Night World 1 (37 page)

Yum.

She leafed back to the beginning of the notebook.
Eric Ross, Honors Zoology I.

She shut the book.

Now how was she going to get it back to him?

Part of her mind worried about this through physics and her next class, computer applications. Part of it did what it always did at a new school, or any new gathering of humans: it watched and cataloged, keeping alert for danger, figuring out how to fit in. And part of it simply said, I didn't know they had a zoology class here.

The one question she
didn't
want to ask herself was what had happened out there in the desert? Whenever the thought came up, she pushed it away brusquely. It must have had something to do with her senses being too open after merging with the snake.

Anyway, it hadn't meant anything. It had been a weird one-time fluke.

In the main hallway at break, Blaise came rushing up, quick as a lioness despite the high heels.

“How's it going?” Thea said, as Blaise drew her into a temporarily deserted classroom.

Blaise just held out her hand. Thea fished in her pocket for the carnelian.

“You ruined the chain, you know,” Blaise said as she shook back midnight hair and examined the stone for damage. “And it was one I designed.”

“Sorry. I was in a hurry.”

“Yes, and
why
? What did you want with it?” Blaise didn't wait for a response. “You healed that boy, didn't you? I knew he got bitten. But he was
human.
”

“Reverence for life, remember?” Thea said. “‘An ye harm none, do as you will.” She didn't say it with much conviction.

“That doesn't mean humans. And what did he
think
?”

“Nothing. He didn't know I was healing him; he didn't even realize he got bitten.” It wasn't
exactly
a lie.

Blaise looked at her with smoky, suspicious gray eyes. Then she glanced heavenward and shook her head. “Now if you'd been using it to
heat
his blood, I'd understand. But maybe you were doing a little of that, too….”

“No, I was
not,
” Thea said. And despite the warmth that rose in her cheeks her voice was cold and sharp. The horror of that death vision was still with her. “In fact, I don't ever want to see him again,” she went on jaggedly, “and I told him so, but I've got his stupid
notebook,
and I don't know what to do with it.” She waved the notebook in Blaise's face.

“Oh.” Blaise considered, head on one side. “Well…
I'll
take it to him for you. I'll track him down somehow.”

“Would you?” Thea was startled. “That's really nice.”

“Yes, it is,” Blaise said. She took the notebook, handling it carefully, as if her nails were wet. “Okay, well, I'd better get to my next class. Algebra.” She made a face. “'Bye now.”

Suspicion struck as Thea watched her go.

Blaise wasn't usually so accommodating. And that “'bye now”…too sweet. She was up to something.

Thea followed the ruby of Blaise's shirt as Blaise went back into the main hallway, then turned without hesitation into a locker-lined corridor. There, searching through one of the lockers, was a lean figure with long legs and sandy hair.

Fastest tracking I've ever seen, Thea thought sourly. She peered around the Mediterranean-blue door of a broken locker.

Blaise walked up behind Eric very slowly, hips swaying. She put a hand on his back.

Eric jumped slightly, then turned around.

Blaise just stood there.

It was all she needed to do. Blaise reeled guys in just by
being.
It was the glorious dark hair, the smoldering gray eyes…plus a figure that could stop traffic on the freeway. Curves galore, and clothes that emphasized every one. On another girl it might have been too much, but on Blaise it was just breathtaking. Guys who thought they liked the waif look dropped everything to follow her just as fast as guys who thought they liked blonds.

Eric blinked at her, looking hazy already. He didn't seem to know what to say.

That wasn't unusual. Guys always got tongue-tied around Blaise.

“I'm Blaise Harman.” The voice was low and liquid. “And you're…Eric?”

Eric nodded, still blinking.

Yes, he's dazed all right, Thea thought. The
jerk.
She was surprised at her own vehemence.

“Good, because I wouldn't want to give this to the wrong person.” Blaise produced the notebook from behind her back like a magician.

“Oh—where'd you get that?” Eric looked relieved and grateful. “I've been looking everywhere.”

“My cousin gave it to me,” Blaise said carelessly. She held onto the notebook as he tried to take it, and their fingers touched. “Wait. You owe me something for bringing it back, don't you?”

Her voice was a purr. And now Thea knew, without a doubt, what was going to happen.

Eric was doomed.

D
one for, lost, a goner. Blaise had chosen him, and it was only a matter of how she was going to play him.

A parade of names marched through Thea's mind. Randy Marik. Jake Batista. Kristoffer Milton. Troy Sullivan. Daniel Xiong.

And now: Eric Ross.

But Eric was talking, sounding animated. “Your cousin? Is she that other new girl? Thea?”

“Yes. Now—”

“Look, do you know where she is? I really want to talk to her.” The hazy look descended again, and Eric stared into the distance. “She's just…I've never met anybody like her….”

Blaise let go of the notebook and stared.

From her hiding place, Thea stared too.

It had never happened before. This guy didn't even seem to
see
Blaise.

