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Then there were the clothes. Penny and I have some of the same figure issues. Demon thing aside, had Damian brought her here to me because she carried too many pounds for her five-foot-tall frame? I sent him a glaring mental message but he put out his hands and added an innocent face, the picture of denial. Anyway, Penny was a little round. Okay, a lot round and she’d done the unthinkable—she’d worn horizontal stripes. Please. Even zebras knew to keep their stripes vertical.
This girl needed me. And not just because she was now a vampire. She needed a wardrobe intervention and a makeover, stat. I turned to say something to Damian but the man had slipped out while my back was turned and quietly closed the door.
“Well, Penny, looks like you’re stuck with me.” I smiled and gestured at her bulging backpack. “Is that all your stuff? Want me to show you to your bedroom?”
“Forget that.” Penny stepped close to me, a rookie mistake, and grabbed the lapels of my robe. “There’s only one thing I want from you.”
“Whoa, girlfriend.” I jerked her hands off my robe. “Rule number one. Back off the intensity.” I tried to read her mind. What the hell? How had this fledgling already learned to block her thoughts?
She smiled a creepy smile, and looked me over. “You’ll learn that I’m a quick study. I’m nineteen and I’ve already got three degrees from UT.”
“Three college degrees? At nineteen?” I knew UT was the University of Texas here in Austin. I was turned vampire in 1604. Back when I’d been school age, I’d been lucky to learn basic letters. I’d had to teach myself what I knew today, which was practical stuff and wouldn’t have earned me a degree anywhere.
“Yeah. I’m a geek and a freak. Big whoop.” Her smile had changed from creepy to a sad little twist.
I realized that this girl would be pretty if she’d let me guide her. She had nice auburn hair and skin that would be golden if she didn’t mask it with pale makeup. She sure didn’t need the black lipstick she’d obviously decided went with her new vampire status.
“Hey, being a brain is a big whoop. And lay off the freak thing. Being a vampire isn’t all bad. Trust me on that.” I sat on the couch. “Now what is it you want from me? I’m going to be your mentor. I’ll do what I can to help you adjust to your new life.” I smiled and gestured at the chair across from me.
Penny sat, then leaned forward. Her eyes were a golden brown and they shone with an intelligence that saw too much. I put up a block. If Penny had already figured out how to block her thoughts, she was probably already reading other’s too.
“There’s just one thing that will make me happy right now, Glory. Damian said that’s your name, right?”
“Yes, it’s Gloriana St. Clair. I’m a four-hundred-plus-year-old vampire, Penny. I’ve had a few centuries to learn the ropes. So if there’s something you need, something you want to learn, I’m your gal.” I kept smiling, feeling all motherly, even though to look at me, I’m only twenty-two to Penny’s nineteen. Mortals would think we were sisters. Maybe I’d even introduce her in the shop as my sister from out of town. Yes, that would work. I realized Penny was waiting for me to focus on her, to give her my full attention. I finally did.
“Okay, Penny, what do you need?”
“Help me kill my sister.”
Two
“Excuse me?” I hadn’t heard correctly. Couldn’t have.
“I said you have to help me kill my sister. I have a twin.” Penny jumped up and pulled a picture from the side pocket of her backpack. “This is Jenny.”
“Whoa. Never would have guessed—” I shut up. Penny had probably grown up hating to be compared to the blond angel in the cheerleading outfit who smiled into the camera.
“We’re fraternal twins. Obviously.” Penny smiled down at the picture. “I got the brains, she got the beauty.”
I waited for the snark. Teenagers. Sisters, at that. I’d watched those reality shows on TV. There was bound to be some sibling rivalry, bitterness.
“So now you want to break in your fangs by killing her? Isn’t that a little radical?” I was ready for the explosion. Some kind of meltdown. What I got was Penny looking at me with a shimmer of tears.
“No, you don’t get it. Look at her. She’s beautiful, perfect. She’s smart too, just not the phenom I was. How can I let her grow old when I never will? We can turn her, Glory, and she’ll be like that forever.” Penny rushed me and grabbed my hands. “You’ve got to help me do this. Jenny’s my best friend. I can’t just leave her to be human when I’m”—big sniff—“not.”
