Bleak Devotion Page 7

“Whatever.”

  Jessica backed up to the end table. Pulling himself off the couch, Zach blocked her view of the monster. She edged around the table until she could see the monster plugging in the vacuum. Her eyes never left him as she skirted around the room, trying to keep distance between them, but still getting her chores done.

  As her rag wiped the last surface, Zach said, “Come on, let's go play a board game.”

  “Sounds fun.” Jessica looked at him, though she still watched the monster, who was winding up the vacuum cord, out of the corner of her eye. “What game did you have in mind?”

  “I'll let you pick. We have a whole stack of them. What about you, Julie? Wanna join us?”

  “I'd love to.”

  “Great,” Zach looked over at the monster and Jessica felt the enthusiasm drain from her. “What about you, Blade? Wanna play a game with us?”

  The monster slowly raised its eyes until they looked straight at Jessica. He had no right to look so human. “No, I think I'll pass, thank you.”

  Jessica wanted to feel relieved, but she remained fixed, unable to think or breathe. The monster broke off their locked gazes first. She gulped for air.

  “Jessica?”

  She shook her head and looked at Zach, realizing he had been talking to her. “I'm sorry, what?”

  “Are you ready?”

  “Uh—” She hesitated, distracted by the monster wheeling the vacuum from the room. As soon as he disappeared down the hall, her thoughts came back into focus. “Yeah, I am. Let's go.”

  “Yes!” Zach smiled at her and headed for the hall.

  “Thanks for your help, Julie,” Jessica said.

  “You bet. It worked out a lot better this way I think.”

  Zach turned around. “Come on! You can chit-chat while we play.”

  “We're coming,” Julie insisted, then whispered to Jessica, “He's really competitive.”

  “I heard that,” Zach called out from the hall.

  Julie giggled and followed after him. Jessica tagged along after them, but her mind wasn't on the upcoming game.

  Chapter Ten

  Jessica yanked a weed out of the dark soil and flung it into a white bucket beside her. She reached up and with the back of her arm wiped away the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead. Through the green-tinted plastic she could see the snow falling outside, but inside the greenhouse it was stifling.

  Life was growing into a comfortable routine. She spent time helping to cook, clean, gather firewood, take care of the animals, and work in the garden. It was a chore she had hated at home. She didn't really care for it now either, but it offered time to think in solitude, making it worth the extra work. Sometimes others would help her, but the room was so large it was easy to escape to a corner alone.

  The garden provided a bounty of scrumptious food year-round. There was more food than they could eat, but Deborah insisted that they can what they didn't eat. Those cans went into the hiding room, where they could be used if they needed to hide. She was always thinking of the future.

  Today the greenhouse was blissfully empty. She was working on clearing out the carrots. They had thought the weed problem was under control, but more were cropping up in the new section. Deborah fretted over the infestation. Jessica didn't understand or care how they got there, she just vented her frustrations on the weeds.

  Life in the cabin was peaceful. More peaceful than what she had known since the loss of her family. Despite that, seeing the monster on a daily basis festered her old and newly acquired wounds. Since the milk incident he'd become scarce, but it was impossible in such close quarters to avoid each other altogether. Every time she saw him, painful memories flared.

  She blamed herself for Cindy's death. Cindy didn't want to go inside the store. Jessica knew the girl was frightened of what could happen in such close proximity to the monsters. She should have realized that the fear would end up manifesting itself while they were inside. She should have gone alone. Then Cindy would still be alive.

  Jessica wouldn't be here though. The one time Jessica brought up the thought of leaving, Cindy had repelled the idea. She didn't understand it because she had wanted to leave all the memories behind. Everywhere they went in the small town, things would remind her of the way life had been. It left a bitter taste in her mouth and a sick feeling in her stomach. She respected Cindy's wish regardless of her own feelings and they had tried to make do in the town they grew up in. Only now the town was infested. She yanked out a weed with more force than necessary and dropped it in the bucket.

