Pitch (5 page)

“What are you – how dare – I’m going to –”

“Shut up.” His fingers swept down my right arm and pressed over the top of my hand, right where I had been bitten. He froze for half a second, then grabbed the flashlight he had set on the edge of the desk and shined it directly over the bite marks. I looked as well, something I had managed to avoid until now.

I half expected to see my hand oozing puss and blood. I mean, human’s mouths hold some of the dirtiest bacteria on the planet. If I hadn’t been running for my life I would have headed for the nearest doctor’s office ASAP.

My hand didn’t hurt anymore; had not hurt for quite a while. Still, I was not prepared for what I saw. Instead of gooey grossness my hand looked perfectly normal. The only thing different about it was the two white scars evenly spaced between my pointer finger and my thumb. Two white scars shaped like half moons exactly where Angelique had chewed on me like I was some kind of bone.

“You
were
bitten,” the boy accused. He dropped my hand and backed away as if he had just discovered I had some kind of deadly contagious disease. A feeling of unease turned my stomach.  

“Yeah? So? What does it mean?” I said, cradling my arm defensively against my chest. I hadn’t exactly asked to be bitten, yet the boy was acting as if it were my fault.  

“What does it mean?” His laughter echoed through the room, flat and humorless. “It means you’re screwed.”  

CHAPTER SEVEN

Maximus

Well that didn’t sound very promising.

I stared at my hand. Poked at the scars. Wiggled my fingers. Everything felt fine. Everything felt normal. Wasn’t that a good thing? I braced my arms behind me and looked across the room to where the boy was standing, his eyes pinned on my hand.

“What do you mean I’m screwed? And who are you, anyways?” I asked suspiciously. Belatedly I realized I didn’t know anything about him. Who he was. Where he had come from. What his name was. All questions I probably should have gotten answered before I allowed myself to be locked in some forgotten storage unit with him. I seriously needed to work on my self preservation skills.

“Let me see the bite mark again,” he said, holding out his arm.

I snorted. “No way, pal. Not until you start talking. Do you know what’s going on? Do you know what those things are out there?”

“What do
you
think they are?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.”

He shrugged.

“You’re kind of really annoying, you know that right?”

He smiled thinly.

“Okay… Umm… Some kind of cult on a rampage?”

“No.”

“An inbred family of axe murderers?”

His lips twitched. “No.”

“Oh, I’ve got it. They’re a group of murderous vampires bent on destroying the human race.”

“And we have a winner,” he said softly.

“We have a – wait, no. I wasn’t being
serious
.” I rolled my eyes. “I mean, you know what sarcasm is, don’t you?”

He leveled those deep blue, unreadable eyes at me and said, “Do you?”

“I invented sarcasm,” I retorted.

“Then you must know I am not being sarcastic, not even a little bit, when I say your third guess was pretty spot on.”

I actually believed him. For all of two seconds. Then the absurdity of what he was saying sank in and I began to snicker. I mean, vampires? A cult, that was easy to believe. Even axe murderers or Satan worshippers or some military experiment gone wrong. But vampires? As in burn in the sun, sleep in coffins, drink your blood
vampires
? Did he think I was an idiot?

“Is this some sort of… reality show or something?” I gasped out between giggles. “V-v-vampires. You have got to be kidding me!” The laughter roared out of me until I was doubled over with my legs crossed in an effort not to embarrass myself beyond redemption. I didn’t want to be
that
girl. The one who peed her pants on TV.

“I am glad you find all of this so amusing,” the boy said stiffly.

“Oh come on,” I scoffed. “You don’t really expect me to believe you, do you? I’m not
that
gullible. You should have done this whole bit on Travis. Is he in on this? That brat, I bet he is!” Grinning, I scanned each corner of the storage unit, looking for any tell tale red lights that would reveal hidden cameras. I didn’t see any, but that didn’t mean anything. They were probably in the walls themselves, or in the miscellaneous office furniture that was scattered about. Spying a chair that looked suspiciously out of place I grabbed the back of it and rolled it into the light. Crouching down, I began to run my fingers under the seat, feeling for wires.

“Would you like some assistance?” The boy inquired politely. I ignored him.

There had to be a something somewhere. A wire. A light. A microphone.
Something
.

Determined to find it, determined to prove everything I had just endured was one big giant hoax, I flipped the chair on its side and got down on my hands and knees. “What’s your name, anyway?” I grunted out as I pressed the side of my face to the floor and tried to see under the legs of the chair.

“My name?”

“Yeah, your name. You do have a name, don’t you?” A swing of dark hair slipped in front of my eyes and I tucked it impatiently behind my ear, wishing I had remembered to leave the house with an elastic band around my wrist. I had been meaning to chop my hair off for months but had just never gotten around to it. Tomorrow I was going to make it a top priority.

The boy stepped neatly over my legs and knelt down beside me, balancing on the balls of his feet. “My name is Maximus,” he said.

Giving up on the chair, I collapsed on my side and blew a strand of hair out of my face. “Maximus, huh? That’s almost as bad as Lola.”

“Sorrow,” he said cryptically.

“What?”

“That is what Lola means. Sorrow. Or sorrows plural, depending on the quality of the translation.”

My nose wrinkled. “That’s a weird thing to know.”

Maximus rocked back on his heels and stood up. He offered me his hand and I took it without thinking. Only when I was on my feet and he refused to relinquish his grip on my fingers did I realize what he had done. Sneaky bastard.

He examined my new scars intently, pulling my hand so close to his face that for one crazy, breath stopping moment I thought he was going to kiss the small silver half moons. Until with a mutter of disgust he dropped my hand as if it was something vile and wiped his palms vigorously on the sides of his jeans.   

“You’re infected,” he spat.