“Are you kidding me? Did you hear what Damian was saying when you were standing in the hall?” I knew she had vamp hearing and was sure she’d eavesdropped. Who wouldn’t?
“He was persuading you to take me on. Obviously he got the job done.” Penny sat on the couch. She laid the picture on my cluttered coffee table, right on top of my copy of InStyle magazine. I bet it was Jenny’s bible. Penny probably used it as a coaster.
“Yes, he talked me into it, because I’m about to be kicked out of Austin. I’m hanging by a thread here.” I sat across from her. “You also heard him say the guy who made you vampire isn’t around anymore. You know what he meant by that?”
“Guess he was asked to leave too. That bastard deserved to have his nuts cracked.” Penny heaved a sigh and stared at her sister’s picture again. “I didn’t ask for this, though the living forever thing has me stoked.”
I leaped over the table and landed beside her. That finally got her full attention. “Listen to me, Penny. That bastard may have gotten his nuts cracked, but it was right before he got a stake through his heart. He’s dead, girl, dead for what he did to you. The Austin council doesn’t want anyone turned vampire around here. It’s rogue behavior. Only tolerated when it’s done to save a mortal’s life. A last-ditch effort.”
“They killed him?” Penny bit her bottom lip and I glimpsed her new fangs. “Wow. That’s so Gothic.”
“Yeah, well, vampires like to keep a low profile, not easy with all the vamp books, movies and TV shows out there now. People pay attention when weird things happen.”
“Would it be so bad for vampires to come out of the closet? I think this is kind of cool. So will Jenny.” Penny was fixated on the picture of her sister again and I wanted to shake her.
“Really? Will Jenny like missing cheerleading practice in the mornings? Or hitting the drive-thru at McDonald’s?”
Penny frowned. “The cheerleading, sure. But she gave up Big Macs years ago. Way too busy counting calories. Not like me.” Her eyes filled. “No more of those fries? Ever?” She bit her lip again, then gasped when her new fangs popped through her skin. “Ouch!”
“At least you got to taste one.” I made a face. “I drive by those places, inhale, and just fantasize.” We both sighed. “Anyway, face facts, Penny. And for every vamp groupie, there will be a vamp hunter who sees you as a demon from hell and is eager to exterminate you.” I shook my head. Was I getting through to her? Didn’t think so. She was obviously still figuring out how to convince her sister that the trade-offs for immortality were worth it.
“Maybe we could arrange some kind of accident.” Penny smiled at me. “Then we would have to turn Jenny. The council couldn’t object to that.”
“You think they wouldn’t see through that? The council is fairly new and trying to establish control. To prove that zero tolerance means exactly that. It’s bad enough that Austin has a Bat Festival every year and puts ‘Keep Austin Weird’ on T-shirts. We don’t need to become known as the vampire capital of Texas.” I put my hand on hers. “I’m sorry about your sister, but running her over with your car might not be her idea of a good time.” I squeezed her fingers. “You haven’t told her what happened to you, have you?”
“No, not yet. I wasn’t sure how.” Penny’s eyes filled again. “Jenny’s just a sophomore, in a sorority and doing all the normal college things that I never did.” Penny sighed. “I figured my news would just bring her down.”
Penny frowned at me. “You don’t get it, Glory. I think it’s great that Jenny’s having fun. I was always too busy studying, being the whiz kid, to do the things Jen does. So I’m getting a vicarious thrill from her life now.” She glanced down. “And then there’s the way I look. I’m not exactly cheerleading material.”
“Don’t put yourself down. I’ve seen those competitions on TV. Cheerleaders come in all shapes and sizes. With the right hair, makeup and wardrobe, you could fit in with that crowd, pre-fangs of course. And the way those people hop around, you would have trimmed down in no time.” I wondered why Jenny hadn’t helped her sister do just that.
“It’s no big deal. Jen and I don’t compete.” Penny still blocked her thoughts and I wondered if her relationship with her sister was as easy as she claimed.
“Obviously, who could with your three degrees? I guess you proved that whiz kid thing.” I patted her shoulder.
