Supernaturally (8 page)

“I still haven’t decided whether or not I should go to med school. But where else am I going to study cellular biology?” He sighed, then laughed. “Okay, enough of that. What have you been up to the last couple of days?”

I bit my lip. The whole poltergeist thing wasn’t worth mentioning. Or the faerie. Or agreeing to one stupid assignment with IPCA and getting stuck in the Center. It’d bother him, and, really, it hadn’t been
that
big a deal. But it would be nice to be able to talk with him about how bad I missed Lish lately, how weird not being able to go in my old unit was, how being with Raquel made me happy and annoyed at the same time.

Too bad I couldn’t.

“Oh, you know. The usual. With you gone and
Easton Heights
in reruns, my life is a black hole of boredom and despair.”

“So basically you’ve been doing homework.”

“Like I said, black hole.”

He stroked my hair while I tried not to think about all the things I wasn’t telling him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Snuggly?”

“No, I mean, after the sylph. Nothing weird?”

Arguably the tingles I was feeling right now in the breeze could be from any number of sources, not the least of which was my incredibly hot boyfriend playing with my hair. “Nope.”

“What about everything else?”

It was an open question, but I knew what he was talking about. Reth and Vivian, the only ones who understood what I was—an Empty One—had warned me that I’d burn through my own soul fast. I sighed, pushing up onto my elbows. I pulled open the neck of my shirt and looked at my heart.

Liquid gold flames swirled lazily, bright enough to see only when I was looking right at them. “No change, really.” I didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not. I looked at them so often it was hard to tell whether they were getting dimmer or brighter. Then a bright spark flashed right in the middle, making me grimace. That was new.

Lend sat up, craning his neck to see down my shirt, which I hurriedly pushed back into place. “Last time I checked, you couldn’t see souls.”

He shrugged, an exaggerated look of innocence on his face. “Still, it wouldn’t hurt for me to try, would it?”

“You have got to be the most selfless boyfriend alive.”

“Like I said, anything worthwhile is worth making sacrifices for.”

“Speaking of which, weren’t you going to give me a tongue demonstration?”

All too soon Lend had to take me back to school in time for English. Before we turned onto the main road, he put his usual glamour back in place. I bit back a wry smile, remembering how weird it had been to see him as his dad. And then it hit me, the solution to the whole immortal problem.

Lend
never
needed to know.

Extracurricular Activities

I
hummed
in the shower; not my usual attitude on a Monday morning, but things were fantastic. Ever since last week, I felt better about everything.

I didn’t have to tell Lend!

How had I not seen it before? His glamour showed whatever he thought it should—which meant that he would age (or at least, appear to age) right along with me. And he couldn’t ever really see what he looked like, so he wouldn’t know he wasn’t getting older. We could go our whole lives together and he’d never need to deal with the fact that his wasn’t going to end.

After all, Lend was planning for a future. A very human future. Telling him now would confuse him, make him question his decisions. He didn’t need that. I’d tell him someday, sure. When we were like eighty and I was on my deathbed. Assuming my soul lasted that long.

But the tingle in my fingers reminded me that there were ways of making it last. Innocent ways. After all, the sylph wasn’t dead, or even really hurt. In fact, I was sure the sylph would be happy to know it contributed to my ability to live a long, happy life with Lend.

“Hey.” Arianna stuck her head into my room as I finished drying my hair. “You wanna do something after school?” She said it in her usual annoyed tone, but there was a hint of hesitancy. She’d barely acknowledged my existence since she thought I’d stood her up for the movie; it was like a dark cloud hung over our entire apartment.

“Sure! I’ve got work at seven but I’m free after school until then. What do you want to do?”

Her shoulders relaxed. “Mall? I haven’t been around true evil for a while.”

“And the mall is the best place for that?”

