Shattered Promises

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“Maybe to torture me?” I flop my head on the back of the chair and stare at the ceiling with my hands lifelessly at my side. Is there anything in my life that isn’t built on a lie? “I’ve never understood them or much of what they did, other than they seem to really hate me.”
His fingers graze the inside of my wrist. “I’m sorry, Gemma.”
I elevate my head and look at him. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault it happened.”
“That’s not completely true.” He lets out a stressed sigh and his muscles flex as he folds his arms. “I knew what the Keepers were doing with you and I didn’t do anything to stop it.”
“You were like, what, eight when all this was going on?” I say. “Besides, it had to be done to me, right? So the world can be saved and all that; or, whatever the fuck the point was?” I loathe the bitterness that drips into my voice.
He’s lost in thought, nibbling on his lip ring and making these soft sucking noises. “Maybe, I guess… Gemma, what has Alex told you?”
I give him a quick recap of what I’ve been told. The one thing I keep quiet about, though, is the electricity and what it does to Alex and me. That’s just too complicated. And too personal.
“I don’t even know what to say,” he says when I finish. He gives me a sympathetic look and I feel pathetic. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize how bad things were for you.”
“Again, it’s not your fault,” I repeat, plucking at a loose string on the armrest.
“You know, Stephan made this big plan to keep you from feeling or whatever,” he expresses. “But what I never got was how the plan actually worked. How Marco and Sophia were supposed to make you become emotionally detached.”
“Alex told me it was because if you raised someone to never know what happiness and sadness and love are, then they wouldn’t know how to feel them. It was working great, too, until a couple of months ago when I snapped out of my zombie trance.”
“And you don’t know what caused that?”
I shake my head. “I have no idea, other than the fact that I remember it felt like someone was watching me right before it happened.”
He contemplates everything for a concise moment. “None of this makes sense.” He brushes his blue-tipped bangs out of his eyes with his fingers. “It’s like when your mom disappeared. Not much about that made sense, either.”
My heart strikes in my chest as my eyes enlarge and I verge on a panic attack. “I—I thought she died? I was told my mother and father are dead.” My voice squeaks at the end.
“They figured she must have died because of what happened.” He scoots closer so we’re huddled together, places a hand on top of my thigh and my heart settles. “I overheard my parents talking about how Jocelyn was pissed off when she found out you had to go live with Marco and Sophia so the star could be protected and she was planning on running away with you. As soon as Stephan found out he went to stop her. I guess he found you standing up at the top of this hill in the forest, but he couldn’t find your mom. The Keepers looked for her for about a month, but they never found her.” My blood boils. “So they just assumed she died because they never found her?”
A look of loathing shadows his face. “That’s how the Keepers are—secretive and confusing.”
“But that’s bullshit!”
“A lot about the Keepers is bullshit.”
I clutch at my chest as I hunch over, trying to breathe normally. “What if she’s not dead and she’s out there somewhere… alive?”
“That’s the exact same thing my parents thought,” he says and runs a hand down my back to comfort me.
I take a few deep breaths and then sit back up. “Maybe we could talk to your parents and try to get more details.”
His eyes dim as he lounges back in the chair and rests his arm on the armrest. “My parents are dead, Gemma. They died in a car accident a few months after your mother disappeared.”
Me and my Goddamn uncensored mouth. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. It was a long time ago.” He acts like it isn’t a big deal, but he can’t even look at me.
“Does Alex know about any of this stuff?” I change the unpleasant subject. “About my mom and how she supposedly died?”
“The thing about Alex is… he’s kind of been brainwashed.” His voice carries hesitancy. “He’s got it in his head that the Keepers can do no wrong, but, yeah, I’ve mentioned it to him and he didn’t believe me.”
My mind is spinning. There’s so much I don’t know and so much Alex hasn’t explained.
“Hey, I have an idea.” Laylen rises to his feet and tugs down the sleeves of his shirt so they cover his arms and mark. “Why don’t we take a break from all of this deep talk and go into the kitchen and get you something to eat?”
I nod and follow him out of the room, wondering what to do next and who I can trust. It seems like the world is full of unsolvable mazes and liars trying to direct me through them.
***
I might have been witnessing the strangest scene I’ve ever come across. A vampire/Keeper is making my breakfast and it’s nothing simplistic, either. He’s cooking bacon, eggs, French toast and pancakes because he says I need choices. No one has ever cooked me anything before and I’m in awe.
