A Shade Of Vampire: A Shade Of Novak Part 9

One evening, there was a big boxing match on the TV, followed immediately by soccer, that Jake didn't want to miss, so Ben decided to stay in with him.

Kristal was excited about the idea of a girls' night out. "We'll go out for dinner together," she said, pulling me into her room and sitting me down in front of her dressing table. "Let me do your hair and makeup."

I'd gotten used to the fact that she always liked to dress me up before going out. It was for my own benefit, since she always made me look better than I could. I wasn't used to wearing makeup. I'd never had much occasion to around The Shade.

Kristal began tugging at my long dark hair with a brush, taming it into a slick ponytail. Then she took out her makeup box and set about giving me what she called a "smoky eye" look.

Smoky or not, I had to admit when I looked in the mirror that it suited me. And once I'd changed into one of my new dresses, fastened Griffin's necklace around my neck and pulled on a pair of heels, I felt thoroughly s.e.xy. I even caught Jake eyeing me as we made our way out through the front door.

Just as we were about to enter the elevator, Kristal stopped abruptly.

"Oh, d.a.m.n it. Wait here. I forgot something."

She ran back to the apartment and returned a minute later carrying a small black handbag.

"This is Chloe's," Kristal explained. "She left it with me when we were all out the other night and I forgot to return it to her."

We exited the building and, to my discomfort, she turned right-toward the beach. She picked up her mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Chloe? Hi, you're at Jacob's right now? Okay, don't go anywhere because I'm coming with your bag."

Hurrying alongside her, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. We reached the beach and stopped once we reached Jacob's Restaurant. Chloe, a short brunette, sat next to her boyfriend, John. Kristal walked over and handed her the bag. They were sitting at a table outside in the open air, with a clear view onto the beach.

We were about to leave when Chloe said, "Hey, why don't you join us? There's plenty of room and we haven't even started eating yet."

Kristal answered before even consulting me.

"That sounds like a great idea," she said.

I didn't argue since it would have been too awkward. I took a seat next to Kristal, opposite Chloe and John across the table.

I tried to convince myself that I was being paranoid. Yes, it was night. And yes, we were sitting right on the beach. But we were near a restaurant, and that was probably the worst kind of place to collect humans, with everybody seated at tables. No way to mingle with drunk crowds.

Still, I failed to relax as we sat for hours on the beachfront, so close to where those girls had been abducted. I found myself looking suspiciously at each person who walked by us.

"Are you all right, Rose?" Kristal asked, squeezing my knee beneath the table. "You're awfully quiet."

"Yes, I'm fine," I muttered. "I'm just a little tired."

"We can go back home now if you want. We don't have to stay for dessert."

"Okay," I said, nodding and clutching her hand. "Let's do that."

Kristal called for the bill and insisted on paying for all of us.

We all got up to leave together and I breathed a sigh of relief as we bade goodbye to the couple and left the beach.

I was so focussed on getting back to our apartment that I didn't think to check if anyone was following us.

If I had, I would have noticed two tall, dark figures trailing in the shadows behind us.

Chapter 8: Sofia.

Walking along that Cancn beach that evening after the sun went down was chilling. It looked uncannily similar to the beach I'd been kidnapped from by Lucas all those years ago.

That evening when it all began.

I fantasized briefly about what might have happened had Benjamin Hudson, my best friend, not forgotten it was my birthday that day.

Would none of this have happened? Would I not be standing next to Derek now?

I smiled bitterly as I felt the sand beneath my bare feet. Memories of Ben came flooding back through my mind. That handsome, perfect, blond blue-eyed boy who had once held my heart within the palm of his hand. I could almost feel the exact emotions I'd felt that evening when he'd let me down on my birthday yet again. All because of that cheerleader, Tanya Wilson.

If only you had known then, Sofia, how stupid those feelings would seem now.

That used to be all my world consisted of-Ben and my pain over his latest girlfriend. My pining for his attention.

Derek must have detected what was going through my mind, because he wrapped an arm around me and placed a tender kiss on my forehead. I looked out at the deep dark ocean, fighting to hold back the tears.

Where are you now, Ben?

If only you could see what a beautiful young woman Abby has blossomed into.

If only you could be here with us now.

If only you could have found a love of your own to give you the strength to fight the battle you could have won...

It still haunted me to this day, the way he had just given up on his life. Had he just allowed us to feed him the blood from Derek's palm in those crucial few moments that his soul was still one with his body, he might have been with us now. No matter how hard I tried to understand, I still felt defeated by it. He'd had so much to live for. Yet he'd given it all up willingly, without even a struggle.

I still hadn't forgiven him for it after all these years. And now I doubted that I ever would.

By the time we were halfway along the beach, I'd lost my battle with tears-the memories cutting open my wounds afresh. Wounds that I'd thought had healed years ago.

Derek stopped walking and cradled me against his chest. When Eli and Ibrahim stopped to ask what was wrong, he told them to keep walking.

"I know he's not coming back," I breathed. "And I know it's been years. But, G.o.d, it still hurts. It hurts like it was yesterday."

