Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1) - Page 29
“Not their immortality. It’s the Immortal, as in a human who has immortality.”
Huh?
CHAPTER TEN
I was dumbfounded and clueless and I still hadn’t moved from my desk chair, even after my butt had gone numb an hour ago. That was how long it took for Kates to explain about the Immortal. Then she explained again. And again.
I was still confused. “So you’re saying…”
Kates threw up her hands. “You’re not normally stupid.”
The insult bounced off of me. “They think this Immortal—”
“—a human who has immortality.” Kates rolled her eyes.
“—has blood that they want? I don’t… why the fairytale analogy?”
“Oh my God! For real? You can understand my sick twisted insides, but you don’t get this?”
“Explain it again.” And this time, I’d pay attention and not get lost on the idea of a human who has immortality or the fact that the vampires want immortality. They already had it so why… I was lost again.
“I’ll break it down. Vampires need blood to live, right?”
I nodded, but it wasn’t entirely true. They could go without, but would go crazy.
“There’s only one Immortal in the world at a time and they have special fluids inside of him/her/whoever.”
“Okay…” Still confused.
“When a vampire drinks the blood of an immortal, they get the juice of life.”
“Juice of life?”
Kates threw herself backwards on my bed. “I had no idea this would be that hard.”
“Again.” I nodded emphatically with knowledge-absorbing eyes. I’d lap up the information like I was a dog drinking water. Something told me that Kates was ready to storm out of there, whether I understood or not. It was that same something that told me I needed to know this stuff.
“Vampires need blood. The Immortal has life in its blood. When a vampire drinks her/his/its blood they don’t need blood to survive anymore. They’ve got the juice that keeps that Immortal alive. They won’t thirst for blood anymore and that has some serious
consequences.”
I couldn’t worry about the consequences or what the significance meant. I was still wrapping my head around a vampire’s fairytale. “So if they drink the Immortal’s blood, they don’t need blood? At all? They’re not hungry? How many times do they have to drink from the Immortal?”
Kates shrugged and stretched languidly. “I have no idea. No vampire has ever drunk from the Immortal that I know of. We need food, right? It’s like if we took one big bite of some magical Wheaties. The magical cereal would stay inside of us and we would never need to eat again, ever.”
“I’d still want to eat other things.” Spaghetti. Lasagna. Anything with pasta or chicken… I loved burgers too. I should love salads.
“We’re human. They’re vampires. I’m sure not all blood tastes the same, but think of it this way. They’re supreme meal is human blood. The decree says that they can’t drink humans anymore, except when they sneak a taste like from LoveBit and Still Passed Out Here.” Kates lazily gestured to Emily, who rolled over and snorted a snore in response. “But that’s wrong too. If they get a taste of the Immortal’s blood, they no longer need to lavish up whatever crappy blood they have to drink now. They’re not like us. We like food. A lot of vampires have a love/hate thing with blood. Ask your new buddy, Roane. I bet he’s one of the vampires who detests having to drink blood or detests how much he misses human blood. Get the tragic stuff?”
Not at all, but I nodded anyway with wide eyes. And he wasn’t my buddy. He’d never be my buddy.
“I’m surprised your sponsor hasn’t called to check on me or something.”
“She knows that we’re still talking,” I mumbled automatically as my mind was still trying to wrap around Kates’ magical Wheaties metaphor.
“Say that again?”
I blinked and saw the stillness in Kates. She looked… well, she looked like Kates again: pissed, tired, and raring for a fight. “She probably figures that we’re still talking and that’s why she hasn’t called.” I was a bad liar.
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