Original Sin (20 page)

He sighs. “I have a place, in Vienna. You’ll be safe there, until I can move you to my home. Not a sole on earth knows where that is.”

He leans over toward me. I shift back in my seat away from him. With a slight exhalation of breath, he opens the glove box and pulls something out.

Handing me a passport, he says, “I think this should answer your question.”

I open the passport to see a small photo of me staring back. The one I gave him for my new passport. This actually looks better than the passport Craig had done for me. Not that I’m a passport expert, obviously, it just looks more authentic. Anyway, I’m guessing Zeff has a disposable amount of money to get the good passports.

I give him a surprised look. “So I’m free. I can leave. Just like that.” I open the wallet clasp on my purse, shove it inside and fasten the clasp back down. The click of it closing is oddly loud in the quiet car.

Zeff reaches forward and presses a button on the dash. The doors unlock. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t, but you’re not a prisoner here with me.”

I feel weird. I know I should be out of that door and running from him. Ultimately, he is still the bad guy, irrespective of what he says and claims to want. And a big part of me wants to run, ninety-eight percent of me, but there’s two percent which is still curious. And attached to him, I guess.

And that two percent is what is currently keeping me here, stalling.

“I’m sorry for what happecisg back. Thened back there,” he utters softly. So soft I feel his voice run over my skin like a warm summer’s breeze. It only furthers to impale me to this seat. “I didn’t know there were any vampires in town, or that they’d be looking for you. I don’t know how they found out about you. I killed the one vampire who did know. But I will find out how your existence is now public knowledge. I promise.”

He doesn’t have to say any more, I get his meaning perfectly, from the dark yet softly spoken implication.

“And you fought really great back there,” he adds, giving me a small, even smile. “Your training really paid off. The fighter in you is really starting to come out.”

I round on him. I can’t help it. I’m swinging between emotions like a monkey in a tree. “You’re proud, because you turned me into even more of a monster than I already am!”

I’m angry. No livid. It’s his fault I am what I am. And I hate him. I hate him for tricking me and lying to me. But mostly for making me care about him.

“No, I don’t! I only know the person you wanted me to know! You tricked me into liking you! You lied and I’m just–” I can’t breathe. I need air. I open the car door and fall out into the night.

I hear Zeff’s door open. “I know you don’t want to hear this right now Bunny, but you need to stay with me. I am the only one who can protect you.”

He moves around the car, but I inch back away from him. “If Elijah is here Bunny, then you are in serious danger. Just let me get you out of Italy, then you can go it alone if that’s what you want. You have my word.”

He shakes his head, enraging me further so I round it off with, “I hate you! I despise everything about you, everything you are and stand for, and I want you to leave me alone! I want you to get in your car and go! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

The angsty teenager in me is appearing, but right now I don’t care.

He opens his mouth to say something, then seemingly he changes his mind. He stares at me for a long moment. My whole body is shaking with anger but I don’t move my eyes from his depthless ones. Then without another word he turns from me, gets back in his car and drives away.

I glance down at my purse in my hand. The passport. Then it all just seems so very simple. And I’m running, without reserve, heading for the only place I’ve ever truly felt safe.

The place to find is within yourself.

Joseph Campbell

Chapter 20: Nathan

Tired, I push my key in the lock and let myself in the front door. I drop my holdall in the hallway. I’ll empty it later.

Scarlett’s upstairs listening to her annoying Emo music in her bedroom. Alex’s old room. I can hear Dad and Craig talking in the kitchen, so I head that way.

“Hey,” I mutter as I push the door open.

“Alright mate?” says Craig.

“You should have let me know you were coming back, I’d have pi

I take my jacket off, hanging it on the back, and drop my knackered arse into it.

“I didn’t want to drag you out. I just took a taxi.”

“You wouldn’t have been dragging me out.” There’s a notable edge to his voice. After a little silence, dad asks, “How have you been?”

It’s been a while since I last spoke to him.

“Fine,” I answer. Scratching my beard, I lean back in my chair and stretch my legs out under the table. “How have things been here?”

That’s his less than subtle way of asking where the hell I’ve been for the last two weeks, since we last spoke. I don’t mean to leave it so long between calls, or visits home for that matter. It’s just recently all days seem to bleed into one.

“Was the flight okay?” asks Craig. An obvious attempt to try and balance things. “Standard class seats are getting smaller I’m sure.”

“It was fine,” I reply.

They just didn’t have enough in-flight drinks.

“Or maybe I’m just getting bigger,” he quips, patting his stomach.

I don’t respond. I’m too busy glancing around the kitchen looking to see if there’s anything to drink on the side. There’s usually a bottle of Jack, or something out. But nope, nothing.

Knowing there’ll be a bottle in the drinks cupboard, I get up from my seat and meander over. I open the cupboard and heaven stares back at me. A bottle of Gentleman Jack. Dad only gets this is in for special occasions. I wonder what it is. Well, my homecoming counts for sure.

I reach in and pull the bottle out.

“I was saving that for your birthday,” dad says from across the room.

My eyes flicker to the calendar on the wall – 1
^st
March.

Fuck, it’s my birthday in four days. I didn’t even realise what the date was. I’ll be turning the grand old age of thirty. I definitely need a drink then.

“I’ll get another one in to replace it later,” I say. “Anyone want to join me?” I crack the bottle open. The smell hits me, and instantly I start to relax.

I lift the glass to my lips and take a mouthful of the good stuff, letting it glide down my throat. I take another couple of big gulps, top it back up and make my way back to my seat.

“When did you last sleep?” asks dad.

I know he disapproves of my day drinking, it’s written all over his face. What’s the difference between drinking in the morning over the evening, anyway? I don’t see the big deal. And really I couldn’t care less. Whatever gets me through the days.

I take another mouthful and put the glass down on the table.

“I caught a few hours on the plane.”

A lie. I only sleep when the alcohol puts me out; hence the drink now. There was no booze on the plane. I’m lying to him because I can’t be arsed to get into it.

I can just tell exactly in which direction this conversation is heading. I had this conversation with him a few months ago on the telephone. Or it’ll be a similar version of it, depending on the route it takes.

The signs - the way Craig and dad keep casting glances at each other. The weird atmosphere which has been here since I walked through the door. And the way dad keeps having subtle little digs at me.

I pick my glass up and take another drink. I roll the liquid around my mouth, warming it before swallowing. “Is that a suggestion or are you telling me?”

He leans forward, hands on the table, picks his Zippo lighter up and starts to turn it over in his hands. “Whichever one would work.” He starts to flick the lid on and off.

Click. Click. Click.

He stares at me. “Nate, it’s getting to the point of obsession now. You need to let go and stop wasting your life. You need to move forward.”

His words hit me square in the jaw. “That’s what you think, that I’m wasting my life? You think looking for Alex is a waiv ste of time?”

“No. You’re turning my words. I just think you’re searching for someone who clearly doesn’t want to be found.”

“So you’re happy to just leave her out there, alone – with those fuckers still looking for her?”

“No. I’m not happy about it. I love Alex like she’s one of my own and I want nothing more than to know where she is, and that’s she’s safe. But we can’t force this.”

He drops his lighter on the table with a thud. “Okay, let’s say you found her - then what? You’re gonna force her to come back home. I’m sorry to say it, son, but if she could be here she would be. You know why she left, so for God’s sake, respect her wishes and just let her go.”

A raw pain deep inside somewhere is starting to fracture. “I can’t.” I hear the break in my own voice. “Not while I know she’s still in danger, I just can’t leave her out there alone.”