Nevermore, the Complete Series (37 page)

What occurred outside did not need retold, as apparently everyone was watching through the window behind the sofa. Everyone was impressed, although Salem appeared a little forlorn as he watched Hannah and me make our entrance. I eyed him curiously but his expression altered to a simple smile almost instantly. Richard and Paul were unsurprisingly ecstatic and impressed. Both felt that I was on the verge of being prepared to encounter the mysterious woman lurking around Willowshire. I had little time to waste, every minute of preparation meant another moment she could be taking an innocent life.

“Dad?” I said as a painful thought struck me hard. “Kim knows the name of everyone that's been injured or murdered by this vampire, right?”

“Your friends are fine,” he said with a reassuring smile. “She's been keeping a close eye on them from a distance, by my request.”

With a sigh of relief, I relaxed a little and turned to look at Salem. “Can we talk for a minute? Alone?” I asked quickly, and directed him upstairs. I sat on the edge of the mattress and gestured for him to sit beside me. “You seem a little tense, Salem.”

“I’m fine,” he replied with a very obvious false smile.

“You didn’t like watching that,” I stated.

“No, I didn’t,” he admitted, staring down at his hands. “I knew everything would turn out fine, but I am sure you would have felt the same.”

“Right...”

“What did you need to talk to me about?”

“I noticed as soon as I was conscious, after you turned me...that you have a very distinct smell,” I said cautiously, “then, I noticed the same with Hannah. Is this normal?”

He smiled at me for a moment, and then nodded. “Upon becoming a vampire, your senses heightened. You will find that you can hear and smell things that no mere mortal ever could, and your vision could match that of a hawk. If you get close enough to someone, you will find that you are able to distinguish specific scents that apply to that person,” he explained. “Take Paul for example. He works in an auto shop; therefore you will often find that he smells strongly of oil – even after days of being away from the shop. It's practically become a part of who he is, ingrained deeper than the pores of his skin.”

“That's why Hannah smells so much like burnt wood, then...because of how often she visited the old house?”

“Precisely.”

“And why do you smell like water and chamomile?”

He arched a brow, “No one has ever told me what I smell like,” his laughter was light and his eyes distant, “my mother often had me brew chamomile tea to aid her in sleeping…it is amazing how much the sense of smell links us to fond memories.”

“And water?”

“Perhaps because I live so close to a lake,” Salem shrugged.

“There is one other scent that seems to have attached itself to you, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is.”

“What does it remind you of?”

I looked down and my cheeks reddened somewhat, “It sort of reminds me of old paper.”

“Ah,” Salem smiled and lifted my head up, “I read a lot of old books, remember? Before we met I must have read a book or more a day. One gets bored at night when they no longer need sleep.”

“Of course!”
I laughed. “That makes a lot of sense. Hannah also kind of smells like metal, or rust.”

“My guess is that after wearing the same locket for countless years, the scent of the metal has latched itself to her.”

“Oh,” I replied, and then glanced up into his eyes. “What do I smell like to you, Salem?”

Salem looked at me with a gentle smile, and replied with a simple answer—“Ivory.”

A knock sounded on the door. Immediately, the scent of oil caught my attention. It was odd how I never really noticed it before, but now that Salem mentioned it – it was intense.

“Come on in, dad,” I said and watched the door swing open, revealing Paul's shocked face.

“How did you know it was me?”

“I could smell you,” I replied, “You might not realize it – but you smell very strongly of oil.”

He nodded.
“Makes sense. You must be coming closer and closer to being changed completely...”

“Does that concern you?” Salem asked.

“Why wouldn't it?” Paul replied crossly. “My daughter, who I’ve been spending years trying to protect from vampires, is becoming one of them!”

“Just calm down,” I sighed. “You agreed to let it happen – it was either this or death.”

“I know,” he frowned. “I just wish it hadn't come to this. It isn't as easy for me as I have been trying to make it seem.”

“I understand...it hasn't been easy for me, either...” It was a lot harder than he, or even Salem, were aware. “So…what did you want?”

“I'm going home for a little while,” he replied cautiously. I leapt up from the edge of the bed.

“You can't go back there!” I exclaimed. “It’s not safe!”

“I’ll be fine, Alex,” Paul laughed, “Did you forget that I’m a hunter too? I hope she does come poking around the park again.”

“This isn't just a regular old vampire...there’s something different about her. I just have this bad feeling, you know?”

“Ah, come on now, I'll be fine. Besides, I need to get some things to take over to the auto shop. The store’s been closed for too long with me hanging out over here, got to make a living you know. Vampire huntin’ doesn’t pay the bills, and not all of us have a little Salem summoning us everything we need.”

“I'm sorry, dad...I can't help but worry. Maybe Hannah should go with you, just in case.”

Paul burst out in sudden laughter, “I'm not taking that crazy bitch with me. She’s probably more likely to kill me than the other one. Pardon the French.”

“Do not talk about her like that! She has changed,” Salem glowered.

“Whatever dad, just go...call if anything unusual happens.”

“I will. You do the same,” he turned to leave, and then glanced back at me, “love ya, kid.”

