The Childe (19 page)

“What the hell are you doing here Beckford?” Taylor’s harsh voice could be heard clearly. Rachel and Sam rushed up the hall and entered the kitchen. They saw Cat’s eyes fill with anger.

“Well hello to you to Taylor! You know Ryan, right? He’s my tutor and I’ve invited him over for dinner,” she said glaring at her brother.

“Hi Ryan, so glad you could join us and that you’re going to be helping Cat.” Sam reached down to extend his hand to him, interrupting the staring match between him and Taylor. “Rachel is such a good cook, it’s a wonder I don’t weigh a million pounds already,” he chuckled.

“Taylor honey, go wash up,” Rachel said looking at her son, her eyes pleading with him to comply. Taylor turned stiffly and stalked out of the room.

“Good idea, I need to wash up as well. Be back in a jiff,” Sam said leaving the room. Voices could be heard in the hallway and then faded as they moved into another room.

“Dad, why is he here? And why are you letting him tutor Cat?” Taylor exploded facing his father.

“Calm down son, do you want Cat to hear you? I want you to go into the bathroom, splash water on your face and then come eat dinner. Oh, and could you please act civilized? Ryan’s a guest in our house and you’ll treat him as such. Do I make myself clear?” He eyed his son sternly. Taylor reluctantly nodded. “We’ll talk about this later. Now go wash up.” Sam turned and went back into the kitchen.

As Taylor entered the dining room, his father was in the middle of telling them about one of his students. Everyone was laughing as he sat down next to his mom, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

“Well Ryan, I think the team has a real good shot at winning state this year, yes I do!”

“I hope you’re right Mr. Colvin. Taylor’s arm is on the mark this year. He’s making us all look good.” Ryan grinned as he watched Taylor’s head jerk up at the compliment.

“Thanks, but it’s a team effort. And I hope we go all the way too.” Cat breathed a silent sigh of relief. The meal had taken a pleasant turn and everyone seemed to relax and enjoy themselves.

“Now you two go and study. I think your bedroom would be ideal Cat. You have the couch and that easel Aldon gave you for Christmas last year. It would be perfect for Ryan to write the problems on and explain them at the same time.”

Cat swallowed hard.
How could mom suggest my room? At least if we were in the living room or in the study there would be someone nearby? My room is in the attic! We’ll really be alone,
she thought, her stomach full of butterflies. Rachel gently nudged her daughter toward the foyer and Cat grabbed her bag and started up the stairs. She was hyper aware of Ryan’s soft footsteps behind her. The winding stairs that spiraled up to her room seemed claustrophobic as she sensed Ryan was just inches away. Throwing open the door, she flipped the switch to turn on the overhead light. Cat noticed she had left her red striped underwear and bra on the floor. Blushing, she rushed over to where they were. Scooping them up, she hid the evidence as quickly as she could, hoping he hadn’t seen them.

“Wow Cat! This is your room? It’s awesome!” Ryan stood in the doorway surveying her space.

Smiling wobbly, “thanks. It was hard for me to convince my parents to let me have the attic converted. But for my birthday a few years ago, they had it done.” She looked away nervously as their eyes met. “Is it hot in here? It’s hot in here right?” she rambled on, as she opened the bay window. Ryan smiled, amused by her evident nervousness.
Oh my god, we are so alone up here, I am burning up, why am I feeling like this?
Cat thought as she took a couple deep breaths of fresh air by the window.

“So do you want to get started?” Ryan asked interrupting her thoughts.

“Huh? Cat replied.

“Studying…you know, what we came here for,” he said smiling at her flustered state.

“Oh yeah, of course, what we came here for.” she laughed again nervously, feeling mortified. Cat pulled the large wooden easel from behind her vanity mirror. Ryan sat on the orange polka dotted couch, the only modern piece of furniture in the room, and watched her move gracefully across the floor.

“Here’s a marker so you can write the problems down. I just know we’re going to have another pop quiz soon.”

“Yeah, Mr. Crawley loves his quizzes,” he said taking the marker, his fingers grazing hers. He felt a static shock run up his hand. Meeting Cat’s eyes, he noticed her surprise and wondered if she felt it too. Shaking his head quickly and breaking eye contact, he stood up and moved toward the easel. He took a deep breath. “Alright. Let’s get started.” As he began writing the first problem, he heard Cat sigh as she opened her Math book.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Sam said looking at Rachel’s serene face as she cleared the table.

“Did what?” Rachel replied innocently.

“You know what! You told our young, innocent, impressionable daughter to take Ryan up to her room to study. When just an hour ago you were freaking out that he was in our home.”

“Well, I came to the realization that he wouldn’t dare try anything in our house, now would he? It’d be three against one and I like those odds. Anyway, I get a good feeling from him. He seems different from the others. And you never know, we might need an ally like him soon. Yes, I think we can trust him,” she said with a smug smile on her face.

Sam grabbed his wife by the waist and pulled her close. “Woman you amaze me. Always keeping me on my toes,” he said kissing her neck.

“Someone has to,” she replied hugging him.