  Jessica closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She imagined little James weeding with her, probably picking as many baby carrots as he would weeds and ending up covered in dirt. It wouldn't matter though. She would trade a few carrots and a big mess for his life. She could chase him around and tickle him, bringing out the delightful laugh she missed so much. Her eyes and nose burned.

  His laugh. Her thoughts turned to the last time she had heard it. The horrid time when it had been cut short so dramatically. The constant ache in her chest opened up. Hot tears spilled off her cheeks and into the soil. She pulled weeds and cried. Every time the tears had come before she had stopped them. She had to keep them in because an alien might come and now she was usually around someone.

  In the solitude of the greenhouse there was nothing to stop her. No monster to interrupt. The free flow of emotion was still foreign, but becoming more frequent. She could have let herself confide in Zach if the monster hadn't invaded the hallway. The thought angered her. Pushing it away, she let the free flow of pain return. It was oddly soothing.

  A shuffling movement startled Jessica, abruptly halting the flow of tears. She yanked her head upward, looking for the source of the sound. With tears still wetting her cheeks, her mouth formed the shape 'O'. Fear swam through her, especially when she thought of her wild display of emotion the monster must have witnessed. The thing stared back at her, hidden pain shining through its eyes. Its frame shook slightly, but held its shape. She remembered Julie's story and the fear lessened, but didn't completely depart. The monster had invaded on her feeling again.

  “Sorry.” The monster's deep voice carried across the room, assaulting her.

  Hot fury drove through her and she worked to hide it, but her words still came out sharp. “Sorry for what? For interrupting my grief? Or for killing my family and friends? Or for infesting our home in the first place?”

  She watched the trembling of the monster's body increase and her anger gave way to fear again. It was silent for a few moments and she watched its chest rise and fall in a slow, rhythmic way. Gradually the shaking decreased and the monster strolled toward her. Bile rose in her throat as it walked closer. It stopped about ten feet from her, turned to the bed of carrots she was working on, and began weeding. She followed its lead, focusing her attention back on the weeds, pretending the monster wasn't there.

  “I understand your pain.” The monster's voice startled her. “I'm so sorry for everything.”

  “You understand my pain?” Anger slipped back into Jessica's voice. “I doubt it. My family and home have been ripped from me because you monsters felt the need to annihilate us. I watched as my family and friend were slaughtered before my eyes. You have no idea how I feel and can't possibly understand the pain that is tearing me apart.”

  The monster's hands shook again, but kept pulling weeds. “My mother was murdered by aliens when I was young.”

  Jessica's hand froze over a prickly weed and she stared wide-eyed at the monster. It kept on weeding, not glancing up at her the whole time. “What?”

  “Aliens killed my mother while I had to watch.”

  “What do you mean aliens?” Confusion tore at part of her hostility. “You are the alien. Someone of your own race killed her?”

  The monster glanced up at her briefly and then went back to work on the weeds. She resumed picking while she listened to its quiet story.

  “A long time ago aliens, not
like us but who look similar to your kind and mine, attacked my home planet. We were able to hold them off better than you humans have us. For centuries we fought. Sometimes winning, sometimes losing. Then we stopped winning. They gained on us. We lost millions of our brothers and sisters. Soon thereafter a change came over us like a plague. No one escaped its path. Men transformed into what I am. Weapons of war. It helped at first, but—”

  Jessica continued pulling the weeds, inching farther along the row of carrots while watching him out of the corner of her eye. He looked away from her. His trembling fist clenched into a tight, white knot. A part of her was frightened by the ferocity of his quaking, but another part of her was strangely comforted. His story sounded familiar to her. Though the humans hadn't changed into monsters like his kind had, they had been through a similar fate.

  Jessica watched his broad shoulders lift and fall several times before the shaking stilled. He moved back toward the patch of garden he was working on. Without a single glance up, he continued.

