New Blood
For once I wasn't dreaming. It was Lucille's hissing that woke me up. I rolled over, Lena curled up next to me. It was still hard to believe she was
here and she was safe. It was the thing I had wanted most in the world, and now I had it. How often did that happen? The waning moon outside
my bedroom window was so bright, I could see her eyelashes touching her cheek as she slept.
Lucille leaped off the bottom of my bed, and something moved in the shadows.
A silhouette.
Someone was standing in front of my window. It could only be one person, who wasn't actually a person at all. I bolted upright in bed. Macon
was standing in my room, and Lena was under the covers in my bed. Weakened or not, he was going to kill me.
“Ethan?” I recognized his voice the second I heard it, even though he was trying to be quiet. It wasn't Macon. It was Link.
“What the hell are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?” I hissed, trying not to wake Lena.
“I'm in trouble, man. You gotta help me.” Then he noticed Lena curled into a ball next to me. “Oh, jeez. I didn't know you were — you know.”
“Sleeping?”
“At least someone can.” He was pacing, full of nervous energy, even for Link. His arm was in a cast, and it was swinging erratically. Even with
only the dim light from the window, I could see his face was sweaty and pale. He looked sick, worse than sick.
“What's up with you, man? How did you get in here?”
Link sat down in the old chair by my desk, then stood up again. His T-shirt had a hot dog on it and said BITE ME. He'd had it since we were in
eighth grade. “You wouldn't believe me if I told you.”
The window was open behind him, the curtains blowing inside as if the breeze was being drawn into my room. My stomach was beginning to
twist into a familiar knot. “Try me.”
“Remember when Vampire Boy grabbed me on Hell Night?” He was talking about the night of the Seventeenth Moon, which would always
be Hell Night to him. It was also the title of the horror movie that scared the crap out of him when he was ten.
“Yeah?”
Link was pacing again. “You know he could've killed me, right?”
I wasn't sure I wanted to hear where this was going. “But he didn't, and he's probably dead, like Larkin.” John disappeared that night, but no
one actually knew what happened to him.
“Yeah, well, if he is, he left a partin’ gift. Two actually.” Link leaned over my bed. Instinctively I jumped back, bumping into Lena.
“What's going on?” She was half asleep, her voice deep and gravelly.
“Relax, man.” Link reached past me and switched on the light next to my bed. “What does it look like to you?”
My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I saw two small puncture wounds on Link's pasty neck, the distinct mark made by two evenly set
canines.
“He bit you?” I jerked away from him, pulling Lena off the bed and pushing her against the wall behind me.
“So I'm right? Holy crap.” Link sat down on my bed, dropping his head in his hands. He looked miserable. “Am I gonna turn into one a those
bloodsuckers?” He was staring at Lena, waiting for her to confirm what he already knew.
“Technically, yes. You're probably already Turning, but it doesn't mean you're going to be a Blood Incubus. You can fight it, like Uncle
Macon, and feed on dreams and memories instead of blood.” She pushed her way out from behind me. “Relax, Ethan. He's not going to attack
us, like a vampire in one of your lame Mortal horror movies where all witches wear black hats.”
“At least I look good in hats.” Link sighed. “And black.”
She sat down next to him on the edge of my bed. “He's still Link.”
“You sure about that?” The more I checked him out, the worse he looked.
“Yeah, I gotta know this sorta stuff.” Link was shaking his head, defeated. It was pretty obvious he had been hoping Lena was going to tell
him there was some other explanation. “Holy crap, my mom's gonna throw me outta the house when she finds out. I'm gonna have to live in the
Beater.”
“It'll be okay, man.” It was a lie, but what else could I say? Lena was right. Link was still my best friend. He had followed me into the Tunnels,
which was the reason he was sitting here now with two holes in his neck.
Link ran his hands over his hair nervously. “Dude, my mom's a Baptist. You think she's gonna let me stay in the house when she finds out
I'm a Demon? She doesn't even like Methodists.”
“Maybe she won't notice.” I knew it was a stupid thing to say, but I was trying.
“Sure. Maybe she won't notice if I never go out durin’ the day because my skin'll fry off.” Link rubbed his pale arms as if he could already feel
his skin beginning to peel.
“Not necessarily.” Lena was working something out in her mind. “John wasn't your average Incubus. He was a hybrid. Uncle M is still trying
to figure out what Abraham was doing with him.”
I remembered what Macon said about hybrids when he was arguing with Abraham at the Great Barrier, which already seemed like a lifetime
ago. But I didn't want to think about John Breed at all. I couldn't forget seeing him with his hands all over Lena.
At least Lena didn't notice. “His mother was an Evo. They can Morph — transmutate into virtually any species, even Mortals. That's why
John could walk around during the day, while other Incubuses have to avoid sunlight.”
“Yeah? So I'm what, like, a quarter bloodsucker?”
Lena nodded. “Probably. I mean, I can't be certain of anything.”
Link shook his head. “That's why I wasn't sure at first. I was out all day and nothin’ happened. Figured it meant I was in the clear.”