Later that night Cat lay in bed reading the journal under her covers with a flashlight.

It has been several days since my last entry. We almost had a run in with THEM. It seems like our safe havens are dwindling fast. Mother is trying to arrange transport to the Americas. She thinks we will be safer in foreign territory. I have a feeling though, that no matter where we run, things will never be safe or the same as before. I miss my father. He used to read me to sleep, I really miss that.

We traveled through a small village yesterday, mother reminded me to hide my eyes. To not look anyone directly in the face, or they would know. They say it is the mark of my kind to have discolored eyes. Eyes, such a hard thing to hide from the world.

The rain is falling harder and it seems endless. I overheard my mother talking to Huber, the owner of the cottage we are currently hiding in. He believes we only have two more days here until they track us down. I heard my mother crying quietly in the next room after he left.

Why do they hate me? Half of my blood runs like theirs. Why do they want me and all who are like me dead? I don’t quite understand how I am to bring ruin to all, but the paranoia this is causing will most likely lead to my end.

My mother has finally fallen asleep. I crept into her room to make sure she was alright. She looks so tired. All the running we have been doing lately has taken a toll on her mortal body.

The fires have all gone out in the cottage, so I have hurried back to my bed to get warm under the covers. I have been having this awful reoccurring nightmare. I dream that I am running away from something through a forest with John and my mother is gone. I wake up with tears streaming down my face. I am getting restless now. I miss finding solace in sleep. Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow and things will be better.

H.B. October 12, 1848

Cat put the book on her side table. She felt a sense of sadness come over her.
I can’t even imagine how I’d be if I was in this situation. Why did that old lady Mildred give me such a sad book? And why did she think I needed it?
Cat wondered.

9

Masquerade

“Cat! Hurry up and pick your costume already! We need to go!” Taylor barked from the checkout counter at
YE OLDE COSTUME SHOPPE
.

“Take your time Cat, I’ll go and keep him occupied,” Trish whispered.

“Thanks Trish, I just can’t make my mind up.” She heard Trish talking to Taylor and then the door chimed as they exited the store. Walking the aisles Cat was distracted by a shimmer above her head. A mannequin hung from the ceiling clothed in a beautiful gown. “Excuse me, where can I find that dress in the store?” Cat asked the young clerk who was dressed as a gothic fairy.

“That’s our only one. The owner brought it in the other day. She said she found it in a trunk that she bought at an auction. She had it cleaned and put it on display. She told me if anyone wanted to rent it, I could make them a deal.”

“Could I try it on?” Cat asked.

The young girl took a long pole and carefully unhooked the mannequin from the ceiling, slowly bringing it down to the floor. The dress was jet black and made of a fabric that looked sheer, but looking closer Cat saw it was an illusion. The store tag read:
VAMPIRE PRINCESS
. The clerk led Cat to the dressing rooms in the back of the store. “I’ll stand out here until you get it on. Then I’ll fasten it for you. It’s impossible to do it yourself.”

“Thanks,” Cat said closing the dressing room door. She got undressed and then carefully stepped into the delicate gown. Pulling it up, she slid her arms into the satiny sleeves. “I’m ready to be fastened up!” She announced as the clerk opened the door. A zipper ran from the bottom of her spine up to her neck. Cat stared at her reflection in the mirror.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think that dress was made for you. You look amazing in it! I have the perfect wig and mask to go with. You want to fool everyone, right? It being a masquerade ball and all. I’ll be right back.” Cat barely heard a word the clerk said, focusing on her reflection. The dress fit perfectly. Its bodice molded to her form like a corset and then slightly flared out reaching her ankles. The bodice had a crisscross pattern made of silky white ribbon. The shoulders were slightly puffed up, with a white ribbon tied around each one, giving it a very regal look. The white petticoat was barely visible. She turned around to look at the large black bow that ran from the middle of the dress almost touching the floor.
I wonder what Ryan will think? Stop it Cat, don’t think like that!
The past few weeks had been a challenge to keep her feelings for him in check. It helped that after the first study session the library had opened up again. So every session had taken place there. Ryan seemed distant as of late. She noticed he tried not to touch her and when he did, he acted like he hadn’t noticed. He was friendly, but more like how Matt acted toward her. Maybe she had imagined everything and read too much into it. It was just as well as he was a natural tutor and so far she had aced every quiz since, much to Mr. Crawley’s chagrin.

“Here’s the wig and the mask that I think will look great!” the clerk said interrupting Cat’s thoughts. “You’ll have to put up your real hair though. And then it will fit snuggly on your head and won’t fall off. Just put it over your hair for now and get a feel for how it’ll look.” Cat took the wig in her hands as the clerk pulled back her hair and laid it on top. Both stared at the vision in front of them. “Wow, I mean wow! You look totally different. You look awesome! Here put on the mask!” Cat took the delicate mask, also black with a decorative white outline that was reminiscent of an intricate Mardi Gras mask, and carefully placed it to her face. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, cat noticed an odd symbol in the middle of the mask and she wondered what it meant.