Night World 1 (39 page)

“It's a date, then.” He still looked so happy. “And, Thea?” He said the name shyly, as if almost afraid to use it. “Maybe—maybe we could do something else sometime. I mean, we could go out, or you could come over to my house….”

“Uh…” The yemonja smell was
really
making her dizzy. “Uh…well, this week—I'm trying to get adjusted to the new school and all. But maybe later.”

“Okay. Later.” His smile was unexpected, astonishing. It transformed his face, turning the sweet, serious shyness into charismatic radiance. “If there's any way I can help, just ask.”

Why, he's handsome, Thea thought. She felt a sort of tug at her insides, like a bird being charmed out of a tree. She hadn't realized how attractive he was, or how the gray flecks in his eyes seemed to catch sunlight….

Stop that! she told herself abruptly. This is
business,
and he's
vermin.
She felt a flush of shame at using the word, even in thought. But she had to do something. Without meaning to, she'd moved closer to him, so she was looking up into his face. Now they were only inches apart and she was feeling distinctly giddy.

“I have to go—
now.
I'll see you later,” she murmured, and made herself back up.

“Later,” he said. He was still glowing.

Thea fled.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, she tried to ignore him. Avoided him in the halls, acting as busy as possible. He seemed to understand, and didn't chase her down. She just wished he wouldn't look so dreamy and
happy
all the time.

And then there was Blaise. Blaise already had a couple of husky football players who followed her everywhere, Buck and Duane—but neither of them was invited to the dance. Blaise had a unique method of choosing a partner. She told them all to go away.

“You don't want me,” she said to a gorgeous Asian-American guy with one earring.

It was lunch break on Thursday, and the witches had a whole table to themselves: Vivienne and Selene with Blaise on one side; Dani with Thea on the other. The gorgeous guy had one knee on a chair and was looking very nervous.

“You can't afford me, Kevin. I'll ruin you. Better get out of here,” Blaise said, all the while looking up with sleeping fire in her gray eyes.

Kevin shifted. “But I'm rich.” He said it simply, without affectation.

“I'm not talking about money,” Blaise said. She gave a deprecating smile. “And anyway, I don't think you're really interested.”

“Are you kidding? I'm crazy about you. Every time I see you…I don't know; it just makes me crazy.”

He glanced at the other girls and Thea knew he was uncomfortable at having an audience. But not uncomfortable enough to stop talking. “I'd do anything for you.”

“No, I don't think so.” Blaise was toying with a ring on her left index finger.

“What's that?” Vivienne interjected nonchalantly.

“Hm? Oh, just a little diamond,” Blaise said. She held out her hand and light scintillated. “Stuart MacReady gave it to me this morning.”

Kevin shifted again. “I can buy you dozens of rings.”

Thea felt sorry for him. He seemed like an okay guy, and she'd heard him talk about wanting to be a musician. But she knew from long experience that it wouldn't do any good to tell him to get out of here. It would only make him more stubborn.

“But I wouldn't want a ring from you,” Blaise was saying in a soft, chiding voice. “Stuart gave this to me because it was the only memento he had of his mom. It meant everything to him—so he wanted me to have it.”

“I'd do the same thing,” Kevin said.

Blaise just shook her head. “I don't think so.”

“Yes, I would.”

“No. The thing that means the most to you is your car, and you'd never give that up.”

Thea had seen the car. It was a silver-gray Porsche. Kevin lovingly touched it up with a chamois in the school parking lot every morning.

Now Kevin looked confused. “But—that car's not really mine. It belongs to my parents. They just let me use it.”

Blaise nodded understandingly. “You see? I told you you wouldn't. Now, why don't you go away like a good boy?”

Kevin seemed to collapse internally. He stared at Blaise pleadingly, not making a move to go away. At last Blaise tilted her head at the football flunkies.

“C'mon, man,” one flunky—Thea thought it was Duane—said. They took Kevin by the shoulders and propelled him away. Kevin kept looking back.

Blaise dusted her fingers off briskly.

Selene pushed back pale hair and drawled, “Think he'll cough up the car?”

“Well…” Blaise smiled. “Let's just say I think I'll have transportation to the dance. Of course, I'm still not sure who I'm taking….”

Thea got up. Dani had sat silently through lunch, and now she was watching Blaise, her velvety dark eyes half horrified and half admiring.

“I'm getting out of here,” Thea said significantly, and was relieved when Dani stopped staring at Blaise and stood up.

“Oh, by the way,” Blaise said, picking up her backpack, “I forgot to give you this.” She handed Thea a small vial, the size that perfume samples came in.

“What's it for?”

“For the dance. You know, to put the boys' blood in.”

“
W
hat?”
Thea said. This was something she
could
speak out about. “Blaise, are you out of your mind?”

“I hope you're not saying you don't want to do spells,” Blaise said dangerously. “That's part of it, you know.”

“I'm saying there's no way we can get enough blood to fill
this
without them noticing. What are we going to tell them? ‘I just want a little to remember you by?'”

“Use your ingenuity,” Vivienne said musically, twining a red-gold strand of hair around her fingers.

