Mortal Coil. Derek Landy
there’s something wrong with me, do you understand? There’s something wrong with who I am and Dusk knew straight away, from one tiny bite. You might not have his experience, but I need you to try.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking. It’s far too dangerous.”
“I’m used to dangerous.”
“For me, Valkyrie. It’s too dangerous for me. I don’t know how Dusk managed to deny himself, but I’m not that strong. If I bite you, I won’t stop feeding until you’re dead.”
“Then don’t bite me. I’ll cut my finger – you can taste a drop.”
“Would you please remember who you’re talking to? I’m a vampire! There’s a reason I’m classed as a monster! You really think that letting me taste a drop of your blood is a good idea? Really? You think that won’t drive me insane? One drop and I’d need the rest. I’d need all of it.”
“You’ve still got a mind. You don’t lose the ability to think, do you? You’re not an animal.”
“That’s precisely what I am. You look at me while the sun is shining, and you think this is me. This is Caelan. You think the vampire is the thing that comes out at night, then goes away in the morning and Caelan comes back. You don’t understand yet that the vampire is Caelan.
“This face is a mask. This skin is a disguise. Beneath it is the real me, Valkyrie. I’m not a tortured soul. I’m not a brooding romantic figure. I’m a monster, and not a moment goes by when I don’t want to rip your throat out. No other vampire on the planet wants anything to do with me, and I really don’t want to be cornered by the Skeleton Detective and his vengeance-hungry friends after I’m done feeding on your corpse. I quite like immortality. You get very used to it after a while.”
Valkyrie looked at him, but didn’t speak, and the anger slowly left him, until they were just two people, standing there in silence.
“You know,” she said at last, “that’s the most words I’ve ever heard you speak.”
Caelan nodded. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
“You feeling OK?”
“Vocal cords are a little sore.”
“You might want to sit down.”
He smiled, and she smiled back.
“I need you to do this.”
His smile vanished. “I’m telling you, no.”
“Listen to me, OK? I’m working on something, something to help me, something that could hopefully solve all my problems. But the thing is, it’s dangerous. And I mean really dangerous. I might not live through it. And I can’t tell Skulduggery or Tanith or Fletcher because they’ll try to stop me.”
“But you can tell me because you think I won’t try to stop you?”
“No, I’m not telling you either. But before I do this, I have to know if this is the right thing to do. I need to know what Dusk saw, or what he felt, or what he sensed. If it’s as bad as I think it is, then I’ll go through with this dangerous thing because it’ll be my only option. If it isn’t as bad as I think, I won’t. Simple as that.”
Caelan turned away, and didn’t speak for a long time.
“Fine,” he said at last. “But afterwards, it would probably be best if we never saw each other again.”
“That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it?”
“Perhaps.”
“But that’s stupid. Why should we never see each other?”
“You say that like you’d miss me.”
“Of course I’d miss you. You’re my friend.”
“No, I’m not.”
She frowned. “You’re not?”
“You and me could never just be friends, Valkyrie. We were fated to either be nothing to each other, or everything.”
She stared at him, struggling to make sense of what he was saying. “Uh …”
“Eloquent as usual.”
“I mean … Caelan, I’m with Fletcher. And I like Fletcher, and I don’t want to hurt you, but I … I don’t know how I feel about you. This is a bit of a surprise to me, to be honest.”
“You truly didn’t know how I felt?”
“I really and truly didn’t. I’m sorry if you think I did.”
“I see.”
She looked at him as he stepped back. “And now I feel awful.”
“Don’t,” said Caelan.
“I can’t help it. Do you … I hope you don’t think I was leading you on, or anything.”
He shook his head, but kept his eyes down. “Of course not. This is my fault.”
“It’s no one’s fault, Caelan. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just, you know, I’m with Fletcher, and I never really thought about … the possibility of you.”
“Because I’m a vampire,” he said softly, like he was cursing his very soul.
“That’s part of it,” admitted Valkyrie. “But most of all it’s because I’m sixteen and you’re, like, a hundred.”
“Ah,” he said, cracking a smile. “I’m too old for you.”
“Ever so slightly.”
“And there is no part of you that wonders what it would be like?”
She swallowed. “I didn’t … I didn’t say that …”
“You need me to do this?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Very well.” He stepped up to her, one hand at her shoulder, the other sweeping her hair slowly from her neck. “I’m sorry to say this will hurt.”
“I’ve been bitten before,” said Valkyrie, and gritted her teeth.
Caelan pulled her towards him and she waited. When she was this close to Fletcher, she could feel his warmth, the heat emanating from him with each rapid heartbeat, but there was no warmth coming from Caelan. He was cold as smooth stone. Even though his mouth was a centimetre from her bare skin, she felt no breath. The fingers of his right hand curled in the collar of her jacket, the fingers of his left in her hair. She waited for his teeth. His cold body sagged, and he stepped back.
“I can’t,” he murmured. “I’d tear your throat out.” He took a penknife from his pocket, slid the blade free, and gave it to her. “Just a drop. No more, Valkyrie, OK? I should be able to handle a drop. I think.”
She pressed the blade into the pad of her fingertip, wincing as it pierced the skin. A drop of blood swelled up, and she brushed it with the knife and handed it back to him. Caelan hesitated, then brought the knife to his lips, running his tongue the length of the blade. He worked the blood around in his mouth, and as he did so, he folded the penknife and put it away. His movements were slow and deliberate; his eyes were closed. He swallowed, and licked his lips, like a lion standing over a felled deer.
Valkyrie had a sudden urge to step away.
“Caelan?” she said softly.
He was on her, lifting her off her feet and driving her back, teeth bared and diving for her throat. She twisted in his grip and hit a tree and he moved from her throat to her mouth and kissed her, his mouth crushing against hers. The kiss took her by complete surprise, and she hung there for a long moment before she realised she was kissing him back. She felt her arms wrap round his neck, felt his