Fashionably Dead Down Under(26)
“Okay, relax your crack,” I told her. “Let’s talk about me getting out of here before my mate takes it upon himself to come and get me.”
“He can’t,” Dixie said, still staring out of the window.
“What do you mean?” My heart sank and I placed my hands over my secret inside my tummy. Without my power, I suppose I somehow thought Ethan would be able to save me.
“Vampyres can’t exist in Hell. Wait, I think they can survive for a couple of days, but I can’t remember how many.”
I jumped up and yanked her away from the window. “What would happen to a Vampyre in Hell and why isn’t it happening to me?”
“Astrid, you’re half Demon—you’re fine,” she said reassuringly. “But a pure Vampyre will suffer a brutal death down here.”
“What happens? Is it at the hands of the Demons?”
“No, Demons can’t kill.”
“Bullshit,” I hissed. “My father was a Demon and he killed so cut the crap about how sweet and harmless you people are.” I paced the room. I had to move or I would burst. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I wanted to go home. I needed Ethan.
“You’re one of us,” she whispered, backing away.
“No. I’m not,” I shot back, getting angrier by the second.
“Look at your arms.”
Lifting my hands in front of me, I gasped. The black sparkling gloves were back which meant the place could blow any second.
“Son of a . . . ” I muttered and quickly shut my eyes and pulled images of people I loved to the forefront of my mind. It was harder this time. The glitter crawled up my arms and began to cover my chest. Ethan, Nana, Gemma. Not working . . . Pam, The Kev, Venus. It crept higher and I felt the warm dark magic on my neck. The problem was that it felt good. I liked it. I wanted it. No. No, the darkness didn’t own me. I owed it. Motherfucker . . . My baby. My beautiful sweet little boy. I pictured a perfect tiny replica of Ethan and the heat that tried to control my body began to recede.
“You’re amazing,” Dixie said. “How did you do that?”
“Which part?” I asked, making sure my evil gloves were gone.
“Either.”
“Not sure,” I told her. “Although it seems to have something to do with getting pissed off.”
“Can you absorb evil and anger around you?”
“I did at the party. That’s how I popped Amanda’s lips.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Which by the way was awesome.” Dixie grinned and I joined her.
“Thank you. Dixie, have you ever heard the walls talk?”
“Are you making fun of me because I have an imaginary friend—who, by the way, isn’t imaginary?” she huffed.
“No.” I decided to ignore the imaginary friend thing. “The walls were talking when I first got to Hell at your dad’s.”
“That’s odd. I’ve never heard that.”
“Must have imagined it,” I said, knowing full well that I hadn’t.
“Well, I’ll listen harder next time I go to the Dark Palace. That’s really kind of neat. Anyway, I’m going to bed. The second door on the left is your bedroom. Do you need anything? You haven’t really eaten anything,” she said, worrying her lip. “Do you need to bite me or something?”
“Or something,” I muttered, wondering how long I could go without blood. I was unsure what Demon blood would do to me and wasn’t willing to chance it and find out. “No, I’m fine . . . for now.”
“Okay.” She hesitated and picked at her nails. “I know you don’t want to be here and I know you’ll be leaving soon, but I’m really glad to know you.”
Realizing she was expecting an answer, I surprised myself. “I’m glad to know you too. Maybe this was worth it somehow.”
She gave me a small smile and left. I was happy to know her, not necessarily the rest of the bunch, but it was kind of interesting to learn about my fucked up family tree. God, wait till Ethan found out I was the niece of the Devil himself. That would be fun.
Chapter 9
My bedroom was lovely. Cool blues and whites mixed with dusty rose. The furniture looked Amish—beautiful and well built, but that was it as far as sparse went. The bed was soft, squishy and inviting. The walls were covered in a faded striped fabric instead of paper and the ceiling was tin. A dresser, desk, chair and vanity with a mirror finished off the suite. It smelled wonderful—like clean sheets and summer breezes. Before I got used to Hell being so lovely, I probably needed to visit the other levels.
I glanced up at the tin ceiling and looked for my Baby Demons. They weren’t there.