“Have you
seen
what the average populace is wearing? I may have to kill the next person I see wearing pants that unzip into shorts. Also, Uggs over tights are a crime against humanity. No one with a pulse should be willing to wear this stuff. I haven’t had a heartbeat in twenty years and even I can tell you that.”

“But what if they’re
pink
Uggs? Surely—” My communicator beeped from my nightstand drawer and my stomach dropped. Bleep. I’d forgotten that Jack was coming this afternoon for a quick vamp-tracking job. “Oh—I—just remembered, I have a . . . study thing. After school. With Carlee. For a class.”

Arianna’s eyes narrowed and her shoulders tightened back into that strange protective stance. “Fine. No big.”

“But after work we could—”

She turned with a wave of her hand. “Whatever. Don’t worry about it.”

Great. Now I was ditching my vampire friend to go tase a vampire. Wouldn’t Arianna and Lend be thrilled if they knew? Still, I wasn’t doing anything that his dad’s group could get mad about. No werewolf persecution, and only neutering violent vamps. Whatever David and his group thought, Arianna was
not
typical.

I sighed heavily going down the stairs to the bus. I would figure this out—balance it all—school, Lend, being there for Arianna, side jobs for IPCA. After all, weren’t extracurriculars a must for college applications? Next week’s trip to Sweden to track down a troll colony and rescue the humans they’d kidnapped would look pretty darn impressive on my Georgetown application.

Yeah, I should probably join the chess club, instead.

After a long day I didn’t even mind the humiliation of climbing on the old, yellow bus with its cracked seats. I was the only senior without a car, but none of them were going on international, human-saving missions after school. Suckers. Plus, I calculated my going rate for IPCA, and with eight years of back pay (a stipulation Raquel put in, bless her heart), I’d be able to pay for college
and
buy a car by the end of the school year.

“Arianna?” I yelled, dropping my backpack by the door. I’d hoped she’d be home so we could talk, but there was no sign of her. I’d make her go out with me that night, maybe buy her something pretty. Or, well, something depressing and black. She’d like that. It’d fix things.

Having a plan made me feel better, so when I walked into my room to find Jack sitting on my bed flipping through my pink journal, I didn’t even yell at him.

Much.

Once I finished smacking him over the head with said journal, I put away my school stuff and pulled on a warmer coat. “So.” I zipped up my coat and wished I had a cute, fuzzy hat to go with it. “Vamp job. You know where you’re going, right?”

He jumped off my bed (literally, bouncing so high prejump he nearly hit the ceiling), and nodded. “Sure.” His dark blue knit cap made his eyes look impossibly big and bright, and his blond curls stuck out along the edges. I guess I could see what Carlee saw in him. Too bad he was a lunatic; they would have made a cute couple. I could see the double dates now . . .

No, I so totally could not.

I waited as he made the door in my wall, then reached out and took his hand. He stepped forward and I followed—but as soon as I met the border between my room and the Faerie Paths, a horrible, burning weight slammed into my chest, knocking me back onto the floor.

I gasped, staring dizzily at the ceiling. “What happened?”

Jack’s face loomed into view; he frowned down at me. “What did you do?”

“Nothing! That’s never happened before.”

He unzipped my coat and reached down my shirt before I could get away.

“Back off, perv!”

“Aha!” He pulled my necklace out from under my sweater. “Iron.”

I slapped his hands and grabbed the pendant. “So?”

“So, how long have you worked with faeries? Heaven and hell, you don’t know anything, do you? The reason faeries don’t like iron is that it ties them too strongly to this world. The Paths aren’t part of this world—you can’t take iron there. It won’t let you.”

I frowned. “You do realize that makes no sense.”

“Unlike being able to open a door in the wall and take you to another hemisphere in a matter of minutes? How odd. Everything about Faerie is usually so rational.”

I couldn’t hold back the smile, and he rolled his eyes.

“Take it off so we can get going. This is boring.”