That was strange enough. But by the Blue Monkey-headed Goddess of Inquisitiveness, what Thea really wanted to know was why she herself felt so relieved by it.

A bell rang. Blaise was still standing there flabbergasted. Eric stuffed the notebook in his backpack.

“Could you just let her know I asked about her?”

“She doesn't
care
if you asked about her!” Blaise snapped, voice no longer honeyed. “She said very explicitly that she never wanted to see you again. And I'd watch out if I were you. Because she has a
temper.
” The last word was uttered in rising tones.

Eric looked slightly alarmed—and crestfallen. Thea saw his throat move as he swallowed. Then, without saying goodbye to Blaise, he turned and walked out the far side of the corridor.

Well, by the Red Crow-headed Thunderbolt Goddess.

Blaise turned around and stalked up the corridor in Thea's direction. Thea didn't even try to hide.

“So you saw all that. Well, I hope you're happy,” Blaise said waspishly.

Thea wasn't. She was confused. Strangely agitated—and
scared,
because the Cup of Death was still floating before her eyes.

“I guess we should both just leave him alone,” she said.

“Are you kidding? I'm going to
have
him,” Blaise said. “He's
mine.
Unless,” she added, eyes glittering, “you've already staked a claim.”

Thea floundered, shocked. “I…well, no…”

“Then he's mine. I like a challenge.” Blaise ran a hand through her hair, disordering the black waves. “Isn't it nice that Gran has so many love charms in the shop,” she mused.

“Blaise…” Thea had a hard time collecting her thoughts. “Don't you
remember
what Gran said? If there's any more trouble…”

“There isn't going to be any trouble for
us,
” Blaise said, her voice flat and positive. “Only for
him.
”

Thea walked to her next class feeling oddly empty.

Ignore it, she thought. There's nothing you can do.

She didn't see many Night People along the way to class. A young kid, probably a freshman, who looked like a shape-shifter; a teacher who had the hunting light of the lamia—the born vampires—in his eyes. No made vampires, no werewolves. No other witches.

Of course, she couldn't be certain. All the people of the Night World were masters of secrecy, of blending in, of passing unseen. They had to be. It was what allowed them to survive in a world where there were so many more humans…and where humans loved to kill anything different.

But when she was sitting in the world literature classroom, Thea noticed a girl in the next row.

The girl was small-boned and pretty, with thick eyelashes and hair as black and soft as soot. She had a heart-shaped face—and dimples. But what caught Thea's eye was the girl's hand, which was playing with a pin on the girl's blue-and-white-striped vest. A pin in the shape of a black flower.

A dahlia.

Thea immediately turned to a blank page in her notebook. While the teacher read a passage from the story
Rashomon,
Thea began drawing a black dahlia, tracing it over and over until it was large enough for the girl to see distinctly. When she raised her head, she saw the girl was looking at her.

The girl's lashes swept down as she looked at the drawing, then up again. She smiled at Thea and nodded slightly.

Thea smiled and nodded back.

After class, without any need to discuss it, Thea followed the girl to the front of the school. The girl looked around to make sure no one was in earshot, then turned to Thea with something like resigned wistfulness.

“Circle Midnight?” she said.

Thea shook her head. “Circle Twilight. Aren't you?”

The girl's face lit up with shy delight. Her eyes were dark and velvety. “Yes!” she said and rushed on, “But there are only two more of us—two seniors, I mean—and they're both Circle Midnight, and I was afraid to hope!” She thrust out her hand, dimpling. “I'm Dani Abforth.”

Thea felt her heart lighten. The girl's laughter was infectious. “Thea Harman. Unity.” It was the age-old greeting of the witches, the symbol of their harmony, their oneness.

“Unity,” Dani murmured. Then her eyes widened. “Harman? You're a Hearth-Woman? A daughter of Hellewise? Really?”

Thea laughed. “We're all daughters of Hellewise.”

“Yes, but—you know what I mean. You're a direct descendent. I'm honored.”

“Well, I'm honored, too. Abforth is ‘All-bringing-forth,' isn't it? That's a pretty impressive line itself.” Dani was still looking awed, so Thea said quickly, “My cousin's here, too—Blaise Harman. We're both new—but you must be, too. I've never seen you around Vegas before.”

“We moved in last month, just in time to start school,” Dani said. Her brow puckered. “But if
you're
new, what do you mean you haven't seen me around?”

Thea sighed. “Well, it's kind of complicated….”

A bell rang. Both she and Dani looked at the school building in frustration, then at each other.

“Meet me here at lunch?” Dani asked.

Thea nodded, asked which way her French class was, and then flew off toward the other side of the building.

She sat through her next two classes trying to actually listen to the teachers. She didn't know what else to do. She had to concentrate to keep the image of gray-flecked green eyes out of her mind.

At lunch, she found Dani sitting on the steps out front. Thea settled beside her and opened a bottle of Evian water and a chocolate yogurt she'd bought at the snack bar.

