Authors: John Blenkush
Tags: #romance, #paranormal, #teen romance, #teen love, #mythical, #vampirism, #mount shasta, #law of one
“If that’s the way he wants to play it
then so be it.” I put my sun glasses away and slid off the
Cherrie came alive. “Where’re you
“Going to introduce
“Not a good idea. Antisocial.
I took the shortest possible route to
the Delmon table as I could. I extended my hand before I got
“Hi,” I said maintaining eye contact
with Aaron. “I’m Julissa Grant.”
Aaron stood. He shook my hand. “I’m
I heard music in my ears. His voice
purred, soft and gentle. I barely took note of his cousins as he
introduced them. They shook my hand as well. They were all tall, a
head taller than I and I’m 5’8”.
“You were up on the Crags,” Aaron
Aaron stayed standing while the twins
sat. I hadn’t been invited so I didn’t feel as though I should sit
down at their table—at least not yet. Behind me I heard Cherrie
I’ll have to make this fast. She’ll
scare them away.
“Yes, I was.”
Cherrie’s plan of ‘you see them, they
see you, maybe say hi, next time, who knows? They see you downtown
and ask you your name’ was working. I reminded myself Aaron hadn’t
asked my name, but then what plan doesn’t need a bit of fine
The twins seemed, by choice,
refraining from entering the conversation. I hoped it was because
they were being courteous and allowing Aaron and I to get
acquainted, but in the back of my mind, Cherrie’s mantra of
‘they’re not sociable’ kept ringing a warning bell.
“Just wanted to thank-you,” I said to
Aaron gave me a blank
I sensed the twins
I let the words slip out even though I
knew I was treading on hoar frost.
“For saving our lives. For pulling our
car off the mountain side.”
Aaron’s face hardened. The light in
his dark eyes dimmed.
The twins stood.
“We have to go,” one of them
They took Aaron by the arms and herded
him back into the building.
Cherrie, stepping up behind me, said,
“Told you so. Antisocial.”
“You’re right. I don’t think they like
“They don’t like anybody.”
I didn’t want to believe that about
Aaron. For a minute or two like wasn’t the feeling I felt. I sensed
more. We connected. But my connection paled in comparison to the
twin’s hold on Aaron. They never said a word. But I knew. Aaron
heard the rebuke, loud and clear.
From the bump I saw on the twin’s
Cherrie picked me up after school. The
power-steering pump on the Lincoln Continental emitted a high
piercing sound from lack of lubrication. I could tell from
Cherrie’s grunting as she turned corners, if something wasn’t done
soon we were going to become part of some building. No one, not
even Cherrie, could drive the tank without power steering. I looked
for an escape route as we headed into town.
“Where’re we going?” I asked, as
Cherrie turned down a side street.
“Al’s Auto Supplies. He has a sale on
power steering fluid.”
“Why don’t you just get it
“You been to a repair shop
Cherrie knew the answer without me
“Cost more to replace the steering
pump than what this car is worth, so grandpa says.”
“Might save us from driving over a
“That was operator error.”
“Yeah. Thanks for the vote of
confidence. So what do you think? Did Aaron pull us off the
“That what he told you at
“No. But I saw the way he looked on
Bunny Flat after we drove back on the road. Spent.”
“He had just climbed a mountain. I’d
think you’d give him some slack. And by the way, I don’t remember
seeing him anywhere near the car when we went off the
“Yes. But I saw him with his arms
“And that means what? He’s part
I shrugged my shoulders, shook my
“You know,” Cherrie said, “a tractor
beam like the Borg Cube on Star Trek.”
“Sounds like science
“Now you got it.”
“Well then you explain it. How’d the
LC get back on the road?”
Cherrie pointed. “See this letter R
here. Stands for reverse. You take this,” she pulled on the stick
shift, “and put it...”
“You don’t really believe we backed
out of there, do you?”
Cherrie grunted as she cranked the
wheel and turned onto Main Street. “You have a better
“No. But I don’t believe this tank
backed out of there without help.”
“You know what? I don’t care how it
happened. I’m just glad we weren’t killed. You know. If you want to
believe the Delmons had something to do with it, fine by
I sank back in the seat and relaxed.
“Not them. Not the Delmons. Aaron is the only one who reacted. And
now I think he’s in trouble because he helped.”
“You don’t really want to
“Didn’t you see them at
“Yes, I did. Caught a glimpse of their
shirt tails as they ran away.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Aaron and I
were good until I mentioned Shasta.”
Another corner. More
“I’ll play along. What’d you say to
piss them off?”
“I thanked Aaron for saving
“Yes. And he didn’t deny
“So why’d he run away?”
“Told you. The twins didn’t like us
talking about it.”
“Okay. Think I got it now. Aaron saves
us from certain death. But his buddies would rather see us dead.
“Don’t know what they’re thinking.
They didn’t say much.”
“I know. Antisocial. Didn’t you see
the bumps on their heads?”
“I’m beginning to think you’ve got a
bump on your head.”
