Broken Heart 01 I'm the Vampire, That's Why by Michele Bardsley Page A
Authors: Michele Bardsley
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beating a mile a minute. Fear rolled off my kids as they gaped at me.
"I'm not a monster," I said, looking at Jenny. She met my gaze, but still seemed distrustful. And she was so scared. Oh sweet baby girl. It's okay . "But something very bad happened to me… and because it did, I've changed."
Bryanfrowned. "You mean literally, right? Not emotional, but real. Something physical."
I raised my eyebrows, surprised atBryan 's intuitiveness. And that he knew how to use "literally" in a sentence.
The time had come to tell them the truth. I squared my shoulders and looked at Bryan and Jenny. Then, I admitted, "I'm a vampire."
Chapter 10
Bryan and Jenny looked at each other, then at me, then at each other again.
They burst into laughter.
While this reaction was certainly preferable to screaming and wailing, it was disconcerting. And weirdly unsatisfying.
"I'm serious. I'm a vampire. I'm even one of Seven Sacred Sects."
The tongue twister brought on fresh gales of merriment.Bryan brushed his sister's hair behind her ear.
"See, Jenny? She's just playing a trick on us."
For all her giggling, I noticed that Jenny hadn't moved away from her brother's protection. I was nonplussed. How did I convince them I was a vampire without scaring the crap out of them? How did I tell them I was one of the undead… that I would never grow old and never change appearance? That I would outlive them?
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These worries cut me to the very quick. Maybe my kids sensed the change in my mood because their laughs faded.
"Were you really sick, Mom? Are you sure you feel better? You look so pale."
Bryan's solicitous comments were surprising. In typical male fashion, he eschewed illness, particularly mine. Like most men,Bryan chose to growl and fuss rather than nurture and show compassion.
At a loss to explain everything that had happened since Wednesday night, I decided it would be better to wait for the Saturday night meeting. At least then all the parents would be together with Consortium members… and Patrick would be there. I wouldn't be alone, floundering my way through explanations.
"Why don't you two go back to bed? We'll talk about this tomorrow."
"Will you get up in the morning with us?" asked Jenny in a polite little voice she reserved for Sunday school teachers and boys who doubted her ability to throw a baseball.
"No. I… uh…"
"Dr. Stan is taking us on a picnic," she said in the same awful tone. "Damian promised to catch me a frog."
I heard her message. If you won't be there then how can we count on you? You've let us down. How can we trust you? You've abandoned us, just like Daddy .
"Jenny, cut it out. You're acting stupid."Bryan yawned. "I'm going to bed. Get out of my room, squirt."
"I want to stay with you."
"No way."
"Please,Bryan . I don't want to go out with… her ."
Hurt was a lightning strike in my heart. I tried to tell myself she was just upset, but still… I was her mother. She should never doubt my love. Never.
Before I could decide what to do, I felt an alteration in the air. A silver mist formed, shimmering into a neck-biting gorgeous male. Patrick. He stood next to the bed, looking at the children. "You will not remember me," he commanded softly. "Neither of you saw your mother this night. Sleep, clann , and enjoy wonderful dreams."
The kids closed their eyes, slumped against each other, and fell into an immediate, deep sleep. Sheesh.
Why hadn't I thought about doing that? I had the ability.
"You're still getting used to your powers," said Patrick. "Once you learn how to use your new skills, they will become second nature."
Patrick looked at Jenny and to my amazement, my little girl rose into the air, Mr. Fluffykins dropping from her loose grip. As she drifted toward me,Bryan sprawled onto his stomach and snored lightly.
I wrapped my arms around the floating Jenny and buried my face into her hair. Terror ripped through
"I'm not a monster," I said, looking at Jenny. She met my gaze, but still seemed distrustful. And she was so scared. Oh sweet baby girl. It's okay . "But something very bad happened to me… and because it did, I've changed."
Bryanfrowned. "You mean literally, right? Not emotional, but real. Something physical."
I raised my eyebrows, surprised atBryan 's intuitiveness. And that he knew how to use "literally" in a sentence.
The time had come to tell them the truth. I squared my shoulders and looked at Bryan and Jenny. Then, I admitted, "I'm a vampire."
Chapter 10
Bryan and Jenny looked at each other, then at me, then at each other again.
They burst into laughter.
While this reaction was certainly preferable to screaming and wailing, it was disconcerting. And weirdly unsatisfying.
"I'm serious. I'm a vampire. I'm even one of Seven Sacred Sects."
The tongue twister brought on fresh gales of merriment.Bryan brushed his sister's hair behind her ear.
"See, Jenny? She's just playing a trick on us."
For all her giggling, I noticed that Jenny hadn't moved away from her brother's protection. I was nonplussed. How did I convince them I was a vampire without scaring the crap out of them? How did I tell them I was one of the undead… that I would never grow old and never change appearance? That I would outlive them?
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These worries cut me to the very quick. Maybe my kids sensed the change in my mood because their laughs faded.
"Were you really sick, Mom? Are you sure you feel better? You look so pale."
Bryan's solicitous comments were surprising. In typical male fashion, he eschewed illness, particularly mine. Like most men,Bryan chose to growl and fuss rather than nurture and show compassion.
At a loss to explain everything that had happened since Wednesday night, I decided it would be better to wait for the Saturday night meeting. At least then all the parents would be together with Consortium members… and Patrick would be there. I wouldn't be alone, floundering my way through explanations.
"Why don't you two go back to bed? We'll talk about this tomorrow."
"Will you get up in the morning with us?" asked Jenny in a polite little voice she reserved for Sunday school teachers and boys who doubted her ability to throw a baseball.
"No. I… uh…"
"Dr. Stan is taking us on a picnic," she said in the same awful tone. "Damian promised to catch me a frog."
I heard her message. If you won't be there then how can we count on you? You've let us down. How can we trust you? You've abandoned us, just like Daddy .
"Jenny, cut it out. You're acting stupid."Bryan yawned. "I'm going to bed. Get out of my room, squirt."
"I want to stay with you."
"No way."
"Please,Bryan . I don't want to go out with… her ."
Hurt was a lightning strike in my heart. I tried to tell myself she was just upset, but still… I was her mother. She should never doubt my love. Never.
Before I could decide what to do, I felt an alteration in the air. A silver mist formed, shimmering into a neck-biting gorgeous male. Patrick. He stood next to the bed, looking at the children. "You will not remember me," he commanded softly. "Neither of you saw your mother this night. Sleep, clann , and enjoy wonderful dreams."
The kids closed their eyes, slumped against each other, and fell into an immediate, deep sleep. Sheesh.
Why hadn't I thought about doing that? I had the ability.
"You're still getting used to your powers," said Patrick. "Once you learn how to use your new skills, they will become second nature."
Patrick looked at Jenny and to my amazement, my little girl rose into the air, Mr. Fluffykins dropping from her loose grip. As she drifted toward me,Bryan sprawled onto his stomach and snored lightly.
I wrapped my arms around the floating Jenny and buried my face into her hair. Terror ripped through
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