Cherry Stem (4 page)

He jumped away from me, knocked over a lamp that looked too expensive to be on such a tiny table, and fell on his ass.

I snatched my hand back and held it to my chest before closing the door again. “Let me stay in here until sundown,” I yelled. “I promise I’ll leave as soon as possible and you’ll never have to see me again.” This time I was lying. He would see me one more time, so I could return his state of blissful ignorance by taking away his memory of the last few hours.

Nothing.

I listened. Surely I’d have caught the sound of feet running to the nearest exit. Unless he’d hit his head when he fell…

I was about to open the door again when he said, “So it’s Bram Stoker more than Stephenie Meyer?”

I couldn’t contain a very eloquent, “Huh?”

“Your hand.” As if that explained everything. “Stoker had the vampire thing down better than Meyer, right?” He sounded like he really wanted to know the answer.

Only a dead
and
buried person would have missed the buzz the latter’s works had caused, and the former was a legend. “Stoker’s definitely closer—I mean, sparkling? Seriously? Neither is completely right, though.”

“What is he wrong about?”

I sighed. I shouldn’t be telling him anything about my kind, but if I kept him talking, I could buy some time. He was a cop; his word had some gravity. If he decided to start telling people about me, someone might give him the benefit of a doubt and check his story out. I couldn’t have that. I could let him in the basement with me since I was no longer keeping my nature a secret, but I doubted he’d want to share a confined space with me now that he knew what I was, and I didn’t want to compel him more than I absolutely had to. Still, I had to keep him within reach until I could wipe him, and the best way I saw to do that was to convince him I wasn’t a monster. I could stall till sunset, leave the basement, and wipe his memories of me with the least amount of trouble.

Plus I hadn’t really
talked
to someone in a long while.

“Um, where to start? We don’t turn into wolves, bats, or mist—not to my knowledge—and we don’t have a thing against God or anything religion related.”

His gasp pissed me off. Here I was, trying to keep things between us civil, and he was upset one of the ways of hurting me was off the table. “Yeah, you can’t use a cross on me,” I said, tongue dripping venom—not literally; we don’t do that either. “Pity, huh?”

“Don’t be stupid,” he said, adding to my ire. “Vampires seem to be repelled by crosses in most books and movies. I was surprised that, of all things, the religion part is a lie.”

Were we really having a theoretical discussion about my vampireness? I shrugged it off and picked at the scab that was forming on my foot. “And we don’t feel compelled to follow the orders of any head vamp.” I thought that over again. “Well, there’s a council that issues laws, but they don’t micromanage.”

“Hmmm.” Typical can’t-think-of-anything-to-say reaction.

“Yeah…” Typical reaction to can’t-think-of-anything-to-say reaction.

Five, ten,
twenty
seconds went by, and then he said, “Do you kill people?”

“No.”

“But don’t you—”

“I’ve never taken a life.”

I’d expected some expression of relief on his part, but he just shot his next question. It wasn’t an easy one. “Do you have mind-control powers?”

Unfortunately our superhuman speed does not include speed of thought. I could hear the wheels in my head turn as I tried to find the best, safest way to respond.

I must have taken too long, because his next words came out in a high-pitched voice I couldn’t quite associate with his husky tones until then. “Did you…
hypnotize
me? Is that why I brought someone I thought was a prostitute to my mother’s?”

He really had no sense of danger; I could snap his neck, and if he kept accusing me of things, I probably would.

I’ve never used my mojo to get a guy to take me home. I’ve never needed to do more than swish my hips and smile lasciviously, or stretch and let my boobs do the flirting. His gall was incredible!

“No,
Einstein
. That was all you, wanting to
talk
! I didn’t need thrall to get into your pants.”

“How do I know you’re being honest with me?”

I couldn’t believe we were having such a stupid dialogue. He couldn’t know. And I had no reason to keep being honest. The only reason I had was because—well—being me got lonely from time to time, and since we were talking anyway, I wanted to be real. “Because if I’d used thrall, we wouldn’t be talking about it at all.”

“But you bit me.” There went the upper hand. I’d lost it. Buh-bye, upper hand!

