I think my heart might have stopped.
"Anthony, how do you feel?"
"Great! We won!"
"Yes, I know, but do you feel...sunburned at all?"
"Sunburned?" Distracted, he waved to a friend passing by the van.
"Yes, sunburned or sick?"
"I feel good, Mom. I promise. Stop worrying about me."
I bit my lip and somehow managed to hide my concern. "Are you hungry, baby?"
"Duh. Of course I'm hungry."
"Of course. What do you want?"
"Duh, hamburgers!"
"Of course," I said, backing the minivan up. "Duh."
Chapter Fourteen
You there, Fang?
I'm always here for you, Moon Dance.
Except when you're not.
Hey, a man's gotta work. What's on your mind, sweet cheeks?
Sweet cheeks?
Oops, did I write that out loud?
You did.
My bad. So what's on your mind, sugar butt?
Oh brother. I grinned, shook my head, then quickly turned somber. There's something going on with my son.
Is everything okay?!
Yes. I mean, I don't know.
He's not sick again, is he?
No. In fact, quite the opposite.
I told him about the healing in Anthony's leg, and my son's seemingly increased athletic ability. There was a long pause before Fang wrote back.
Maybe you are mistaken, Moon Dance. Is it possible that his blood had already dried?
I shook my head, aware that I was alone in my living room and no one could see me shaking my head.
No. I saw the fresh wounds. My eyes happen to be very, very good.
I projected the image I had in my mind. My own memory, in fact.
A moment later, Fang wrote: We used to call those strawberries. Probably got them sliding over the grass and maybe on some dirt.
Right, I wrote. And even if it had been dried blood, where was the wound?
There was no wound?
None.
Just dried blood?
Yes.
There was another long pause, followed by And the dried blood was recent?
Of course. It wasn't there when I dropped him off.
Is there a chance it wasn't his blood?
No. I saw the abrasions.
In the image you projected to me, wrote Fang, I'm pretty sure I see them, too.
We're weird, I wrote.
Yes we are, Moon Dance. A very good kind of weird.
So what does this mean with my son?
I don't know, Moon Dance. There was another pause. And you say he's getting better in sports, too?
Much, much better.
Supernaturally better?
Last year about this time he was benched for picking his nose. Now he's the leading scorer. I wouldn't have thought anything about this, except...
Except when you combine it with the disappearing wound...
Right, I wrote. There's something weird going on with my son. Fang, could you...
I'll look into it, Moon Dance.
Thank you, Fang.
And as we were about to sign off, I caught a fleeting glimpse into Fang's mind, a thought that I was certain I wasn't supposed to see or hear. Except it wasn't so much a thought as a feeling.
Fang was hoping that if he helped me, I would help him in return. To do what, I didn't know.
But I could guess.
Chapter Fifteen
I was in bed with Kingsley.
Not a bad place to be. Ever. It was the day after his "change" and he was feeling particularly, ah, ravenous. And not just for food. Yes, he had prepared a delicious meal for himself, and supplied me with a particularly fresh goblet of hemoglobin.
We had spent the evening in his kitchen, drinking and eating over his counter, while he looked at me with yellowish eyes that suggested that he was not only going to tear my clothing off my back, but he was going to do so in a particularly inspired way.
He didn't tear off my clothes. But they did come off quick enough, and we spent the next few hours putting our immortal bodies to good use. Very good use.
Now, we were both lying on our sides, naked and talking quietly. The lights were off but I could see every square inch of Kingsley's epic body, which I never really got used to. It was like lying next to a small land mass, a living peninsula. Hard, corrugated, with peaks and valleys and forests and plains. Epic, immovable, sexy as hell.
I knew he could see every curve of mine, too, being a fellow creature of the night. That he could see every curve of mine gave me some degree of anxiety. I might be immortal, but I was insecure as hell about my naked body.
Kingsley, not so much. He liked to be naked. Lucky for him, I liked when he was naked, too. Presently, his shaggy hair hung down to the bed sheet, a bed sheet that was still soaked with our sweat. His relaxed bicep still looked bigger than my waist. His chest hair was thicker than normal thanks to his beastly visitor from the night before.
Yes, the big oaf was shedding all over the place. Additionally, his eyes were glowing more yellow than normal, also a residue of his recent transformation.
"Kingsley," I said.
He was presently running a thick finger over my hip. "Yeah, babe?"
"Are there really...things living inside us?"
His finger stopped on my waist. "That's not exactly bedroom talk, Sam."
"Sorry, but it's been bugging me."
"Since you met your guardian angel?"
I nodded, which looked more like a shake since my head was propped up on my hand. The lights were out in the room, and only the silver glow from the still-mostly full moon bathed our naked bodies. "He kind of freaked me out."
"He was trying to freak you out, Sam. And he's certainly not a guardian angel. Not anymore."
"A fallen angel," I said.
"Right," said Kingsley. "Something like that."
"I spoke to whatever's in you," I said. "He said you were his vehicle to gain entrance into the mortal world again."
"So you said before. Remind me to kick his ass if I ever meet him."
I tried to smile. Mostly, I was successful. I said, "Do you feel him inside you?"
"Not really, Sam. Then again, I don't necessarily feel much when I change."
"Do you feel anything?"
"I feel anger and hate and blind rage."
"But you didn't attack me in my room last year."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I knew it was you."
"But did you want to attack me?"
"A part of me did. Very badly."
"But you resisted," I said.
"With all my strength and will."
"What would have happened if you attacked me?" I asked.
"We wouldn't be here now."
"Because I would be dead."
"No...you would have survived. And I would have survived, too. Vampires are as strong or stronger than even a full-blown werewolf. I'm not sure our relationship would have survived."