The Knight Of The Rose (4 page)

“I find that really hard to believe.” I rolled my eyes.

“Well, what about you, Ara? Have you got a dress yet?” Alana asked.

“Actually, I thought you’d never ask.”

“Ooh, you do.” Emily squeaked. “Let’s see it, let’s see it!”

“Okay.” I bounced to my feet. “I’ll just be a sec.”

They both positioned themselves on my bed, anticipation alight in their eyes, and I bounded

into my wardrobe, stopping dead as I closed the door behind me.

What the hell is that?

My breath quickened, and as my eyes tr aced the zipper down a long white bag, my throat

constricted to the size of straw. Slowly, I tugged the zip downward and saw blue!

“Damn vampires!”

“What?” Emily called.

“Oh, ah, nothing. I just got bitten by a mozzie.” I sucked my finger, drawing away the mock-

irritation of a mosquito bite.

Alana and Emily laughed. “You sound so Aussie when you say that.”

“Well, I
am
Aussie.”

“Yeah, I know,” Emily called, “you just never sound it.”

“Well, they say practice makes perfect.” I looked back at the blue dress.

Those conspiring renegades! How dare they. And where is my green dress.

My breath stopped in a gasp at the sight of a soft, shimmering green fabric sticking out from

between my old purple sweater and my faded blue jeans.

So, David wants to play dirty?

Well, there’s no way I’m going to wear his dirty money, in any form.

I zipped up the bag and wedged it into a tight space near the wall. “There.” Dusting my hands

off seemed appropriate.

But, before I even stepped away, the sudden weight of guilt nearly forced my shoulders to the

ground. Would it be so bad—wearing the dress? I mean, what could it hurt? After all, David’s already

paid for it?

The dress and I stared at each other across the silent battleground of conscience.

It is a pretty dress, and I do love it.

I pulled it back out and hung it on the hook.

It can’t hurt just to try it on ag ain—see if it really is as perfect as I’ve been dreaming it was

all afternoon.

Without a second for my conscience to overreact, I unbuttoned my jeans, tore of my top and

bra, and crawled into the dress—leaving it on the hanger until I had my arms through, then unhitched

it from the hook and let it slide into place around the shape of my body.

It was hard to think I’d be telling him to return this when it felt so amazing on my skin. As I

reached around to tighten the satin bows at the back of the corset, I felt a cool touch on my wrist.

“Shh,” someone whispered; I spun around mid-gasp, and a tall, handsome vampire placed an

elegant finger to his lips. “Shh.”

“David, I—”

“Shh.” He smiled and nodded in the direction of the girls.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

Placing a hand on my shoulder, he turned me around and took the ribbons in his fingers. The

soft tickling on my skin as he twisted each one through the loops and tied them up made my knees go

weak. I rested a hand to the cold wall for support.

“All done,” he said, but as I tried to turn around, he held me in place by my shoulders.

“What’re you doing?”

“Shh.” Using the tip of his very cold finger, the vampire traced a line ever so slowly from the

base of my neck, all the way down my spine, and stopped between my shoulder blades, just under

where my bra would sit. “I’ve never seen this part of your body before.”

“David, you can’t just co me in here, touching me l ike that, and expect me to—” I turned

around, but my anger dissipated as the green in his eyes melted into liquid adoration.

“You look so beautiful in that dress, Ara.”

“I do?” I frayed my fingers down the diamantes on the bodice.

“A beauty, I fear—” he touched his chest, “—that is a perfection I do not deserve.”

Well, safe to say no one’s ever said that to me before.

He placed both hands in his back pockets and lowered his shoulders—shaking his head. My

frown broke into a grin. I just can’t resist the way he looks at me, with one eye squinting into a smile

and the other studying me so carefully, like he’s never seen me before. All I want now is to take off

this dress and tell the girls to go home.

“I love you, Ara.” David laughed and kissed my cheek. “I have to go.”

“Hurry up, Ara. What, are you still sewing the seams?” Emily joked.

“It’s a corset, Em. Good things take time.” I turned back to look at David, but as usual, he left

without saying goodbye—leaving me to find only emptiness.

