“I really don’t think you should let that happen, Margot,” Renton said reasonably. “Besides, you can tell Eerie that I have a bunch of candy up here for her.”
Again, Margot paused and appeared to try and compose herself. Alex looked at the serious, pigtailed vampire, and wondered why Renton was being so hard on her. He’d already known him long enough not to like him, but he didn’t think he was stupid or fond of wasting time. Alex sipped his awful beer, and wondered what Renton’s angle was, with Margot, with Eerie, with himself.
“It was a mistake to fall into your debt, Renton.” Margot turned and began to float away. “And you’d better be serious about the candy. You don’t want to disappoint Eerie.”
Alex looked at Renton and wondered. Renton had gone out of his way to be friendly, in his own weird way, since Alex had arrived, but unlike Emily and Vivik, his motives were far more obscure.
“He’s been like that since I met him,” Emily observed, looking over Alex’s shoulder. “He can be kind of a dick, and still confuses picking on girls with flirting, but he’s not really as bad as he’d like you to believe.”
Alex spun around, startled, and found himself face-to-face with her. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold, and she held her beer gingerly in sparkly blue gloves.
“Are you sure?” Alex said, only half-joking. “Sometimes I wonder if Renton’s really such an okay guy.”
“Well, he did throw you a party,” Renton pointed out from behind his beer.
“I guess. But are you seriously blackmailing that vampire just to get beer on to the roof? That seems like a bad idea.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Margot said dismissively, floating neatly over the retaining wall, Eerie held casually in her arms, as if she weighed nothing. “I don’t bite. I’m the nice kind of vampire.”
She actually came all the way down to the ground, this time, and Alex wondered if her bare feet were cold against the stone, and shivered in his jacket. She set Eerie down carefully next to her.
Eerie wore a red and white sweater with a pleated black skirt and black knee socks. Her exposed shoulders were perfectly round and bone-white, and the edges of her hair brushed against them, haphazard and uneven. Her outfit, like Margot’s, didn’t seem to really take temperature into account, but neither of them looked particularly bothered by the cold, either. She had a basket filled with yarn and carefully wrapped knitting needles tucked under one arm.
Alex made a mental note to ask someone where he could get a haircut before the party ended. It seemed like the Academy really needed an orientation or a tour, or something. Maybe it was held at the start of the year, and he’d missed it.
“That’s pretty rare,” Sarah observed. “Margot has come to these things once or twice, but I’ve never seen Eerie come to anything. You have to admit that Renton has a remarkable way with people.”
Ways which included blackmail and bribery. Something worth knowing, Alex thought. Eerie ran over to Renton, and held out her hand expectantly.
“Where is the candy?” Eerie’s voice was strange, with a musical, sing-song quality. The way she spoke gave him the impression that English was not her first, or best, language.
“Here,” Renton said, pulling a different paper sack from one of his coat’s inner pockets, and handing it to Eerie. Alex was astounded to see Eerie pull a package of Skittles from it and tear it open.
“It never even occurred to me that it would actually be bag of candy.” Alex shook his head and Emily laughed. “I figured that was slang for some kind of drug.”
“Do you want me to introduce you?” Emily offered. “I know both of them pretty well.”
“You’re an empath,” Sarah said, laughing. “You know everybody pretty well.”
Alex finished the last of his beer, and then collected Sarah and Emily’s empties as well. He made a trip to the cooler and got three new cans, depositing the empty ones in an already half-full paper sack. There were more people on the roof now, and a lot of them, maybe even most of them, were girls. Alex stood there for a moment, before realized that much of the party, subtly or not, had started watching him, and hurried back over to where Emily and Sarah were chatting.
“Alright. What the hell. Introduce me to your friends.”
Sarah laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
“Try not to look so nervous, Alex,” Emily admonished, leading him over. “This way… Hey Margot? Eerie?”
Emily walked to where the two girls stood, skirting the periphery of the party, up against the edge of the roof, and Alex tagged along behind her. He was going to feel bad about what had happened with Steve until he got Eerie to talk to him, no matter how much of weirdo she might turn out to be. He still felt kind of like an ass, for having tried so hard to look cool in front of her. He wondered if she hated him already, and was surprised that he cared.
“Emily,” Margot acknowledged with a nod, from where she leaned against the wall, arms folded across her chest, her face blank but not unfriendly. “Alex. Renton was supposed to introduce us, but he wandered off, chasing after that redhead from Herzog’s class.”
Alex was a bit taken aback, but it wasn’t an altogether bad reception, he reasoned. Eerie was staring at him, he realized, her hand frozen halfway to her mouth, a number of multicolored candies in her palm.
“Hi! I’m Alex,” he said, raising one hand stiffly in greeting and wondering what in the hell it was that he was doing. His voice sounded odd to him, forced and artificial. “Nice to finally get to talk to both of you.”
Margot said nothing. Eerie held absolutely still for a moment, and then, slowly, lifted the remaining candy to her mouth.
“He’s being nice to you guys,” Emily admonished, shaking her finger and glaring at them. “I thought Rebecca had made you two promise to try and be more social this year.”
“Don’t worry,” Sarah offered encouragingly. “No one ever knows what to say to either of them, Alex. Keep trying. You’re already doing better than most guys.”
Eerie’s eyes widened, and then she shook her head, and looked as if she was going to speak. After a brief struggle, her expression went slack again, and then she simply looked back down to the ground. Margot glanced over at her, and then shook her head.
“I think we should go somewhere else,” Margot said as she walked past, Emily feebly protesting as she was dragged along. “She has been talking about this boy since the other day in the cafeteria.”
Emily went silent, and then gave Alex a panicked look as she was pulled off towards the party by the vampire. Sarah followed them, laughing at the whole scene. Despite the cold, Alex felt himself break out in sweat. Had he really been left alone with a girl who hadn’t managed to say anything coherent to him, one who wasn’t even human? In front of Emily? Alex was having serious doubts about the soundness of the whole situation.
“I don’t get it.”
Eerie’s voice was oddly musical, but vaguely inhuman, like a reproduction of a human voice made by a beautiful, but wholly alien, device.
“Um, yeah… you don’t get what?”
Alex scratched the back of his head nervously, and shifted from one foot to the other.
“Margot says that you are an idiot. She says that you fought with Steve the other day because you are stupid…”
She trailed off shyly, one hand toying with the edge of her skirt.
Alex shook his head slowly.
“That is a very real possibility,” Alex admitted. He finally got her to meet his eyes — and was stunned to discover that they were dilated to such an extent that her irises were nothing more than millimeter-thin colored rings around a reflective black space. He wasn’t certain that he’d ever seen anyone’s eyes look that way, and wondered what kind of drugs did that to you. “But, I prefer to think of myself as impulsive.”
Eerie crumpled and discarded the Skittles wrapper, and then started digging through the bag again, seemingly oblivious to Alex’s presence.
“So, it seems like you and Margot are pretty good friends, huh?”
Eerie didn’t look up, she just continued rummaging.
“Friends? I don’t really get stuff like that,” she said quietly, pulling a handful of red liquorices twists from the paper bag, “but we live in the same place.”
Alex took a sip from his beer, and rapidly considered his options. Renton and Vivik had disappeared, as had Margot, Sarah and Emily. As a matter of fact, the entire party was conspicuously distant from them. He was
