My Blood Approves: Fate Part 16

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"Well-" Mae hesitantly started to tell me when the bedroom door opened, cutting her off.

"Oh good! You're out of the shower!" Milo burst into the room, beaming with happiness.

At first, I didn't understand why he was coming into the room, but then it dawned me. Before, whenever I went out to something special, as long as I wasn't at Jane's, he helped me get ready.

This wouldn't be any different, and it would actually be kind of nice to do something normal with him. Relatively speaking.

"Sure am." I eyed them both up seriously. "Where am I going tonight?"

"A club," Milo replied, then exchanged a look with Mae. "Oh, you know I'm terrible at secrets anyway. We're going to a vampire club!" He squealed with delight and looked far gayer than he ever had in his mortal life.

"What?" I didn't think I was understanding him right, so I looked at Mae. "What's going on?"

"A vampire club." Mae smiled sympathetically at me, and I knew that she wasn't quite as keen about the idea as Milo. "I think we told you a little bit about them before. They're similar to a regular bar or club, but with, you know, obvious differences. Like vampires, for instance. There's one that Jack frequents from time to time off of Hennepin Avenue, and I've been there a few times. It's fun." She sounded unconvinced, and I wished that Jack were here so I could hear what he had to say about it.

"Obvious differences?" I shook my head. "Like what? Do they have a keg of blood?"

"No, no." Mae laughed nervously and looked away. "Well, not exactly. They do usually have some kind of blood on... tap, I guess." If that was meant to ease my nerves, it failed. Miserably.

"Humans go there all the time, though. And they have bouncers and things in place. It's not meant to be... People aren't..." She sighed as she floundered for words. "They don't harm people there."

"That's where Jack goes to... eat, isn't it?" I gulped.

Thinking about Jack eating made me sick, and I wasn't exactly thrilled by the prospect of seeing where he got his "food." In a way, I was very curious, but mostly, I just didn't like being reminded of the moments her shared with other girls.

"Yes. They have donors there. And most of them know that's what they are." Mae tilted her head slightly, thinking of something. "They call them blood wh.o.r.es. There's a lot of them. But mostly it's just people and vampires doing what anybody does at a club."

"Getting drunk and looking for s.e.x?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Some of them, yes," Mae laughed. "But it's all in fun."

"It's gonna be a blast!" Milo enthused. "I'm so excited to get out of this house and actually do something. Especially with other vampires! Aren't you excited?"

"Yeah," I nodded, but I didn't really know how to feel about it.

I'd never met any other vampires, not that I knew of, anyway. It was intriguing to see what they'd be like, and to see if I'd feel about them the way everyone else seemed to feel about Jack. And since most of them were vampires themselves, I could be out in public with Jack without having to fight off a mob. Just dancing and being out, that's exactly how I wanted to spend my last few days before school.

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On the other hand, I was going to be in a room full of vampires, which still had some frightening implications when I let myself think about it. I didn't think that Jack would do anything as cruel as bite someone in front of me, but there could be someone there he had bitten, someone who knew him more intimately than I did, and that thought made me sick.

"Are you okay, love?" Mae asked me, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.

"You look really pale," Milo agreed. His eyes softened with worry. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you not want to go? We don't have to go. We just thought it might be fun." I could tell how desperately he wanted to do this, and he was willing to give it up for me, so I just shook my head.

"I want to. Really. I do." Then I sighed and decided there was no point in keeping it from them.

Now that Milo was a vampire, I didn't have any reason to have secrets. "I just... I don't want to see anyone that Jack's... bitten."

"Oh," Mae nodded knowingly.

"What?" Milo gave her an odd look..

"You don't understand because you've never been bitten," Mae told him, then turned to me. "Jack doesn't feel it like you feel it. Being bitten is not the same as biting, and it's not the same when you do it for food, versus pleasure."

"I don't follow," I shook my head. Milo sat on the bed, on top of the clothes, and looked her intently. Apparently, this was new information to him, too.

"Don't get me wrong, it feels amazing," Mae explained. "There's few things in life that are better than drinking someone's blood. But in order for the prey-predator relations.h.i.+p to work in our situation, it helps if humans willingly give themselves to us, and that works because they develop an emotional attachment that we don't feel. At all. For us, it's purely physical."

"That sounds like something a guy says after he cheats on you," I pointed out dryly.

"Yes, I suppose it does," Mae smiled. "But it's the truth. And your feelings on this are slightly misleading, also. The only experience you ever had was with Peter, and you have a bond with each other. When you love each other, and you exchange blood, that is the most personal, amazing feeling there is. But just eating, that's nothing really."

"Uh huh," I said skeptically.

"Let me put it this way: Ezra bites other people," Mae looked at me earnestly. "And on occasion, so do I. This doesn't bother me, and it doesn't bother him when I do it. If he let someone bite him, that would bother me. That would be tantamount to cheating."

"I think I understand." What I had felt with Peter, I had felt partially because we were already bonded and partially because I was victim. If anyone bit me, I'd probably feel similarly, but if I bit someone else, I'd feel good, but without all the emotional connection.

"When you're a vampire, you'll get it entirely," Mae a.s.sured me, but that just touched on another raw nerve. Realizing this, she smiled and brushed past it. "Anyway, let's get you dressed!"

"I know you love jeans, but I'm thinking a skirt, definitely," Milo chimed in suddenly and hopped off the bed so he could inspect the clothes. "There really is no other option."

