and had always
had the weapon ready in case she tried any further pathetic escape
or murder attempts. She couldn’t even kill a regular human who’d
practically shoved her fangs into his vein. What an awful excuse
for a vampire she was.
Tonight had been a shorter drive. The night was only
just now reaching its midpoint. She knew because she felt her
strongest in the middle of the night. But she was so hungry. The
traveling and stress had worn on her.
She’d begged Jacob to reconsider. She’d offered to
help him find his family, even though she had no idea who they were
or where they could be or how to get the information to find them.
She’d even suggested that maybe the magic users he’d met didn’t
know either. Maybe it was a trick. Maybe they just wanted her and
were using the story they knew would most easily gain his
cooperation. Maybe they were even a danger to him.
Stories had filtered out from the
human cities. The human mates at the compound had all been criminals who’d been thrown out into the
wilderness—to the monsters—for their disobedience. But they had
never seemed particularly criminal to Sydney. Just scared. They’d
expected the monsters to rip them apart or torture them. It was the
kind of story talked about in hushed whispers in the cities. It was
why they never tried to escape their prison even though the only
barriers keeping them in was the fear of being thrown out. The real
barriers were to keep the preternaturals from coming in and getting
to the easy food and resources.
Vampires had been lying in wait for all of them as
soon as they’d been tossed out. They’d never stopped to consider
that, given how hard food was to come by, that they would be
protected and cherished, not abused.
But Jacob’s story was different. He’d been taken
from his family before things had gotten terrible. He hadn’t been
tossed out as a criminal. He must have been so scared of the
vampires.
She’d gotten Jacob to entertain the notion that the
human cities might not follow through on their side of the deal. It
was a few brief minutes in which her hope had overcome her fear,
but then his face had hardened and he was back to his mission, his
foot pressed more firmly against the gas than before. He’d been
determined to deliver her to her fate.
The trade had been fast. Her, for a folded up piece
of paper with an address. As two men in white coats had escorted
her toward a steel tunnel, Jacob had said. “Syd, I’m sorry.”
She hadn’t looked back. She wouldn’t acknowledge him
or give him the barest hint that there would ever be a point in
time in which she could forgive him for this.
“ 5857B?” The woman said, snapping
a finger in front of Sydney’s face. “We’re here.”
The room looked like a hospital room Sydney had seen
once on an old movie her parents had in their collection. She
panicked as the woman pulled her into the room.
“ Relax. It’s nothing to be afraid
of. We just need to run some tests. We know who you are and what
you are. We’d like to know if you’ve stopped aging.”
Sydney calmed and allowed herself to be led into the
room. She’d like to know that, too. The big question had always
been whether or not she would age and die, or if she could
potentially be immortal. She knew, of course, that she could never
be immortal. She wasn’t strong like her father or other regular
vampires. She was far too fragile and easy to kill, too weak to
defend herself against anything. So no, she wouldn’t be immortal.
Something would take her out eventually and free those who loved
her from their constant vigilance.
But she wanted to know if she’d
stopped aging, or if her aging process had slowed somehow. She
didn’t think she looked twenty-seven, but then, some women aged
better than others, and she’d never know how her mother might have
aged. Charlee had been frozen at twenty-six when she’d been claimed
by Anthony.
The woman in the coat guided Sydney to a
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