I reached back to undo the clasp, hesitating. It felt like a small betrayal, taking off the necklace Lend gave me to do something I knew he wouldn’t approve of. Still, I was doing good. There were people who needed me. And I’d put it right back on as soon as I got home.

I stood and tucked it into my sock drawer, fingering the heart one last time before turning back to Jack.

“Any other iron on you?” he asked impatiently.

“Just my tongue stud.”

His look was a mixture of curiosity and horror.

“I’m kidding, you idiot. Let’s go.”

He opened the door and took my hand as we walked through. I tried to ignore the oppressive darkness. “So, how come I can take Tasey through the paths?”

Jack shrugged. “All IPCA technology was specially developed to be compatible with faerie magic.”

“How do you know about all this?”

“I just happen to be smarter than you is all.”

I pinched his hand as hard as I could, then decided to change the subject. It kind of bothered me that Jack knew more about this stuff than I did—shouldn’t
I
have been the expert?

“Where’s this vampire again?” I was a little surprised that Raquel was pulling me for a basic vamp bag and tag. They really were strapped for help. Sure, I was about a thousand times more efficient because I didn’t have to bother with mirrors and holy water, but anyone who knew what they were looking for could conduct an efficient stakeout.

Oh, I kill myself.

A sly smile spread across Jack’s face. “Vampire? Who said anything about a vampire?”

“Umm, you did? I thought Raquel wanted me to bag and tag a vamp.”

“Who said anything about Raquel?”

“What are you talking about? Where are we going?”

“I thought you and I deserved to have a little bit of fun.” Jack stopped, his grin spreading as he opened a door. I watched, more nervous than I cared to admit, to find out what, exactly, lunatic boy considered fun.

Virgin Dreams

I
shook
my head in disbelief at the creature standing in the middle of a dappled, sunlit meadow, gazing at me with its doleful brown eyes. My most cherished childhood possession (growing up in foster care, I didn’t have many) had been one of those felt-and-marker posters I colored in myself: a unicorn rearing in front of a rainbow and waterfall. I’d given it a multicolored mane but kept the coat pristine white, as all unicorns ought to be. I daydreamed more often than was healthy that I’d somehow been transported into that velvet-lined fantasy, the unicorn
mine
, and together we’d ride off to a home behind the rainbow, happy and strong, and we’d never be alone again. That unicorn was power, and magic, and beauty incarnate.

Apparently this unicorn hadn’t gotten the memo. It was ugly. Like, seriously ugly. Coat a mottled brown and gray; horn a dingy, stubby thing; hair a matted mess. It looked more like a goat than anything else, with a small, filthy beard and square pupils.

Oh, and the stench? Skunks have nothing on unicorns.

The dang thing kept trying to nuzzle me while I did my best to dodge it. So much for dramatic images of knights on unicorn stallions, too. This creature couldn’t carry a child, much less a man in armor. Its head barely came up to my chest, which added a whole new level of discomfort to its continued nuzzling attempts.

Jack hung upside down from a limb of one of the surrounding trees. I couldn’t place where we were, but it was warm enough that my coat was uncomfortable, and the sun filtered through the leaves in a green and gold haze. Really, the meadow itself was almost magical, if the bleeping unicorn weren’t screwing up the idyllic setting.

Jack laughed at my attempts to avoid being felt up by a mythical beast. “Apparently you’re a virgin.”

“Shut up! Like that’s any of your business!”

He shrugged, the motion less effective upside down. “Unicorns love maidens. Haven’t you done any research at all?”

“What, you have?”

He flipped off the branch, startling the unicorn so badly it bolted from the meadow. Thank heavens. “The Center’s iron filing cabinets? Not really an issue if you can open a door through any wall and aren’t a faerie.”

“So what, you read secret files?”

“Among other things. Someone really ought to tell Raquel to modernize. Paper is so medieval. Now.” He held out his elbow in a disingenuously gentlemanly gesture. “How about we go and have some real fun?”

