Change (Kitsune) (4 page)

"I have one more question, for now, I think.”

Bill lifted his brows and waited for me to ask.

“Will I be suddenly changing again? Am I safe to go home and be alone? Will I wake up in the morning only to discover that I'm a wolf again? I guess that was more than one question." I said sheepishly.

"You're safe to go home, the only way you'll wake up as a wolf in the morning is if something threatens you enough to bring your wolf to the surface to protect you. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, shifting is voluntary and deliberate. Even dreaming won't bring on a change. Your wolf will know the difference between a dreamed threat and real one."

I sighed, relieved. "That's really good to know, I was worried."

Karen insisted that I stay for dinner, saying something about making sure I was properly fed after shifting and then Bill drove me home.

"Thanks for the ride," I hugged him before climbing out of the cab of the truck.

"Think nothing of it," He watched from the driver’s seat of his pick-up as I gingerly carried my backpack along the cool sidewalk to my building and carefully, because of my bare feet, climbed the stairs. I waved and smiled at him before I let myself into my apartment. It was only after I was safely inside that he backed out of the parking space and left.

Chapter 3

Later that evening, alone in my small apartment, I felt lost. The shock from the events of the day was starting to wear off and I wandered through the place on auto pilot, not really thinking about what I was doing. I took a long shower, cleaning off the grime from the trail. Though I couldn't see anything, I felt like I was covered in sweat and dust. The hot water helped to clear my mind.

It was while I was shaving my legs in the shower that I noticed that the pinkish marks I’d shown Bill just a couple of hours earlier, all that had been left from the snake bite at the time, had disappeared. My skin no longer bore any trace of the event that I knew would change my life forever. I had mixed feelings about it, a part of me thought there should be some kind of physical mark left after such a life-altering event, but another part was just glad not to be reminded of it every time I saw the marks.

I went to bed early, completely exhausted. I quickly fell asleep, but my sleep was restless. I dreamt of snakes, wolves, and snakes that turned into wolves and spoke to me. I woke several times trying to escape the disturbing dreams among other things. More than once I could have sworn I heard something, things that I knew I couldn't possibly be hearing. Voices, conversations in the apartments surrounding mine, footsteps in the gravel that surrounded my building two floors down from my apartment. Each time something woke me I would hold still and listen closely for a moment, trying to hear the sound again, but heard nothing. It was like the sounds kept disappearing. I told myself I was imagining things and after a while I just ignored whatever noise had woken me and rolled over and went back to sleep.

Despite having gotten into bed early, I ended up sleeping late the next morning. The restless night left me groggy but not particularly tired. I got up and started moving around late that morning, but I wasn't really thinking about what I was doing. I was planning to meet my friend Isabel for lunch and then together we were going to go shopping. I wanted to look for some new boots to go with the shorts I planned to wear dancing that night. My mind was on my plans for the day and what shops I wanted to check for the boots I had in mind, as they might be difficult to find in the area.

Absently, I reached into the cabinet and grabbed a glass, I was filling it with water in the sink when it shattered in my hand, splattering water and glass all over the sink and leaving a small shard of glass embedded in the meaty part of my palm at the base of my thumb. All thoughts of shopping gone, I gingerly pulled the tiny piece glass free and dropped it into the sink with the rest of the pieces of the glass. I stuck my hand under faucet and used the still running water to wash the excess blood away from the cut so I could see exactly how bad it was.

I wondered briefly if this was something that I could deal with myself or if I needed to call someone for help. What I could see of the wound told me that the cut wasn't large, but it did appear to be fairly deep, and it was bleeding quite a bit, though not spurting. I decided to try applying pressure to the wound and see if the bleeding stopped, if it didn’t, I'd call someone. I pulled a clean napkin from the drawer next to the sink and wet it, so I could check the wound without pulling any forming scab away, and covered the cut. I pressed my hands tightly together, using that pressure to try to stop the bleeding. Using my elbow, I slide one of the chairs away from my small dining table and I sat down and waited.