Begrudgingly I muttered, “Yes. Had to feed.” Why was I hanging my head? I really did have to feed! “I tried not to hurt you.” That was the closest thing to an apology any of my…donors had ever gotten.

“You didn’t.” His voice lost some of its edge. “I thought it was just a”—he cleared his throat—“an expression of passion.”

I ghosted my fingers over the door in the wish-it-were-my-guy-instead-of-the-wooden-surface rom-com way. For a second, I allowed myself to believe he wanted it to be just that, and maybe I’d get a chance for a do-over.

“But I was just a snack!”

I got defensive, even though his tone hadn’t been angry. “I
chose
you, okay? I
slept
with you!” I jabbed the air with my index finger, like he could see me. “I don’t fucking
do
that!” I barely resisted punching the wall to stress my point.

“Am I going to become like you now?”

“No.” Maybe I should just open the door and use my mind trick after all. Nothing else seemed likely to get him off that interrogation line.

“How do I know that?”

Again with the stupid questions. “It doesn’t work like that. There’s more to turning someone, and I’m not allowed to do that, anyway.”

“Why?”

I didn’t have to keep answering him but decided to stick with it. “I was the last person to be turned before the new regime banned turning altogether.” I was also the reason for the banning, since the asshole who turned me didn’t realize I was sort of recognizable
and
had a family, unlike most people chosen for turning, so there was the possibility my resurrection wouldn’t go unnoticed.

“You’re the youngest vampire?” I heard him take a couple of deep breaths. “When were you made?”

“
Turned
,” I said. “Six years ago.”

“That makes you what? Thirty?”

“No.” I added
dumbass
in my head. “It makes me twenty-four, forever.”

I don’t know if he was about to make a brilliant comeback, because I caught a buzzing sound, and soon he was on the phone. I didn’t bother listening to
both
sides of the conversation—it’s good that we can tune our senses up or down depending on our needs, or the abundance of stimuli would drive every last one of us crazy. My relief when I heard him say, “I’m coming over now,” was indescribable.

He hung up and told me he had to go see a contact and then run by the police station. I found the fact that he explained both odd and endearing.

“I shouldn’t trust you with the place,” he said with a sigh, “but I guess I don’t have a choice.”

My day had just gotten better, except for one thing. “Will you tell people about me?” I hated how small and worried my voice sounded.

“Of course I will. Nothing says ‘captain material’ more than a cop claiming he has a vampire locked in his basement.”

“You know, you were a lot nicer before I put out.” That shut him up as expected, so I continued refusing to acknowledge the fact that his attitude had changed after my revelation and not after the sex.

Just before the front door slammed shut, I heard him mutter, “You better be here when I get back. This isn’t over.”

This
couldn’t have been
more
over, but I chose not to say anything. When he got home, I’d wipe him and fly out of there, never to be seen by Alex Marsden again.

Chapter Three

“You’ve been missing for six years.” That was the greeting Alex gave me when he returned to the house.

I could say
duh
or say nothing. I opted for the second. It had sure taken him long enough to get back. At least I’d taken a nap while he was gone. Nice of his mother to have a comfy sofa in the basement.

“I found your file, Cherry. Or should I call you—”

“No, you definitely
shouldn’t
call me that!” It was bad enough that he’d obviously found my real name out. I didn’t want to hear it again. It belonged to someone who’d died, who’d had a family and a future. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a little flattered that he’d searched for me, especially since it had to have been hard without his knowing my real name when he’d gone looking.

“Okay, but I don’t get why. It’s a nice na—”

“Never. I’m not her anymore. And how’d you find that file?”

“Looked for models who went missing six years ago. You don’t look like your picture.” Conversational tone, calm voice—maybe we were done with the drama for the day.

“I better not, if it’s the same picture my mom put in the paper when she was looking for me. I’ve lost seventeen pounds since that was taken.” I missed my mom every day that went by, and the thought of her brought tears to my eyes. I wiped at them furiously, mentally thanking God that sunset was near. I could feel it in my bones.