I hope this doesn’t become a habit of his.

I drew a breath and quietened my heart, then stepped around the corner of the wardrobe to

show the girls my dress.

“Oh, my God!” Emily jumped up and ran to me. “Ara, you look like a princess.”

Alana shook her head, walking more slowly. “No way, she looks like an angel.”

“Look at th e way it sets off he r eyes. They’re bluer than the sky against that dress, Ara.”

Emily ruffled the layers of my skirt, then sighed. “I wish I could find a dress like this.”

“You will. Hey, why don’t we al l go shopping next week? We’ll find something just as

perfect for you,” I said.

Emily nodded eagerly. “I’m in.”

Alana cringed. “I’d rather not—I hate shopping.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, I mean, not hate it, but I’d rather do other things,” Alana said.

I shook my head. “I’m sure you and I are kindred spirits.”

“Perhaps.” She shrugged. “Except I have better taste in boys.”

As I turned away, chuckling softly, I caught my reflection in the window; the sky was dark,

and though the howling wind and the pattering rain outside made my stomach sink—for fear there

might be a storm on the way—I saw only a smile on the face of the dark-haired beauty in the glass.

She’s me, she’s really me. And she is beautiful. This dress is definitely better than the green

one. Once again, David has rescued me from myself.

“Oh, my God, Ara!” Emily grabbed the tag of the dress, her mouth gaping. “Was this dress

really a thousand dollars?”

Crud! My shoulders rolled forward. “Actually, yes. David bought it for me.”

“What?” Alana picked up the tag and flipped it over, searching for a sale price, I guess.

“He wanted me to feel special. I tried to stop him, but he did it anyway.” And now I can’t see

his face, I find it so much easier to be mad at him. He’s in so much trouble when I see him next.

Emily sat down on my bed, her ga ze distant, her hands folded into her lap. “I can’t believe it,

Ara. I never thought I’d see the day when David Knight fell in love.”

“Did you not think he was capable?” I asked.

“No. I’m sorry. I didn’ t. I was sure that, ten years from now, when we meet for our high

school reunion, he’d be America’s most eligible bachelor.”

She has no idea how right she is. Ten years from now, I’ll be so much older than him, and our

high-school-sweetheart-romance will have become something unclean, something wrong—more like

a gossip article for the tabloids than a love story.

He
will
be a bachelor. There is no other way.

“He might still be,” I added with a light giggle. “Just because we’re in love now, doesn’t

mean we’re gonna get married or anything.” Only, I know we would. If things were different. We

love each other enough to commit to a lifetime of being together, but I just can’t commit to an

eternity—and David can’t commit to a life.

“Are you serious?” Emily stood up. “He spends a thousand dollars on a dress, because he

wants you to feel
special
, and you’re not sure if you’re going to marry him?”

I sighed, feeling utterly defeated. I wished I could tell her the truth. She’d understand. She’d

be able to give me advice and take some of the burden of life and death decisions off my shoulders.

I wonder how mad David would be if I just let it slip out.

I opened my mouth and, as Alana sat down in my desk chair, the squeaky hinge woke me to

reality. I snapped my big gob shut.

Emily squinted as she studied my face. “There’s more to it, isn’t there?”

“More to what?” I shrugged casually and started untying my dress.

“Is it…are you still in love with Mike?”

“What? I never said I was in love with him.”

“Then, I don’t understand?”

How could anyone? David’s perfect. Why would I not want to marry him?

“What’s to understand, Em? Davi d and I —we’re in love, but we want diff erent things in

life.” I shrugged. “Eventually, we’ll have to go

our separate ways. We both know that. David

understands.”

Emily and Ala na exchanged glances. “Who ar e you tr ying to convince, Ara? Us, or

yourself?” Emily asked.

I held my dress in f ront of my chest, pull ed a shirt over my head and, once covered, stepped

out of the dress and threw it on the bed. “What does it matter? It’s not like
you’re
going to lose him,

Emily.” I laughed, trying to stop myself from falling onto her shoulder and crying.