I’m sitting on one of the barstools that border the island, breathing in the fresh scent of cinnamon, bacon and the aroma of a brand new experience. We haven’t talked much, but I’m enjoying watching him move around the kitchen. The way every time he ducks his head and his hair falls in his eyes, the way his limbs stretch as he walks and the way he keeps sucking on that lip ring of his.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” he says as he turns the pieces of bacon over with a fork and the grease in the pan sizzles. “About your emotions and or should I say lack of emotions.”
I inch the stool forward and the legs scrape against the tile. “Okay, what about them?”
He twists the knob on the stove, adjusting the temperature of the burner. “I’m thinking that sounds an awful lot like magic.”
“Magic?” I prop my elbows onto the countertop and rest my chin on top of my overlapping hands. “Like Wicca magic? Or like black magic?”
He grabs a plate from the cupboard. “It could be either, really, or something else entirely different from Wicca magic. There’s a ton of things that can wipe out a person’s ability to feel.”
“Wait, you think they wiped out my emotions?”
“It’s possible.” He scoops up a spoon full of eggs and piles them on a plate. “In fact, it makes a lot of sense. I mean, I knew you when you were a kid and you were fine then; happy, healthy and kind of bossy.” He flashes me a grin.
“I wish I could remember you,” I say as he slides the plate of eggs across the counter. “It kind of seems weird that I don’t.”
“That could be because of your emotions.” He turns off the stove and grabs a rag that sits next to the sink. “I mean, think about it. You were emotionally detached from life—from everything, right? And emotions play a huge part in why people remember things.”
“I guess that makes sense.” I take a bite of eggs and they taste delicious. “But maybe, that could come from magic, too?”
“Good point.” He finishes cooking the rest of the food. “But the question is, why? I mean, I know it’s supposed to be because of the star, but what if it’s because of something else.”
I choke on my eggs. “You think I was made emotionally numb for another reason?”
He sets a pan in the sink and turns on the faucet. “Gemma, at this point, I have no idea what’s going on. I’ve spent three years in the dark, never hearing a word from any of the Keepers.” He speaks loudly over the running water. “And then Alex and Aislin show up with you and say that the Death Walkers suddenly found you after years of you going undetected.”
Strangely, he’s making sense. What if there’s more? Why have I just assumed that the story Alex told me was the correct story?
He turns off the water and begins piling French toast, pancakes, and bacon onto the plate. When he’s done, he sets the plates on the counter in front of me. Then he hops onto the counter and watches me as I eat.
“You’re not eating any?” I ask, pouring syrup over a few slices of French toast.
He shakes his head. “I don’t eat food.”
“What… oh.” I feel so stupid. Of course he doesn’t. He’s a vampire. I point my finger at him and click my tongue. “Gotcha.” I dig into my food, struggling not to act too uneasy at the fact that he seems to be fascinated by my chewing.
“So what do you eat?” I break the silence.
He shrugs. “Nothing, usually. I’ll eat food sometimes when I’m bored, but it’s never out of hunger.”
I drag the fork across the eggs, deliberating. “Laylen, can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask me anything.”
“Anything?” I ask and he nods again. I take a bite of the eggs and chew. “How exactly did you get turned into a vampire?”
His face contorts with confusion. “I can’t remember.”
“Is that how it normally works when a person goes through the change, or whatever you call it?”
“It’s called the transition.” He hops off the counter and strolls around the island toward me. “And no, something else caused the memory loss.” He pulls out a stool and sits down beside me. “The only thing I can remember about that night is coming out of a club and hearing someone come up behind me. When I turned around, everything went black. When I woke, I had a bite mark on my neck and blood all over me.” He holds up his arm and tracks a finger along the Greek symbols that are on his forearm. “And, of course, I had this lovely little thing right here.”
“Was it hard to deal with?” I set the fork down on my plate and rotate in the stool so I’m facing him and our knees are touching. “I mean, changing like that? It had to be hard.”
He nods. “My Keeper’s blood helps me control my cravings for blood, but it doesn’t mean they’re nonexistent.”
“So, you’ve never bit anyone—ever?”
He scratches at his wrist and shifts uncomfortably. “I didn’t say that.”
My heart skips a beat. “So, you have.”
He stares at the wall in front of us. “I’ve had a few slipups, but I never killed anyone.”
“Do they… Do you…” I have no idea why I’m asking the question, only that I’m curious and need—and I mean need—to know. “How does it feel?”
His eyebrows shoot upward as his head whips in my direction. “How does it feel when I bite someone?”
I nod. “And how does it feel for them?”