Fallen (Fallen 1)

“As soon as you’re ready,” said Jonathon.

“I’m ready now,” I said noticing that Jonathon had paint on his clothes and hands. There was even a small smear of green paint on his cheek. On anyone else it would have looked silly but on Jonathon it made him even more perfect.

“Let’s go,” said Joseph enthusiastically.

Chapter Seventeen: Racing

“How far away is this place?” I asked Jonathon referring to the race track.

“About three hours. If I drive fast I can be there in under an hour.”

I had no doubt we’d be there in under an hour. Jonathon was already going one hundred and thirty miles an hour, with the speed increasing.

Joseph’s dark blue corvette was blurring in front of us. Danny and Mason behind us in a BMW Z4 Roadster and Patrick behind them in a Mercedes SL65 AMG.

“This track isn’t open to humans’ only vampires.”

“Will they let me in?” I asked, I didn’t want an angry vampire after me but apparently one already was.

“You’re with me of course they’ll let you in. Any human associated with a vampire is cool.”

“I can’t believe vampires have their own race track.” I muttered. He laughed, a sound I loved.

“We vampires are all about speed.” He said.

“I can tell.” I said with a chuckle.

“So do vampires have other places that are just for them?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Yeah we do. They’re always disguised as something else, so humans won’t come near. We have our own of everything. We even have our own hospital for our soul mates. It has the latest in vampire technology.”

“Oh,” was all I said.

Danny and Mason pulled up next to us, on my side, Mason at the wheel.

He rolled down the window. Jonathon rolled down mine before I could.

“What do you want?” Jonathon asked in a normal voice, Mason and Danny would hear even over the roar of the wind. I didn’t worry about Jonathon not looking at the road, that’s what vampire senses were for but I still couldn’t help but clench my teeth.

“Smell my exhaust, fire boy.” Mason said. He rolled up the window and pulled in front of us.

I laughed at his license plate, it read: TEMPTER.

Jonathon growled.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Fine. But I wish he wouldn’t do this stuff all the time.”

“Why does he do it?” I asked, although with two brothers I already had a good guess what the answer would be but I thought it would be better if he talked it out to calm himself.

“One: to make me mad and two: because he doesn’t really believe I can use fire.”

“Why would he think that?” I asked confused.

“Because I’ve never shown anyone.”

“Why haven’t you shown anyone?” I asked, persistent.