“Maybe, but not like
“Like the Klingons on Star
“Course not. These are small. The size
of a walnut. I read it’s an organ which allows the Lemurians to
communicate with each other through extra-sensory
“Ahh, here we go. And you think the
Delmons are Lemurians.”
“They fit the description.”
“There are more than a few people in
this world who would fit the description of having a bump on their
head and lifting cars. They’re called drug addicts jacked up on the
latest mind bender.”
“They don’t seem the type who would do
“How would you know? I told you the
Delmons are a strange family, weird in many ways.”
Cherrie cranked the LC into Al’s Auto
Supplies’ parking lot.
I looked down the street. There were a
number of SHS students walking through downtown. One in particular
caught my eye.
Cherrie looked as we got out of the
car. “Yeah. He works at the Fifth Season.”
“And you didn’t tell me!”
“What’s there to tell? He’s got a
life, something you should seriously think about
I watched as Aaron strode along the
sidewalk. It wasn’t as though he were without purpose as I was sure
he was a punctual employee, but the way he moved reminded me of
someone who had not a care in the world.
His was a natural gait and a rhythmic
sway as though he were a fine tuned machine. The air around him
seemed to glow, as though denser and able to capture more sunlight.
Things not grounded moved in waves ahead of Aaron, the same way
leaves do when the wind blows. Boy’s shirt tails, flags hanging
overhead, dog hair, and girl’s skirts fluttered in the unnatural
One could only see this from a
distance and only when looking hard in study.
I looked around to see if anyone else
noticed. If they did, they didn’t indicate so. In his presence, I
imagined, the movement could be passed off as drafts pushing
through an alley or air pressure from an opened door.
I knew better.
“What’s the Fifth Season?”
“Sports equipment. Mountaineering
gear. Stuff like that.”
“I’ll be right back.”
“I can’t wait for you. Grandpa needs
“Then don’t,” I said. “I’ll walk
home.” Probably safer crept into the back of my mind.
“Stop by later,” Cherrie said, as she
I could hear disappointment in her
voice. She was acting overly clingy this afternoon. Not her
I stopped inside the door of the Fifth
Season to allow my eyes to adjust to the lighting and to see where
Aaron had gone. The smell struck me first. Although there were
other tantalizing flavors in the mix, such as new clothing, the
smell of soap, and ski wax, I picked up the distinctive smell of
A glass counter sat to the right,
clothing racks to the left. Down on the far end, another counter
lay buried under rows and rows of skis, boots, and a host of other
climbing gear. Because of my father’s recreational mountain
climbing hobby, I recognized the ice axes and crampons.
Dad had done most of his climbing as a
young man. In later years he would make annual trips out to
California, to mountaineer with Uncle Mickey. It felt strange
standing in a store I knew my father had frequented. I looked up
from my thoughts to be greeted with a “can I help you?”
I saw an older gentleman, gray haired,
caring eyes, bushy beard, probably, if my guess was right, the
owner or manager of the store.
“No, I’m just browsing,” I
“Have you been in here before? You
I hesitated, thought about it, and
spit it out. “I think my dad came here.”
I saw the man searching with his eyes.
Recognition set in.
“You’re Mickey’s niece, Simon Grant’s
“That’s me,” I said with some
It made me a bit queasy to be talking
about two dead people, especially with them having been so dear to
my heart. But I also thought the quickest route to Aaron lay
through this man, so I didn’t put him off.
He stuck out his hand.
“I’m Carson Gruen. I—we, the whole
town miss the Grant boys. They were always welcome
I nodded. I didn’t say
anything. What could I say? I missed them too. At the same time if
Dad and Uncle Mickey hadn’t died I wouldn’t be standing in this
store talking to this man and angling for a peek at Aaron. Life, as
I learned, is a twisting road with confusing sign posts.
Carson interrupted my
“I’m the owner so you just let me know
how we can help you and I’ll see it gets done. Are you looking for
anything in particular?”
Some time alone with Aaron
Not that I could say it out loud, but
the thought brought a smile to my face.
“No, just browsing.” I moved over to
the clothing racks.
“Okay. Let me know if we can be of
help. And you know,” Carson said, “I always gave Simon and Mickey
ten percent off so whatever you buy, consider it
I wandered through the clothing racks,
wading through the maze like a mouse through a labyrinth. Walls cut
me off. Clothing racks and shelves blocked my vision to the
counters. I poked around while keeping my eyes peeled for a glimpse
The smell filtered to my nose. I
expected him to be across the room, yet when I turned around, there
he stood, inches from me.
“Hi,” I said.
Nice start. He remembered my
“Are you finding what you
“I am now. So you work
“Yes. Part time after
I looked around. “Seems like a nice
place to work.”
“It is. Carson treats us
“Your cousins work here,
I saw Aaron stiffen.
I wanted to take back the
“No. I meant myself and the other
“Pretty big place,” I said, trying to
keep the conversation going. “You must keep busy.”
“We do. But there are off