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For the most part, I just agreed with everything they said as Mae and Milo sifted through the clothes. Milo spoke animatedly and happily about everything. Being a vampire sat very well with him. Honestly, I had never seen him so comfortable in his own skin before. Jack's tutelage must've really been helping, because it was an improvement from even a few days ago.

They finally settled on a black skirt (too short) with a black top (too low) and black heels (too high) with a pair of fishnets (just right). I thought the black thing seemed a bit excessive, but Milo reminded me that it was a vampire club. Mae admitted that for some reason, they went along with the goth kid cliches. She blamed it on the modern vampires' obsession with Anne Rice, but in a few decades, that would probably change.

Mae proceeded to do my make up, since that was one area that Milo had never been any help in.

He'd never been quite that gay. He left to finish busying himself with getting ready while she styled my hair and a.s.sured me that I would have fun. Once I got there, I'd understand, and I would have a good time. I asked why she wasn't going, and she just shrugged and said she was too old for it. It wasn't her scene anymore.

When she was finally finished, she paraded me out into the kitchen to show the boys what she had accomplished. Jack was leaning on the island, looking rather handsome. He had traded in his shorts uniform for a dark washed denim and a rather stylish, fitted s.h.i.+rt. As soon as he saw me, he grinned happily and let out a long whistle, making Matilda bark.

"Look at you." Jack stood up straight and looked me over eagerly. His eyes lingered at the hem of my skirt, and I squirmed a bit. "I might like that skirt even more than I like those little short things you wearing this morning."

"Jack," Mae said disapprovingly.

"You're the one that dressed her up," Jack pointed out and looked at Mae.

"Just be good," Mae warned.

"I'm always good," Jack grumbled.

"You do look really good," Milo commented, and I felt embarra.s.sed because I hadn't even noticed he was in the kitchen.

"So do you," I told him lamely. All he had done was change his s.h.i.+rt and I suspected that he did something infinitesimal to his hair, but he did look really good.

"I want you kids to have fun, but you need to be careful," Mae said seriously. "And I'm talking to you, Jack. You need to keep your eyes on both of them. Milo's really young, and Alice's... Well, you need to watch them both."

"I know," Jack rolled eyes. "I got it when we had this conversation twenty times this morning." He had already tired of her lecture, so he started edging towards the door, and I followed after him.

"Stay close to Jack, and don't go anywhere with anyone, okay?" Mae cautioned, looking at me directly.

"And just remember. Vampires are like men. They only think about one thing."

"So vampire men really only think about one thing?" Milo asked with a deviant glint in his eye.

"You only think about one thing?" I teased, looking up at Jack.

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"I'm thinking about one thing right now." His tone was joking, but he was looking at me seriously.

He suddenly felt dangerously close to me, and my pulse quickened happily.

"Jack!" Mae snapped.

"Being good!" Jack announced and turned away from me.

"You better be!" Mae insisted anxiously. "I'm trusting you! They're both in your care, and I expect them to come in the exact same condition they are now! Is that clear?"

"It's been clear all day." Jack was walking backwards to the door, so he could mount his escape while still looking at her, and Milo and I trailed right after him. "You know, I'm middle aged, Mae.

You think you'd start trusting me by now."

"I would if you acted your age for a change!" Mae called after him, but he was already slipping out he garage door.

I waved at her timidly before I left, and she just pursed her lips and hugged herself tightly. I'm sure she was already regretting her decision to let us go. On the other hand, I didn't really feel that nervous. After all, I was with two vampires that would probably kill anyone that tried to mess with me. What was the worst that could happen?

Chapter 13.

Ezra was out of town, so Jack got to take the Lamborghini to the club, making me feel rather high cla.s.s. Milo kept begging to the drive the car, since apparently Jack had been giving him driving lessons, but it was Ezra's really expensive car, so he refused to let him. I knew that Milo was immortal now, but I still wasn't ready to risk him driving around. Not just yet.

We parked by First Avenue, but it wasn't until we got out of the car that I realized that it was the same parking garage that Jack had first met me in. It made sense, since he said he'd just gotten done eating at the club when he ran into me, and then saved my life from some ridiculous hooligans. It was so weird to think that if I hadn't stumbled into that garage that night, my entire life would turn out differently.

"You coming?" Jack asked, looking at me curiously. He and Milo had taken a couple steps ahead of me, but I stood just outside the car, looking around kind of dazed.

"Yeah," I nodded, and slowly followed after him.

The sidewalk was intermittently littered with people with doing similar things as we were. Summer was drawing to close, and girls were getting the short skirts and halter tops out of their system.

The Minneapolis skyline towered over us, and the sounds of music from various clubs and voices of people talking echoed off the buildings around. I looked down the street at the brightly lit marquees announcing clubs and restaurants and plays, and I wondered what there would be outside marking the vampire club.

"What's this place called anyway?" I asked.

"It doesn't really have a name," Jack said noncommittally.. "It's like an underground thing."

"Well, what do people call it? Like, the ones that don't know it's a vampire club? Or even the ones that do. What do they say in mixed company?" I pressed.

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While there were people probably within hearing distance, I didn't bother to lower my voice or hide the term "vampire." Most people were either drunk or on cell-phones or too embroiled in their own drama to notice anything I was saying. Most of them only gave a fleeting glance at Jack and Milo.

"I don't know," Jack shrugged. "I think they call it V or something."

"That's not very creative," I scowled.