Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy) (2 page)

Maybe my roommate knew me a little better than I realized.

“Can you blame me?! Adam is to die for.” I could not believe I just said those words.

“I can’t believe you said that.” Emily reiterated my thoughts.

I flushed, embarrassed, and leaned back in my chair. “What am I supposed to do? I didn’t quit because of protocol, okay? And I need any advantage with Adam. You know Shelly Whistworth has her claws in him.”

Emily was annoyed. “You have to go and talk to Mr. Moser. You did break the rules and he’s worried about a lawsuit. And Adam Darley is not worth your time to lie and lower yourself. If he’s a stand-up guy, he’ll recognize that you’re much more fun to be with than Shelly Witless. If he’s not and he goes to her, he’s not the guy that you’ll want anyway.”

“I’m not lowering myself,” I remarked, and crossed my arms. “I’m just being manipulative.”

Emily looked at me knowingly. “Well, stop. It’s annoying.”

“It’s fun.”

Emily opened her mouth and started to say something, but I felt the blast of cold race through me. My heart slowed as the vamp walked towards me from the opposite direction. His eyes were on me again. He seemed to look right through me, but he didn’t slow his pace. He walked right past.

I hated vampires. I knew what they could do from personal experience. However, there were a lot of good vampires that liked to hang out on campus. Some of them even took classes and wanted to learn. This guy looked like a regular college student and he walked like one. Right to the computer lab, and back out again for a Mountain Dew. Typical college behavior, but I was betting he wasn’t one of the ‘good’ vampires.

“Do you know who that is?”

“You interrupted me. I was talking.”

I watched as he returned from the vending machines and sat back down at a computer. “That guy. Do you know him?”

“We’re at a school with six thousand students. Really?! We’re freshmen, Davina. How can you expect that I’d know him?”

I turned and regarded her. “Do you know him or not?”

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“Who is he, Emily?” I leaned closer and hoped he couldn’t hear us. There were two glass walls between us and the computer lab always buzzed with conversations and printing papers. If he tuned in, he could hear us, but for once I hoped that I wasn’t a speck on this guy’s radar. Correction—make that this vampire’s radar.

“He’s in my social work class.”

“Intro?”

“Yeah. He’s a junior and he’s fulfilling a requirement.” She sounded like she’d practiced that. Something felt off with her. She liked to share her opinions on people, but she didn’t with this guy.

“You like him.” I couldn’t fault her. Vamps had seductive appeal down to perfection. Emily was a girl. Even
she
would fall under their power whether they intended it or not.
The only way you could fight against their pull is if you knew what they were.

“I do not!” Emily cried out. She started to gather her books back up, but I laid a hand on them.

“It’s okay. He’s dreamy. I understand.” I glanced back over, but sighed in disgust.

He just sat there at the computer. His hands didn’t move on the keyboard. “Who is he?” I asked again, still watching the back of his head.

He sat rigidly.

“Luke Roane,” Emily sighed. She’d be mortified at how dreamy it sounded.

“Roane?” I arched my eyebrows.

What kind of name was that? I’d heard of a Roane back home, but the name was only spoken about as a legend. Most of the vamps didn’t believe he existed. I didn’t like this new twist. My college life wasn’t supposed to deal with supernatural things like this. I wanted an Adam in my life, not a vampire named Roane.

“He’s really intelligent.” Emily had opened her floodgates. Now her opinions flew freely. “He cares about the world and he’s got some super insights into humanity.”

I bet he did.

“Even Professor Sulls asks his opinions on matters. Luke’s like no other guy that I know. I mean, I respect him. I have really high standards and I only respect two other guys,” she said, casually.

“I know.” I said dryly, “Jesus and Martin Luther King Jr.”

“Can you believe it?” Emily sighed again. She was on the fast track for her first college lovecrush. It was my little name for those crushes when a girl thinks she’s in love. They were annoying… to everybody.

Lovecrushes aside—or maybe front and center—I hadn’t moved my eyes off Roane’s back, but then my eyes slid past his shoulders to his black computer screen. I found myself staring smack head-on with him. I gasped in mortification. He’d been staring right at me the whole time. This was not good, not at all. He knew that I knew. I knew that he knew I knew. I could’ve pretended that I didn’t know he was listening to us, but now all bets were off.

He’d seen.

I smiled smugly and whispered, “I know what you are.”

His face didn’t move. His eyes didn’t react, but I knew I’d made him angry.

CHAPTER TWO

I called my empath sponsor and planned to meet her for coffee. When I pushed through the glass doors of Coffee Java, I inhaled the freshly brewed aroma and felt like I’d just touched a piece of
heaven.

Blue looked up and waved an arm from a back booth tucked into the corner with bookcases and empty tables surrounding it. I liked how private it was. Blue got her name for her graying hair that she dyed with blue highlights. She liked that it gave her an out-of-this-world quality although she was very much an earthly woman. Every one of the bracelets jangling on her wrist stood for a cause – pollution, cancer, save the forests, happiness from an orgasm.

I smiled widely as I weaved my way through the book cases. “Blue-cheese, how are you?”

She laughed with her raspy deep-throated voice. “That never gets old.” Nudging forward a coffee, she added, “Take it. You know it’s for you.”

I nabbed it and closed my eyes when the liquid touched my lips. It was so good, so yummy, and I knew I really
was
in heaven.

She closed the novel she’d been reading and pushed it to the side. She wasn’t one for idle talk. “Okay, girl. Out with it.”

“I have a problem.”

She arched a perfectly outlined eyebrow and rested her chin on her hand.

“I have
vamp
problems,” I said further.