After two or three minutes I gingerly lifted the corner of the cloth off my palm. Turning my hand until the light hit it, I about fell out of my seat when I realized that not only had the bleeding stopped, but there was no longer any sign of the cut. Unable to believe what I was seeing I went to the sink, washed the quickly drying blood from my hands and checked again. Sure enough, there was no sign at all of where the glass had cut me. I went into my bedroom where I had plugged in my PCD when I unpacked my backpack the night before and I called Bill.

I heard the line ringing on the other end and hoped he would answer. A wave of relief washed over me when I heard the deep rumbling "Hello?" on the other end. My knees sagged and I sat on the edge of my bed while I spoke.

"Bill? It's Nickie." I heard a slight tremble in my own voice

"Hello Nickie. How are you doing this morning?"

"Honestly, I'm a little freaked out right now..."

"Oh? What's happened?"

"I accidentally broke a glass this morning, apparently I just squeezed it too hard."

"I should have warned you about that, I hope you weren't hurt."

"Well, that's kinda the thing. I was, but I'm not," I was on the verge of rambling, but I managed to keep from blurting out everything running through my mind.

"All right…care to elaborate?" His voice was calm but concerned.

I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm myself.

"What I mean is I had a shard of glass stuck in my hand. I pulled it out and ran water over it to see how bad the cut was, just as I normally would have. The cut didn't look too bad, no more than half an inch long but I could tell it was deep, so I put pressure on it to stop the bleeding, again like I normally would have. This is where it gets weird. I only held the pressure on it for a little bit, maybe, two or three minutes and when I lifted the cloth to check on the bleeding, the cut was gone. Like it had never happened. I might have thought I had imagined it, except there was still blood all over my hand and on the cloth. Am I losing my mind?"

"Not at all, small wounds heal quickly for most of us, but for it to be gone that quickly, it could mean that you'll be a fast healer, which can be both good and bad."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean that it'll take a lot to hurt you seriously, which is good. But it can also put the secret of the Kitsune at risk. If a human sees a wound or injury and then hours or days later it’s gone, the secret could get out. Which, I’m sure you realize, wouldn’t be good."

"I see...is there someone I should see about this?"

"No, just continue as usual, but try to remember not to handle breakable things for a few days. Have you noticed anything else?"

"I would swear I was hearing things last night, it woke me several times, but I thought it was just my imagination..."

"What kind of things?"

"People talking inside my neighbor’s apartments, the gravel in the courtyard crunching under someone's foot, but my apartment is on the third floor. There is no way I could actually be hearing those things."

"Actually, you probably were hearing them. Your hearing is starting to adjust. Eventually, your hearing will be much closer to a wolf's hearing than a human’s.

“I didn't even think about your living in an apartment. You're now discovering why few of the Kindred live in apartments if they can help it. It's really hard to keep from hearing things you'd really prefer not to hear.

“You broke the glass because it appears that you're gaining strength already as well. Kindred tend to be much stronger than the average person, and it will take some adjustment to get used to. I’d suggest that you see if you can take some time off work, a week or two would probably do. At least until you get used to your strength and hearing. You don't want to call attention to yourself by breaking things or commenting on conversations you shouldn't be able to hear."

"I don't really see any other option, so I guess I'll go in first thing Monday morning and ask for some time off. We don't have anything big on the schedule for the next week or two so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Good, if you get the time, come on over here when you leave the office and we'll talk about how things are going, and if you can’t get the time, just call and let me know."

"Will do. Thanks for answering all my ditsy newbie questions."

"Not a problem. I'm really glad you're handling this so well."

"Well, what are my options? Go crazy? Have a nervous breakdown?" I laughed.

"Pretty much."

"No thanks. Not my style. Oh, I was gonna ask. Should the snake bite have healed completely already?"

"You mean to a scar?"

"No, not even a scar, it's totally gone."

"Hmm, it's a little faster than I had expected, but not unheard of."

"So nothing's wrong then?"

"No. Not with the healing, or anything else that I’m aware of. Just be careful handling breakable objects for a while, until you learn to control your growing strength."

"I will. I guess I'll talk to you later then, Bye."

"Bye," Bill said, and I hit the end button to disconnect the call before I set down my PCD and went to clean up the mess I’d left in the sink.