“You were going to explain how you know Vegas,” Dani said. She spoke softly because there were kids everywhere in the front courtyard, sprawled in the sun with paper bags.

Thea eyed a row of sago palms and felt herself sighing again. “Blaise and I—our mothers died when we were born. They were twin sisters. And then both our
dads
died. So we grew up sort of moving around from relative to relative. We usually spend the summers with Grandma Harman, and we live with somebody else during the school year. But these last couple of years…well, we've been in five high schools since we were sophomores.”

“Five?”

“Five. I think five. Isis knows, it could be six.”

“But
why
?”

“We keep getting expelled,” Thea said succinctly.

“But—”

“It's Blaise's fault,” Thea said. She was mad at Blaise. “She does—
things
—to boys. Human boys. And somehow it always ends up getting us kicked out of school. Both of us, because I'm always too stupid to tell them she's the one responsible.”

“Not stupid, I bet. Loyal,” Dani said warmly, and put her hand on Thea's. Thea squeezed it, taking some comfort in the sympathy.

“Anyway, this year we were in New Hampshire living with our Uncle Galen—and Blaise did it again. To the captain of the football team. His name was Randy Marik….”

When Thea stopped, Dani said, “What happened to him?”

“He burned the school down for her.”

Dani made a sound halfway between a snort and a giggle. Then she straightened out her face quickly. “Sorry, not funny.
For
her?”

Thea leaned against the wrought-iron stair railing. “That's what Blaise likes,” she said bleakly. “Having power over guys, messing with their minds. Getting them to do things they would never ordinarily do. To prove their love, you know. But the thing is, she's never satisfied until they're completely destroyed….” She shook her head. “You should have seen Randy at the end. He'd lost his mind. I don't think he'll ever get it back.”

Dani wasn't smiling anymore. “Power like that…she sounds like Aphrodite,” she said softly.

And that's right, Thea thought. Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love who could turn passion into a weapon that brought the whole world to its knees.

“Remind me sometime to tell you what she's done to the other guys she's played. In a way, Randy was lucky….”

Thea took a breath. “So, anyway, we got shipped back here to Grandma Harman because there weren't any other relatives willing to take us. They figured if Gran couldn't straighten us up, nobody could.”

“But that must be
wonderful,
” Dani said. “I mean, living with
the
Crone. Part of the reason my mom moved us here was that she wanted to study with your grandmother.”

Thea nodded. “Yeah, people come from all over to take her classes, or to buy her amulets and things. She's not always easy to live with, though,” Thea added wryly. “She goes through a couple of apprentices a year.”

“So is she going to straighten Blaise up?”

“I don't think
anybody
can. What Blaise does—it's just her nature, the way it's a cat's nature to play with mice. And if we get in trouble again, Gran says she's going to send us to our aunt Ursula at the Connecticut enclave.”

“The Convent?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you'd better stay out of trouble.”

“I
know.
Dani, what's this school like? I mean, is it the kind of place where Blaise
can
keep out of trouble?”

“Well…” Dani looked dismayed. “Well—I told you before, there's only two other witches in our class, and they're both Circle Midnight. Maybe you know them…Vivienne Morrigan and Selene Lucna?”

Thea's heart sank. Vivienne and Selene—she'd seen them going to summer Circles, wearing the darkest robes of any of the Circle Midnight girls. The two of them plus Blaise would make…well, a lethal combination.

“Maybe if you explain to them how important it is, they might help you keep Blaise under control,” Dani said. “You want to go talk to them now? They'll be on the patio by the cafeteria—I usually eat with them there.”

“Um…” Thea hesitated. Talking to those two—well, she doubted it would help. But on the other hand, she didn't have a better idea. “Why not?”

On the way to the cafeteria, she saw something that made her stop dead. Taped to the stucco wall was a giant piece of butcher paper, painted orange and black at the margins. In the center was a grotesque figure: an old woman with a black dress, disheveled white hair, and a wart-covered, haglike face. She was straddling a broom and wearing a pointy hat. Lettering under the picture said
COMING OCTOBER
31…
THE ULTIMATE HALLOWEEN PARTY
.

Hands on hips, Thea said, “
When
will they learn that witches never wore pointy hats?”

Dani snorted, her heart-shaped face surprisingly dangerous. “You know, maybe your cousin has the right idea after all.”

Thea looked at her, startled.

“Well, they
are
an inferior species. You have to admit that. And maybe it sounds prejudiced, but then they're so prejudiced themselves.” She leaned closer to Thea. “You know, they even have prejudices against
skin.
”

She held out her arm. Thea looked at the flawless skin, which was a deep, clear brown. “They'd think
we
were two different races,” Dani said, pressing her arm against Thea's tan one. “And that maybe one was better than the other one.”

Thea couldn't deny it. All she could say, feebly, was, “Well two wrongs don't make a right….”

“But three lefts do!” Dani burst out, finishing the old witch carol. Then she dissolved into laughter and led Thea to the patio.