Marked (book 1) by Kristin Cast (novel books to read TXT) 📕

about bloodlust and other things mature vamps have to deal with during your fifth form, and then, in your final year, that's mostly what school focuses on--that and whatever you've decided to major in.""But I'm a third former--barely I mean, I've only been Marked a few days.""Your Mark is different; you're different," he said."I don't want to be different!" I realized I was shouting and got my voice under control. "I just want to figure out how to get through this like everybody else.""Too late, Z," he said."So what now?""I think you'd better talk to your mentor. It's Neferet, isn't it?""Yeah," I said miserably."Hey, cheer up. Neferet's great. She hardly ever takes on fledglings to mentor anymore, so she must really believe in you.""I know, I know. It's just that this makes me feel..." How did I feel about talking to Neferet about what had happened tonight? Embarrassed. Like I was twelve years old again and I had to tell our male gym teacher that I'd started my period and had to go to the locker room to change my shorts. I peeked sideways at Erik. There he sat, gorgeous and attentive and perfect. Hell. I couldn't tell him that. So instead I blurted, "Stupid. It makes me feel stupid." Which wasn't actually a lie, but mostly what it made me feel, besides embarrassed and stupid, was scared. I didn't want this thing that made it impossible for me to fit in."Don't feel stupid. You're actually way ahead of the rest of us.""So...," I hesitated, then took a deep breath and barreled on, "did you like the way the blood in the goblet tasted tonight?""Well, here's the deal with that: My first Full Moon Ritual with the Dark Daughters was at the end of my third former year. Except for the 'refrigerator' that night, I was the only third former there-- just like you tonight." He gave a small, humorless laugh. "They only invited me because I'd finaled in the Shakespeare soliloquy contest and was being flown to London for the competition the next day." He glanced at me and looked a little embarrassed. "No one from this House of Night had ever made it to London. It was a big deal." He shook his head self-mockingly. "Actually, I thought I was a big deal. So the Dark Daughters invited me to join them, and I did. I knew about the blood. I was given the opportunity to turn it down. I didn't.""But did you like it?"This time his laugh was real. "I gagged and puked my guts up. It was the most disgusting thing I'd ever tasted."I groaned. My head dropped forward and I put my face in my hands. "You're not helping me.""Because you thought it was good?""Better than good," I said, my face still in my hands. "You say it was the most disgusting thing you'd ever tasted? I thought it was the most delicious. Well, the most delicious until I--" I stopped, realizing what I had been about to say."Until you tasted fresh blood?" he asked gently.I nodded my head, afraid to speak.He tugged at my hands, making me unbury my face. Then he put his finger under my chin and forced me to look straight at him. "Don't be embarrassed or ashamed. It's normal.""Loving the taste of blood is not normal. Not for me.""Yes, it is. All vampyres have to deal with their lust for blood," he said."I am not a vampyre!""Maybe you're not--yet. But you're also definitely not the average fledgling, and there's nothing wrong with that. You're special, Zoey, and special can be amazing."Slowly, he took his finger from my chin and, as he had earlier that night, he traced the shape of a pentagram softly over my darkened Mark. I liked the way his finger felt against my skin-- warm and a little rough. I also liked that being near him didn't set off all the weird reactions I'd had to being close to Heath. I mean, I couldn't hear Erik's blood beating or see the pulse in his neck jumping. Not that I'd mind if he kissed me....Hell! Was I becoming a vampyre slut? What was next? Would no male of any species (which might even include Damien) be safe around me? Maybe I should avoid all guys until I figured out what was going on with me and knew I could control myself.Then I remembered that I had been trying to avoid everyone, which is why I was out here in the first place."What are you doing out here, Erik?""I followed you," he said simply."Why?""I figured I knew what Aphrodite had pulled in there and I thought you might need a friend. You're rooming with Stevie Rae, right?" I nodded."Yeah, I thought about finding her and sending her out here to you, but I didn't know if you'd want her to know about..." He paused and made a vague gesture back in the direction of the rec hall."No! I--I don't want her to know." I stumbled over the words, I said them so fast."That's what I thought. So, that's why you're stuck with me." He smiled and then looked kinda uncomfortable. "I really didn't mean to listen in between you and Heath. Sorry about that."I focused on petting Nala. So, he'd watched Heath kiss me, and then saw the whole blood thing. God, how embarrassing...Then a thought struck me and I glanced up at him, smiling ironically. "I guess that makes us even. I didn't mean to listen in between you and Aphrodite, either."He smiled back at me. "We're even. I like that."His smile made my stomach do funny things. "I wouldn't really have flown down and sucked Kayla's blood," I managed to say.He laughed. (He had a really nice laugh.) "I know that. Vampyres can't fly.""It freaked her out, though," I said."From what I saw, she deserved it." He waited a beat and then said, "Can I ask you something? It's kinda personal.""Hey, you've seen me drink blood