Several different conversations picked up, and Justin leaned over to me. “Cami-girl?” he whispered with a pop of laughter.
I eyed him. “Jealous of my nickname? Give him time; he’ll think up one for you, too.”
We talked and drank, and I wondered exactly what our vampire friends were doing. Someone retrieved two bottles of wine. After the first bottle, we all thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.
As I swirled the chilled white wine in my glass, I wondered where my parents were. Maybe they decided to go back to Georgia or California. I hoped they would stay within Leslie’s realm of rule. I needed to ask Leslie about them, along with whether or not he could set up a meeting with Aster.
Once Heather and Kiera began clearing plates, Justin assumed his role as head trainer and discussed schedules for practice. Regardless of whether or not these other people wanted to train, he and I needed to keep up our skills and physiques. I had a feeling that I could depend on Jay and Santiago. They looked like they worked to stay in peak condition, and my promises of improving their performance interested them. I sipped and watched them.
I found I was looking forward to waking up and kicking Jay’s tight, muscled butt all over the house or yard or wherever. While I thought about it, I smiled and quickly realized that I was staring and smiling right at Jay. He made a kissing face at me, which drew me out of my daydreaming. I must have looked shocked because he burst out with laughter. I stuck my tongue out at him and went to the sink to wash out my wine glass.
When the wine ran out, the members of the household dispersed, going back to whatever they were doing before I’d drawn them in with my greasy, delicious burgers. I was happy that Heather and Kiera had seen to the dishes. I washed my glass, dried it, and returned it to the shelf on the island that held all the dishes, cups, bowls, and glasses.
As I wiped down the counters, I wondered when Leslie would unlock the door so I could get into the room to sleep. Justin moved into the room that my parents had used for one night. I guessed if I had to, I could sleep on a sofa or the floor. I’d certainly had worse having slept on the ground many times. Mostly, I wanted to see Leslie, to talk to him. For some odd reason, I missed him but quickly pushed the feeling away as silly.
I went back to the dining room. Since the lights were on, I couldn’t see out the windows. It felt odd to have lights on all the time, so I got up and flipped the switch. Light still spilled in from the living room, so I could see to write. I fingered Aster’s letter briefly before I stuffed it in the back of the journal. Finally, I began to read back over what I had poured onto the pages from my heart and soul.
As I reread my run-in with Luc, movement caught my attention. When I looked out the window, I saw Selene. I wondered if I should talk to her or keep my thoughts to myself. She didn’t exactly like me. Even though I had loved Peter, I didn’t understand what it was like to love someone, really love someone, the way Selene claimed she loved Justin or the way he said he loved me. I thought myself incapable and therefore blessed. If immune, I could never be hurt.
As I examined my perfectly healed wrist, I thought about immunity, infirmity, and weakness. I am highly breakable, and I have a dangerous lifestyle to say the least. I surprised myself at how quickly I shed one family for another.
“What does that make me?” I wrote. A monster. No, even monsters could love. That made me something far worse. Heartless? Soulless?
Selene flitted out of view. I stared at the spot where she had been for a long time before I rose and sought human interaction. I went back into the living room and dropped my journal into my box. I considered moving it, but if Leslie still had me locked out, there was no point in lugging it down to the basement.
Jay and Santiago had moved one of the large sofas back into place and were sitting on opposite ends of it and chatting, as much as Santiago ever spoke, while they watched a large TV that was set in an alcove above the fireplace.
I flopped down between them and asked, “Whacha watching?”
Without taking his eyes off the TV, Jay said, “It’s a movie called Jaws about a bunch of men that go looking for a huge shark that’s been eating people. It’s a thriller or a horror movie. I love the thrillers from the nineteen-seventies and eighties.”
“Does Leslie have many movies?”
“Oh, yeah. Loads of them. He’s kept them in mint condition. Some of them are over forty years old. They’ll be in that cabinet.” Jay pointed to a large armoire positioned in the corner of the room. “He’s got some vampire movies too, but they’re not in there. We don’t watch those.”
“Why not?” I twisted on the sofa to look at him.
After a beat, he paused the movie and looked at me. “You ever see a movie or even a TV show that vampires made and acted in?” The reflected light from the TV gleamed in his eyes.
“No. I’ve come across TVs in nests before. If the house has power, I check the news if it’s on. I’ve never watched one for entertainment.” I glanced at the TV. “I haven’t seen many movies at all. We only sneaked into a theater a few times when I was very young.”
“Well, vampire movies are different.” Jay glanced over my shoulder at Santiago and then bit his lower lip. I wondered why he looked ill at ease, but Jay plowed ahead before I had the chance to ask. “I’d say most of them are like really gory pornos. You get a few comedies, but the humor is aimed at vampires, so it’s not all that funny to a human.”
“Yeah, you know, pornographic.” I must have still looked confused. “Movies that have very little story and lots of explicit sex,” Jay elaborated. “The movies vampires make…well, all of them are scary, not the fun kind of scary, and usually end up with lots of people getting bitten and eaten, even in the romances. That’s not acting.” Jay looked at me very seriously, and I shivered. “Right. So, me and J, we stick to the human movies, where all the horror and gore is make-believe.”
I looked at Santiago, and he nodded solemnly. I wondered why they knew so much about the vampire-made movies. I started to ask, but Jay began to catch me up on what was happening in the movie.
“See here, Cami-girl, the chief is afraid of water, but he’s got to get out there and get rid of the shark so his island and beach will be safe again.”
“Chief? He’s the leader of these people?”
Jay snorted out a laugh at my question. “No. He’s the chief of the police, a leader of human law enforcement.”
My brow furrowed. “Why would you be a police chief on an island if you were afraid of the water?”
“To add drama,” Jay said dramatically. “You’ve come in just after the chief mistook a school of fish for the shark. He ran everyone out of the water and scared all the tourists way. The mayor is really pissed at him. I think you’re up to speed on it. Enjoy.” He patted my hand, and I sank back into the sofa to watch the movie.
I jumped, cringed, screamed, and clung to Jay while he laughed at me. In the end, I think he ended up with several more bruises on my account. I kept one hand wrapped around his biceps, and I hid my face in my free hand when the shark got the ship captain. When the movie came to a climax, Jay yelped from me digging my nails into him. After the chief blew the shark to bits, I relaxed, only to shriek when the oceanographer swam to the surface to join him for a swim back to shore.
When the movie was over, I felt emotionally drained and sorry for the shark. “Poor thing. It wasn’t like it was evil or anything. It was just doing what’s in its nature, and they killed it.”
“Some things need to be killed because of their nature,” Santiago said. He shifted uncomfortably. “Good night, Cami. See you for training tomorrow.”
“Yeah, good night, Cami-girl. Wish you were coming to bed with me.” Jay poked me in the ribs. “Thanks for the bruises and claw marks.”
“I’m really sorry about that.”
“Ah, it was worth it to see your reaction. I had more fun watching you than I ever would have watching a movie.” He winked at me, and the two left me alone on the sofa.
I got up to look through the cabinet and found a section of musicals. I picked up the one entitled My Fair Lady. I opened the case and pushed the center circle down to release the disc Jay called a DVD. Although I had watched him open the player to take out Jaws, it took me a bit of poking to figure out what the symbols on the buttons meant.
In a few minutes, I had the movie in the player and playing. When I heard the beautiful young lady speak, I barked out a laugh. Her accent was like Jay’s. I wondered when he had come over to the U.S. from Britain. I wished I’d had more of a chance to ask him about his past.
END CH14 P2