Greyvian’s direction. “Sienna. My best friend. We live here together.”
As if the sound of her name snapped her out of whatever mind-bend she was dealing with, she looked over at him, her eyes widening.
“Jesus, Jacob! What happened to you? Are you alright? Are you hurt? There’s blood all over your shirt!” She came rushing over to him, once more herself, and turned his head from side to side as if looking for a wound.
“It’s not my blood,” he assured her quickly. “Well, mostly not my blood.”
“Mostly? You were hurt? Where? I don’t see a wound,” she noted, checking over his arms and then turning an accusing eye to Knox and Lucas. “Did you have anything to do with this?”
“Jesus!” Knox yelped in surprise, his gaze darting over to Greyvian. “She’s Aware?!”
“Obviously,” the guy replied, completely deadpan.
Knox looked at her, expression intense. “How old are you?”
Sienna looked at him like he was insane. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Just answer the question, please.”
She frowned, but humoured the guy. “Twenty-five. Why?”
“When’s your birthday?”
“May.”
“Five months ago. You’re sure?”
“That’s what it says on my birth certificate,” she said, a frustrated look on her face. “ Why do you want to know?”
Knox just shook his head as he exchanged a look with Lucas, and then Greyvian, obviously troubled by something. Jacob was too tired to remember why that might be.
“Whatever,” she muttered, dismissing the vampires as she looked back at his shirt. “So, what happened?”
“Ah, yeah,” he muttered, glancing down at his blood-splattered shirt before meeting her eyes again. “Well, some douchebags that don’t like these two,” he began, aiming his thumb at Knox and Lucas, “wanted to fight. I stepped in and one of them bit me, drank my blood, then Knox ripped his throat open and the guy bled all over me.
“At least, I think that’s what happened. It all feels so surreal now.”
Sienna’s only reaction was to ask, “Where did he bite you?”
“Here. I think,” he said, putting his fingers to his neck and rubbing slowly at the remembered pain. Had it really happened? Had a vampire really bitten him and drunk his blood? What reality had he stepped into?
Sienna’s expression said that she believed him, but that she was having a hard time reconciling his information with the obvious lack of a wound. The fact that she didn’t question that someone had bitten him and drunk his blood told him that she had pretty much already figured out that they were dealing with vampires—unsurprising, given what he’d walked in on—but he confirmed it for her anyway.
“Yeah, these guys are vampires,” he explained. “And, get this: they have healing saliva.”
“Healing saliva?” she echoed, looking immediately at Greyvian, and then over to Knox and Lucas. “Well, that’s one I’ve never heard of before.”
“I know, right,” he smiled half-heartedly. “Other than that though, they tell me they’re just like regular humans, but with big teeth and a thirst for blood.”
A sudden thought had him turning to Knox, “Hey, if that’s true, how could those guys get up so damn fast? I’m sure I hit them hard enough to put them down for longer than that.”
Knox smirked and said, “They’re used to pain. They should be—they get their asses handed to them often enough. But, seriously, we do tend to have a higher pain threshold than a human. Nothing to get too excited about though. If you get knifed, shot, or your throat ripped open, it’s still gonna hurt.”
Turning back to Sienna, Jacob shared a look of disappointment with her that vampires weren’t everything Hollywood had made them out to be. He felt like he was forgetting a really important piece of information, but he was too tired to focus on anything but the next thing he wanted to say to her.
As her gaze drifted to Greyvian, he drew in a
As if the sound of her name snapped her out of whatever mind-bend she was dealing with, she looked over at him, her eyes widening.
“Jesus, Jacob! What happened to you? Are you alright? Are you hurt? There’s blood all over your shirt!” She came rushing over to him, once more herself, and turned his head from side to side as if looking for a wound.
“It’s not my blood,” he assured her quickly. “Well, mostly not my blood.”
“Mostly? You were hurt? Where? I don’t see a wound,” she noted, checking over his arms and then turning an accusing eye to Knox and Lucas. “Did you have anything to do with this?”
“Jesus!” Knox yelped in surprise, his gaze darting over to Greyvian. “She’s Aware?!”
“Obviously,” the guy replied, completely deadpan.
Knox looked at her, expression intense. “How old are you?”
Sienna looked at him like he was insane. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Just answer the question, please.”
She frowned, but humoured the guy. “Twenty-five. Why?”
“When’s your birthday?”
“May.”
“Five months ago. You’re sure?”
“That’s what it says on my birth certificate,” she said, a frustrated look on her face. “ Why do you want to know?”
Knox just shook his head as he exchanged a look with Lucas, and then Greyvian, obviously troubled by something. Jacob was too tired to remember why that might be.
“Whatever,” she muttered, dismissing the vampires as she looked back at his shirt. “So, what happened?”
“Ah, yeah,” he muttered, glancing down at his blood-splattered shirt before meeting her eyes again. “Well, some douchebags that don’t like these two,” he began, aiming his thumb at Knox and Lucas, “wanted to fight. I stepped in and one of them bit me, drank my blood, then Knox ripped his throat open and the guy bled all over me.
“At least, I think that’s what happened. It all feels so surreal now.”
Sienna’s only reaction was to ask, “Where did he bite you?”
“Here. I think,” he said, putting his fingers to his neck and rubbing slowly at the remembered pain. Had it really happened? Had a vampire really bitten him and drunk his blood? What reality had he stepped into?
Sienna’s expression said that she believed him, but that she was having a hard time reconciling his information with the obvious lack of a wound. The fact that she didn’t question that someone had bitten him and drunk his blood told him that she had pretty much already figured out that they were dealing with vampires—unsurprising, given what he’d walked in on—but he confirmed it for her anyway.
“Yeah, these guys are vampires,” he explained. “And, get this: they have healing saliva.”
“Healing saliva?” she echoed, looking immediately at Greyvian, and then over to Knox and Lucas. “Well, that’s one I’ve never heard of before.”
“I know, right,” he smiled half-heartedly. “Other than that though, they tell me they’re just like regular humans, but with big teeth and a thirst for blood.”
A sudden thought had him turning to Knox, “Hey, if that’s true, how could those guys get up so damn fast? I’m sure I hit them hard enough to put them down for longer than that.”
Knox smirked and said, “They’re used to pain. They should be—they get their asses handed to them often enough. But, seriously, we do tend to have a higher pain threshold than a human. Nothing to get too excited about though. If you get knifed, shot, or your throat ripped open, it’s still gonna hurt.”
Turning back to Sienna, Jacob shared a look of disappointment with her that vampires weren’t everything Hollywood had made them out to be. He felt like he was forgetting a really important piece of information, but he was too tired to focus on anything but the next thing he wanted to say to her.
As her gaze drifted to Greyvian, he drew in a
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