full-length mirror. “I don’t want to look like I tried that hard. It might make him suspicious.”

She got up from the bed and stood next to me. “You look just amazing enough.”

As I smiled at her reflection, I couldn’t help but think the same about her. Paige had always been a head turner, even before her transformation, but she was even more beautiful now. Her long hair shone, and her creamy skin was smooth. Her blue eyes were lighter and brighter than I’d ever seen them. She didn’t wear a stitch of makeup—and she didn’t have to. We were the same age, but she looked younger now than she did a year ago, while under my cosmetic disguise I looked much older. According to Charlotte, this was partially because I’d transformed sooner, but also because I was a Nenuphar and Paige wasn’t. A small part of me was envious. But mostly, I was
relieved. I didn’t want my best friend to have to deal with what I’d been going through. Ever.

I gave my reflection another quick review. The rest of my body was as dry as my face, so I’d borrowed a long linen skirt from Mom to cover my legs. I’d paired that with a tank top, my denim jacket, and sandals. I’d left my hair down and let it air-dry so that it looked natural, wavy.

As long as Colin didn’t look too closely, I should be okay.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Paige asked. “We could tag team and totally blow his mind.”

I’d actually considered this but decided against it. I hadn’t broached the topic yet, but for whatever reason, Paige had been fairly reckless with her abilities lately. So although backup would be nice, I didn’t trust her not to do something that might alert him and ruin our chance.

“Thanks,” I said, “but I’ll be fine. Plus, you guys will be right down the road, so if anything goes wrong—”

“Which it won’t.”

“Which it won’t … but if I need you for any reason, you won’t be far away. And the best part is, I won’t even have to use my cell phone.”

The suggestion that I might reach out to her the way Charlotte had taught me seemed to appease her. She pulled me into a tight hug.

“Be careful,” she whispered. “Or I’ll never talk to you again.” We headed for the kitchen, where Mom was baking and Dad reading, and told them we were having dinner and watching a
movie at Paige’s. They still looked concerned as I kissed them good-bye, just as they now did anytime I left the house, but they didn’t protest or try to convince us to stay.

And then we got in our cars and drove to town. When we reached Main Street, Paige turned right and continued to Betty’s Chowder House. I stayed straight and found a parking spot across the street from Murph’s Grill.