Vampire Island (11 page)

Lexie’s fruit instincts went into high alert. Something inhuman was happening to her friend.

When she creaked open the door, Pete winced. He stepped squinting out into the night as if it were noonday on the sunniest beach.

“Pete, is there something you want to tell me?” Lexie asked him.

“Nothing you don’t know already,” he growled. By a trick or the brightness of the full moon, he appeared to have sprouted yet another inch. How did he look so familiar, yet so newly magnificent? Her brain was on overload, yet her thoughts seemed scrambled, like shooting stars. Before she knew what she was doing, Lexie leaned up and kissed the prickly stubble of Pete’s cheek.

“See you at school, Lex.” Pete’s voice was pure gravel. He reached his hand to touch the place her kiss had landed. Their eyes locked, then Pete loped off into the night.

In the distance, Lexie heard a faint sound. It was Pete, howling.

And in that second Lexie knew. Pete was no mere freak. By the light of the moon, she knew the truth that perhaps she’d always suspected. Why her parents had not warmed to Pete, and why the Stubbes weren’t always glad to see Lexie. Her quirky pal was one of the rarest of creatures. Pete Stubbe was a werewolf.

Hudson

I
t was sort of fun being a host, Hudson thought, as he continued to circle the party. “Hello, Elliot Pierce. Hi, Marcus MacCorkle. What’s up, Jasmine Danielle?” With help from Mr. Apple, Hudson had memorized each fourth-grader’s name. Even the lunk, who officially went by the name Charlie Easterby. “Hi there, Charlie Easterby.”

Unfortunately, the chunky lunk was so scared of Maddy that his teeth couldn’t stop chattering long enough to return Hudson’s greeting. So Hudson also made sure every single kid met his other, nicer sister, Lexie.

Hudson had been watching Lexie’s friend Pete Stubbe all night. As a fellow night creature, he had noticed immediately that Pete was transforming. Then, when Pete asked Hudson where the bathroom was, he accidentally spoke in a dog dialect.

“There’s a private one up the stairs, first door on the left,” Hudson told Pete. As Pete bounded up the stairs, using his arms to give himself extra speed, Hudson noticed an older man watching him. He had seen him earlier, mingling quietly among the partygoers. As Pete bounded back down the stairs, the old man gave Hudson a meaningful look, then moved off. Something in his thoughtful black eyes nudged at Hudson’s memory. Why was the old man so familiar?

Slowly, as the moon came out and Hudson’s night vision spiked and his night thoughts shone clear, he began to understand.

The old man was also Orville.

The old man was the school janitor, Mr. Schnur.

The old man was also an Argos.

Nobody else seemed to notice the man as he moved soundlessly across the room. But Hudson watched him. When he brushed against Dylan Easterby’s cast, the raised Old World signature that Lexie had spontaneously scribbled immediately changed back to flat, uninteresting green cursive. When he walked toward the pantry, his finger ran along the wall and instantly erased all of the scuff marks Maddy had made during yesterday’s marathon backflip session. Hudson had always believed in a stern and punishing Argos, but this man worked with such gentle care. Were all the Argos like that?

Lexie had rushed back into the party wild-eyed after showing Pete the door. Not a moment too soon, thought Hudson. Poor old Pete was about to start howling any second.

“Did you finally see a ghost?” he asked innocently, plucking a blueberry off a fruit shish kabob. “I think there’s one who haunts the library.”

“Almost.” Lexie’s face was bright with excitement. “Hudson, have you ever known somebody for a really long time, and you thought you knew everything about them, but as it turned out, the most important thing about them was kept a complete secret from you?”

“Is this about Pete being a hybrid?” he asked.

His sister’s eyes widened. “How did you know?”

“Animals know who the other animals are. I think he’s some kind of dog.”

“Werewolf.” The word had no sooner left Lexie’s lips than Maddy instantly materialized to stand between them.

