Rose Blossom (16 page)

             
"It's my mom. C'mon we'll go to my room before she tries to foist smoyes on us." We stood, both leaving our mugs near the fireplace.

             
"Smoyes?" Avalon asked as we climbed the stairs. Thankfully I used the answer as an excuse to pause; it was getting harder for me to climb the stairs.

             
"Yes soy smores," I rolled my eyes and tried not to chuckle at her gagging noises. She's had her first taste of soy milk at our house and hated it.

             
I had already wrapped her present so without any hassle I pulled out the box of gifts from under my bed along with Christmas bags, wrapping paper, bows and tape. We sat on the floor and I began sort through what I had to color coordinate with.

             
"So... did you get me anything?" Avalon asked, her eyes glowing with small excitement.

             
"Of course," I told her.

             
"Oh," her eyes filled with blood tears, "that's so sweet Rho; we don't really celebrate Christmas at our house. We all come from too many different religious backgrounds, but I have always thought it was a nice thought, the giving of gifts."

             
"Don't most winter holidays exchange gifts?" I asked.

             
"Well I was pagan and at Yule we'd make wreaths and have a great feast, we didn't always have presents. Will you show me what you bought?" she asked, sounding more childlike than ever.

             
"Sure." She watched with glowing eyes as I opened the box and the little trinkets I had bought everyone gleamed up at us, all different shapes and sizes.

             
Avalon held up the pale yellow cashmere sweater I bought Mel, "Ah your friend will really like this, it's so her!"

             
I showed her the pipe humidor for dad, the golden covered copy of The Road to Oz for Grandma Lacey, she was collecting the books, and the flashy orange and purple throw for mom. Avalon paused at that one and gave a very queer look.

             
"Your mom won't put this in your sterile house."

             
"I know; it's a running joke. When we lived in our old house it was covered in the tacky and unusual. Everything changed when I got sick." I stood and took Avalon up with me, wincing as my heart thudded. Avalon gave me a serious stare but before she could comment I'd pulled her from my room. We quietly made our way to my parent's room; I opened the door and flicked on the light.

             
Avalon gasped as the light revealed my missing mom, the mom I loved and missed terribly. The room was a collection of odd trinkets, mismatched pillows, bright throws and antique furniture.

             
"Wow, your mother must have been a very unique person." Avalon said as I turned back off the light and we shut the door.

             
"She used to be," I shrugged as we went back to my room, what I hadn't shown her was the other gift I was giving my parents. It was hidden in the back of my closet a box wrapped in black lace. In it were diaries of mine that I'd filled with all my hopes and dreams, all my angst, worry and anger from the last ten years. I wanted them to have something else of me before I died and I'd had a dark feeling of late that I'd be gone soon.

             
"Anyway I need your opinion on some things." Sitting back on the floor of my room I wanted to show her the last few gifts I'd bought.

             
"On what? I should be able to give my opinion, at least," the girl teased.  I could tell she was having a good time hanging out with me and it made me feel a little better. I'd been thinking I hadn't been good company of late.

             
"The gifts I bought for your moms," I told her.

             
"Why would you buy them gifts?" Avalon asked, but I could tell she was touched I'd thought of her whole family. "How did you afford all this anyway?"

             
"I get paid for helping dad grade papers, I save up all year.” I paused, “why wouldn't I buy them something, they are always so kind to me."

             
"Well, Loretta at least," Avalon winked.

             
"Antoinette will warm up eventually." I just had to find something to change her mind about wanting to get to know me.

             
I pulled out two silver hair combs with magnolias on them and Avalon squealed, "Loretta will love those!" Grabbing them she began to examine the silver.

             
"Here's Antoinette's." I was worried most about this gift, having only met the woman three or four times. But no one had ever complained; I always was a good gift giver.

             
Avalon set down the hair combs and took the little box from me. It was a small bronze music box; she opened it and smiled at the pretty tune it played and the very French looking couple dancing in it.

             
"Oh yes Rho, she'll like it very much. I can tell you've put a lot of thought into everything." Avalon handed it back, "Now what did you get Julian?"

             
"I really think he'll hate it," I could feel myself pale. I'd bought Julian's gift on impulse and was now starting to regret it. I took it out and displayed it for her, it was a shinning silver men's ring with a vine pattern and on the inside were the engraved words: for my dark prince, love your rose.

             
"You silly mortal! Of course he'll love it!" Avalon laughed. We started to wrap, with Avalon's vampire speed we were finished in no time. The only thing that slowed us down was us talking, about school and the people we knew. Finally the presents were just a pile of decorative boxes in red, green, silver and gold.

             
I looked up at the clock and saw it was almost nine, "Wow, Julian will be here soon."

             
"Then I'd better get going so you guys can have your bedtime alone time." She gave me a knowing glance, but there was softness in her expression.

             
The thought of Julian coming and holding me until I slept and the occasional make out sessions we'd been having of late made my heart speed up a little.

