Chapter 7:
He didn't know what insanity had overtaken him that he had smelled her hair so blatantly. He even thought that he had said something out loud about it. He was grateful that she had diffused the situation as she had done. He didn't want to see her in that way. Equating women with sex came easily to him. Disturbingly easily. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made the douche-bag move to make out with his best friend's mother. A piercing pain shot through his head as soon as he thought of that night. He clutched the sides of his forehead as the pain made him see stars.
Caroline stopped talking and rushed over to his side.
"Tyler. Tyler! What's wrong?" Her touch against his arms felt strange, as if there was a tiny vacuum of space just around where she fingers connected with his that felt light. On instinct, he brought her fingers up to the side of his forehead and the pain diffused slowly.
What the hell?
He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the confusion on her face or explain what he was doing. He didn't know what he was doing. Did vampires have healing powers? He didn't know. She held still without moving, letting him press her fingers deeply into his head. When the pain disappeared entirely, he opened his eyes.
She raised an eyebrow in question while her eyes still showed concern.
Had she always been like this? He wondered now. He had never met anyone as compassionate. Why had he never noticed before?
"Sorry. I just had this sudden splitting pain inside my head. It's gone now." He muttered as he walked away from the counter and towards the oven. "It's probably because I am hungry enough to eat a whole cow. When is this going to be ready, Forbes?"
She didn't answer him right away and he surreptitiously watched her reflection on the surface of the microwave. She was watching him, concern still evident in her eyes and he felt a sudden frustration build inside him.
"I don't want your pity, Forbes. If you are going to give me that look every time I act strange, I can take it from here. I will see you in school tomorrow."
He saw her eyebrow shoot up in agitation and felt relieved immediately.
"This is not pity, you jackass. This is my new and improved version of is-he-trying-to-pull-one-over-me-in-new-werewolf-fashion look."
He laughed as he grabbed the oven door handle and she did her vampire run-at-the-speed-of-light-trick and came to slam the door.
"You're going to let the heat escape." She crossed her hands across her waist as her whole body blocked him from making another heat-escape attempt.
"I have to find uncle Mason." he said suddenly.
She was taken aback by the abrupt switch in topic and looked towards the overhead cupboards, opening them to take out plates.
"Um… Yes, yes, we do." she said as she took the plates to the counter.
"Are there others like you? Who made you? How do you know about me?" he asked, all the questions that had been floating through his head for the past three days spilling out all at once.
He saw her movements slow and she paused to take a deep breath before turning around to face him.
"It's a long story…" she said finally.
"I have time." He replied, walking towards her.
The timer beeper just then and she turned towards the oven in relief and walked to get their dinner.
"My car broke down in the woods around your family's cellar one evening and I roamed around without cell reception until it was nightfall."
She turned around to face him. "I was bitten and changed that night." She said with uncharacteristic brevity.
He walked to her, watching her fluttering eyes and remarked curiously, "I thought vampires couldn't walk in the sun."
She gave a nervous laugh and looked down to twist one of her rings as she said, "Ah… just a myth."
"What happened to the vampire who turned you?" he was almost upon her.
"It left town. This was just for its brief amusement." She picked up the dishtowel hanging over the over handle and fidgeted with it.
"You told me that you killed someone before." He said once he stopped near her.
She nodded and turned away from him, wiping a nonexistent speck on the counter.
"Who?" he asked.
She kept her eyes lowered and it was after a few moments that she answered, "I don't know. She may have been someone's mother, or sister, or wife, or daughter… I don't know."
Her voice broke at the end and he suddenly felt contrite for grilling her like this.
He leaned over her shoulder to look at the sizzling lasagna.
"Let's eat. I am ravenous."
She looked up, caught off-guard again by the sudden change in topic.
"If you make me wait anymore Forbes, I swear, I will eat this whole tray with my claws like the savage animal that I apparently am." He put his hands around so that she could see all ten of his wiggling fingers for effect.
She smiled then, and for the second time that day, he felt unexpectedly relieved.
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