“What, shattering my one remaining fantasy wasn’t enough?” Faeries didn’t have wings and bordered on evil; pixies were dirty, feral, and tended to bite; and mermaids had neither glorious hair nor seashell bras. Now this about unicorns. Sometimes reality sucked.

“You can always chase the unicorn, if you want. Take it for a ride.”

I shuddered at the thought and sat down, leaning my back against the tree and unzipping my coat. “No, thanks. But let’s stay here for a while. It’s warm.”

Jack flopped down next to me, lying flat with his hands behind his head. “I can always find warm.”

“That must be nice.”

He laughed. “It comes in handy.”

“Where are we, exactly?”

“A sort of supernatural preserve for wild paranormal animals that were threatened with extinction. The unicorns are the most common. Stinkiest, too.”

“No kidding. So, what other secrets do you know?”

“If I told you, it’d ruin all the fun. I like surprising people.” Despite his innocent face, something in his expression made me nervous. I was full to bursting with secrets, and recognized the same thing in Jack.

“Please don’t tell me our next trip will take us to bigfoot.”

“Nah, according to Raquel’s stuff, they went extinct around the turn of the century.”

“Which century?”

He frowned. “Good question. Too bad I can’t ask her for clarification, considering I’m not supposed to know.”

I shifted my back to get comfortable and closed my eyes, trying to soak in the sun. “Do you come here a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Where do you go when you aren’t at the Center?”

“Home.”

“Where’s that?”

He sighed. “Isn’t that the question? Where’s your home?”

“Umm, the room you seem to make a habit of violating?”

“No, think about it. When I say ‘home,’ what’s the first thing that pops into your head?”

I frowned, images flitting before my eyelids. It used to be the Center, but my recent visit had erased any lingering sense of home I might have felt there. My pink closet bedroom felt more like a placeholder—somewhere I was staying before I left for somewhere else. Lend’s house felt like
a
home. But not mine. “I honestly don’t know. Nowhere, really.”

“Something we have in common, then, besides the world’s most perfect hair color. We were both raised by no one and live nowhere.”

I squirmed, opening my eyes. He had a point, but not one I especially liked. I was connected to people, to places. Wasn’t I? There was something in Jack that I related to, though, on a level I didn’t quite understand. Here and there, when he wasn’t being an idiot, there was this sort of . . . desperation. Like he was trying to find something, but he didn’t know what it was yet. It was a feeling I knew all too well. Vivian understood it, too. Lend never could. But being with Lend made that feeling fade, like the unknown question wasn’t as important as it used to be, and maybe someday it wouldn’t be a question at all.

Jack still hadn’t answered any of my
actual
questions, though. “But what did you do before you started working for IPCA?”

“Survived.”

I grabbed a fistful of grass and tossed it at him. “How about a real answer?”

He smiled. “I’m from Oregon, or at least that’s what I think I remember. But, alas, it doesn’t pay to be a beautiful toddler when stray faeries wander through town. Now I’m from that dark dreamscape, beauty and terror eternally intermingled, blah, blah, blah.”

I frowned at him, puzzled.

“Hey, they need entertainment and slaves even in the Faerie Realms.”

“Wait—you—you
live
in the Faerie Realms?”

“For now.”

That wasn’t possible. Faeries had a nasty habit of kidnapping mortals and taking them to their Realms. It was a one-way trip. Once you were taken there and tasted faerie food, you could never come back. Even if you somehow found a faerie willing to bring you back to Earth, human food would never satisfy you, and you’d waste away to nothing. Ah—thus Jack’s apple-spitting at Lend’s house.

“So the faeries raised you?”

He barked out a laugh. “I wouldn’t call it that, no.”

Vivian had been raised by faeries, but as far as I knew they never took her to the Realms. She talked about it sometimes, how the faeries took her wherever they wanted to go without any care for how she felt. Once she almost froze to death because they decided to have a ball on a glacier. Excellent caregivers, the fey.

