Keeley Thomson (Book 2): Keelzebub by P.S. Power Read Free Book Online Page B

running a hundred miles or something as far as energy use went. She liked to do that on occasion, as if it were a test, or maybe a game.
    A good time fun fest for all?
    Except for the fact that Keeley had bone sticking out the end of her hand at the moment. It was crispy and gross looking and really did smell like charred pork chops. That Darla knew what human flesh tasted like was probably for exactly the reason it seemed. She knew, because at some point or another, she’d eaten it.
    The really sick thing to Keeley’s mind was, as hungry as she was anymore, constantly needing to eat something, anything, she could see it. Just get trapped somewhere, or run out of regular food, and how long would it take to realize that the guy next to you looked a bit tasty? Being all made of meat like people were. Then five seconds to get rid of the bad feelings about it and however long it took to prepare the flesh.
    Yeah, it made her sick to think of in the moment, but she made that go away with half a thought, almost instantly. Which showed just how easily it could really happen. She decided not to ask Darla about it. Live long enough and things were bound to happen, weren’t they?
    Instead she got her half sister to start opening the little, totally clear, wrappers on the snack cakes and started eating, with her unburned hand. Focusing a little harder she tried to make her hand heal faster. It wasn’t an instant thing, and it took a lot of work, but her mentor kept watching closely, as she handed off treats. Half an hour later she pointed at the mainly healed hand and gave her a thumbs up.
    They didn’t talk, since there was no noise canceling going on and disciplined paid off in situations like this. Without saying anything she cleaned up the mess, stuffing wrappers of six different types back into the bag and handed it off to the other girl.
    Keeley’s mother might just know about her now, but that wouldn’t make her OCD go away. Knowing food had even been in the room would probably bug her. Even if the wrappers got thrown in the trash can in the corner.
    The whole thing was a mess now though. Or it seemed like it. At any moment Keeley expected some Demon or Vampire to burst through the wall and attack, taking care of the problem before it became a real issue.
    The problem being her.
    Sigh.
    Darla left the same way she came, just stepping sideways, to the left this time, but from a different position, a single blue flash of light in a line, one slightly more intense in the middle, which left a spot in her field of vision and then a sense of Darla, moving away. Quickly.
    Keeley just worked the rest of the night.
    It was handy, having learned how to not need sleep anymore. She could do it, fall asleep, if she wanted, but for now it left her with a lot of free time to get things done. First her homework. That took all of an hour, since she tried to hurry, making herself really feel the knowledge seep into her long term memory. Then she looked up caterers in the area. There were seven of them that she could find listings for, which meant looking them up online, just to save time in the morning.
    One of them had a big wedding the next day, so that was out and another had more bad reviews, clearly written by several different people, than any company actually still in business should have. Most reviews, for anything, were a trick of course. Either people promoting themselves, or attacking a rival. These had that rare feel of being genuine though. Those people and their loved ones had been taken in by a slick appearance, but the goods just weren’t delivered.
    The rest looked promising enough. They could still be busy, sure, and just not have that advertised on the web, but it couldn’t hurt to call or visit.
    It took until nearly five in the morning for her hand to really heal all the way and Keeley had everything she could get done at the moment actually finished. It was cool, but reminded her she should find a hobby or two. Maybe