My blood approves

For a long time, I just walked around the tree lined streets. They were still completely bare, but I knew that soon they would have little green buds on them. Spring was edging ever closer, with warm temperatures and longer days.

The nights would get shorter, too, and I wondered how Jack contended with that.

I was definitely cold and tired, but I was way too wired up from everything that had happened. My lips still tingled from kissing him, and I wondered dully if I’d ever be able to kiss him again.

Moving out of my mother’s had been rash, I’ll admit it, and she was definitely justified in her anger. I just didn’t have the strength to deal with stuff that so obviously didn’t matter anymore. Maybe I would’ve reacted a little better if I hadn’t had the reminder of Jack’s nearly-forgotten words ringing in my mind. When I asked what it was like to bite a vampire, he’d responded with, “You’ll understand when you’re a vampire.”

It would only be natural that I eventually segued into vampirism. Even if I didn’t move in with them today, I would some day. They were welcoming me into their folds for a reason, and as Jack had so ominously pointed out before I understood what they were, they wanted me to be one of them. It was really only a matter of time, and I kind of wanted to get the ball rolling in the right direction.

I sat down on a bench and pulled my knees up to my chest. The sun was spilling over the buildings, warming my frightfully cold skin, and I wondered how much longer I’d be able to enjoy the sun like this. Being with them would mean missing out on a lot of things, but it didn’t really feel like it. There would be so much more I’d be getting in return.

Pulling out my phone, I hoped that Jack would still be awake. My exhaustion and temperature were starting to wear me down.

“Hello?” Jack answered groggily.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?” I felt bad for waking him, but really I was glad I’d have a ride to a bed.

“Nah, I’m just about to go to bed, though. Why? What do you need?” He still sounded awfully tired, and he yawned loudly into the phone.

“I was just… wondering if I could stay with you for awhile.” I grimaced at my own question and wondered if I was really asking too much from them.

Maybe I should go home and try to make amends with my mother before she changed the locks.

“Yeah, sure. What’s wrong with your place?” Jack replied without even thinking about it.

“I got in a fight with my mom about coming home so late, and I’m not exactly welcome there anymore.”

“Oh, man, I’m sorry,” Jack apologized. “Yeah. Sure. You can stay here as long as you want. Do you need a ride right now?”

“It would be nice, but it’s not necessary.” I still didn’t completely understand his deal with sun, and I wasn’t even sure if he could drive out in it to come get me.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll be there in like five minutes.” He yawned again and I heard a rustle of movement as he got up, meaning that he’d actually already been in bed.

“I’m not at home, though. I’m on a bench a couple blocks away.” I looked around for a street sign so I could tell him what intersection I was at for sure, but then I realized that he probably already knew. For some reason, he could always find me.

“Cool. Hang tight.” He clicked off the phone, and I shoved my phone back in my pocket.

I felt better knowing that I wouldn’t be stuck on this bench all day like a homeless person, but it was still hard to know if I was doing the right thing.

Nothing in my life had prepared me to deal with situations like this. Up until now, my life consisted of sitting at home with Milo, shopping/partying/hating myself with Jane, and that’s about it. I’d barely even kissed a boy, I’d never driven a car, or been to any states other than tri-state area. My father left when I was two, and my mother had spent my whole life working continuously so we’d have just enough to survive. I knew nothing about life, and here I was, preparing to give it up in exchange for something I didn’t truly understand.

Jack pulled up in front within six minutes of me making the phone call, and I didn’t understand how he could possibly get around that fast. Sure, the car could go 0-300 MPH in like a second, but that didn’t account for all the cars on the road in front of him or stop lights or anything. But here he was, grinning at me tiredly behind gigantic sunglasses. I hopped in the car and decided that I was too tired to question anything. I just wanted to get to his house and take a nice, long nap.

When we got to his house, Jack showed me to my room. It was the guest room at the end of the hall upstairs, the bedroom in the turret. The walls were rounded and there was a balcony in the back. I felt just like Juliet or Rapunzel.

The walls had been painted a soft lilac, that eerily matched the walls of my own room, and the four-post bed had been made at in all white, luxurious comforters. Mae had even left out a pair of satin pajamas on the bed.