Understanding dawned in her grey eyes. All empaths understood that statement. Sometimes we felt too much, but when we felt a vampire our senses went haywire from what
they
felt. “Are you still practicing your blocks?”

I nodded. I’d upped my level since I joined the hotline.

“That’s good. Keep at it. Now, tell me about the vamp problem.”

What could I say? “It’s nothing really, but a feeling. He saw me in the library today with my roommate. I asked her about him and he heard the whole thing.”

Blue frowned. Her purple lips rubbed together. “What’s the problem? Vamps are used to that.”

“I was watching him when I asked her about him. I didn’t realize that he’d been watching the entire time.”

“What do you mean ‘watching’?” She narrowed her eyes.

“He knew that I knew what he was. It was like a challenge or something. I didn’t like it.”

“Oh, girl.” Blue frowned deeply this time. “What’d you do?”

I took a sip of my coffee, but the flavor didn’t taste heavenly anymore.

“Girl.”

“I might’ve said something like ‘I know what you are’ …or something.”

She pursed those purple lips together and reached for her coffee. I felt her disapproval coming at me in waves. “You did what?”

“I couldn’t help it, alright? It was like he was challenging me or something.”

Blue sat her coffee down and leaned forward in a matronly way. “You know better, Davina. You have issues with vampires. We all do, but you’ve got more. You gotta fight that. Now what’s gonna happen? You know vampires. They love challenges. He’s going to be all over you now.
Then
what? How are you going to get away?”

In a small voice, I murmured, “I could always do what I did before.”

Blue let out a disgusted sound and rolled her eyes. “I would not recommend lighting a vampire on fire. It didn’t help you back home. It won’t help you this time. Learn from your mistakes, child.”

My back stiffened at that. I hated being called Davina and I
really
hated being called ‘child’. “You know, maybe moving here and having you so close isn’t all that great.”

“I’m being your sponsor. You know the steps. If you’ve got vamp problems, you’ve done step one. You’ve told me. Good job, but you need to be held accountable for the next step
.
Which is?”

She knew I knew it, but I cringed when I had to say it. “I have to attend an empath meeting.”

“And?”

“And...,” This was so freaking hard. “…I have to tell the group.”

“About?”

I growled deep in my throat. “I have to tell them about Craig and how I lit him on fire because he was stalking me.”

Pride gleamed from Blue and she smiled blindingly. “That’s my girl. You know the deal. Vampires have their twisted thing for us. The good ones avoid us out of respect and the bad ones—you know more than most.”

I swallowed tightly. Craig had reveled in my torment. He’d become obsessed with me. He stalked me and he loved that I couldn’t block him. Vampires were overpowering, much more so than humans. An empath could easily block humans at a level four, but it wasn’t until level six that we could easily block vampires. Craig met me when I was on level five. Luckily, the night that I’d snapped and lit him on fire was the night that I broke to level six. I remembered that night. I saw him on fire and I remembered the pain that engulfed him while I stood back to watch.

“Girl.” Blue’s calming voice brought me back. She had opened herself up and I could feel some of the pain taken from me.

“Don’t do that,” I murmured huskily. I didn’t want her to feel my pain. No one should be burdened with that.

She reached over and placed a hand on mine. It instantly calmed me and I turned my palm upwards to link our fingers. Blue smiled gently. “There’s a reason why we’re empaths, Davy. You know that. I like to help a little bit, every now and then.”

‘Every now and then’ was the empath community’s motto. We all learned that we could help every now and then, but not too much to kill ourselves. Too many had died because they tried to help too much.

“Now,” Blue squeezed my hand. “What are you going to do with your current vampire?”

“Oh…” I took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I’ll have to see what kind of vampire he is. He might be one of the good ones.”

Blue twisted her lips in disbelief.

“I mean, he seems to be one of the student vampires.” The chances were fifty-fifty. The bad ones pretended to be college students to hunt.

“There’s a meeting next week. You should go.”

I’d have to go — it’d be good for me.

“So, tell me about your crazy uptight roommate.” Blue’s eyes rekindled with gentleness. She knew I needed a lighter topic. The ‘Craig topic’ was deep enough for me. So I sat back and entertained her with Emily stories. By the end of our meeting, I hadn’t said a word about the suicidal girl. I knew I should have, but I was still uneasy thinking about it. Some things were too hard or too scary to put into words.

When I returned to campus that evening, I faltered as I got out of my car. The air was chilled, but there was something else, something supernatural in it. Looking over my shoulder I only saw a parking lot full of cars. There was a clump of trees at the north end of the lot, but I’d go south to my dorm. I held my breath as I walked underneath two tall oaks and an arched overhang that led into the quad of my dorm.

Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I marched forward. No shadows moved and none seemed to watch me in return. I breathed easier when I neared the main doors. Once inside, excited voices came from the television room.

We were allowed boy visitors, but a lot of girls used the lounges for their study groups. It wasn’t unusual to look inside to see books and papers sprawled across the beige carpeting right alongside sleeping students. This is what I saw as I peeked inside, but I wasn’t ready for the sight of my roommate in a corner chair with a wistful smile on her face. She glowed.

I was floored. There was no Roane. There was no professor. There were no school books and yet, Emily glowed. Her straight blonde hair fell freely over her shoulders and she even had a tint of lip gloss on.

Had we all gone to hell and I missed the bus?

Then I felt the cold flare inside again. I felt him behind me before I looked, but when I did I found myself staring into the blackest coal eyes that I’d ever seen. Craig had looked at me with those same eyes the night he died. I shivered at the memory.

Luke Roane saw the tremor. His eyes raked me up and down and it was like we were caught in a heated debate, but there were no words. It wasn’t my first vampire face-off, but this was different than the others.