I met Izzy at a local Mexican restaurant for lunch. It was one of those little mom and pop restaurants you can find pretty much anywhere in the southwest. It had a generic decor of walls painted a burnt orange color, and sombreros, ponchos and guitars hanging on the walls, along with a few of the mandatory desert scene paintings scattered around the place. The decor may have been a bit cliche but the food was some of the best of its kind in town. Izzy and I usually take turns picking where we eat, when we have the time to get together, and this was one of her favorite places.

I'd already been seated at a table and was busy perusing a menu, trying to decide what I wanted to eat when she arrived, a few minutes late, as usual. As Izzy moved around me and sat down in the booth seat across from me I noticed that she carried the scent of warm chocolate with her. I wondered for a moment why she would eat chocolate before lunch, but quickly dismissed the thought.

"Hey, Girl, how've you been?" I asked, laying my menu against the table between us.

"Good, busy as ever. You?" She smiled.

"You know me. Work, play, family, it never ends." I wanted badly to share the most recent events but knew I couldn’t.

"Speaking of family, how's that sexy brother of yours? Still single?" She wiggled her brows at me.

"You must be thinking of some other friend. I don't have any sexy brothers, just annoying ones," I pretended ignorance but knowing what she was doing. Raine is just a year older than we are and Izzy has been drooling over him since we were teenagers.

"You know exactly who I mean, Missy." She gave me a mock scowl.

"Raine's good. As far as I know he's not dating anyone but that could just mean he's not serious, or that he doesn't want to be teased about it." I knew he wasn’t interested in Izzy, but I didn’t know how to tell her it was a lost cause.

"I don't know how the six of you manage to tease and torment each other the way you do and keep from being angry at each other all the time."

"We know it's all in fun. The teasing and laughter is how we bonded as kids, making the new kid laugh by picking at the others was a game with us. I'm sure it drove Mom crazy some days but it's part of who we are."

"You're family still amazes me. Not just the six kids, but four of you adopted, and to have a group like that as tight as you are. It's really amazing." The scent of chilies caught my attention as Izzy spoke, but I ignored it while I paid attention to our conversation.

"We've all been really lucky. But how's your family? Your mom, how's she doing?"

The young, blond waitress came to take our orders. I caught a hint of caramel in the air as I ordered an enchilada plate. After Izzy chose the chimichanga, enchilada style the waitress left us alone again.

"She's had a hard time since Dad passed away. I mean, we knew it was coming, but now she's alone in the house and it's really hard for her. I'm trying to convince her to take a trip, maybe go visit Aunt Inez in Texas. If I can get her to leave, then my sister and I can get in there and box up Dad's stuff, and I think that might help her. His clothes still hang in the closet next to hers because she just can't handle boxing them up."

As Izzy spoke of her father's passing away and how her mother was handling it I caught an unfamiliar scent, one that I couldn't place. Something about the strange scent caused an echo of her sadness to run through me.

"That has to be hard. I can't imagine having to go through that."

"It definitely hasn't been easy, but I think if we can get some of his stuff out of the house she might be able to move on."

"Won't she get more upset when she comes back and finds it all gone?"

"She might be a little, but she's been saying that she needs to clean out the closet, she just can't bear to do it. I can't imagine how hard it must be for her to see his clothes every day and to have that reminder that he's not coming back. His recliner in the living room next hers, now forever empty. And we're not going to get rid of anything right away, just box it up and put it in storage."

"I think that's a good idea. Give her some time to heal with it out of sight, then she can decide what she wants to do with it all."

"Yeah, well, we have to convince her to take the trip first, and that's proving not to be as easy as I had hoped."

"Have you considered calling your aunt and having her call your mom and asking her to come out and help with something?"

"That hadn't occurred to me. I'll have to call Aunt Inez and see if we can come up with something."

The waitress appeared beside the table carrying our plates, she set them down in front of us and my nose was assaulted with the odors of the beef and beans, the spices in the rice and the chilies in the sauce. I couldn't speak for a moment because of the sensory overload. I picked up my plastic cup of iced tea and took a long drink to cover my distress.