Its not so bad, he offered. Look, Claire
Dont.
You still going to tell the cops? That was Coffee Bar Jerk.
No, Claire said.
Bullshit! Yes, Eve said. A world of yes. So youd better not try this again. Ever. And besides, if you do, the last thing you have to worry about is the cops. Right, Sam?
Sam nodded without speaking.
Lets get out of here. Claire? Can you walk?
I can try.
But the world just slipped out from under her when she got up, and she fell into Eves arms. Eve juggled her awkwardly, trying to find the right way to hold her up, and suddenly Claire was floating about four feet off the ground.
Oh. Sam had her, and he was holding her as if she were as heavy as a bag of feathers.
Hey, Coffee Bar Jerk said. Sam stopped on his way to the door. Sorry, seriously. It was justMonica said
Stop, man, Ian said. Monica just gave us the idea. We were the ones who did it. No excuses.
Yeah, Coffee Bar Jerk said. Whatever, man. Wont happen again.
If it does, Sam said, never mind the police. Ill find you.
Things were melting into one another. Claire felt sick and disoriented, and only having her arms around Sams cool, strong neck kept her from floating away on a tide of chemicals. When she opened her eyes she caught flashes. The EEK frat house was trashed. Furniture broken, walls bashed, people lying on the floor
And some of them were bloody.
Eve stopped and pressed her fingers to the throat of a boy wearing full vamp gear, including the teeth; his blue eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. He didnt move.
Hes dead, she whispered.
There was a wooden stake in his chest.
Buthe wasnt a vampire, Claire said. Right?
They didnt care. He looked like one, and he must have gotten in the way, Sam said. There are two vampires dead in the other room. This one was a mistake.
In the other room? Claire asked. How do you know?
I know. Sam stepped over the body and moved around a busted-up couch. Glass crunched under his feet. The sirens were getting closer now, late to the party as usual.
Was it Franks guys? Eve asked. The bikers?
Sam didnt answer, but he didnt really have to. How many rampaging antivamp gangs could there be in Morganville?
Claire closed her eyes and let her head drop against Sams chest, meaning just to rest for a second.
Andshe just left the world for a while.
Claire woke up to the sound of voices and a headache the size of Cleveland inside of her skull; her mouth was dry as a bone, and her tongue a thick roll of felt covered in sandpaper. Also, hello, nausea.
She was lying in her own bed, at home.
Claire rolled out, ran to the bathroom, and took care of the sickness first, then looked in the mirror. It was horrible. Her face was smeared with makeup, her black eyeliner smudged every which way, her black-sprayed hair sticking up in thick clumps.
Claire started the shower, stripped off the Goth disguise, and sat in the tub with the water pounding down. There wasnt enough soap in the world, really, but she tried, scrubbing hard. Scrubbing until her skin was stinging.
She froze at the sound of a knock on the bathroom door. Claire? Its Eve. You okay?
Yeah, she said. Im okay. Her voice sounded thick and weak.
Eve must have taken her at her word, because she went away. Claire wished she hadnt, somehow; she needed somebody to ask; she needed somebody to be there for her. I was almost
The worst part of it was that they werent monsters, those guys. In fact, they were probably okay most of the time. How was that even possible? How could people be good and bad at the same time?
Good was good; bad was badyou had to draw a line, right? Like with the vampires? some part of her mind whispered. Wheres Amelie, then? Wheres Sam? Sam saved your life. Which side of the line do you put him on?
She didnt know. And she didnt want to think about it anymore. Claire sat under the pounding hard rain of the hot water and let it all go for a while, until the water started to run cool and she remembered that Eve probably wanted to shower, too. Crap. She jumped up, turned off the taps, and dried off, realized she hadnt brought more clothes in with her, and wrapped in the towel for the fast trip to her room.
When she opened the bathroom door, Michael was standing right outside. He looked up, saw she wasnt dressed, and looked briefly conflicted.
He solved it by turning his back. Go get some clothes on, he said. Then I need to talk to you.
What time is it? she asked. He didnt answer, and she felt something sick take hold in her stomach. Michael? What time is it?
Just get dressed, he said. And come downstairs.
Chapter Twenty-eight
She raced to her room, dropped the towel, and grabbed her little travel clock.
It was four a. M. Dawn was just a couple of hours away. No, she whispered. No Shed been asleep for hours.
No time to waste, then. Claire put on underwear, jeans, and a T-shirt, grabbed her shoes and socks, and hurried to the stairs.
She stopped on the first step down when she heard Amelies voice. Amelie? In the house? Why? Sam, she kind of expectednot that Michael liked any vampires, but hey, he was family, right? And besides, Sam seemed okay. And sure enough, she caught sight of Sams copper-colored hair when she eased down another step; he was standing in the far corner, near the kitchen, with his arms folded.
Amelie and Michael were in the center of the room.
Hey! Eves voice, coming from behind her, made her jump. Claire turned and saw Eve standing there in a thick black bathrobe, clothes in her arms. Im taking my shower. Tell them Ill be there soon, okay?
Eve looked tired, her makeup sweated or smeared away. Claire felt guilty about using all the hot water. Okay, she said, and edged another step down toward the living room. Eves footsteps creaked behind her, and the bathroom door closed. The water went on.