The Eternal Kiss: Vampire Tales of Blood and Desire

This is insanity, I thought, as outside the church quivers of wooden stakes were slung across our chests like bows and arrows. We carried packs of crosses, holy water, and communion wafers. Modern weaponry was not allowed, nor did it work—another inexplicable fact, among so many, that made up what we had been taught about vampires and vampirism.

It wasn’t true, for example, that being bitten by a vampire or drinking its blood changed you into one of them. Our side didn’t know why some humans changed into vampires and some didn’t.

I wondered if love had anything to do with it. I had a feeling I might find out for sure.

Tonight.

* * *

We fanned out, although there was nothing in the rules about having to separate. If we wanted, we could hunt in a group—a grupo—for the last time. As we stood on a rise and gazed down into the valley, Anita and Marica hugged me and wished me luck. Eriko and Holgar raced along the stream-bed, disappearing into darkness. Heavy clouds scudded across the cloudy moonlit sky, and fog rolled in like ocean waves—tall, relentless, wet, and powerful.

Can Jack command the elements? I wondered anxiously. My heart was trying to leap out of my chest, and then my throat. I was icy with fear. Diego had sworn to us that if we kept training and training, our reflexes would take over and we would fight without thinking. I hoped that was true.

The fog raced up over our ankles, then doubled back to sweep over our calves. We were hip-deep in it when Antonio turned to me and said, “I know.”

Moonlight shone down on the crown of his hood like a halo. Fog swept behind his back and fanned out, giving the impression of wings. I couldn’t see his face. His voice was hard and angry.

“You’ve snuck out three times to see him,” he continued.

Oh, God. “Tonio,” I said. My voice was hoarse. “They’re not all the same. Just as we’re not all the same.”

“All of us here are dedicated to the cause,” he said. “The holy war against los vampiros. Except you.”

“I was,” I told him. “And then … on Halloween …” I faltered as Antonio came out of the moonlight.

“You think you’re some romantic heroine. Juliet. And he’s Romeo. He’s a murdering thug who takes pleasure in what he does. And you know that. You know that.”

I licked my lips. My tongue was as dry as the dust that coated the tombs of those buried in our chapel. Our revered dead. In some cases, there hadn’t been anything to bury. In others—a hand, or a head.

“I know we have been told that,” I finally managed.

Antonio’s face contorted with rage. He raised a hand as if to strike me. “Idiota,” he said through clenched teeth. “If you had these doubts and these beliefs, you should have spoken up. You should have left.”

“I know,” I said brokenly. I tried to look away. I didn’t know what to say to him, but as it turned out that was the least of my worries. From somewhere close by, a girl screamed. The sound was high-pitched and terrible. Then it was cut off abruptly. Vampires were close, and one of my classmates was already dead.

Antonio grabbed my hand and pulled me in the opposite direction. “Shouldn’t we be going after the vampire?” I asked, teeth clacking together as we stumbled over uneven ground.

“That’s what they want us to do,” he said.

“How do you know?”

“Because it’s what I would do if I were them. Human senses can’t match theirs in this darkness and fog. She only had time to scream because they wanted her to.”

I pulled my hand free from his, fell to my knees, and began to wretch.

“What is wrong with you?” he hissed. “She is not the first you know to have been killed.”

He was right, but how could I explain to him how I felt? For some twisted reason, that last two years hadn’t seemed real to me. It was as though I was some contestant on a twisted game show. Who will get the fabulous elixir? Tune in next week to find out! I was changing. I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I felt like a woman. And I owed that to Jack. I had felt so alive when he was holding me, kissing me. I had listened as he talked about his kind and how peace was all he really wanted. It had seemed the mature thing to do, to listen to him and try to understand. Now, I was wondering if he had been laughing at me the entire time.

I pushed myself to my feet. Maybe the girl who had screamed wasn’t really dead? I knew it was crazy to believe that, though.

Antonio grabbed my arm to steady me. “Which side are you on? If it is not mine, then you should leave. Right now.”

I stared deep into his solemn eyes. Why couldn’t he have told me months ago how he felt instead of waiting so long? I should have been home, spending the night playing games with my family and laughing with friends. Instead I had chosen to leave, run away after a bad fight with my mom and dad. I had come to Spain because the Universidad took anyone who was at least sixteen. I was sixteen (barely) and I knew that my life was my own. My parents couldn’t control me, not inside the halls of the Universidad.

I took a deep breath. Running had gotten me here. Running again would probably just make everything worse. “I’m with you,” I pledged Antonio. But I knew I couldn’t kill Jack. I still prayed he would survive. But the rest of his gang were fair game as far as I was concerned.

Antonio nodded but before we could move a vamp came out of the darkness behind him, its face a contorted death mask of fangs and lust. And Diego had been right; the training took over. I knocked Antonio to the side, reached for a stake, and plunged it into the monster’s chest. It stopped it in its tracks.

It was a moment before either of us realized I had missed his heart.

Antonio regained his footing, just as I shoved a cross into the vampire’s face. The creature lit up like a Christmas tree, flames licking at its eyes, making it look that much more demonic. The scream that came from it nearly paralyzed me. Antonio drew a short sword from beneath his robes and beheaded the creature in one move. The severed head rolled on the ground like some gruesome, flaming soccer ball. Before I could stop myself, I kicked it as far as I could. It sailed up into the sky, hanging for a moment as the flames danced upon the rolling fog.

And that was when I saw the rest of them. The vampires were in a loose half circle, facing us. They had Anita and Marica. As I watched, the vampires, with sick smiles, slowly sunk their teeth into the necks of the two girls.

“No!” I screamed, racing forward.

Antonio grabbed me around the waist and spun me. “Run!” he hissed in my ear.

The darkness pressed in, and I did as he said. We ran for ten minutes, twisting our way in and around trees, climbing steadily upward, away from the Universidad. At last Antonio pushed me into a cave and followed, lighting a single match to show the way. I had never been this far from the Universidad and I stared toward the back of the cave. I couldn’t see a wall, just a bend in the path.

“What’s going on?” I had so many questions but that was the one that crowded to the surface first.

“Things have gone wrong,” Antonio said. “We were supposed to be hunting them, but instead they are hunting us.”

“And at least three of us are already dead,” I said.

“More,” Antonio said darkly.

I desperately wanted to ask him how he knew, but I couldn’t really stomach the answer. I thought of all my remaining classmates and wondered how many of us would survive the night.

“This cave is one of a network. We can move through them more safely than we can across the ground outside.”

I looked doubtfully into the darkness which seemed deeper than the night. “I’m claustrophobic,” I mumbled.

“Better terrified than dead,” he said. “Speaking of which, take a moment to bandage your wound.”

Puzzled, I looked down at myself and noticed that some underbrush had scratched me through one of the holes in my jeans. I tore a piece of cloth off the bottom of my robe, pulled a tube of antiseptic from my pocket and bandaged the wound. Once the war had begun, they had started putting extract of garlic in the antibiotic creams in order to neutralize the smell of fresh blood. I had never been more grateful for the innovation. The one thing vamps could do better than see in the dark was smell a drop of blood miles away.