             
"Whoa girl!" Avalon leaned forward and brushed a kiss on my cheek.

             
The coolness of her breath and the scent of copper and honey suckles calmed me down, almost as well as Julian's. Even so I knew I was paler most days and my skin felt thin, my breathing was even harder to control, especially for a sitting down situation.

             
I decided to go with Avalon downstairs and escort her out as I would any of my living friends, she tried to assure me it wasn't necessary but I didn't mind, it was a nice familiar routine.

             
At the door my mom was taking off her coat, she pulled out the mail from her pocket and handed me a small bundle.  There were a couple of early Christmas cards and some credit card applications since my 18
th
birthday was coming up. But the envelope that stood out had Athol's hand writing on it, my weekly letter from him.

             
Since Avalon was preoccupied with getting her things and talking to my mom I opened the letter.

             
I felt my heart stutter as I read his words:
Christmas break started on Tuesday, I'm coming for you.
The note slipped from my fingers and it was like slow motion.

             
Athol's vacation had started already? That meant he was less supervised than normal. He could have been outside waiting for me, or watching me whenever I left the house. Fear crept into my mind like poison. He was coming for me? What did that mean, and what would he do once he got me?

             
I watched Avalon with her supernatural speed pick the note up, read it and then run out the door. It seemed to all happen before I could even blink.

             
"My that girl sure can run, what was she so upset about?" I heard my mother ask.

             
Blood was beginning to rush in my ears and my breath was coming in gasps. My sight was darkening around the edges and I just stood there, shock filling my system.

             
"Rhodanthe?" I felt Mom's hands on my shoulders shaking me and then her voice pushed past the rushing in my ears as she screamed my dad's name.

             
I tried not to panic as the pain began to fill my chest and my vision faded even more. It seemed to take forever, but later my mom would tell me it all happened in seconds.

             
I could hear sirens in the distance and smell pipe tobacco as dad lifted me in his arms and took me outside to meet them.

             
Don't you die on me, I'm almost to you. I heard Julian's voice in my head;
it was so loud I flinched.

             
"It's okay sweetheart hold on," tears clouded my eyes as I heard the distress in dad's voice.

             
I tried to talk but found all I could do was mouth words.  Barely aware of what was going on around me I allowed mom to shove a pill in my mouth, I choked and she stroked my throat making me swallow. I was laid on a stretcher, hoisted in the air, and put in an ambulance. I hadn't been in one for years; they'd seemed bigger back then.

             
Julian's mind linked to mine, keeping me with him as they took me to the hospital, refusing to let me drift away from the pain like I so wanted to.  I could tell he was following close behind, but everything on me ached, the deep pain in my chest was only getting worse as the medics worked on me. There was an oxygen mask over my face and an IV in my arm. I was dying and I knew it, my only thought over and over was: Julian won't let me die, Julian won't let me die.

Chapter 12

"Four weeks" 

             
I heard the words, sitting attached to machines with two different IVs in my arm in a clean pristine hospital room. I was pissed, did the doctor think I wouldn't hear them if they left the door open but stood in the hall? Did my parents think I was too young and fragile to know my own expiration date?

             
I could hear my mom sobbing and my father's quiet voice making sure they'd done everything they could think of, every test, and every medication, to try and save me.

             
Sitting back against my pillows I repeated the doctor's words, "four weeks." I whispered to myself, "four weeks."  It didn't seem real, but I knew it was. Hadn't I known I'd been feeling worse when Julian wasn't with me, had been feeling weaker?

             
I was going to be dead by Christmas, it was a cold hard fact. I felt my face, my eyes, they were dry and I wondered why I wasn't crying. But I hadn't cried about my sickness in a long time. I'd cried all my tears away years ago, now my mom cried for me. I'd always known I was living on borrowed time, as clichéd as that sounded.  I probably should have died at Halloween, maybe two or three times before that.

             
As I sat deep in thought mom and dad came in. My father took my hand and I stopped him before he could speak.

             
"Not deaf, you left the door open, I heard." My sentence was a little broken. I had oxygen in my nose and it made it difficult for me to talk, the air was cold, harsh and smelled of plastic when I took in a breath through my nose.

             
Mom sat on the bed next to me, "don't you worry about it honey. We'll find something to help you even if we have to go internationally-"

             
I cut her off, terrified at the thought of travelling overseas or more doctors poking and prodding me. I glanced at my dad to make sure he understood the interruption, I could see he did. I took off the oxygen.

             
"No mom, I just want to go home. No doctors, no trying to find a miracle cure. I just want to spend my last four weeks, as cliché as it sounds, having fun."

             
Mom tried to hook me back up to the good air but I turned my face so she couldn't, she gave up after a few seconds, "But honey, what about a heart transplant?"

             
"You know what her doctor said Bethy, she's too far down on the list for that, she's been on it for years." Dad put a hand on mom's shoulder and gave me a strange look.