Dark Secrets (Dark Secrets #1)(104)
Author: A.M. Hudson

“Ara, what do you think they will think? We’re teenagers. Let them think what they want. They’ll never guess the truth.”

“Well, at least that part’s true.” No one would guess that I led a vampire under the stage and let him bite me. Or even more so—that I bit him. It didn’t matter what they thought, anyway. I was so damn hungry that if I didn’t go eat, David would become the next victim of the ogre. Then, he wouldn’t need to worry about me becoming a people-eater, because he’d be in my stomach.

David shook his head, laughing softly. “I can think of a few ways I could be in your stomach, Ara, without being eaten. Of course, you’d still have to put a part of me in your mouth.”

My lips gaped, a giant huff expelling between them.

His eyes widened. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean it that way. I meant blood—drinking my blood.” He held his wrist up.

I dropped the insult and giggled into my hand.

“I’m so sorry, Ara. That came out sounding…incredibly wrong.”

“Yes, but, it was also funny to watch you react that way.”

He lowered his head and shook it, a sharp intake of air whistling through his teeth.

“I love you, David,” I said, still laughing at his fallibility.

“Come on.” He reached for my hand. “Shall we head back out and face the music?”

“Yes.” The reality simmered over me then and I shook my head at myself. “I can’t believe I just provoked a vampire into biting me.” Therapy, anyone?

David cleared his throat. “You said it first.”

“Hey!” I dropped my hands to my hips. “I’ll give you therapy in a minute, if you don’t stop reading my mind.”

He chuckled, wandering across the room to grab his jacket. I loved it when he laughed. It made him seem so normal—so human.

“Except, there is nothing human about what we just did,” he joked.

“Stay out of my mind!” I headed for the door in a stormy huff.

“Wait.” He grabbed my arm and held up his jacket. “You might want to put this on.”

I frowned at him; he pointed to my neck. Oh crap! The bite! If it looked as bad as it burned, people would think David did something really horrible to me.

“I did.” He held his jacket out, pulled it closed around my chest once my arms were in, and kissed my brow.

“What about you? I bit you.”

“I’ll be healed by the time I cross the room. But you—” he laughed, running his finger over my bruise again, “—you may take a little longer.”

“How long?”

“If you heal fast—a week, maybe. If not—a month.”

Crud! “If Dad sees it, he’ll freak.”

“Ara, he’ll freak if word gets back to him that we were even in this closet—alone.”

Damn. Didn’t think of that. I wrapped my hand over the bite. The rough denim of David’s jacket rubbed against it, making it sting more. But, since he’d been wearing the coat all day, the strong smell of him was all over me like a warm breath, so I didn’t mind one bit.

“Oh, and one more thing.” He grabbed my arm again. “The history paper?”

“What about it?”

He kissed my temple quickly. “Don’t do vampires.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t.”

“You never give me a reason.”

“I don’t have to—you should just trust me.”

“No way. What do you think this is? The eighteen-hundreds?”

“No. I think you are a human, and I’m a vampire—and I have my reasons.” He turned away with a sly smile, and the room filled with light as he opened the door, severing any further discussion.

Hmph! I’m still doing vampires. You can’t stop me.

He leaned closer and muttered, “Try me.”

A group of David’s friends, only at rehearsal for their stupid comedy skit, burst into a Mexican wave as we walked out, sending me spinning back toward the closet.

David grabbed me by the coat. “Keep walking, Ara.”

“Hey, Dave? Man, your jeans are wet,” one of the jock’s pointed to the soda spill.

“Funny. Real funny.” David nodded and took my hand.

“Now I wish you had eaten me in there,” I said.

He laughed as we wandered back to our table. “Don’t worry about it. No one will pass any further comment on it. I’ll personally see to that.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He squeezed my hand.

“Oh, hey, you’re back.” Emily smiled casually.

“Are we? Didn’t notice,” I said.

She rolled her eyes.

“Do I need to ask what you two were up to in there?” Ryan’s brows rose and fell a few times.

“We were just talking,” David said casually and pushed my chair in for me as I sat down.

“Right, ‘cause everyone goes to the make-out room to ‘talk’,” Spencer said.

“As a matter of fact, that’s exactly why we were in there,” David said, then winked at me. “I would never be so inappropriate as to display my affections for the girl I love, in a closet space.”

Everyone looked into their laps. Conversation. Over.

“So. Subject change,” Emily chimed in, motioning around the table. “The memorial concert? The whole reason we’re here?”

“Let’s start the rehearsal, then.” I grinned, biting into my nachos, but they tasted boring in comparison to David.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him grin, and while conversations went on around us, David reached into my lap and took my hand, winding his leg under my ankle. And it felt nice—like the way things should be; sitting at lunch with friends, talking about normal things, concealing the burning desire to run away with the boy you love, and never let him go.

Thursday passed with a rhythmic pace; note-passing with David when we were in the same classes—only I didn’t need to pass them to him, since he just read my mind; talking with Emily in History, trying to get kicked into Mr Adams’ class, and lunch times with my group of friends in the auditorium, rehearsing for the memorial concert. When the day ended, I said my goodbyes and wandered across the field toward my dad’s house, stealing the quiet for my own private thoughts—for once. The sun warmed my upturned face and the wind caressed the crevices around my nose and under my chin. I closed my eyes, entrusting the safety of the widespread field of grass as I bounced along, smiling to myself, for no other reason than that I was happy.