“Love you, too dad...” I said quietly and followed him out of the room.

As I watched my father exit through the wide, white doors I felt an aching uneasiness well up within me. Part of me longed to chase after him, force him to stay and keep him safe – but it wasn't my decision to make. He was a grown man, with a hand crossbow and the instincts of a hunter – he could take care of himself if anything happened...right? No. I was foolish to let him leave! He had the weakest aim of any Waldron in the history of our ancestors! But it was too late. He was gone and out of sight. I heard the roar of the Wrangler's engine and the tires rolling across the gravel.

“He will be fine, Alex,” Salem said quietly from behind me, resting an assuring hand on my shoulder. “If anything happens, we will know.”

“How will we know?”

“He’ll call us, like he said...or Kim will,” he didn't seem so sure, I could hear it in his voice – but for now it was enough to convince me to relax, a little at least.

Richard entered the room, which was a good distraction for the time being. He wobbled into the kitchen with one hand against each wall or piece of furniture he came across in order to steady himself. I had never seen him appear so fragile and it became clear to me just how old he was. Age had become less meaningful to me since I met Salem – especially since I became a vampire – and I hadn't taken the time to realize that my grandfather was well into his sixties or early seventies and didn't have many years left on this planet.

“Do you need help, grandpa?” I asked as I pulled myself away from the bothersome thoughts.

“It's all right, Alex,” he said with a smile that produced a row of wrinkles at the corners of his mouth. “I forgot to bring my cane with me, and I am not used to walking down so many stairs,” he laughed.

“Salem...could you?”

“What? Oh…yes, of course,” he nodded and I watched his eyes flicker for a brief second. An elegant, glossy cherry wood cane appeared in his hand. He passed it over to me and I offered it to Richard, who stared at Salem with his mouth wide and gaping.

“Did-did he just...” he froze mid-sentence and blinked his eyes really hard. “This boy is more than just a vampire?”

“Yes,” I said quietly. “He's actually a relative to the very first woman burnt at the stake for practicing witchcraft...”

Richard shook his head and hesitated to take the cane. “Is this some sort of magic trick?
Or a joke?”

“It is no trick, Richard,” Salem said calmly, “if you can believe in the undead, surely you can come to realize that other unexplainable things are possible.”

“There are no coincidences,” I spoke quietly, recalling what Salem told me when I was just as doubtful as my grandfather. “It took me a while to believe it and accept it, but you’ll get used to it.”

Finally, the old man reached out and grasped the smooth wooden cane and limped over to us. He examined Salem closely, and to my surprise he smiled widely. “I knew there had to be more to this world. I’ve always been a believer, deep down...but after so many years without evidence, I began to lose hope.”

“It isn’t very common…well…not that I am aware of, anyway,” Salem explained, “Hannah has an ability of her own as well.”

“Does she?” Richard asked curiously.
“Same as you no doubt? I mean you are siblings after all so it only makes sense that-”

“Half-siblings, actually.
No, Hannah doesn’t share the same gift as I do. She has the ability to minds and manipulate dreams.”

“So, she can hear my thoughts, then?”

“Only if I touch you directly, so watch out,” Hannah said slyly as she entered the room, waving her hands around and making ghost sounds.

“You stay away from me,” Richard glared, “I still don't trust you one bit, mind reader or not.”

“You trust Salem, and you trust Alexis...what’s so different about me, old man?”

“You tried to kill my granddaughter!”

“And how many of my kin have you killed, huh? We’re just following the way God made us. He made you to feast on animal flesh, plants, berries…he made us to feed on blood.”

“God made you?
Bah, Satan more likely.”

“Grandpa!”
I interrupted, “just cut it out. You really need to give her a chance.”

Hannah directed a thankful smile toward me. “Besides, if I was going to kill you…I would have done it already.
Probably old and chewy anyway, yuck.” She giggled wildly.

“Hannah! You cut it out too! How do you expect for them to trust you when you say crap like that?” I scorned.

“Oh come on, I was just having a bit of fun.”

Richard huffed and took a seat at the dining room table. “I’ll try…no promises though. Now, would someone be so kind as to make me some tea?”

“Any preference?” Salem asked.

“Earl Gray, if you have it. If not then just whatever you have will do.”

Salem, Hannah and I laughed as Richard stared with one shaggy gray eyebrow raised in our direction. Salem's pale blue eyes flashed violet yet again and a cup of steaming hot tea materialized on the table. “Enjoy,” he said with a wink, grabbed my hand and led me out of the room.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I was tugged along beside Salem into the clearing. The smell of fresh flowers caught my attention, as well as the wood of the surrounding cedar trees. A hint of honey, perhaps from a nearby bee’s nest, and then a wisp of something unpleasant yet delicious all the same – blood. I sighed and looked toward the ebony-haired vampire. “We are hunting, aren't we?”

“Yes,” he replied, “while I may be able to prevent myself from feeding frequently, you are still adapting to becoming a vampire and will need blood to sustain you. After a while, you might be able to ignore the cravings and maintain your strength without it, but if you intend to fight a vampire any time soon you are going to need to fill up. I am almost certain that is what was causing your exhaustion spells on the trip. Whether you like it or not Alex, you are going to need blood.”

