Part 4 (1/2)

”No. We were low on blood at the house, so I went to the bank and picked some up. We're gonna need more blood around with Milo.” He said it so matter-of-factly, but in a weird way, it hadn't fully sunk in with me yet. Milo was going to be drinking blood from here on out.

”When does Milo need to eat?” I tried not to gulp.

”Soon, I think.” Jack looked over at me to see how I was taking things. I must've managed to look pretty okay, because he continued. ”At first, he's going to eat a lot. The turning takes a lot out of you, and he doesn't really understand how to gauge his hunger. It varies from vampire to vampire how long it'll take him to get it under control. But you might have to be careful around him for awhile.”

”What do you mean?” I turned to Jack sharply, and he sighed.

”Alice, he's going to be a vampire,” Jack explained evenly. ”He'll want blood, all the time at first, and he's going to be acutely aware of all the blood you have flowing in your veins.”

”He's gonna try and eat me?” My eyes widened.

”Well... maybe.”

”I can't believe this is happening,” I groaned. Closing my eyes, I leaned back in the seat and tried really hard not to look as freaked out as I felt.

”It won't be so bad,” Jack tried to sound cheerful. ”I mean, I'm not so bad, right?”

”So what's gonna happen?” I turned to look at him, but he just shook his head.

”I can't really say for sure.”

”What do you mean you can't say? You're a vampire. You know what it's like to be one,” I said incredulously.

”Yeah, but it's different for everybody.” He wanted to let it go with that, but I just kept glaring at him skeptically until he continued. ”You already know the basics. I don't even know what you're trying to find out.”

”This whole turning process,” I elaborated. ”What does that entail exactly?”

”I don't know,” Jack answered, and I scoffed. ”What? I can't really remember, and I've never seen anybody else turn.”

”How can you not remember?” I couldn't tell if he was lying or not, but it seemed pretty ridiculous to me that he couldn't remember the most important event of his life, especially since it hadn't been that long ago.

I could understand if Ezra had forgotten, but sixteen years was relatively short.

23.

”Do you remember being born?” Jack countered.

”No, but I wasn't twenty-four when it happened,” I retorted.

”Well...” He sighed and shook his head. We had finally pulled up in front of my brownstone, but we sat in the car as he tried to think of a way to explain it to me. ”I know Mae can remember her turning pretty vividly, and I think Peter can too. But I can't. Mine's all hazy, like a dream I had a very long time ago. I don't know. I just can't remember pain very well, I guess.”

”So it is really painful?” I pressed, even though I wasn't sure I'd want to know.

”Your body dies,” Jack said softly. ”Not all of it, but enough of it where you can really feel it. Your whole system is changing and becoming something else entirely. But it only lasts a few days, and then everything feels really wonderful.”

”Is there anything they can do for the pain?” I asked hopefully.

”You're really so much better off talking to Ezra about all of this.” His evasiveness led me to believe there wasn't anything they could do except let it happen.

”Do you think I made the right choice?”

”I think you made the only choice,” Jack told me solemnly. Then he smiled crookedly, trying to brighten my mood. ”Come on. Let's go pack your stuff so we can hurry up and have a sleepover.”

”You make it sound so much more fun than it really is,” I muttered and got out of the car.

”Hey, any time you spend with me is a fun!” Jack insisted, following me out.

”Oh, yeah, last night was a total hoot.” I had meant it at as some kind of joke, but the hurt, apologetic look on Jack's face meant that I had cut a lot deeper than I meant to. ”I didn't mean it like that.”

”Nah, you're right.” He brushed me off and went into the apartment building in front of me.

The apartment looked the same as it always had, but it felt smaller somehow. Thankfully, my mother was at work, because I didn't think I was quite ready to have an actual confrontation with her. It would be too hard trying to tell her Milo wasn't coming home, even if I was just feeding her a line about staying in a vacation house that didn't exist.

Milo's room was immaculate, which made it easier to find the things that I needed to pack. For now, he mostly only needed clothes, so I just tried to pick out what I thought were his favorites.

Jack had tagged along for moral support, but he ended up being a huge motivator. I tended to just stand and stare at things until he prompted me to do something, like pick up a s.h.i.+rt. It was surprisingly hard going through all his stuff. It felt like an invasion of privacy, and like the kind of the thing I would do when he was dead.

After we packed Milo's things, I went in my room to grab some of my clothes. As long as Milo was turning, I didn't plan on leaving the house, so I'd need to have some things for me. While Jack had gone in Milo's room to help me, I made him wait out in the living room while I was in my room. There were still some things that I tried to keep off limits from him, no matter how futile it seemed.

Before we left, I wrote a note for my mother and kept it as simple as I could.

24.

”Mom- Jack and his family have a vacation home on a lake up north. Milo and I are going to go stay up there for a few days. I'm not sure how long exactly. It depends on the weather, I guess. I'll have my cell on me if you need anything. Otherwise I'll see you in a couple days.

Love- Alice”

In the car ride home, I said very little. My note to my mother didn't sound very convincing, mostly because it was from me, and Milo was the one that usually did that kind of thing. Hopefully, she wouldn't try to call his cell phone either, since he would be too incapacitated to answer it. I started worrying that she might try getting a hold of him, and when she couldn't, she'd call the police and send a search party out after us. That really didn't seem likely, but I was paranoid about everything.

”How long is this gonna take?” I asked finally. In my mind, I was thinking the sooner I got home, the better, and I was already trying to plan for it.

”The car ride?” Jack was willfully playing dumb, and I didn't appreciate it. ”Like five more minutes.”

”How long will it take for Milo to turn?” I carefully enunciated all the words.

”I don't know, Alice,” Jack replied tiredly.

”What do you know?” I snapped.