  “My race was losing. No one knew how to stop the monsters. I was young when they came. Too young to do anything. I couldn't change to fight back. My mother hid me from them, but I still saw what they did to her. It was beyond just wanting to kill her. They ruthlessly beat and tortured her before ending her life. There was nothing I could do to stop them.” He hesitated for a moment then whispered, “I didn't even try.”

  Her eyes stung with tears, her heart softening. She thought of her own family and how she had watched them perish. It had been a quick death. Quick, yet a never-ending stab to her heart. The thought of having to watch them be beaten and tortured first was unimaginable. She let the tears trickle down her cheeks and into the garden. Could this killing machine feel pain from that?

  From the corner of her eye she watched his hands shaking as he pulled weeds. It seemed he was certainly feeling something. She had only seen the males do two things. Wander around void of emotions and become mindless killing machines that slaughtered anything that got in their way. This shaking was something new. Something different. She had seen him do it before, but never gave it much thought. Maybe the others were right. There could be something more to him.

  She took several deep breaths to clear the emotion from her voice. “I—I'm sorry.”

  Blade looked up at her, his eyes tightening slightly. “You shouldn't be. It wasn't you and now we've turned around and done the same to your family. I just want you to know I do understand. That's why I'm on your side.”

  Jessica held his gaze. Understanding passed between them. She had found a kindred spirit in him and it shocked her. She was supposed to hate this— this… No, she couldn't call him “monster” anymore. He wasn't a monster. She wanted desperately to cling to her anger, to throw it back at him. She wanted to take it and use it to get him kicked out of the cabin. But the anger was already gone. Somehow it had slipped away.

  An emotion passed through his eyes that she couldn't read. He pushed the emotion further inside where Jessica couldn't read it and focused back on the soil. A comfortable silence passed between them as they worked. Her thoughts toyed with the idea that maybe the others were right. There was no reason to fear him. They slowly inched closer as the garden cleared of weeds.

  “I'm sorry that you can understand, but in a way I'm glad you do. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, but I feel like I understand you better.” Jessica's voice turned to a whisper. “Maybe even hate you a little less.”

  “I don't blame you for hating me.”

  Jessica snorted. “Yeah, letting me crash to the floor in a pool of milk is a pretty good reason to hate someone.”

  “I did catch you the first time and you threw yourself to the ground anyway. I thought you'd appreciate going straight to the ground instead of being tainted by me.”

  She grimaced, but she didn't know if it was because of the thought of him touching her or of her own behavior. Replaying the event in her head, she decided it was her own behavior that bothered her. The few moments he had held her had been just fine. In fact, it had almost been kind of nice.

  With a shake of her head, she tossed the last weed in the white bucket and straightened her sore back. Blade stood only inches from her. His musky scent mingled with the freshly worked soil. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart pounded hard in her chest. A strange emotion coursed through her where the anger had been only a short time ago.

  A curious expression crossed Blade's face and he started shaking again. His words came out haltingly. “Thank you for letting me help.”

  “It…” Jessica's words were lost in the whirl of Blade's movements. He bounded from her side and soared out of the greenhouse almost faster than she could see. She frowned as the door swung shut. “It was nothing.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Jessica finished drying the last plate and stacked it in the cupboard. Turning around, she saw Julie perched on a bar stool by the island, engrossed in a book. Jessica had to admire her; whatever she did, she did it with everything she had. Chores with her were proving to be a blast and Julie made the best roommate. The way she dove into her book made Jessica want to read, too.

  “Julie, would you mind if I borrowed that book when you're done?”

  Julie looked up. “I wouldn't mind at all, but you'll have to ask Blade. It's his. He's got a whole collection upstairs.”

  Jessica rubbed her hands together. “He has more?”

  “Yup. A whole room full. I know he'll let you read them. He's let everyone so far except you and Ben, but that's only because you two haven't asked yet.”

  “You don't think he'd mind?”