“Where’s the werewolf? Who’s a werewolf?” Maddy’s neck was snapping around so quickly, Hudson feared she might rotate it too far—even all the way around—and cause mass hysteria among the guests. He clicked his throat at her warningly.

“Now I know why Pete’s parents and our parents have always been so down on our friendship.” Lexie’s fists clenched. “They better not keep us apart.”

“Keep you apart? It’s not like you’re going to marry him.” Hudson laughed.

At this, Lexie suddenly looked exceptionally poetic and dreamy. “Who knows? Maybe I will, one day.”

“Not unless I slay him first,” declared Maddy.

“You better not!” hissed Lexie.

“I might!” Maddy cackled.

“Over my undead body!”

“Calm down, girls,” warned Hudson. He wondered if all sisters fought like his. “We’re in public, and one of the Argos is here. Trust me on this one—but if you want proof, go take another look at Dylan’s cast, and the scuff marks by the pantry door.”

He moved away before either of his baffled sisters could respond.

“Thanks for inviting me to your housewarming party,” said Bethany Finn when her parents had come to collect her. “I’m changing my mind about you, Hudson. You always seemed stuck-up. But your family and where you live isn’t exactly what I would have guessed. In a good way, I mean.”

“I’m sorry if you thought I was stuck-up,” said Hudson. Apologies weren’t easy for him, but he hoped one day practice would make them a touch less rusty.

“Next year, I think you’ll get a carnation,” said Bethany. “You just might deserve it.” She wriggled her eyebrows. An odd minx, that Bethany Finn.

As guests took leave, the old man had vanished. But Hudson could sense that he wasn’t far away. After he helped his sisters and parents wash the dishes and put their house back to order, Hudson followed his hunch and ventured out onto the roof.

The city lights were up. Stars were scattered through the fog.

Mr. Schnur, in Orville form, was perched under the eaves. So still, he might have been a husk. Hudson summoned the energy to transform. It was getting easier for him. Just last week, he had transformed in broad daylight to help rescue Maddy. Now that he was gaining power, he knew that bigger Protections were in store for him. He just didn’t know what they were. Yet.

He swung to hang upside down under the eaves so that his face was level with Orville’s. Up close, he could see the echo of Schnur. Strange.

“Stop switching off the heat generator at school,” snapped the old hybrid. “It wastes power when you have to start it all up again.”

“Sorry,” apologized Hudson.

“Friendship is as important as clout,” said Orville, more kindly.

“Yes,” Hudson agreed.

“Your friends will be more helpful, going forward.”

“I hope so.”

“You will need them. There’s still a lot to do,” said Orville. “The earth isn’t getting healthier. The humans aren’t getting smarter. And the New World isn’t getting any safer.”

They sat together in silence for many hours. The temperature dropped. The wind changed. House lights went out. Hudson’s eyes drooped. He folded his wings tight around his body and slept.

He woke at 4:00 to feel the familiar itch down his spine and through his shoulders. Swinging up from the drainpipe, he stretched, then moved to the edge of the building. His wings opened as easy as an umbrella between the flexible struts of his arms.

Orville was ready on his side. “Let’s go.”

Hudson looked down on the city. He bowed his head and plunged.

KILLER WHITE CHOCOLATE
MACADAMIA NUT COOKIES

Ingredients:

Directions:

Blend butter, sugars, egg, and vanilla until fluffy, stopping once to scrape down sides of bowl. Add flour, baking soda, and salt. Mix until lightly combined. Do not overmix. Stir in white chocolate chunks and nuts. Mound dough by
¹
/
₃
cupfuls onto lightly greased cookie sheet, spacing about 2 inches apart. Bake in preheated 350-degree oven until lightly brown around edges, about 12 minutes. Cool on cookie sheet for a few minutes, then remove to racks and cool completely. Store in an airtight container.

Watch closely when baking, as cookies will burn easily. If planning to slay vampires, replace nuts with two cups of softened, peeled, chopped garlic, and sub
½
cup of holy water for egg.

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