from a cup and like it, puke, kiss a guy, lick his blood like I'm a puppy, and then bawl my eyes out. And I've seen you turn down a blow job. I think I can manage to answer a kinda personal question.""Was he really in a trance? He looked like it and he sounded like it."I squirmed uncomfortably and Nala complained at me till I petted her quiet."It seemed like he was," I finally managed to say. "I don't know if it was a trance or not--and I totally didn't mean to put him under my power or anything freaky like that--but he did change. I dunno. He'd been smoking and drinking. He might have just been high." I heard Heath's voice again, rising from my memory like a cloying mist: Yes...whatever you want...I'll do whatever you want. And I saw that intense look he'd given me. Hell, I hadn't even known Heath the Jock was capable of that kind of intensity (at least off the football field). I knew for sure he couldn't spell the word (intensity, not football)."Had he been like that the whole time, or just after you...um...started to--""Not the whole time. Why?""Well, that rules out two things that could have been making him act weird. One--if he was just high then he would have been like that the whole time. Two--he might have been acting like that because you're really pretty, and that alone could make a guy feel like he's in a trance around you."His words made something flutter low in my stomach again-- something that no guy had made me feel before. Not Heath the Jock, or Jordon the Sloth, or Jonathan the Stupid Band Kid (my dating history isn't long, but it's colorful)."Really?" I said like a moron."Really." He smiled very unmoronically.How could this guy like me? I'm a blood-drinking dork."But that wasn't it either, because he should have noticed how hot you look even before you kissed him, and what you're saying is that he didn't seem entranced until after blood came into the picture."(Entranced--hee hee--he actually said entranced.) I was too busy grinning stupidly at his use of complex vocab to think before I answered him. "Actually, it happened when I started to hear his blood." "Say again?"Ah, crap. I hadn't meant to say that. I cleared my throat. "Heath started to change when I heard the blood pounding through his veins.""Only adult vamps can hear that." He paused and then, with a quick smile added, "And Heath sounds like the name of a gay soap opera star.""Close. He's BA's star quarterback."Erik nodded and looked amused."Uh, by the way, I like what you changed your name to. Night is a cool last name," I said, trying to hold up my end of the conversation and say something even slightly insightful.His smile widened. "I didn't change it. Erik Night is the name I was born with.""Oh, well. I like it." Why didn't someone just shoot me?"Thanks."He glanced at his watch and I could see that it was almost six thirty--in the A.M., which still seemed freaky."It'll be getting light soon," he said.Guessing that this was our cue for us to go our separate ways, I started to gather my feet under me and get a better hold on Nala so I could stand up, and I felt Erik's hand under my elbow, steadying me. He helped me up and then just stood there, so close that Nala's tail was brushing against his black sweater."I'd ask if you wanted to get something to eat, but the only place serving food right now is the rec hall, and I don't think you want to go back there.""No, definitely not. But I'm not hungry anyway." Which, I realized as soon as I said it, was a big lie. At the mention of food I was suddenly starving."Well, do you mind if I walk you back to your dorm?" he asked."Nope," I said, trying to be nonchalant.Stevie Rae, Damien, and the Twins would totally die if they saw me with Erik.We didn't say anything as we started walking, but it wasn't an awkward, uncomfortable silence. Actually, it was nice. Once in a while our arms would brush against each other and I thought about how tall and cute he was and how much I'd like him to hold my hand."Oh," he said after a while, "I didn't finish answering your question before. The first time I tasted blood at one of the Dark Daughters' rituals I hated it, but it got better and better each time. I can't say I think it's delicious, but it's grown on me. And I definitely like the way it makes me feel."I looked sharply at him. "Dizzy and kinda weak-kneed? Like you're drunk, only you're not.""Yeah. Hey, did you know it's impossible for a vamp to get drunk?" I shook my head. "It's something about what the Change does to our metabolism. It's even tough for fledglings to get wasted.""So drinking blood is the way vamps get wasted?"He shrugged. "I suppose. Anyway, drinking human blood is forbidden for fledglings.""Well then why hasn't anyone clued the teachers in on what Aphrodite's up to?""She's not drinking human blood.""Uh, Erik, I was there. Blood was definitely in the wine and it came from that Elliott kid." I shuddered. "And what a gross choice he was, too.""But he's not human," Erik said."Wait--it's forbidden to drink human blood," I said slowly. (Oh, hell! That's what I'd just done.) "But it's okay to drink another fledgling's blood?""Only if it's consensual.""That makes no sense.""Sure it does. It's normal for our bloodlust to develop as our bodies Change, so we need an outlet. Fledglings heal quickly, so there's no real chance of someone getting hurt. And there aren't any aftereffects, like when a vamp feeds off a living human."What he was saying was banging through my head like the annoying, too-loud music that blared in Wet Seal, and I grasped the first thing I could think clearly about.