My breathing came in ragged chunks. "Is it because we are no longer human?" I wanted out of my room. Out of this conversation with Gabe, and the whole thing. The desire to bolt took over. For the briefest of moments, I went to the window, desperate to be anywhere but here. "That's part of it. But there's more. See," he hesitated. I studied his reflection in the glass, but I didn't turn. "My father fell in love with a human, and with that love came many children. The vampire queen made an extra effort to capture and change their offspring into vampires. Sons and daughters with chayot blood make even more exceptional vampires than a regular human does. The vampire queen favored them over all others, and she nearly got them all."I thought about the vampires I'd seen in the castle. Were they Gabe's relatives? I didn't ask. Didn't move. I was a vampire - the enemy. I wouldn't give him any information. "The queen brought this war upon herself. It's my father's life work to finish
"No, I don't," I said, my body moving toward him on its own. When I was inches from him, I stopped. "Why can't you kill me, Gabe?" My voice was low, my breathing erratic as I studied him, trying to decide what the hell a chayot was. I had no clue. He'd said he wasn't a werewolf, so there was that. He pulled me so that our chests touched, his eyes boring into mine. My heart pounded, and I felt his pounding too. Beat for beat. I was furious, scared, and angry. Worst of all, I wanted him. I wanted his lips on mine again. And I wanted him to keep his promise to never leave me. His hurt and confusion vanished, replaced with his need for me. In answer, his mouth covered mine, his lips warm and urgent. Without hesitation, I responded, hungry for all of him. He seemed to need me the same way, and before I knew it, we were back on my bed, his body covering mine, his hands in my hair. I let my hands roam over his body, exploring the muscles on his back, shoulders, and chest. Our
Gabe didn't seem to mind the blood. His tongue dove into my mouth and circled mine. My hands wandered along his back, down to the waist of his jeans and along his butt. His breathing came faster as we moved, desperate to be even closer to each other.Our lips parted, and we looked at each other. "I want you," he said. "I want you too." So badly I ached.He helped me sit up, lifting my shirt over my head before tossing it onto the floor. Then he scooted me back under him, skin touching skin. "Snow," he whispered, his voice gruff, kissing my neck, along my collarbones and shoulders. "You're so beautiful." In response, I wrapped my legs around his hips.Did I really want to keep going? My body sure did, but not too many minutes ago, he'd called us enemies. He'd said it was his duty to kill me. But he'd also told me he loved me. Funny how life worked. You fought. You made up. I decided to go with it and went to bite his shoulder. Someone cleared his throat, and the lights fli
Gabe's eyes found mine again. "No," he said, shaking his head. "I guess your dad tried to call you several times, and, when some random person answered, he freaked out and called Pops. We didn't want to worry him, so Professor Pops told your dad you lost your phone and that you were upset about him leaving again so soon and that you needed some time." He touched my cheek with a thumb. "If you hadn't returned by tomorrow, we were going to have to tell your dad the truth.""Good," I said, exhaling that stored up stress. I would call him tomorrow morning. "What about Gatsby? Do you know where my cat is?""Yeah, the poor thing came meowing at our backdoor a couple of days after you left. We've kept him with us. He's been well cared for, but he sure misses you." He took my hand. "I can't wait to see him."We lumbered down the stairs and headed into the kitchen. Professor Pops and the brothers were there. The guys smiled sheepishly, though Professor Pops looked serious."Hi," I said, cli
Instead, he said one of his relatives needed help and that I'd agreed to take care of his niece and nephew. Cindy bought it and only asked a few questions. Like how much was I paid, whether I had fun taking care of the kids, and most importantly, had I met any cute guys. Mostly, she would show me her magic, even practicing on me sometimes. One day I went to school with a pink streak in my hair, the next I had a red one. She also polished my nails using magic, which was cool. I especially liked it when they were sparkling red. Thankfully, she was over Gabe. And she only asked about Christopher once. She'd believed he and I ran off together and that I was pregnant. The woman had wild fantasies, but they weren't even close to the real drama in my life. When I spent time alone with Gabe, we did a lot of kissing, and he let me drink his blood. We decided to hold off on going further physically. At least until after my sixteenth birthday. That seemed appropriate. I still hadn't bee
Gabe's eyes darkened, and he studied me. "Never mind," I added quickly.He carefully lifted me so that I was straddling him, and I realized what he was doing. When he didn't want to talk about our differences or the fact that we were supposed to be enemies, he would kiss me. Then we would get lost in the amazing feelings created by making out. My body hummed in anticipation. I watched his eyes, curious about what I saw in them. They were filled with hunger, desire, and something else. Guilt? Did he regret the way he felt about me? Had his biological father said something to him about the fact that I wasn't dead yet? If only I could explain to his father that I was still me. Still Snow White, a girl from Salem, Massachusetts. All that changed was I needed blood to survive and - Okay, so a lot about me was altered, but it was physical. My soul was the same. Gabe continued to watch me. "What?" I asked, feeling self-conscious. Gabe had to know I was still the girl he'd flirted
I was dead. My body rested on a cloud of red inside a clear glass cylinder that was my casket. I'd been laid to rest in a gossamer white dress. Dainty white slippers covered my feet. My dark hair was curled, and a yellow ribbon wound through several strands like a headband. In my hands, I clutched a single red rose, the color of my stained lips. Dark lashes stood out against the stark white of my skin. The casket rested on a white stand in a lush field full of thousands of white daisies. They swayed in the slight wind.The smartly-dressed brothers and Professor Pops were at the foot of my casket, and the vampire queen stood near my head. She wore a blood-red dress that scooped low, enhancing her cleavage. Above, the sun shone brightly. Birds twittered in nearby pine trees. The hum of insects provided a despondent melody, and a babbling brook meandered nearby.It was like looking at a painting of a moment in time. No one spoke. No one moved.What are they waiting for? I wondered.
"These are cool, right?" he asked, searching my face."Very cool," I responded sincerely, putting the black one on my wrist. Salvatore made a noise, obviously perturbed I hadn't put on a pair of socks, so I hurriedly did."Sixteen watches, all in different colors." He helped me open the rest. My bed held a rainbow of watches, and I wondered what I'd do with them all."I think there might be a theme to the gifts," I said, glancing at each of the guys.They all agreed with "yes," and "of course."My smile was so big it hurt my cheeks."Told you it was a great idea," Daniel said.For the next half hour, I opened presents, the delicious-looking food forgotten. It didn't matter. I wouldn't have enjoyed it anyway, and I think they all knew it.Each brother gave me sixteen of something. Dorian gave me shirts. They were new and made for women, but still had old eighties memorabilia on the front with musicians like Def Leppard and TV show characters like the Smurfs. A yellow shirt had a smile