“In a pinch we could always use the Cup of Lethe,” Blaise added calmly. “Then no matter what we do, they won't remember.”

Thea nearly fell over. What Blaise was suggesting was like using a nuclear bomb to swat a fly. “You
are
crazy,” she said quietly. “You know that maidens aren't allowed to use that kind of spell, and we probably won't even be able to use it when we're mothers, and probably not even when we're
crones.
That's stuff for the
elders.
” She stared at Blaise until the gray eyes dropped.

“I don't believe in classifying some spells as forbidden,” Blaise said loftily, but she didn't look back at Thea and she didn't pursue the subject.

As she and Dani left the patio, Thea noticed that Dani had taken one of the small vials.

“Are you going to the dance?”

“I guess so.” Dani shrugged lithe shoulders. “John Finkelstein from our world lit class asked me a couple weeks ago. I've never been to one of
their
dances before—but maybe this is the time to start.”

Now what did
that
mean? Thea felt uneasy. “And you're planning to put a spell on him?”

“You mean this?” She twisted the vial in her fingers. “I don't know. I figured I'd take it just in case….” She looked up at Thea defensively. “You took one for Eric.”

Thea hesitated. She hadn't talked to Dani about Eric yet. Part of her wanted to and part of her was scared. What did Dani really think of Outsiders, anyway?

“After all,” Dani said, her sweet face tranquil, “they're only humans.”

Saturday night Thea took a dress out of the closet. It was pale green—so pale that it almost looked white—and designed along Grecian lines. Witch clothes had to feel good as well as look good, and this dress was soft and lightweight, swirling beautifully when she turned.

Blaise wasn't wearing a dress. She was wearing a tuxedo. It had a red silk bow tie and cummerbund and it looked fantastic on her.

This is probably going to be the only dance in history where the most popular girl has on cuff links, Thea thought.

Eric arrived right on time. He knocked at the front door of the shop, the door that only Outsiders used. Night People came around back, to a door that was unmarked except for what looked like a bit of graffiti—a spray-painted black dahlia.

Okay, Thea thought. She took a deep breath before she unlocked the door and let him in.

This is business, business, business….

But the first moment wasn't as awkward as she'd feared. He smiled and held out a corsage of white orchids. She smiled and took it. Then she said, “You look nice.”

His suit was pale fatigue brown, loose and comfortable looking. “Me?
You
look nice. I mean—you look wonderful. That color makes your hair look just like gold.” Then he glanced down at himself apologetically. “I don't go to many dances, I'm afraid.”

“Don't you?” She'd heard girls talking about him at school. It seemed as if everyone liked him, wanted to get close to him.

“No, I'm usually pretty busy. You know, working, playing sports.” He added more softly, “And I have a hard time thinking of things to say around girls.”

Funny, you never seem to have a problem around
me,
Thea thought. She saw him looking the shop over.

“It's my grandmother's store. She sells all kinds of things here, from all around the world.” She watched him closely. This was an important test. If he—a human—believed in this stuff, he was either a New Age geek or dangerously close to the truth.

“It's cool,” he said, and she was happy to see that he was lying. “I mean,” he said, obviously struggling to find a polite way to praise the voodoo dolls and wand crystals, “I think people can really affect their bodies by changing their state of mind.”

You don't know how right you are, Thea thought.

There was a clack of high heels on wood, and Blaise came down the stairs. Her shoes appeared first, then her fitted trouser legs, then all the curves, emphasized here and there with brilliant red silk. Finally came her shoulders and head, her midnight hair half up and half down, framing her face in stormy dark curls.

Thea glanced sideways at Eric.

He was smiling at Blaise, but not in the goofy, dying-sheep way other guys smiled. His was just a genuine grin.

“Hi, Blaise,” he said. “Going to the dance? We can take you if you need a lift.”

Blaise stopped dead. Then she gave him a blistering glare. “Thank you, I have my own date. I'm just going to pick him up now.”

On the way to the door, she looked hard at Thea. “You do have everything you need for tonight—don't you?”

The vial was in Thea's pale green clutch purse. Thea still didn't know how she could possibly get it filled, but she nodded tightly.

“Good.” Blaise swept out and got into a silver-gray Porsche that was parked at the curb. Kevin's car. But, as Thea knew, she wasn't going to pick up Kevin.

“I think I made her mad,” Eric said.

“Don't worry. Blaise likes being mad. Should we go now?”

Business, business, business, Thea chanted to herself as they walked into the school cafeteria. It had been completely transformed from its daytime identity. The lights and music were oddly thrilling and the whirl of color out on the dance floor was strangely inviting.

I'm not here to have fun, Thea told herself again. But her blood seemed to be sparkling. She saw Eric glance at her conspiratorially and she could almost feel what he was feeling—as if they were two kids standing hand in hand at the edge of some incredible carnival.

“Uh, I should tell you,” Eric said. “I can't really
dance—
except for slow ones.”

Oh, great. But of course this was what she was here to do. To put on a show of romancing Eric for Blaise.