I’d only been to the Realms a couple of times, both when Reth forced me, and it was so strange and alien, I couldn’t imagine growing up there. How Jack could navigate both worlds, even survive in the Faerie Realms, was beyond me. Was he a specific faerie’s servant? Maybe he was a sort of contract faerie employee, like I was for IPCA, and they taught him how to use the Paths.

Finding out more about Jack only made him a bigger enigma. “How, though? I mean, I’m sorry, but plenty of people are kidnapped and taken to the Realms, and I’ve never heard of them coming back. How do you do it? Did they teach you?”

“Living there, well, it changes you. And, besides, if you were constantly being left places by yourself with no way to get out of them unless a faerie happens to come along and find you—which sometimes takes a very long while indeed—you’d get a little innovative, too, wouldn’t you? It’s amazing what one can learn if it means not starving to death. Faeries aren’t as mystical as they want you to think. I’ll teach you some tricks one of these days.”

I set my head back against the trunk. “I’ll pass, thanks. I’ve had enough faerie for a lifetime. Several, actually.”

Jack’s stomach growled loudly. “I need food.”

“I have a shift at the diner tonight. I could probably hook you up with a free dinner.” The words were out of my mouth before I realized that would mean bringing Jack—from my secret job—to my real job. Not a good idea. Besides which, I wasn’t sure how much I wanted him in my life, anyway. There was that connection we had, yeah, but it made me more uncomfortable than anything else. I felt in Jack so many of the things I didn’t like about myself—the lying, the evasiveness, the selfishness. He seemed completely at ease with those traits, though.

“Yes,” he said, “and I could probably vomit the putrid food back up all over you. I live in Faerie, remember?”

I grimaced. “Oh, duh. Sorry.”

“I’ll go grab something quick. You wanna come with me?”

“There is not an ounce of me that has any desire whatsoever to set foot in the Faerie Realms ever again.”

“Boring. I’ll be right back then.” He jumped up and was gone before I had a chance to tell him he could drop me off at the diner first. I looked warily around the meadow, hoping that the unicorn would keep his personal space issues far, far away from me. Relatively certain that my maiden self was safe, I closed my eyes. Maybe Jack wasn’t so bad, after all. Weird feelings aside, this afternoon had been pretty fun. He seemed to be good at fun. I liked that.

I got in a decent nap before Jack came back. “So, what should we do now?” he asked, positively buzzing with energy on a full stomach.

“Now,” I said, rubbing my neck where it had stiffened up because of my position, “we should take me back so I can work my shift at the diner.”

“Who cares about the diner. Anyone can move dishes around and be grouchy at customers. How about we find some dragons? Or spit off the top of the Empire State Building? Ooh, or there has to be a movie premiere somewhere we can crash.”

“Oh, shut up. I
have
to work.”

“Why?”

I shrugged, holding out my hand. “It’s part of my life.”

“Yet again I ask, why?”

Because I couldn’t admit that I had another source of income and no longer needed that job. Because I had to keep up appearances that IPCA wasn’t part of my life again. Because I felt like I owed it to David for taking me in. “Because it is. Let’s go.”

“Admit it. You like wearing those stylish little uniforms.”

I laughed, smacking his shoulder. “Nothing’s hotter than cows. But, wait, when have you seen me in uniform?”

He held up his free hand as he concentrated on opening a door in a wide tree. He had a knack for not answering questions. A door appeared and we squeezed through. Jack always needed a surface to open doors, but I had seen Reth open doors in the middle of the air before. I wondered if that was harder.

“Pick up the pace, Evie. If we want to get you to work on time we’ve got to
mooooove
faster.”

I groaned, laughing. “That has got to be the worst pun I’ve ever heard in my life.” I was still laughing when Jack opened a door and we walked out into my room—nearly bumping into Lend, whose eyes took in the faerie door, Jack, and our clasped hands in a single sweep.

Bleep.