Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause Page A

himself over the gutter and onto the roof.

7

    â€œSurprise!” Aiden said.
    Vivian swallowed a growl.
No shit.
    â€œWhat are you doing here?” she managed to choke out as she sat back on her haunches. She trembled with the strain of holding back the change.
    â€œI thought you’d be happy to see me,” Aiden said.
    â€œYou startled me,” she muttered, sorry about the hurt in his eyes.
    His velvet smile forgave her. “I thought if you couldn’t get to the party, I’d bring the party to you.” He crawled to her side and shrugged off his backpack. She almost pulled away but the richness of his smell held her close against her will. “I wasn’t expecting to find you on the roof,” he said. “I was gonna knock on your window.” He unbuckled the backpack and pulled out a bottle of wine.
    Dear Moon, he’s sweet,
Vivian thought in anguish. A swift pang hit her gut, and she bit the inside of her cheek, hoping the pain would keep her sane.
Not sweet like that,
she screamed silently, staring with panicked eyes at his round firm thighs.
    After the wine came two glasses wrapped in a bandanna, then a chunk of cheese, a plastic knife, and some paper napkins left over from Christmas.
    â€œClassy, huh?” Aiden’s eyes glittered with delight.
    She licked her lips nervously. “Lovely. You brought dinner,” she heard herself say. She wanted to bolt for the woods.
You fool,
she thought.
You shouldn’t have come.
    She glanced at the moon. It was still behind the trees, its light mercifully broken by foliage so that she and Aiden were covered by mottled shadow. Could he see any change in her? Aiden was cutting slices of cheese onto the bandanna, babbling away. He didn’t seem to notice anything wrong.
    She experienced a dizzying surge of pain and pleasure and her face twitched. Her hands flew to her ears and felt them push past her fingers. She hastily pulled her hair around her face.
    How do I make him go?
she thought as her joints began to pop.
    â€œHere you go.” He held a slice of cheese to her mouth and it was all she could do not to take his fingers off. The cheese was sharp and ripe and clung to her tongue. She sluiced it down with the glass of wine he offered.
    â€œHey, silly, you’re supposed to sip,” he said. “I don’t want you doing something you’ll regret later.” His eyes suggested otherwise.
    Her lips raised into what she hoped was a smile; then she turned away swiftly. How were her teeth?
    He moved closer and put an arm around her. “You pick a funny time to go shy on me,” he said.
    Her shoulders shook with silent laughter at her stupidity. How could she think she could be intimate with a human? She detected an undeniable rippling up her spine, and a hardness came to her eyes and the corners of her mouth. She tested a new idea.
So what if I hurt him?
    â€œVivian?” Aiden whispered. His breath was light on her cheek, fragrant with the warm wine and cheese.
    It was a stupid thought. She doubled over and moaned. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Aiden asked, surprise and concern in his voice.
    â€œI think I’m coming down with the flu,” she said. What a brainstorm. “Maybe you should go. I don’t want you to catch it.”
    â€œBut someone should look after you if you’re ill.”
    â€œI’d rather be alone,” she insisted through clenched teeth.
    Still he didn’t move to go.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you, boy?” she cried. “Do you
like
watching people throw up?”
    His eyes widened.
    She felt like a jerk. She changed her tone. “Please. I’ll be embarrassed if you stay.”
    â€œBut—”
    A spasm ripped through her and the bones in her knees crunched. “Go! Please go!” she yelled, and scrambled for the window like a drunk, her legs refusing to obey. “I’m