Tangled

120 Ava: Vampire’s Call

120 Ava: Vampire’s Call

“If you ever need me, child, simply light a candle and call my name. I’ll find you.”

My eyes snap open in the middle of a deep sleep, and my heart races, a thunderous pounding in my chest that shakes my entire body.

The dream was too real, too close to memory. Selene’s ears perk up as she lifts her head from the foot of the bed. What’s wrong, Ava?

I shake my head, eyes darting to the door. Kellan’s somewhere in the apartment, ever present, always listening. I think I know how to contact Sister Miriam. The maybe–vampire lady.

Selene’s blue eyes widen. How? She sits up, her full

attention on me.

When she visited me before the ceremony, she said if I needed her, I should light a candle and call her name.

That she’d find me.

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Tell me everything, Selene says, her voice gentle in my mind. Every detail.

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I recount the memory, the cloying scent of incense, the invasive way she touched me, her cryptic words. The dread and intrigue she instilled in my mother.

Your mother fears her, Selene muses. As she should. Vampires are not to be trifled with.

But she might have answers. About what I am. What’s happening to me. She seemed to know.

Selene is quiet for a long moment. Vampires are ancient, powerful creatures with their own agendas. She may help you, but there will be a price. There always is, with their kind.

I swallow hard, a shiver running through me. I’ll be careful. I promise.

Try to sleep, Selene says, curling back up. We’ll talk

more tomorrow.

I nod, sinking back against the pillows. But sleep is elusive, my mind spinning with possibilities and fears.

Sister Miriam’s red eyes follow me into my dreams, her silken voice a whispered promise. “I’ll find you.”

I toss and turn, the sheets twisting around my legs. Power pulses under my skin, a restless itch I can’t

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scratch.

What if she’s the key? What if she can unlock the

mystery inside me, teach me to wield the elements like weapons?

warning lingers, a cold weight

a price. With vampires,

play across the ceiling, indifferent to my struggles. Outside, the moon is

* * *

in

goes between Blackwood

I don’t know the details, but I do know

for my parents–and

I’m told, they’re no closer to finding them.

they’ve been so silent,

everyone

runs me and

changed. I’m

ery day, but

and he’s

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incorporating real self–defense. Mainly,

like one of those winding pop–up toys. I manage to keep my face blank even

the scare.

“Fall?”

bouncing back and smacking me in the face. It’s raining outside, and he’s decided to

curls. “Yes,

were going to

how do you think you’re going to learn that without

a point, I think. No, I know he has a point. But

so

scowl at him.

how to fall.”

you

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and unimpressed

the mat.

of my

millisecond.

of a

to re–learn how to breathe after the

shock.

he

my feet is an effort, my tailbone throbbing with every

fall?” Jericho scoffs. “You hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. Bend

that he never taught me shit before throwing me down. He’d just laugh. So I grit my teeth and nod, determined to figure it out.

remember what he said.

the mat,

“Again,” Jericho orders.

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me down, and over and over, I struggle to my feet. Each time, he barks out a correction. It’s always something. How I hit the ground. How I get

forget. For being something foam and giving, it feels like stone when I

her through some kind of calisthenics routine. Pushups, sit–ups, lunges, weird walking crab–like movements. It looks exhausting, but at least she’s not

places right now

then Jericho is coming at me again,

focus.

do my best to anticipate the fall, determined to do

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mat slaps the air straight out of my lungs once again as I groan in very, very

concentrating,” Jericho growls. “Get your head in the game,

knees, panting. My arms tremble with the effort, and I can feel the sweat dripping down my face. My shirt is stuck to my body, positively soaked, and

I grumble through