“I want you to understand,” she said. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I wanted to share what I was-what I am-and give you the magic you were always yearning for. What’s so terrible about that?” She was dismayed to feel the tears come to her eyes. She had so desperately wanted to remain calm.
“And what the hell are you, Vivian?” he asked, a tremor in his words.
“I am loup-garou. I am
Volkodlak. A metamorph.”
“Is that the same as a werewolf?” He still didn’t want to believe even though he had seen.
“Yes. Although what I turn into isn’t actually a wolf, but it’s close.”
“And when you drew that pentagram in my hand you were making me your victim,” he said.
“Don’t be an idiot,” she answered. “That was a joke.”
He took another step backward. “Look, I won’t tell anyone,” he said. “I promise. Only let me go.”
“Aren’t you even curious about me?” she asked, amazed. “I thought you craved the mystical. You wanted the bizarre, remember? I thought you would grab what I am with both of your hands and eat me up.”
“I don’t want to know any more, Vivian. Please. Let’s leave it at that. You go your way. I’ll go mine. Okay?”
“Aiden, I thought you cared for me. How can you send me away like that? I want to be with you. I want you to love me.”
He at least had the decency to look ashamed. “But it’s different now. I mean, how can I…I mean, every time I touch you I’ll, I mean, I’ll know…”
“Know what? That I have this wonderful ability to turn into a beautiful, strong, swift creature? That I am a Child of the Moon?” The revulsion on his face told her different.
“Vivian, did you kill that man the other night?” His words came out in a rush.
“Is that what you think? That I’ll put on my fur and kill you?”
He hung his head and didn’t answer.
She softened her voice and came close to him again. “Aiden, have I ever been anything but loving to you?” She saw him tense, but he didn’t back away. That gave her hope. “Aiden, have I ever been anything but willing?” She stroked his chest with her fingers, and he raised his head to meet her eyes. “You don’t want a tame girl, do you?”
“No!” He flinched back. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” And he did truly sound sorry.
“You don’t trust me,” she said, frustration making her angry. “Do you think I can’t control my other self? Do you think my teeth will grow as I lose myself in your pleasure?”
“I want to trust you, Vivian,” he said, sadness creeping into his voice, “but every time I think of kissing you I see that other face. All the time I think, ‘What has that mouth done?’ and I don’t think I can ever kiss you again.”
His words piled like cold stones inside her.
“You’re a coward,” Vivian said. “I thought you were different from the rest, open-minded, but you’re just like those parents you despise. At the first sign of the unusual you run. You tell lies about me and make people hate me. You take away my friends. You’re the monster, not me. I only wanted to love you.”
She took the necklace he had given her from around her neck and hurled it at him. “Maybe you made me your victim.”
His hand slapped to his chest and trapped the pendant as it slithered down his shirt.
“Go,” she said fiercely.
He looked at her in surprise.
“Go now,” she repeated. She didn’t trust her rage.
“I’m sorry it had to end this way,” he said as he backed slowly away. “I really am.”
“You think it’s ended?” she whispered as his car door closed. “Oh, no. You’ll be seeing me.”
August—–Vivian clung to a log in the clearing at the back of her house, as if she were an alligator motionless in a swamp. The sodden evening air of August enhanced the illusion, and the pattern of the bark became her pattern, as her flesh pressed into the wood. She curled her toes and savored the crunch as her nails bit gouges in the log. The odor of mold and damp moss intensified as she crushed the bark, until the air smelled like a cemetery. Motionless and silent once more, she allowed the creaking evening chorus to monopolize the woods with their see-saw, chirp-chirp, grind-grind, eternal white noise. She envied their cacophonous serenity.
A nearby rustle announced a predator’s careful tread, and her eyes opened slightly. He walked discreetly but wasn’t trying to conceal his approach.
How polite, she thought. She sniffed the salty tang of a young male, often aroused. Overlaid was a comfortable intimate smell like a warm bed slept in, and the faint hint of baby powder and spearmint chewing gum. Willem.
He paused beside the log as if trying to decide whether to wake her.
She rolled and grabbed his legs. The momentum sent him tumbling. She bit his calf as he fell. He yelped. She threw herself on top of him, pinning his arms and leaning a knee with gentle menace into his groin.
“Vivie!” he pleaded. “I didn’t mean nothin’. Vivie, let me up.”
Maybe it was his use of her baby name, or maybe it was his soft bewildered eyes, but the heat of her anger dissolved, and she slid to one side, releasing him.
“Damn, Vivie, I thought you were gonna hurt me.” He scrambled to his knees, one hand covering his crotch.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Willem wiped his nose with his fist and glanced at her sideways. His smile was the old, gentle smile. “I went into Tooley’s, you know, so they could enjoy throwing me out, and your Mom cornered me. She said since I didn’t have anything better to do I could get my ass over here and keep you company. Said you hadn’t gone out in weeks.” He raised his eyebrows and cocked his head in a way that would have made her laugh three million years ago. “Want me to beat him up for you?”
How dare she?
Vivian thought.
Who gave her the right to broadcast my private business?
“I can do my own beating up, thanks,” she told Willem coldly.
Willem grimaced. “Yeah. Silly me.”
“Why aren’t you with those other gangsters?” she asked.
Willem shrugged, a frown touching his face. He kicked at the log with one of his engineer boots. “Oh, Finn thinks he’s hot shit-pushing us around ‘cus Rafe’s not there to slap him down. I mean, Rafe’s bad enough, but at least he doesn’t make us do dumb-ass stuff to prove he can make us do it. Greg doesn’t like that either so they’re always arguing, and you know Ulf-dumb little turd’ll go along with anything. At least Finn isn’t screwing his mother.”
“Rafe’s always off with Astrid?” Vivian asked.
“Yeah. At her place. Helping her ‘recuperate.’ He thinks the sun shines out of her ass. I don’t get it.” Willem shook his head. “I don’t blame him for staying there, though. His dad’s being weirder than ever.”
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