“No, no, it’s not like with Peter,” Jack shook his head. “It’s not like that at all. I mean, I don’t reciprocate his feelings at all. He’s like a brother to me, and that’s all. And this is just new. My blood is still fresh, and he doesn’t have a handle on any of his emotions. This’ll fade. With time.”
“How much time?” I demanded.
“The thing is… there’s so much uncharted territory with you,” Jack tried to explain, but I just laughed hollowly and shook my head.
“You don’t know. You don’t even know if it will fade. This is all assumptions. Everything about our relationship is assumptions!” I snapped.
“Shh!” Jack looked nervously back at Milo’s room, but when he didn’t come out, he turned back to me.
“No, the bond does fade. Okay? When I first turned, it was like hero worship with me and Peter.
And as you can tell by my immense hatred for him, that changed.”
“That was like sixteen years ago!” I insisted dubiously. “Do you really plan on waiting for sixteen years for this?”
“No, it’ll stop sooner. I can’t say with any certainty the time frame, because it varies vampire to vampire, but you know, I really don’t think it was that long with Peter and I.”
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “Milo will stop. Peter will stop. Everything will stop. And one day, it’ll be happily ever after. But instead of things getting better, more stuff just keeps piling up on top of it.”
“You know what the problem is? You’re looking at this all with mortal eyes,” Jack decided. “You seem time finitely, and that’s not the case. This will take time, but we have time.”
“No, no. You have time. Because the last time I checked-” I stopped and held my fingers to my throat.
“Yep. That’s a pulse. That’s mortal blood in these veins, Jack. I’m not a damn vampire.”
“Yeah, now. But this is just temporary,” Jack assured me.
“Maybe,” I admitted looking forlornly at him. “But right now, you’re whispering and standing like three feet away from me. Because if you weren’t, my brother might kill me, or your brother might kill you. And until that stops, you can’t really get any closer than you are now.”
“Maybe we should hook our brothers up,” Jack suggested wryly.
“Maybe,” I agreed wearily.
Jack sighed and looked sadly at me. Then Milo came out of his room, and Jack dropped his eyes and took a step away from me. Yeah, this was all going to work out perfectly. These were just tiny little speed bumps. Jack was now afraid of my little brother, but yeah. Everything was right on track.
“I’m all packed.” Milo had two duffle bags and a garbage bag of stuff in his hands.
“We should probably get going,” Jack said, taking a step towards the door. “You’ve had enough excitement for today.”
“Oh, haven’t we all?” I asked.
“Alice, I’m sorry about all of this,” Milo said sincerely, and that softness returned to his face. I hated him for it, because just then, I really wanted to hate him, and I couldn’t. Not when he looked at me like that, with his big, innocent eyes. “I know how much trouble this is for you, and I never meant for that.”
“Don’t be silly,” I shook my head. “None of this is your fault. You are entirely a victim of circumstance.
You don’t need to feel bad about any of this.”
“I’ll see you soon, okay?” Milo promised.
“Yeah, I know,” I lied. He looked at me expectantly for a moment, and then I realized what it was.
“I would hug you, if you know, I could. But you’ll get it under control soon. And then we’ll hug more than the Osmands. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Milo smiled sadly.
Jack held the door open for him, and gave me one last apologetic look as Milo escaped out into the hall.
“I’ll talk to you soon. Have fun.”
“I’m sure it’ll be a blast,” I told him.
Once the door shut, it hit me for the first time. I was alone in the apartment. Thanks to Milo’s complete lack of a social life, I could count the times I’d been home alone on two hands. About the only time was when I skipped school, and Milo went. Otherwise, he was always here. And he was never going to be here again.
A few minutes ago, I had managed to muster some pretty wicked anger for him, but it was all gone. The reality of everything was sinking in. There would be no one here to lecture me about bedtimes or home work, or to scoff at me when I watched reality TV, or make me elaborate meals. Nobody to paint my nails and listen to my stupid problems. There was nobody. For the first time in almost fifteen years, I was alone. My little brother was really gone.
After becoming accustomed the subzero temperatures at Jack’s, I was dying in my own apartment. To beat the heat, I would drench my tank top and underwear in cold water, and then put them on. It was the closest thing I had to a lake in my backyard. Then I laid in front of the open window in my room, letting the warm breeze roll over me. This was little consolation for life at their house, but I did the best with what I had.
To pass the time, I amerced myself completely in Peter’s biography, although I wasn’t completely convinced that he had actually written it. Jack seemed sure of it, and he had been genuinely offended by me reading A Brief History of Vampyres. Still, it was hard to think of Peter wanting to write anything down. Whenever I was around him, he wanted nothing to do with expressing himself, but Ezra had said he had been a different man before the love of his life died.