Derek bent down and kissed my cheek, then brushed his own cool cheek against mine and whispered into my ear, "Some scars just don't heal, Sofia. You need to accept that."

I gripped Derek tighter against me.

"Thank you," I gasped, breaking down into a fresh wave of tears. "I-I needed to hear that."

I sank to my knees and he sat with me. I stayed there sobbing in his arms until I felt steady enough to get up and continue walking.

We ran to catch up with Ibrahim, Eli and Shadow.

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice hoa.r.s.e.

"The last thing you need to do is apologize, Sofia," Eli said.

I gave them a watery smile.

"Okay," I said, drawing in a deep breath. "Let's get down to business."

We walked along the length of the beach that night until we reached the area the humans had disappeared from.

We searched all around, scanned the sand, splashed around in the waves looking for any clue that could tell us what had happened. Shadow was finding nothing of interest to us-although he was certainly finding things that were of interest to him. An orange buoy, a dead whale shark and an unholy amount of seaweed.

Of course, we'd expected not to find anything. After all, if these were supernatural creatures, they wouldn't leave traces.

Once there wasn't any more beach to scan, we all gathered together in a circle and looked at each other. Then all eyes fixed on Eli.

"So?" Ibrahim said.

Eli ran a hand through his hair and heaved a sigh.

"We need to return home and I need to get my maps out."

"And?" Derek said.

"I need to a.n.a.lyze all the locations they've hit over the past few years. I want to see if I can spot any pattern."

"And what if there isn't any pattern?" I asked.

"I agree, it's a long shot," Eli said. "But whoever or whatever is taking these humans has never been caught on any CCTV camera, even after all these years. They-or it-deliberately target wide open areas like this. I don't see what else we can do right now other than try to piece together a pattern. If we are able to spot something, it might give us some clue as to what area they might hit next."

"I suppose it might also give us a clearer guess as to their location," Ibrahim suggested.

Eli nodded. "Because so far, only one thing is apparent. They like their beach parties."

Chapter 9: Rose.

The elevator doors were about to close when a gloved hand slipped through. Two men wearing sungla.s.ses entered the elevator and pressed the b.u.t.ton for the doors to close.

"Sorry," one of them muttered, as he ran a finger over the floor number we had already pressed.

The elevator being small, I huddled closer to Kristal and looked down at the floor. I always felt awkward standing in elevators with strangers.

The ding sounded once we arrived at level seven and the doors opened. The two men's footsteps followed behind us. When we stopped outside the door, I gripped Kristal's hand before she could open the door with her keys. We stayed standing still, waiting for the footsteps to pa.s.s.

They got fainter as they disappeared down the corridor. I breathed out. I released Kristal's hand and she opened the door.

"You sure are jittery tonight," Kristal said as she locked the door behind us.

The television blared from the living room. We left our shoes by the doorway and I sat down on the couch next to the boys, who were munching on popcorn and yelling at the screen. Kristal went into the kitchen and returned later with some fruit tea for us.

"Agh, I can't take any more of this," she said after about two minutes of trying to watch their match. "Let's go into my room."

I followed her and we changed into our pajamas. Then we went into her bathroom. Kristal decided to take a shower while I perched on the counter, removing my smoky eyes. As I was wiping off the last smudge of mascara, my heart leapt into my throat as a crash filled the apartment, followed by yells.

"What the-"

Kristal leapt out of the shower and, flinging on a bathrobe, raced out of the room after me.

Jake and Ben lay flat on the floor with gags in their mouths, struggling against two tall figures wearing long black leather cloaks. Two more men stood standing near the TV, facing Kristal and I. All four men wore balaclavas that covered everything but their eyes.

But those eyes... they were several shades more vivid than they should have been. And the skin surrounding them was far too pallid to be that of a human.

I was too stunned to even scream, though Kristal managed to. As soon as she opened her mouth, the two men launched forward. One grabbed Kristal, stuffed a gag in her mouth, and wrestled her to the ground, while another blue-eyed man chased after me. I sprinted into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the drawer as the vampire entered.

The vampire extended his claws.

"You want to play with knives?" he said. "I can play that game."

As he stepped closer, I waved the knife in front of me and backed up against the kitchen counter. Reaching out, I gripped the kettle and, thanking G.o.d that there was water left over in it, chucked it over him.

He cried out as the boiling water splashed against his face. It gave me a few seconds to leap over the counter and race back out of the kitchen. I ran for the front door, hoping to make it into the corridor where I could scream for help, but I didn't make it that far. The vampire who had wrestled Kristal to the ground grabbed hold of me and tripped me up.

The blue-eyed vampire reentered the living room, his chest heaving with rage. He gripped my neck and pushed me down to my knees.

"Kristoff," he said, breathing heavily. "Take the Novak boy. I'll take the girl. We may as well bring those two along with us too." He gestured toward Jake and Kristal. "Christian and Sebastian-you bring them. Make sure that none of them scream."

I yelled, but he gagged me. He pushed me flat against the ground, face down, and the next thing I knew, there was a loud thud against my skull and all faded to black.

Chapter 10: Sofia.