“Why didn't you say something right away?” It was a stupid question. Who would want to tell their friends they were Transforming into some
kind of Demon?
“I didn't realize he bit me. Just thought I got worked over in the fight, but then I started feelin’ weird and saw the marks.”
“You'll have to be careful, man. We don't know much about John Breed. If he's some kind of hybrid, who knows what you can do?”
Lena cleared her throat. “Actually, I knew him pretty well.” Link and I turned and looked at her at the same time. She twisted her necklace
nervously. “I mean, not that well. But we were in the Tunnels together for a long time.”
“And?” I could feel my blood rising.
“He was really strong, and he had some kind of weird magnetism that drove girls crazy everywhere we went.”
“Girls like you?” I couldn't help myself.
“Shut up.” She nudged me with her shoulder.
“This is startin’ to sound better already.” Link cracked a smile, in spite of himself.
Lena was going down the list of John's attributes in her mind, a list I was hoping wasn't too long. “He could see and hear and smell things I
couldn't.”
Link inhaled deeply, then coughed. “Dude, you really need a shower.”
“You've got superpowers now, and that's the best you can do?” I shoved him. He shoved me back, and I flew off the bed onto the floor.
“What the hell?” I was used to being the one throwing him on the ground.
Link looked at his hands, nodding with satisfaction. “That's right, fists a fury. Like I always said.”
Lena picked up Lucille, who had backed herself into a corner. “And you should be able to Travel. You know, materialize wherever you want.
You won't need to use the window, even though Uncle Macon says it's more civilized.”
“I can walk through walls, like a superhero?” Link was cheering up considerably.
“You'll probably have a great time, except …” Lena took a breath and tried to act casual. “You won't really eat anymore. And assuming you
plan to be more like Uncle Macon than Hunting, you'll have to feed off people's dreams and memories to sustain yourself. Uncle Macon called
it eavesdropping. But you'll have plenty of time because you won't sleep anymore.”
“I can't eat? What am I gonna tell my mom?”
Lena shrugged. “Tell her you've become a vegetarian.”
“A vegetarian? Are you insane? That's worse than bein’ a quarter Demon!” Link stopped pacing. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
He walked over to the open window and leaned out. “Seriously?” There were a few banging sounds on the side of the house, and Link
hoisted Ridley through my window. I looked away dutifully, since most of Ridley's underwear showed at one point or another during the climb
over the windowsill. It wasn't the most graceful entrance.
Apparently, Ridley had cleaned up and gone back to looking like a Siren, whether she was actually one or not. She pulled her skirt down
and shook out her blond and pink streaked hair. “Let me get this straight. The party's here, but I'm supposed to stay in my cell with the dog?”
Lena sighed. “You mean my bedroom?”
“Whatever. I don't need the three of you hanging out together, talking about me. I have enough problems as it is. Uncle Macon and my
mom have decided I should go back to school, since apparently I'm not a danger to anyone anymore.” It looked like she was about to burst into
tears.
“But you're not.” Link pulled out my desk chair for her.
“I'm plenty dangerous.” She ignored him, flopping down on my bed. “You'll see.” Link grinned. He hoped so, that much was clear. “They
can't make me go to that backwoods dump you call a school.”
“Nobody was talking about you, Ridley.” Lena sat down on the bed, next to her cousin.
Link went back to pacing. “We were talkin’ about me.”
“What about you?” He looked away, but Ridley must have already seen something because she was across the room in a second. She
grabbed the side of Link's face. “Look at me.”
“What for?”
Ridley zeroed in on him like a Sybil. “Look at me.”
As Link turned, his pale, sweaty skin caught what little light the moon cast into the room. But it was enough light to see the puncture marks.
Ridley was still holding his face, but her hand was shaking. Link put his hand on her wrist. “Rid —”
“Did he do this to you?” Her eyes narrowed. Even though they were blue now, instead of gold, and she couldn't convince anyone to jump off
a cliff, she looked like she could throw someone off one. It was easy to imagine her sticking up for Lena at school when they were kids.
Link took her hand and pulled her toward him, slinging his arm around her shoulders. “It's no biggie. Maybe I'll get some homework done
once in a while, now that I don't need any sleep.” Link cracked a smile, but Ridley didn't.
“This isn't a joke. John is probably the most powerful Incubus in the Caster world, aside from Abraham himself. If Abraham was looking for
him, there's a reason.” I could see her biting her lip, staring out into the trees outside my window.
“You worry too much, Babe.”
Ridley shrugged off Link's arm. “Don't call me Babe.”
I leaned back against my headboard, watching the two of them. Now that Ridley was a Mortal and Link was an Incubus, she would still be the
one girl he couldn't have — and probably the only one he wanted. Junior year was going to be interesting.
An Incubus at Jackson High.
Link, the strongest guy in school, driving Savannah Snow crazy every time he walked into the room without a single lick from one of Ridley's
lollipops. And Ridley, the ex-Siren, who I was pretty sure would find her way back to trouble, with or without the lollipops. Two months until
September, and for the first time in my life, I could hardly wait for the first day of school.
Link wasn't the only one of us who couldn't sleep that night.
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