Emily shook her head. “Ara, when David first came to the school, he was s o different. Not

the kind and sweet David you know now. He was cold, kind of stand-off-ish. All that changed about

a month before you came to the school—”

About the time I arrived at Dad’s.

“—He’s happy now,” Emily contin ued. “I’m just one of a hundred girls who was madl y in

love with David when he came here. I just don’t want to see him get hurt.” She stared at me, her eyes

round with concern. “Any one of us would give up everything to be David’s girl. You don’t know

how lucky you are.”

“I do. Actually.” I sighed, dropping my arms to my sides as I sat on the bed. “I hate that we

can’t be to gether. More than you know. But it isn’t my deci sion to make. Not really. There are

outside factors stopping us from being together.” Like the fact that David’s a vampire, and I won’t

kill people for a living.

“Why should it matter? When you love someone, you give up everything for that,” Emily

said. I’d never heard her speak like that—I didn’t know Emily went so deep. Everything she said

was true though, and it hurt. I’m ju st not brave enough to risk everything for love. My mother taught

me better than that—taught me to follow my head, because the heart can lead a girl down a path that

may destroy her life.

Granted, Mum never meant that literally, in the sense that I would bring my life to an end for

love. But being with David will absolutely lead to the end of my natural life. Well, okay, not in the

physical sense, because I’d still be breathing, but in the natural sense.

Ironically, by sta ying human—I am following the path that will lead to my eventual, yet

natural death.

Hm, complicated; I shook off my confusion. “It isn’t like I don’t want him, Em. Like I said, I

have no control over this.” And it kills me.

“Well.” Emily took my hand and sat beside me. “Just so you know…I’m your friend, too. I

mean, I care for David, but...but I’m here for you, Ara. Okay?”

“Thanks, Emily.” I squeezed her hand a little.

“It’ll be okay, anyway.” Emily shrugged. “Love always finds a way, right, Lani?”

Alana took a long breath. “I hope so—otherwise, what’s the point?”

I smiled softly. “Thanks guys.”

The quiet hum of restful breathing filled my room under the howling of the wind outside. I

laid awake, wishing I could put my bedside light on to illuminate the corners of my room and see

that there was no scary man hiding there.

I hugged my copy of Wuthering Heights to my chest and internally sent despise in waves of

anger to the mattress on the floor.

I should’ve told Emil y I hate scar y movies. I’m sure she would’ ve understood. She seems

nice like that. I wish I’d just told her.

My phone lit the roof green fo r a second; I flipped over and reached across the gap between

my bed and the side table, cautiously, in case the Bogey man reached up to gr ab my hand, then

tucked my arms back in quickly wi th my phone in hand. The message on the screen read:
call me if

you need me
.

I smiled and texted back:
Thanks, David.

But, it wasn’t him I wanted to call.

The green glow remained on my face and hands, and Emily stirred as the keypad bleeped

when I pinned in the digits of a familiar number. I know I should call my boyfriend, but right now, in

the darkness, surrounded by the fear of the storm ou tside, all I want is to hear the homelines s of

Mike’s familiar voice.

The eerie feeling of isolation slipped away while the ringer buzzed down the line. Pi ck up.

Come on, Mike. Please, pick up.

“Hey, beautiful? What’s up?” he asked in a chirpy voice. I forgot how great his voice was.

“Hey, Mike,” I whispered.

“What happened?” he asked quickly. “Are you okay, Ara?”

“Sleep over,” I said. “Watched a horror movie.”

“Oh, baby girl. Why do you do it? You know you can’t handle that kind of thing. What movie

was it?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m never sleeping again.”

“You will—you always do eventually.”

“Not for a few weeks, though.”

Mike laughed. “It’ll be all right. I’ll be there in a few days, then I’ll sleep by your closet door

and keep the monsters from coming out to get you.”

I chuckled a little. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Ha, yeah, I remember that night. How old were you then?”

“Um, fourteen, I think.”

“Well, I’m sending a hug through the phone for ya, okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered, actually feeling a little better with that thought.