My hand hangs behind me, in Bennet's, as we walk up to the third floor. His warm hand seems to radiate the heat of an electric blanket. Or a puppy. A big puppy. "Are you okay with sleeping together?" asks Bennet. "I'm okay with it," I reply simply. We make it to the landing, and I lead him down the short hallway to my room. Opening the door, I show him in. As Bennet steps in, he closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath of my room. I can't help but laugh at what he's doing. He opens his eyes and looks at me. "What?" he asks. "Nothing," I say as I giggle. Turning to the bathroom, I walk over to it. But two thick arms wrap around from behind me and throw me onto the bed. I gasp out. Bennet walks over to the bed and pulls me to the edge of it. Leaning over me, he leaves just enough room for me to reach up and touch his face. "Tell me," he says. I smile. "No." Bennet frowns. Bennet pulls my arms over my head and holds them with only one of his hands. Using th
Arriving at Bennet's house, I drive up to the little clearing in front of the front door. Parking my car and wrapping my scarf around my thin neck, I push open the door and step out. Walking around to the trunk, I open it and lift the large plate of chocolate pecan pie. I wrapped it in aluminum foil, and a thick canvas cloth I found to keep it warm. I made it this morning. School has been out since last week, so I had plenty of time to go over my recipe. I found it in one of mom's old cooking books. It was handwritten, and I pored over the pages for a few hours, admiring the penmanship. The cold bitter wind stirs up and lashes across my face. I shiver. November in Handerville is really cold. It seems to bite. Carrying it carefully in front of me, I walk to the front door, climbing up the steps of the porch. As I near, the door opens. Bennet stands with a smile. I smile back. Walking in, I set the plate on a little table next to the door and jump into his warm and inviting arm
Stepping into the school, I'm can help but feel a little down. Thanksgiving break is officially dead for this year, and I have to wait another two weeks before Christmas break. Oh well. That's life. I'm walking to my locker and keeping an eye out for Bennet so I can jump into his warm and inviting arms when I hear some strange whispers. Kids are talking back and forth about something. "...A new kid is coming..." "...Says that he's from the city! City of lights!" "...Never seen anybody like him..." I disregard whatever they're saying, and approach my locker. Opening it, I reach in and grab some stuff. Kids these days happen to talk about anything and everything. So there's a new kid? What about it? I never got this much fuss and gossip when I got here. Not that I needed it. I'm perfectly fine with being a shadow in a world of skyscrapers. Nothing to see here, keep marching along now. Stowing my stuff. I close my locker. I'm turning around to see if Bennet's h
The door slams open, jolting me awake. I'm disoriented for several seconds before I can figure out what's going on. "Cayce! Are you okay? You didn't answer and I-What?! Why is there a werewolf in your bed?!" "What's going on?" says Bennet as he stirs under me. I open my eyes and see that I'm sprawled across Bennet's bare chest. I think it's evening, which means I slept about most of the day. And in the doorway is none other than Henry. He looks scandalized seeing Bennet. Then what he said just dawns on me. "It's okay Henry! Bennet isn't going to hurt us! He's-" But Henry screams and flies across the room, his red-brown wings erupting from his back. He shoves me off the bed and lands on top of Bennet, who is finally waking up to his senses."What's going on? Who's this Cayce?" he asks bewildered at the brown-haired boy on top of him. "I'm Henry and I'm gonna kill you!" screams Henry, extending his wings outward into his trademark snake-fang shape. "No!" I scream.
Waking up in the middle of the night, I try to regain my bearings. How did I get here? In my bed, with a muscled-jock werewolf who is addicted to me. I don't know. Something just makes me feel as if this is too good to be true. That when I look over, the boy with the beautiful face and soft chocolate-colored hair is just going to disappear. I reach out and brush some of it off his forehead. Which wakes him up. "Cayce?" he asks, his blue eyes flashing in the moonlight that filters through the drapes and lands on his face. "What's wrong?" he asks, reaching out and wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I snuggle closer, not answering. But I know if I don't, he'll not rest. So I answer. "I feel so content." "Isn't that a good thing?" asks Bennet, looking down at my face which is lying on his chest. "Yes," I say, "but it makes me scared." "Scared? Why?" "I'm afraid that...I'm afraid that you'll disappear the second that I turn away. A part of me just says that
I don't think there was any other point in time that was this strange. At least in life my life. Bennet and I have been spending the whole of the last two weeks cooped up in my house or his house, being together and safe. Grid and Neil, along with Teddy went to school, but Bennet thought it wasn't safe, hence me being absent. The time we spent together was strange. It was harmony and heaven. A kind of limbo. Because I was just so happy to spend time with him I think I got a little stupid. I was careless, and just a bit of center. The same could be said for Bennet. He accidentally poured bleach into the bathtub instead of a bubble-bath solution. His leg hairs were bleached white. Today, winter break started. Grid, Neil and Teddy didn't have any school, and Harold and Meg are both a bit annoyed that they have to take care of all the kids. I'm just enjoying the company of the Fitzroy family. They're very rowdy, and loud, but they have this strange harmony of theirs. It's nice to
Walking into the kitchen, I take in a deep breath of the good smell of bacon. I sigh in content at the delicious smell. "Good morning Cayce," says Meg when she notices me. "Good morning," I chirp back. I walk over and give a quick hug. "Cooking breakfast?" I ask. "Yeah, gotta have the table ready for the big family," she says as she stirs the bacon with a spatula. Next to the stove two plates piled with buttered pancakes sit steaming. I also see a plate with cooked pieces of tomato, as well as another with sunny-side-up eggs piled on it. "Somebody's been busy," I say nonchalantly. I step over the drying rack and get some water from the tap, taking a sip as I sit at the kitchen island. "Tell me about it," says Meg. She looks over at the clock, about nine in the morning. "They'll start to get up soon. Where's Bennet?" "He's upstairs. He was in the bathroom when I came down here." "How is it sleeping with him?" "It's nice," I say with a grin. "He's like an electric heat
Fredric's hand is just about a foot away from Teddy's head. Now three quarters. I seem to feel something die and another something comes alive in my chest. Hope and dread? Undoubtedly. But then a miracle happens. Teddy bends down and pulls the shell out of the sand. Fredric's sinister grin turns into shock as his hand passes through the air. He loses his balance and steps slightly away from Teddy. That's all I need. I beat my wings back, reach Teddy and hug him to my chest. The shell he was holding falls to the sand. At least I think it did. I've already beat my wings forward so as to propel myself and Teddy backward. Fredric now stands twenty yards away. He has black pants that cling to his legs, and his chest is bare. His wet black hair waves in the light breeze and the clouds cover the sun, blotting out all brightness. Teddy squirms in my arms. "Cayce?" I hear Meg shout. Crap! She's human, she needs to get out of here! I glance back and see Meg running over with the