MoonNight (7 page)

 
 
 
“Thanks,” I mumbled getting in.

 
 
 
“No problem,” Rifle slid in next to me and Lea on the other side.
 
“
is
she a snack?” he piped up.

 
 
 
“
What?”
I gasped.

 
 
 
“Only a joke.
 
Just a way to get you to talk.”
 
He took a comb out of his back pocket and combed back his greaser hair.
 
Rifle had a boyish look about him while Carson looked mature.
 
They were complete opposites.
 
I stared at him.
 
He caught me looking and smiled flashing his fangs.
 
I looked over at Lea.
 
When she smiled it was
even
scarier.
 
She was so quiet,
sweet;
this was totally not her nature.
 
 
 
“Mama said we were going to have a human girl in the house for a couple of weeks.
 
So we practiced cooking.
 
We actually went to a grocery store.” Her voice was sweet and girlish.

 
 
 
“
Thank you
.” I said.
 
“So why are you guys helping the werewolves?” I asked.

 
 
 
Heather turned around to get a good view of me, “We do not help werewolves and werewolves do not help us.
 
We are only doing this for the boy in return for something.”

 
 
 
“And what is that?” I asked.

 
 
 
“That’s not for you to know.” She stated.

 
 
 
I sat in silence for a while just wishing these two weeks with the vampires
would
go by in a flash so I could be with the gorgeous werewolf Carson Lund again.
 
The
Ricolis
were creeping me out a little.
 
Something like a horror movie waiting to happen.
 
We were in the heart of Dallas where tall buildings rose up like skyscrapers.
 
I could tell this was going to take a while because we had to keep
stopping
for lights and bikes and hideous random dogs.
 
Lights and noises were bombarding me from all directions it was so hard to have five minutes of piece.
 
Who
knew
that in two weeks I flew to a summer
graduation
program, fell in love with a werewolf, and taking refuge with four vampires.
 
 
 
Heather kept glancing back at me, and it was kind of
weirding
me out that Rifle was looking me up and down practically the whole time.
 
Jason kept driving and Lea kept rambling on about all the adventures we were going to have in her flower garden.
 
It was very hard to remember she was a blood-sucking vampire.

                                      
Chapter 4

“We’re almost there,” Lea kept on talking.
 
“I helped decorate your room to help lighten it up.”

 
 
 
“Thanks,” I smiled patting her curly blonde hair.

 
 
 
The vehicle pulled in to the drive of a pretty wealthy looking house.
 
I counted four stories.
 
There
was
a
lot
of towering glass windows.
 
The black stucco made it all the more majestic.
 
In the front was a huge water fountain with birds chirping all over it.
 
I don’t know what I expected but nothing like this.
 
Maybe some sort of lair.
 
On the red
front
door there was a huge sign that read, THE RICOLIS, and in smaller print underneath it said, NO SOLICITING.
 

 
 
 
“So what do you like to do?” Rifle asked as we headed up the path.

 
 
 
“Swim I’m from California.” I said.

 
 
 
“Do you compete?”

 
 
 
“All the time before I went to Alaska.”

 
 
 
“We have a swimming pool in the back maybe we could try sometimes.

 
 
 
“Sure,” I sighed at the loveliness.
 
They had a
swimming
pool
.
 
 
 
Inside the tall
ceilinged
, huge entryway, with black flooring, T.V. with lounge, pool table, a big chandelier hung up by all the other small lights casting prisons to dance on the walls.

 
 
 
“So here we are,” Jason set down my bags.
 
“Rifle take Leslies stuff and show her to her room.”
 

 
 
 
I followed him up a staircase with bright white carpet and
crystalline
looking railing.
 
Finally to a yellow door that said Leslie Woods and a single blue flower taped right below.
 
He opened the door to a huge room with about ten windows, flowers covering every sill.
 
A single
black
rose was sitting on the bed amongst all the brightness with a letter tied to it.
 
I made a mental note to read that later.

 
 
 
“So here we are,” Rifle sat down my stuff.
 
“Your home for two weeks.
”

 
 
 
I never once forgot that this was only for two weeks because I was so desperate to be with Carson again.
 
They did go a little overboard with making me a good home.

 
 
 
“Can I have a word with you real quick?” he asked.

 
 
 
“Well I think you kind of over power me so….yeah.”

 
 
 
He shut my door and sat next to me on the bed.

 
 
 
“You like the werewolf boy don’t you?”

 
 
 
This was none of his business.
 
 
 
“That’s not your business,” I shot, my light mood completely washing
away
.

 
 
 
“You shouldn’t,” he rose to his feet clenching his fists.
 
It was dark
now;
the only light was the small bedside lamp.

 
 
 
“Well it’s really not your business,” I snapped.

 
 
 
“He’s dangerous.
 
You really shouldn’t be dealing with him.
 
You don’t know what
you’re
getting yourself in to Leslie.

 
 
 
We were both on our feet now, faces about an inch apart.

 
 
 
A knock sounded on the door.

 
 
 
“Everything okay in there?”
 
Heather asked?

 
 
 
“Yes.”
Rifle and I
said at the same time.

 
 
 
“Well good I was just wondering if you’d like to eat,” she opened the door all the way and saw us standing so close.
 
“Oh did I disrupt something?”
 
She
asked.
 

 
 
 
Dinner was awkward.
 
They all watched me eat as if it was something new.
 
To me it
was
new trying to eat salad and spaghetti with a spoon.
 
They were pretty good for first time cooks though.
 
When I got back to the room I discovered my own
personal bathroom and
wardrobe
in which I fancily got ready for bed.

 
 
 
Finally I opened the letter…from Carson.

 
 
 
Leslie,
 
 
 
I hope they are treating you well and not forgetting to feed you as often
as human needs
.
 
You’re only there for two weeks but I’m coming to visit you in just five days just for a short time.
 
I know it’s selfish but I have to see you.
 
The werewolf protector
pack are
over here right now.
 
They just about scared Emi to death.
 
Jeremy will be the one picking you up.
 
Regan, Dimitri, Loren, and Rosa all parted to try to lead them off your scent.
 
Tarun decided to join the hunt for you.
 
Stay safe.

 
 
 
Love forever,

 
 
 
 
 
 
Carson.

 
 
 
I held the rose close to my heart safely tucking the letter away.
 
I curled up and fell asleep.
 
It was only yesterday I parted with Carson.
 
Only yesterday his
lips presses
so gently against mine.
 
But it was only six weeks from when my parents expectected me home.
 
And so many things were ripping my heart in different directions.
 
Because he would live forever and I wouldn’t.
 
Unless.
 
Unless I got bitten and survive the bight.
 
Then turn.
 
Then live forever.
 
With Carson.
 
All that was for later.
 
I needed to focus on now.

 
 
 
Two days went by entertaining Lea in the garden, reading her fairy tales, tucking her in bed at night.
 

On the third day I was with Rifle in a two piece gold and purple suit, towel in hand, walking out to the pool in the backyard.

 
 
 
“Sorry about the first day,” he apologized.
 
 
 
I just shrugged.
 
It felt so good to be swimming again after the short stay in Alaska.
 
Memories of my
Californian
days came flashing back.
 
My first swim at age seven, and everyone
knew
I was a natural.
 
My
mom placing a plastic gold
meda
l around my neck making me feel
proud.

 
 
 
“Okay,” I started.
 
“Last one to the six feet mark loses.” I laughed dropping my stuff and running to the shallow end of the pool.