“Yeah, well. I enjoy the academic stuff.” She shrugged. “Sue me, I’m an unrepentant egghead. That’s what Jen calls me.” A tear ran down her cheek. “God, how can I just show her my f-f-fangs and tell her what happened? She’s so happy now. She just made the cheerleading squad for next fall and even has a new boyfriend. This will just bring her down.”
“You’re a good sister.” I was getting a little misty-eyed myself. I don’t know if I could have been so generous. Screw vicarious. There’s no substitute for doing things yourself. I made up my mind then and there that Penny would have a great start as a vampire. Adventures. Rafe could help me there. I wished for my buddy Florence too. How long before she got back from her honeymoon?
“Jen and I don’t always agree on things. In fact, we had a giant fight the night I ended up a vampire.” Penny grimaced. “Turns out I should have listened to her. But just once I wanted to see . . . Never mind.” She tried for a shrug but I could see her hands plucking nervously at her gray sweatpants. “I’ve texted her a few times since then. Let her know I was okay, just snowed under with school stuff. But I bet she’s wondering what’s up. We usually talk or see each other at least once a day.” Penny sniffled. “We’ll never do the morning coffee-and-donut run again now, will we?”
I pulled her against me when she finally broke down and sobbed. Who wouldn’t? The realization that you can never eat or drink like a human again is hard to take. Hey, I still mourned my hot chocolate and the Cheetos I’d impulsively tasted once, to my regret. I gulped back sympathetic tears.
“Enough of this.” Penny pulled back and dug a tissue out of her pocket. “What now, Glory?”
“You can’t tell your sister you’re a vampire.” There, I’d said it and I got the reaction I knew I would. Penny was up and at the door in a blur.
“Try to stop me. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” She snarled at me—me!—showing fangs when I grabbed her shoulders. “Damn it, Glory, I have to tell her. I’ll put a positive spin on it.”
“Chill and put your fangs away, fledgling. A positive spin?” I leaned against the door, making damned sure Penny wasn’t getting past me. “I can hear that conversation now. ‘Hey, sis, I was killed the other night but, not to worry, a vampire gave me my own pair of fangs and now I’m here to take you down too. Say bye-bye, pom-poms, and hello, blood bank.’”
Penny huffed and puffed and even did a few moves that looked like martial arts. I wanted to trot out that cliché and growl, “Go ahead and make my day.” But in the end she slouched back to the couch without making a serious move.
“I’ve got to tell her sometime. She can read me too well. Even without the vampire tricks.” Penny sighed when I sat across from her again. “She’ll know something’s off with me.”
“Then avoid her. Text, tweet, e-mail—whatever the hell you two do—but let her know you’re too busy to meet. You’re not telling her, Penny. Not yet anyway.” I hardened my heart when it looked like she was going to tear up again. Why me? Even a rock star had been easier to handle than this. No crying from Ray; he’d been more about colorful adjectives and mourning his Black Label Scotch.
“For how long? And when we do get together, am I supposed to just arrange to see her at night and hide my fangs?” Penny kicked her backpack. “Which I realize I’m not exactly in control of yet.”
“No, you’re not. Glad you’ve figured that out.” I reached down and slid the backpack out of range. “Concentrate. Mind over matter. But be aware that your emotions affect your fangs. You’re upset and down they came.”
“Yeah, well, this whole thing has me crazed.” Penny’s eyes widened. “Seriously, controlling any of this seems impossible right now. I was around a human at Damian’s. Just the smell of that blood, pumping through her veins, and I wanted to jump all over her and take a bite. Which is skeezy. You know?”
“Not skeezy at all. It’s your new nature. It’ll settle down after you’ve done this awhile.” I leaned forward. “But, whoa. Mortals at Damian’s? Are you telling me he has pets there? I thought the council didn’t like that kind of action.”
Penny frowned. “Maybe I wasn’t supposed to say anything. I never saw a vampire bite anyone.” She sagged, like she was tired of the whole thing. “Which is weird. But Damian is hot, don’t you think? The women were all over him. My guess is he could do whatever he wanted with them, once they were in his bedroom.”