“I don’t know. I think you looked adorable. Blonde, green-eyed, round cheeks. The poster child for healthy upbringing.”

Alex sounded, dare I say it, flirty, but I couldn’t respond in kind. All I could think of was that I
had
been brought up perfectly, by loving parents who just wanted the best for me. I’d been a rebel, though, and had left home for a life in the big city. And now here I was, in the City of Angels, but with no life to talk about and no way of getting back to the people I loved without risking their lives.

The tears began flowing freely, and I couldn’t contain a sob.

“Cherry? Are you all right?” Concern colored his voice, and I wondered what had happened to bring that about. He’d seemed to despise me when he’d left the house hours earlier.

I sniffled. I wasn’t all right. Not even close. I was alone, and that wasn’t likely to change. “I miss my mom, okay? The big bad vampire misses her mom. And my dad…” My dad, who’d always supported me in everything, who acted as a peacekeeper when my mom and I had one of our stupid yelling matches over something menial, thought I was dead. I was only a couple of hours away from him, but I’d never again get one of his bear hugs. Unable to put my emotions into words, I thudded my head against the door.

“Can I—Is there some way I can help?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get over it.”

“Want to open the door? We can talk about it.” I heard him whisper, “I can hold you.”

It sounded so tempting that my hand was reaching for the knob when I thought better of it. I didn’t want him to make me feel better. I didn’t want to need him. Or anyone. I didn’t want to be weak and sad.

“Why do you care, anyway? I bet you just want me to open the door so you can see what vampire flambé looks like.” Under my breath but loud enough to make sure he heard, I added, “Jerk.”

“I’m not that attached to the door. I could break it in and watch you burn if that was what I wanted.”

Don’t be reasonable, for fuck’s sake; work with me
! “Then what? You want a second round? I’m a good lay, huh?” The words tasted bitter in my mouth. I knew I was being unfair and unreasonable, but I needed some distraction from my reality.

“I’m sorry,” he said, effectively silencing me. “I freaked out this morning. I was…scared, I guess. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. I’m so—”

“
I’m
sorry!” It was becoming a trend, him apologizing, and this time it felt wrong. He’d come back offering an olive branch, and I’d been nothing but bitchy. “And I’m sorry I bit you. I just don’t know of another way to stay alive; I need blood.” The truth, pure and simple.

“Did you only wanna fuck so you could feed?”

“I wanted to
have sex
with you because I liked you. I didn’t mean to spend the night, and I’m sorry I fell asleep.” I really was. I was even sorrier that spending the night in his arms had felt like the most
right
thing I’d ever done.

“You liked me?”

I snapped, thinking he was going after some ego stroking. “Yeah, I liked you. You’re hot. Satisfied?”

“You don’t anymore?”

I felt like screaming. What did he want from me? That morning I’d been something he couldn’t wait to get rid of, and now…

As if he’d read my thoughts, he said, “When I found your file, you became more real. You—you became once again the woman I’d spent the night with, not just a vampire.” Pause. “I liked you too. Still do.”

Ah crap. “Well, that’s a bummer.” We were not supposed to like each other. We were supposed to fight and yell. And I wasn’t supposed to want to kiss him again.

“Tell me about it. Hottest woman I’ve met in a while, and I don’t know if I can trust her not to eat me.” I could tell he wasn’t exactly joking.

His lack of trust, even though justified, stung. At least it solved my lust problem. I no longer thought about kissing him. He was attracted to me but he feared me, and because of that, nothing could happen between us again.

I was trying to find something to say to lighten the mood when the sound of wood breaking reached my ears.

“What was—”

“What the—” Whatever silenced the rest of Alex’s words made him grunt in pain.

I burst out of the basement without a second thought. All I could focus on was that I had to save Alex from whatever it was that had harmed him.

As he told me later, the sun had already been down when he’d returned. So much for vampire instincts. Go, me! At the time, however, I wasn’t thinking that I might be in danger—and just when my previous burns had healed.

A man in a black ski mask held Alex by the neck against the living room wall, his grasp not loosening at all despite Alex’s struggles. I ran toward them, but a second masked intruder flew into me just before I reached them.