  “Nope. But, you should ask first. As a rule we stay downstairs unless we talk to him. He says he doesn't need all the space to himself, but Deborah insisted. She wanted him to have somewhere to go to escape us emotionals.”

  “Talk to him…” Jessica played with the hem of her shirt to avoid chewing on her nails. The one conversation had gone alright, but that didn't mean she wanted to replicate it. Especially after his abrupt departure.

  “I can come talk to him with you if that's what you're worried about. I have some chores I need to do though, so I won't be able to hold your hand the rest of the day. I should have put my book down long ago to get them done. Deborah's already going to be miffed with me.”

  “That would be great. I don't want you getting in any extra trouble because of me. Thank you so much, Jules!”

  Julie snickered as she closed her book and stood. “Jules?” She walked to the door with Jessica trailing after her. “I don't know what chores Blade has today, so I haven't a clue where—”

  “Are you looking for me?” Blade's baritone sent Jessica's heart galloping. She looked at her hand, studying her nails.

  “Hey, Blade,” Julie gushed. “You know it’s dangerous to just appear out of nowhere like that. What if one of us screamed?”

  “I'd walk away from you wondering what your problem was. I'll try to be noisier next time.”

  “Good, cause you might be able to take it, but I don't know if Jessica can.”

  “Wow. You mean she changes into a lethal weapon when you scream, too? That should come in handy for her.”

  Jessica scowled, but Julie giggled. “You know what I mean. Anyway, Jessica just found out about your library and is interested in finding something to read.”

  Julie nudged Jessica in the ribs. Jessica looked up for the first time since Blade came in. One glimpse at his neutral face and coherent words fled. “If I can. I mean I can. Well, read that is. I can read, but if you don't mind me taking a peek and borrowing one. Of your books.” Her eyes darted to the floor.

  There was an awkward pause and Jessica chided herself for being so disjointed. Just because her anger at him had washed away didn't mean she needed to act like an idiot.

  “You're welcome to look at my library and pick out whatever you like. Erin and Zach both asked if they could go up after they finished their chores, so they'll join you soon.”<
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  “Great,” Julie chimed in, “that's settled. I've got to get on with my chores. I'll catch you guys later. Good luck finding something to read, Jessica.”

  “Thanks.” Jessica watched her roommate walk down the hall and enter the greenhouse, wishing she could tag along. She looked up at Blade. He motioned to the stairs. Wavering, she wondered if she should wait for Zach and Erin. Everyone thought he was harmless enough. She was even beginning to think so. If that was the case, she would have to get used to spending time with him. She slogged forward, ready to change her mind for any trivial reason.

  Their footsteps thumped up the stairs. She was uncomfortably aware of his presence behind her. The back of her neck prickled. It took all her concentration to not turn around and walk up the stairs backwards just so she could keep an eye on him. If death came, she wanted to know it was coming.

  As soon as she got to the top of the staircase, she twisted on the carpet to the side of the hall to get out of the way. Her pulse thudded in her ears. Blade paused on the last step shaking lightly, watching her. She jumped when he spoke.

  “It's this room here, on the left.”

  He brushed past her, stirring the air with a musky sandalwood. The skin on her arms prickled. She rubbed them, willing them to go back to normal. With a deep breath, she followed after him, only to falter in the doorway. An “Oh” rushed from her lips as she gazed in.

  Maple shelves brimming with books lined the room. Several wide chairs and a rocking chair scattered the inner area with an assortment of end tables accompanying them. Blankets were scattered among the chairs, adding to the cozy feel. A picture window extending the width and length of one wall, looking out over the snow-wrapped valley, completed the room.

  Jessica stepped forward, the plush carpet masking the sound. Excited as she was about the book, she couldn't tear her eyes from the view. Even after spending a week here, she hadn't gotten a good look at the valley. It looked like it should have been a portrait hanging in a rich person's home. The forest climbing up the mountain must have been where she stumbled out of.