I groaned. “Couldn't I just have a hamburger or something?” Ordinarily, that would have sounded delicious – yet I felt no craving whatsoever.

“Listen, Alex,” he said, and I did, expecting him to continue but he didn't open his mouth. The forest was silent besides the occasional chirp of a bird and rustling of leaves – that's when I realized my heart had stopped beating.

“Does this mean it is final?” I gasped, reaching my hand to my chest and resting it against my heart.

“You are officially dead or undead, I guess...” he answered remorsefully.

“Why didn't I feel anything? Shouldn't I have noticed?”

“I think you felt all the pain of transformation directly after I turned you, even though the actual change happened gradually,” Salem explained, taking my hand into his. “Are you scared?”

“No...” Maybe I was, I wasn't entirely sure. My feelings were jumbled and confused. I should be scared, yet somehow I felt relieved. “Not exactly. I feel a sense of relief now that it's all over.”

He smiled somewhat, although I knew he wasn't completely happy – this wasn't at all what he had wanted. “There's an elk lurking to the east.”

“Oh boy...” I mumbled with distaste, turning my head in the proper direction and taking a whiff of the air. The smell of the animal was intense and the urge I suddenly felt to kill it was overwhelming. Leaving Salem behind, I rushed toward the elk.

The creature was lapping at a small puddle of murky water, unaware of my presence as I watched stealthily from behind a tree. My feet moved quickly as I came closer to my prey, but I made no noise at all. I hunched over in a crouching position, mere feet from the elk and leapt onto it. The kick of the animal's hooves against my ribcage didn’t hurt, but it was hard enough to knock me back. The elk turned toward me and snorted, it was far larger than I had expected. As I stared into its eyes I could hear its heart racing. Unlike the rabbits, or deer…I knew this one wasn’t going to simply try to run away.

Before I had time to think, it charged at me. Within a fraction of a second I felt the horns pierce into my abdomen. The impact had doubled me over and my arms lay across the creature’s neck. The vampire instinct inside of me kicked in, and without thinking I snapped its neck with my arms. The elk fell over in a lifeless heap, and the heartbeat that had sounded so loud just moments before slowly ceased.

My fangs inched out from below my front lip and I sunk them deep into the beast's throat. The rush of fluid filled me with an unfamiliar joy as it sated my thirst, and I didn't stop despite feeling full. The want – the need – was overpowering. I grasped the dead elk tightly in my hands as I quenched my thirst until a noise suddenly distracted me.

I shook my head and dropped the poor animal. Gasping in shock, I backed away. My hands were dripping with fresh, bright blood and I immediately dunk them in the small puddle of water. The sound came again. It was somewhat of a faint, musical jingle.

My phone!

I reached into my pocket and plucked out the small black cell phone. Jason's name appeared on the screen. With hesitation, I pushed the talk button and said “Hello?”

“Alex!” he exclaimed, “How are you?”

“I'm...good. I think,” I mumbled, averting my eyes from the gory scene. There was blood soaking my pants and shirt and I shuddered with disgust.

“Where are you?”

“I'm out...” I replied, “With Salem. Do you need something?”

“I kind of wanted to introduce you to someone,” he said somewhat oddly.

“Who?” Could it possibly be the auburn-haired vampire? Was she after Jason?

“Her name is Eila,” he said with obvious enthusiasm. “I met her at Howard's last week.”

“That's a…unique name,” I replied, wondering what this could all possibly mean. I had to meet her, at least to know if she was the vampire or not. “When did you have in mind?”

“Anytime you're available. She'll be over in about an hour.”

“Okay, I'll stop by then.”

“Great! I can't wait!”

“Me either,” I said and hung up. I nearly jumped when I discovered Salem standing behind me.

“Jason?”

“Yeah,” I replied quietly, “he wants me to stop by the house later to meet some friend of his.”

“May I join you?”

“I don't see why not,” I smiled.

“Alex, your stomach!”
He had finally noticed the wound from the elk.

“It’s okay…I think. Well…it doesn’t hurt at least.”

“That’s good, but you need to heal.”

“Heal? I thought that sort of, just happened. On its own…”

“It can, but it takes far longer that way. To heal as quickly as you see me or Hannah heal, you must concentrate on it.”

“Umm, okay…and how exactly do I do that?”

“To be honest I have not really thought about it in a long time. I am so used to it that I just do it naturally. Just try to relax, concentrate on the area that is damaged, and see it as well again inside your mind.”

“Sounds easy enough…” I closed my eyes and thought of the tears along my abdomen. I saw how it was now, I saw the scene of what caused it, and I pictured it well again. I opened my eyes and looked down, expecting it to have worked. Instead I saw the same gruesome mess as before.
“Salem, why isn’t it working!?”

“You have to relax, Alex. Just like when you were shifting from bird to human, you have to put yourself at peace.”

I tried again. Again I put the focus in my mind on the healing itself, but felt nothing. I had to find something more fitting to calm me, so that it would work. Maybe it was because I missed him, or maybe because I had just talked to him...whatever the reason – I thought of Jason, and the healing came.