He was blinking and yawning and looked like he'd been sniffing way too much of the incense. He lifted his hand to wipe something off his nose (probably one of the boogers he liked to go spelunking after) and I saw the white of thick bandages that were wrapped around his wrists. What the…?
A terrible, crawly feeling worked its way up my spine. Enyo and Deino were standing not far from me, talking animatedly to the girl they'd called Pemphredo. I walked over to them and waited till there was a lull in the conversation. Pretending that my stomach wasn't trying to squeeze itself to death, I smiled and nodded in the general direction of Elliott.
'What's that kid doing here?'
Enyo glanced at Elliott and then rolled her eyes. 'He's nothing. Just the refrigerator we used tonight.'
'What a loser,' Deino said, dismissing Elliott with a sneer. 'He's practically human,' Pemphredo said in disgust. 'No wonder all he's good for is a snack bar.'
My stomach felt like it was being turned inside out. 'Wait, I don't get it. Refrigerator? Snack bar?'
Deino the Terrible turned her haughty, chocolate-colored eyes on me. 'That's what we call humans— refrigerators and snack bars. You know—breakfast, lunch, and dinner.'
'Or any of the meals in between,' warlike Enyo practically purred.
'I still don't—' I started, but Deino interrupted me.
'Oh, come on! Don't pretend that you couldn't tell what was in the wine, and that you didn't love the taste of it.'
'Yeah, admit it, Zoey. It was obvious. You would have downed the whole thing—you wanted it even more than we did. We saw you licking it off your fingers,' Enyo said, leaning forward all into my personal space as she stared at my Mark. 'That makes you some kind of freak, doesn't it? Somehow you're fledgling and vamp, all in one, and you wanted more of that kid's blood than just a taste.'
'Blood?' I didn't recognize my own voice. The word 'freak' kept echoing round and round in my head.
'Yes, blood,' Terrible said.
I felt hot and cold at once and looked away from their knowing faces, and right into Aphrodite's eyes. She was standing across the room from me talking to Erik. Our eyes locked and slowly, purposefully, she smiled. She was holding the goblet again, and she raised it in an almost imperceptible salute to me before taking a drink from it and turning back to laugh at something Erik had just said.
Holding myself together, I made a lame excuse to Warlike, Terrible, and the Wasp, and walked calmly from the room. The instant I closed the thick wooden door of the rec hall behind me I ran like a crazy blind person. I didn't know where I was going, except that I wanted to be away.
I drank blood—that horrid Elliott kid's blood—and I'd liked it! And worse, the delicious smell had been familiar because I'd smelled it before when Heath's hands had been bleeding. It hadn't been a new cologne I'd been drawn to; it had been his blood. And I'd smelled it again in the hall yesterday when Aphrodite had slit Erik's thigh and I had wanted to lick up his blood, too.
I was a freak.
Finally, I couldn't breathe and I collapsed against the cool stone of the school's protective wall, gasping for air and puking my guts up.
CHAPTER 17
Shakily, I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and then stumbled away from the puke spot (I refused to even consider what I puked up and how it must have looked) until I came to a giant oak that had grown so close to the wall that half of its branches hung over the other side of it. I leaned against the tree, concentrating on not getting sick again.
What had I done? What was happening to me?
Then, from somewhere in the limbs of the oak I heard a meow. Okay, it wasn't really your normal, average, catlike meow. It was more like a grumpy, 'me-eeh-uf-me-eef-uf-snort.'
I looked up. Perched on a limb that was resting against the wall was a small orange cat. She was staring at me with huge eyes and she definitely looked disgruntled.
'How did you get up there?'
'Me—uf,' she said, sneezed, and inched her way along the branch, clearly trying to get closer to me.
'Well, come on kitty-kitty-kitty,' I coaxed.
'Me-eeh-of-ow,' she said, creeping forward about half one of her little paw lengths.
'That's it, come on, baby girl. Move your little tiny paddies this way.' Yes, I was displacing my freak-out and channeling it into saving the cat, but the truth was that I couldn't think about what had just happened. Not now. It was too soon. Too fresh. So the cat was an excellent distraction. Plus, she looked familiar. 'Come on baby girl, come on…' I kept up a conversation with her as I hooked the toe of my flats into the rough brick of the wall and managed to pull myself up far enough so I could grab onto the lowest part of the branch the cat was on. Then I was able to use the branch as a kind of rope to climb farther up the wall, the whole time talking to the cat, while she kept complaining at me.
Finally I got within touching range of her. We stared at each other for a long time, and I started to wonder if she knew about me. Could she tell that I'd just tasted (and liked) blood? Did I have blood puke breath? Did I look different? Had I grown fangs? (Okay, that last question was ridiculous. Adult vamps don't have fangs, but still.)
She 'me-eeh-uf-owed' at me again, and moved a little closer. I reached out and scratched the top of her head so that her ears went down and she closed her eyes, purring.
'You look like a little lioness,' I told her. 'See how much nicer you are when you're not complaining?' Then I blinked in surprise, realizing why she seemed so familiar. 'You were in my dream.' And a little happiness pushed through the wall of sickness and fear inside me. 'You're my cat!'
The cat opened her eyes, yawned, and sneezed again, as if to comment on why it had taken me so long to figure it out. With a grunt of effort I scrambled up so that I was sitting on the wide top of the wall beside the branch where the cat was perched. With a kitty sigh, she jumped delicately off the branch, onto the top of the wall, and walked on tiny white paws over to me to crawl into my lap. There didn't seem to be anything for me to do except to scratch her on the head some more. She closed her eyes and purred loudly. I petted the cat and tried to still the tumult in my mind. The air smelled like it might rain, but the night was unusually warm for the end of October, and I put my head back, breathing deeply and letting the silver moonlight that peeked through the clouds calm me.
I looked at the cat. 'Well, Neferet said that we should sit in the moonlight. I glanced up at the night sky again. 'It would be better if the stupid clouds would blow away, but still…'
I had only just spoken the words and a gust of wind whistled around me, suddenly blowing away the wispy clouds.
'Well, thanks.' I called aloud to nothing in particular. 'That was a very convenient wind.' The cat muttered, reminding me that I'd had the nerve to quit scratching her ears. 'I think I'll call you Nala because you are a little lioness.' I told her, resuming my scratching. 'You know, baby girl, I'm so glad I found you today; I really needed something good to happen to me after the night I've had. You would not believe—'
A weird smell drifted up to me. It was so odd that I broke off what I was saying. What was that? I sniffed and wrinkled my nose. It was a dry, old smell. Like a house that had been closed up for too long, or somebody's scary old basement. It wasn't a good smell, but it also wasn't so gross that it made me want to gag. It was just wrong. Like it didn't belong out here in the open at night.
Then something caught at the corner of my eyesight. I looked down the long, winding brick wall. Standing there, half turned away from me like she wasn't sure which way she wanted to go, was a girl. The light from the moon, and my new and improved fledgling ability to see well at night, let me see her even though there were no outside lights near this part of the wall. I felt myself tense. Had one of those hateful Dark Daughters followed me? No way did I feel like dealing with any more of their crap tonight.
I must have actually voiced the frustrated groan I thought I had made in my mind, because the girl looked up toward where I was sitting on top of the wall.
I gasped in shock and felt fear skitter through me.