A slow song was starting that minute. Thea shut her eyes briefly and resigned herself to fate—which didn't seem all
that
awful as she and Eric stepped out onto the floor.

Terpsichore, Muse of the Dance, help me not make a fool of myself. She'd never been so close to a human boy, and she'd never tried to dance to human music. But Eric didn't seem to notice her lack of experience.

“You know, I can't believe this,” he said. His arms were around her lightly, almost reverently. As if he were afraid she'd break if he held her too hard.

“What can't you believe?”

“Well…” He shook his head. “Everything, I guess. That I'm here with you. And that it all feels so easy. And that you always
smell
so good.”

Thea laughed in spite of herself. “I didn't use any yemonja this time—” she began, and then she almost bit her tongue. Adrenaline washed over her in a wave of painful tingles.

Was she crazy? She was blurting out
spell ingredients,
for Earth's sake. He was too easy to talk to, that was the problem. Every so often she'd forget he wasn't a witch.

“You okay?” he said as her silence stretched on. His voice was concerned.

No, I am not okay. I've got Blaise on one side and the laws of the Night World on the other, and they're both out to get me. And I don't even know if you're worth it….

“Can I ask you something?” she said abruptly. “Why did you knock me out of the way of that snake?”

“Huh? It was in a striking coil. You could have got bit.”

“But so could you.” So
did
you.

He frowned as if stricken by one of those unsolvable mysteries of life. “Yeah…but that didn't seem so bad somehow. I suppose that sounds stupid.”

Thea didn't know how to answer. And she was suddenly in terrible conflict about what to do. Her body seemed to want her to lean her head against Eric's shoulder, but her mind was yelling in alarm at the very thought.

At that moment she heard loud voices at the edge of the dance floor.

“Get out of the way,” a guy in a blue jacket was saying. “She smiled at me, and I'm going over there.”

“It was
me
she was smiling at, you jerk,” a guy in a gray jacket snapped back. “So just back off and let me go.”

Expletives. “It was me, and you'd better get out of the way.”

More expletives. “It was me, and you'd better let go.”

A fistfight started. Chaperones came running.

Guess who's here? Thea asked herself. She had no trouble at all locating Blaise. The red-trimmed tuxedo was surrounded by a ring of guys, which was surrounded by a ring of abandoned and angry girls.

“Maybe we should go over and say hi,” Thea said. She wanted to warn Blaise about starting a riot.

“Okay. She sure is popular, isn't she?”

They managed to worm their way through the encircling crowd. Blaise was in her element, glorying in the adulation and confusion.

“I waited for an hour and a half, but you never showed up,” a very pale Kevin was saying to her. He was wearing an immaculate white silk shirt and exquisitely tailored black pants. His eyes were hollow.

“Maybe you gave me the wrong address,” Blaise said thoughtfully. “I couldn't find your house.” She had her hand tucked into the arm of a very tall guy with shoulder-length blond hair, who looked as if he worked out four or five hours a day. “Anyway, you want to dance?”

Kevin looked at the blond guy, who looked back impassively, his cleft chin rock hard.

“Don't mind Sergio,” Blaise said. “He was just keeping me company. Do you
not
want to dance?”

Kevin's eyes fell. “Well, yeah, of course I want to….”

As Blaise detached herself from Sergio, Thea leaned forward. “You'd better not do anything too public,” she hissed in her cousin's ear. “There's already been one fight.”

Blaise just gave her an amused glance and took Kevin's arm. Most of the boys followed her, and with the crowd gone, Thea saw Dani at a small table. She was wearing a sparkling gold dress and she was alone.

“Let's go sit,” Eric said, before Thea could even get a word out. She threw him a grateful look.

“Where's John?” Thea asked as they pulled chairs to the table.

Dani nodded toward the pack following Blaise.

“I don't mind, though,” she said, sipping a cup of punch philosophically. “He was kind of boring. I don't know about all this dance stuff.”

Thea knew she meant it was different from Circle dances, where everyone was in harmony and there was no pairing off. You danced with the elements and with everybody else, all one big interconnected whole.

Eric volunteered to get more punch.

“How's it going with him?” Dani asked in a low voice when he was gone. Her velvety dark eyes searched Thea's curiously.

“Everything's okay so far,” Thea said evasively. Then she looked out toward the dance floor. “I see Viv and Selene are here.”

“Yeah. I think Vivienne already got her blood. She stabbed Tyrone with her corsage pin.”

“How clever,” Thea said. Vivienne was wearing a black dress that made her hair look like flame, and Selene was in deep violet that showed off her blondness. They both seemed to be having a wonderful time.

Dani yawned. “I think I'll probably go home early—” she began, and then she broke off.

Some kind of a disturbance had begun on the other side of the room, in front of the main entrance. People were scuffling. At first, Thea thought it was just another minor fracas over Blaise—but then a figure came staggering out under the lights of the dance floor.

“I want to
know,
” the voice said in dissonant tones that rose over the music. “I want to
knoooow.
”

The band stopped. People turned. Something about the voice made them do that. It was so obviously abnormal, the cadence wrong even for somebody who was drunk. This was someone who was
disturbed.