Even now, or maybe simply because of now, I felt strangely betrayed at the thought of Elise, Peter’s girlfriend that had died a very long time ago. She was his one true love, or something ridiculous like that. It was completely unfair. Every part of my being claimed that I was meant for him, and because of her, because of a vampire that had died before I was even before, he refuses me. I will never be with him, and by the way things are going now, I’ll probably never be anything except a lone corpse in the ground.
So far in the book, Peter has yet to mention Elise, and I hope he doesn’t. Jack said he was very young when he wrote it, so he probably hadn’t even met her yet. He explained how he turned, what he could remember of it. Apparently, the transformation was something hard to articulate.
“My mind was an excited fog. It felt like I was waking up and falling asleep at the same time. My body was shifting and dying. There were times where I could literally feel my organs sliding about, as if my gut had been cut open and filled with eels. I couldn’t decipher dreams from reality, and I recall singing ‘Ava Maria’ repeatedly so I could hear my own voice. The sound of it meant that I was still there, that was still some part of me on this earth.”
Imagine, Peter writhing in a bed as his body died. His beautiful face contorting and twisting with pain, and through it all, he’s singing. I’m sure that he had an amazing voice, but it just seemed improbable that he would ever sing for any reason. For the most part, he tended to sulk about and glare at me with his piercing green eyes. There wasn’t anything musical about him.
I often tried to figure out why Peter had turned Jack. It didn’t really make any sense. They were opposites in nearly every way, and Peter was always running off on his own. He didn’t really seem to have the inclination for companionship, not like Jack did, and it didn’t make sense that he would turn someone knowing the attachment that they would create with him.
In the book, he says almost nothing of his mortal life. Only going as far to say that he was riding a horse that bucked him. The horse took off, and he was left dying on the side of the road. Then a stranger came upon, and seeing the shape Peter was in, decided that turning him was the only way to save his life. After that, Peter describes an intense feeling of loyalty and affection for the vampire.
“It wasn’t like anything I had ever felt before. In my previous life, I had a father, a brother, friends, and girlfriends. But no other bond had ever felt this strong. I could sense everything that he felt, as if I was feeling it for myself. He could speak to me without uttering a word, intimating everything with a just a glance. When he went too far away from me, there would be an awful panic inside me, as if I wouldn’t be able to survive without him.
“There was nothing carnal about it, however. It was as if I was an extension of him. Being away from him would be as painful as being severed from my own limbs. In the beginning, there was nothing I would do that would cause him displeasure, and no request I refused. Fortunately, he treated me with respect and dignity, like an equal or a brother. Many other fledgling vampyres did not acquire such a happy fate.”
That explained a bit more about what was going on with Milo and Jack, but it didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. I knew eventually that it would fade, as it had with Peter and Ezra, and Jack and Peter, but even in the book, Peter did nothing to illuminate a possible time frame.
He just spoke of his bond with Ezra, and then moved onto the first time he saw a young man turn into a vampire. He described it as a rather disturbing scene, and he did a very good job of painting a picture that I wasn’t excited to repeat for myself.
Meanwhile, I was lying in bed, reading a book and listening to Elliot Smith. As the sun set on the third day I hadn’t heard from either Milo or Jack, I was getting increasingly anxious. I had tried to spend a great deal of my time sleeping, but I had still made it a quarter of the way through Peter’s book. So far, he’d mostly just explained his encounters with other vampires, and giving some insight in the history of vampires, as he had learned through word of mouth. But there wasn’t any big shocking revelation that explained their existence, or that told me to how to fix the situation I was in.
Darkness settled in on my room, making it too dark for me to read, and I just rolled over onto my side, so I could stare at my phone, willing it to ring. I understood that Milo needed time to get the hang of being a vampire, and that his new jealous streak made it more dangerous for me to hang around Jack, but this was ridiculous. They both promised to talk to me soon, and it had been three days. Three horrible days. One entire day was spent consoling my mother when she learned that Milo had left without really saying good-bye. She was much more upset than I expected her to be. After crying a lot, she started drinking even more, and then just ended up yelling profanities at me and throwing things. That was a rather pleasant way to kill an afternoon.
On top of that, school was less than two weeks away. Once summer vacation drew to a close, I’d have to deal with curfews and school and all sorts of things that would keep me away from Jack and Milo even more.
I was going to spend the rest of my life cooped up inside this apartment by myself, and they didn’t even have the decency to call and give me one last blowout before deserting me for the rest of time. In some attempt at misplaced pride, I had been waiting for one of them to call or text me.