I studied my hand again. “No,” I said slowly, shaking my head. “I’m not. I don’t know how it healed up so quickly but –”

“Your blood is infected. That’s why you can’t feel pain. Why you can’t feel that cut on your leg. Who bit you?” he asked, taking a menacing step forward and crowding me back against the desk. When my calves bumped into the metal drawers, leaving me with no where else to run, Maximus barricaded me in with his arms and leaned forward until our faces were inches apart, so close I could see my reflection in his pupils. I looked terrified.

“Who bit you, Lola?” he said softly. “I need to know.”

My lower lip quivered. “I – I don’t know what you’re talking about. No one bit me. Not for – not for real. This is all some kind of stupid joke and it’s not funny anymore. I want it to stop. Right now.”

His fingers curled around my wrists, pinning me in place. Little pulses of heat began to radiate up my arm and I shivered even though I was the furthest thing from cold.

“This is not make-believe,” Maximus whispered. “This is not pretend. The monsters are real and they are here and they are
not leaving
. Do you understand?”

I didn’t
want
to understand. To understand would mean to accept. To accept that Travis was in very real danger, if not worse. To accept that the woman I had seen covered in blood was really dead. To accept that the girl who had bitten me was more than a very skilled, very scary actress paid to play a horrible prank.

“Angelique.” My shoulders slumped. “She said her name was Angelique.”

“Angelique,” Maximus repeated. He made it sound like a foul curse word. “I should have known.” He released my wrists to bang his palms hard against the desk, making me jump. Muttering something I couldn’t quite hear he turned away and began to pace up and down the length of the tiny unit. His shadow was enormous on the opposite wall. It moved sinuously, rippling across the stacked furniture and unlabeled boxes like something alive.

Taking in a deep breath to soothe my understandably frazzled nerves, I hopped back up on the edge of the desk and crossed my arms tight across my chest. It was time for some answers and some action. We couldn’t stay in here forever.
I
couldn’t stay in here forever. Not when my dad and Travis were out there… somewhere.

“Sooo,” I said, stretching the word out while I tried to process my jumbled thoughts. “How do you, like, know so much about what is going on?”

“If you are going to waste time asking questions you might as well ask ones worth asking.”

“My teacher said there is no such thing as a stupid question,” I said, barely managing to restrain myself from sticking my tongue out at him. 

Maximus released a short bark of laughter. “Your teacher,” he said as he pivoted to face me, “is an idiot.”

Okay, so he wasn’t too far off there. “Fine. Here’s a question for you. What – exactly – are those things out there?”

“Back to this again so soon? Come on, Lola. You have to be smarter than this if you survived an attack. Dazzle me with your genius.”

“They can’t be vampires. They can’t,” I insisted when he just stood there staring at me. “That’s impossible.”

“Going back in time is impossible. Turning invisible is impossible. Balancing the national debt is impossible. Blood sucking creatures that have been documented since the beginning of time across the entire world? Not impossible.”

“Next you’ll be telling me they sparkle in the daylight.”

“No,” he said, giving me his first real smile. “Never that.”

I didn’t like what that slow, curving smile did to my insides.
Now is not a good time to crush on some strange boy you hardly know
, my practical side scolded.
But so hot… Blue eyes… Hair… Smile… Gah gah…
, my inner girly girl sighed. “So you’re really telling me those are vampires out there,” I said, telling the girly girl to take a hike.

“They prefer to be called Drinkers, but yes.”

My eyes widened. “Ohmygod. Angelique bit me. She BIT me. Am I going to turn into one of them? Am I going to –”

“No, no, and no,” he said, cutting me off. “I said you were infected. I didn’t say you were changed. Use your head, Lola.” He tapped the side of his temple and scowled. “Pay attention. I do not like repeating myself. Angelique marked you. Your blood went into her, became a part of her, which means she will be able to sense you even from a far distance. Even now she could be tracking you. Hunting you.”

“What? But how…” I shook my head, trying to take it all in. “There has to be a way to stop her though, right? I mean, she can’t find me. I can’t let her find me.” The words came out in a frantic rush as I recalled the burning pain. The choking fear. The certainty of death. I could not go through that again. I would not.

Maximus closed the distance between us in one long stride and took my hands in his. He squeezed my fingers and I squeezed back, managing to find a quiet sense of reassurance in his touch. “Stop it,” he said softly, giving me a little shake. His eyes searched mine, probing deep into places I never let anyone look. Places
I
never looked. “You can’t afford to panic. You can’t be afraid. Not now, not ever again. The Drinkers feed on blood and weakness. You have already given them a taste of the first, do not let them have the second.”

“But you said Angelique could–”

The knife silenced me. Maximus drew it out of thin air, or so it seemed. The long blade glinted in the dim light. His left hand, still holding mine, tightened like a manacle clicking into place when I tried to pull away. I swallowed hard.

“What are you doing? Put that down before you hurt someone.”
Before you hurt me
.

“There are two ways to get rid of those scars. Kill the Drinker who bit you… Or cut them from the flesh.”

“Cut them from the flesh?” I echoed in a strangled voice that didn’t sound like my own. “Are you crazy? I’m not letting you come near me with that knife!”

Seconds ticked by, each one longer than the last. I held my breath, waiting to see what Maximus would do. Finally, with a little shrug, he released my hand and tucked the knife back into his belt. “Fine. Just make sure you sleep with one eye open because as long as you have those,” he said, looking down pointedly at my scars, “Angelique will be able to find you.”

Oh crap. Oh crap oh crap oh crap. Was I really going to do this? Why? Why on earth would I ever,
ever
do this? I had gone crazy, I decided. Only a crazy person would believe what I was starting to believe. Only a crazy person would actually consider letting a complete stranger use a knife on her to cut out scars from a vampire bite. A
vampire
bite. It was ridiculous. It was absurd. It was…