“Forget Damian and think about how you reacted to being around those mortals, Penny.” I waited until she looked up at me. “To the blood. You craved it. Couldn’t think of much else when you heard that sound. The pumping. Smelled that fresh-in-the-pipes juice. That’s bloodlust, fledgling. And you’ve got about as much control over it as you did when you used to drive past McDonald’s and smelled those fries.”
“Which means zero.” Penny looked at me in horror. “So you mean that, while she’s still human, I could be a danger to Jenny? My own sister?”
“True enough.” I nodded. At least this would buy me some time to work with Penny and keep her from spreading the word that, hey, vampires were in town.
“You’re right. What if I go postal when I smell Jenny’s blood and attack her?” Penny clapped her hand over her mouth, smearing her black lipstick.
“Entirely possible.” I watched her tear up again and searched for reassurances. Facts were, though, fledglings were notoriously hard to control when they were thirsty. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of synthetic out of the fridge.
“Drink this. When you’re well fed, you’re less likely to get out of control when you’re around a mortal—we call them mortals, Penny.” I smiled and patted her shoulder. “Come on. I still consider myself a human, don’t you?”
“Y-y-yes, I guess. When I can think at all.” She twisted off the cap and took a swallow, made a face, then looked at the label. “This isn’t as good as what Damian gave me. Must be cheaper. And I don’t think I’m crazy about A positive.”
“Sorry. We’ll figure out your faves later and make sure the council springs for it.” I opened a bottle for myself.
Penny took a deep swallow. “Any other tips about being around mortals besides filling up first?”
“Not yet, but you don’t go see Jenny without me. I can always intervene if it looks like you’re losing control.” I smiled. “I know you’re smart and think you can figure all this out for yourself.” Penny flushed and I knew I had her. “But give me credit for having been there, done that, a time or two. Okay?”
“I get that you’re ancient.” Penny looked me over. “Incredible to imagine. That you’ve been around since before airplanes, telephones”—she tipped her cold bottle at me—“microwaves!”
“Yes, a lot’s changed. But some things never do.” I gave her a stern look. “New vampires need guidance. And primal urges are what get you in trouble. Things you can’t rationalize, Einstein.”
Penny at least looked thoughtful as she sipped her synthet
ic. “Still, I can’t imagine attacking my own sister. I haven’t even tried taking blood from a, uh, mortal yet, just been drinking the bottled stuff. Wouldn’t have a clue how to even go about feeding, as Damian called it, except for what I’ve seen on TV or movies and that looks pretty messy. What do you do about your blood supply?”
“I stick to the bottled stuff. That’s why I have a fridge full. And I drink it cold because I spent a few years in Las Vegas and decided I liked it cold on a hot day. Plenty of those in Texas too.” I smiled. “Feel free to nuke yours if that floats your boat. And help yourself whenever you feel the slightest bit hungry. Promise me that.”
“Sure. But obviously not all vampires stick to the bottle.” She brushed her neck. “The guy who took me down used me for his breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
“I’m wondering why he didn’t just drain you and leave you for dead. Turning you vampire is serious stuff. A responsibility for the sire and obviously a mistake in Austin.” I leaned forward. “Did Damian tell you anything about that?” Gossip, I loved it. What can I say? It’s one of my minor vices.
“He said this guy was starting his own little family. I remember the man, he said his name was Vince, calling me ‘Daughter’ when he dragged me to the shack where that other vampire found me.” Penny shuddered and drained her bottle of synthetic. “He was deranged, dirty and touched me in a way that my dad would never . . .” Penny shuddered again. “Sick bastard. Anyway, Damian said the council didn’t tolerate that kind of thing, the turning part. Guess I know now it earned him the death penalty. Earned me one too.” She set down the bottle on my magazine and wiped her wet cheeks.
I wanted to hug her again, but I could see she had decided to try to move on. I had to admire her for that.
“And immortality, Penny. Like you said before, that’s the cool part.” I sighed when I saw her dig into her bag and pull out a compact.
“Damn, I keep forgetting, we really can’t see our reflection. Jenny will hate that.” She snapped the compact shut with a frown.