My stomach growled as I waited for the volleyball to come my way, a slight distraction but not enough to take the edge off of my newfound aggression.My Thursday was half over and gym class was near the end, too. Volleyball wasn't normally my favorite sport. Except for soccer, I wasn't all that athletic. I also hated the school's excuse for a gym. The big room huddled around us, dank and windowless, lit by buzzing fluorescents that gave me a light headache every time I walked in. It reeked of old sweat, floor polish and a history of nerds being thrashed by bulky jocks with nothing better to do.I discovered whacking at something repeatedly despite the surroundings appeared to be good for the soul.At least the state my soul was in.I tried not to think about the day before and willed it from my memory as I dove for the ball, contacting not only with it but with Suzanne Parker, one of Alison's cronies.She glared at me like I killed her puppy.Suck it up, I thought, giving her the
I was getting tired of the same argument going around the kitchen, especially since it was about me and proceeded as if I wasn't even in the room. Always nice to be ignored.The Vegas insisted that without my intervention and whatever it was I did, they would not have survived and possibly taken the whole coven and half the neighborhood with them. And yet, Mom was still forced to face the challenge Dominic raised about me.We may not have been talking to each other right then, but my mother was totally on my side. Which was a huge surprise."It's irrelevant," Dominic said for the hundredth time so even his supporters were getting tired of him. "The child is obviously a menace and needs her power restricted."My mother laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more. The family stared at her after a while, even Erica. Dominic's face turned two more shades of purple.Mom finally wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand."If you can figure out a way," she said, "to restrict that kind
Despite the family's fears and my own reservations, life returned to normal. We ordered pizza for supper and hung out watching reruns of our favorite sitcoms in our pajamas. I felt like the pressure was off. I think the fact I made a decision to do something proactive for myself instead of whining about it all the time settled my mind and gave me some peace.I didn't get much of a chance to talk to Uncle Frank about the previous night but I knew he already heard about our little agreement from Mom from the thumbs up and grin he gave me before going out with Sunny for the night.One of those times I was going to ask him where they went.I was almost scared to go down to the basement with my mother, but I went anyway."I'm not sure where to start," Mom admitted, taking a seat in the pentagram. I folded down across from her, chin on my knees."That sounds encouraging." Oh snap. But Mom only smiled at me."First things first," she said, sitting up so straight I immediately did the sa
This was fantastic. All of a sudden I actually had a friend. Me. Or, at least, the beginnings of one. Things were definitely looking up. I practically bounded up the stairs to my room, almost knocking over my sister on the top step.When she saw me grinning, she smiled back. I hugged her impulsively, my good mood just too much to keep to myself.Naturally, Meira took full advantage."I love you, Syd." She beamed up at me, amber eyes glowing."I love you too, Meems.""No, I really love you." She clasped her little hands in front of her chest and spun in a circle. "Really, really."How obvious was she? It made me laugh."Okay," I said, "what do you want?"Ice cream!" She bounced on her toes, clapping and giggling.I hesitated one moment before remembering the coast was clear. Since I didn't have to worry about being picked on anymore, the prospect of visiting the local hangout didn't seem so daunting.Inside of ten minutes, I settled into a booth across from her while she shive
By the time Mom whisked Meira in and out of the tub, dried off and in her pajamas, more than an hour had passed. Shadows deepened and lengthened, sighing into darkness as night took its turn. It didn't take much convincing to prop my sister up into her own bed. I curled up next to her in her big pink four-poster in her frilly pink room that always made me feel slightly nauseated in daylight. We listened as our mother told us a fairy tale. Even Sassy joined in the fun, finding a comfy place for himself on the satin bedspread between us. Meira blinked slowly, worn out from the earlier excitement. It didn't take long for the rhythmic sound of our mother's voice droning out a story to bring on huge yawns.Mom folded up the book and bent over Meira, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead."Night, sweet one," she said."Night, Mommy," Meira answered. Mom gave me a steady gaze full of meaning before leaving the room.I slid down the bed, almost missing Meira sneaking her hand under her p
Neither Mom nor I went back to bed. We examined Uncle Frank's body and discovered most of the damage was to his clothing. We managed to manhandle him back into his cupboard to heal what burns he acquired in his sleep. A quick check of Sunny's cupboard found her safe and soundly sleeping away the day. Since vampires grew weaker and lost consciousness right around the time the sun came up, we could only assume whoever exposed him knew he would be most vulnerable and unable to fight back in the five or so minutes just before dawn.We took the better part of an hour between the two of us searching for Sassafras, both with our power and physically examining the property. I scoured the back yard but found only a few stray silver hairs by the side of the house he could have left there at any time. Mom called a halt to the search. Her eyes told me what she wouldn't say. Neither of us could feel him anywhere. The only way that would be possible was if either he was too far away, or... I didn't
I paused on the front step, horrified at what I did but at the same time unwilling to reverse it. I may not have planned it, but it seemed a fitting punishment for such disgusting people.Knowing I myself would be punished by the coven, I slumped my way down the driveway to the street, dragging my feet as I headed home.To my surprise, I stumbled on Alison. She sat on the curb with the borrowed shawl wrapped around her, staring blankly out into the street. I stopped, not sure what to do but unwilling to leave her there alone.I took a seat next to her, hugging my knees, discarding the hat to one side."Thanks," she said."My pleasure," I answered. "I just wish...""What?" She toyed with the laces of her red stained sneakers, once pristine white."That I reached you sooner. Before they... you know."She hugged the shawl to her. "It's tradition. I was expecting it.""What?" How horrible was that?"Well," she said, "not quite that way. But when you are kicked off the squad, you
I waved at Alison as she walked away before turning back to Uncle Frank. He held out his arm, formally. I shifted the candy haul enough so I could link up with him for the walk home.That act alone eased some of my concern. If he was really mad at me, and he was never mad at me, he wouldn't be so casual about it. I relaxed and sighed away some of my tension."Are you okay?" he asked."Yeah," I said. "I'm glad you are, too. Did Mom tell you Sassy's missing?"Frank's eyes scanned the street as we walked. I wondered if it was a vampire thing or if he was being cautious after everything that happened."I'm sorry, kiddo. But don't count him out," he said. "He's been around a long time. You never know with Sassafras.""Yeah," I said, feeling a little better. "For all we know, he could be shielding himself to stay safe, right?""Anything is possible," Frank said. "Even the weirdest things. Like, say, a whole houseful of kids getting food poisoning all at the same time. That's weird. Do