The Dark Proposal Part 17

Daniel squeezed Claire's shoulder as some of the others smiled and applauded. Hilde simply glanced at her and gave a short grin.

Claire forced a smile, but could not make herself appear to be at ease. She knew everyone was seeing this and was probably doubting if she could be made one of them. If that were the case, maybe they would decide not to do so. After all, why waste their energy on making her a vampire when she couldn't live the life?

But that would mean making her a slave, of course. She knew too much. What choice did she have?

Then she noticed Casames was staring at her with a smirk on her face. She almost gasped in fright. Why did she allow her mind to wander in this room filled with mind readers?

"Claire, my dear," Daniel stepped around the chair to face her. "There is nothing to fear. You're practically one of us now. And trust me, once you officially are, your misery will end."

She just looked at him and after a few minutes, realized everyone, especially Casames, was waiting for a response from her. So she came up with something. "Why not do it now?"

"That's what I think," Hilde suddenly said. She shrank back a little when Casames shot her a look.

"We would, but first we must take you away from your old life," Daniel said. "Can't have you packing up from your apartment at night and looking pale in front of your roommates."

Nodding, Claire said, "So, when am I moving in?

"Tomorrow," Daniel replied. When her eyes widened, he went on to say, "Late afternoon tomorrow, Antonius and I will stop by with a moving van to take your things and move you to my place. You need to be ready by then."

"Have no fear, Claire," Casames suddenly spoke. "You've managed to explain your relations.h.i.+p with Daniel all this time; you'll manage to talk your way around this." He tried to give a benign smile, but she could see past it. "Everything will work out for the best."

Tomorrow. She already said good-bye to her parents for who knows how long. Now she had one more final day to say good-bye to her friends.

"Are you sure I'll get to see everyone again?" Claire said almost in a whisper.

"Of course," Daniel squatted down to her level. "There's always email, phone calls and even video calls. This is not the end of everything for you."

Daniel patted her knee, and then turned to reach over to his carry-on bag which he had brought with him. When he was in front of her again, he was holding a small box with blue suede covering it. He squatted back down and said to her, "As a token of my appreciation for you to join me eternally, I am giving you this." He opened the box and revealed a necklace made of diamonds and rubies. Claire surprised herself by gasping a little by the gift, since she knew they were authentic gems by the way they shone at her. Also, she knew Daniel had a lot of money to his name because of his art collection and the neighborhood where he lived.

He smiled proudly at her gasp and told her to put it on. She hesitated at first, knowing by putting on the necklace meant she was showing everyone that she was more than willing to join them.

Claire reached for the jewelry and allowed Daniel to fastened it around her neck. The necklace was short, almost choker length. She glanced around the room, she saw their simple smiles and eyes glistening with satisfaction. She had taken more steps.

As Daniel gave her a kiss on the forehead, Casames spoke up, saying, "That you could wear during your transformation ceremony. It would be quite a lovely touch."

The rest of the vampires stood up and walked over to Claire, offering her hugs and kisses. She accepted the embraces, but stiffened over the kisses, particularly from the women. She simply was not ready for that.

Seeing that, Yvette arched an eyebrow and turned to Carys. "She needs a lot of work."

Carys put a thoughtful expression on. "Hmm, yes. But we've all been there, haven't we?"

"It didn't take us long," Yvette responded in a singsong voice.

Claire was about to come back at that, but Carys fingered her necklace. "It's so beautiful on you. You ought to be delighted to have such a piece."

"Not only that," Yvette perked up. "It shows its the first of many jewelry you're going to get in the future."

"Indeed," Hilde suddenly said. "Say good-bye to the cheap stuff you wear."

Claire forced out a giggle, but the necklace was like a noose on her.

Claire and the vampires continued to stay at Casames' townhouse. Some had already fed, others were waiting until late in the night. Daniel was one of those who had already drunk from someone, telling Claire, "Don't worry, it wasn't a c.o.c.ktail waitress" playfully smirking. She just rolled her eyes as though it was a lame joke, but she felt like a robot.

Casames stayed seated on the leather couch, left ankle on top of his right knee, arms spread out on the top of the couch. Authority certainly pleased him.

He watched Claire and Daniel from time to time, absorbing their relations.h.i.+p and the soon-to-be vampire. The two stayed huddled together in the corner of the living room. She told him she didn't want to be near the others because she felt overwhelmed. That was half the truth. The other half was she couldn't bear Casames' hard dark eyes, examining her like a someone to get a new pet to add to its collection.

"The necklace looks beautiful on you," Daniel said.

Unconsciously, Claire reached up and touched the diamonds and rubies. "Thank you. I'm very pleased with it."

"Good," he gently squeezed her upper arm. "Think of it as the first of many luxury items you will have for now on. I intend to spoil you." He kissed her cheek.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Casames smiled too, with pure satisfaction.

She bit her bottom lip out of nerves and to stop herself from thinking, but one thought slipped by before the door slammed.

There was no going back. This was it.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

When the time she woke up the next morning at home, a painful headache was thudding through Claire's skull. It throbbed so forcefully, she wondered if she was about to have an aneurysm.

She took some aspirin with her breakfast. Samantha was once again home, waiting anxiously for the results of Tuesday's interview. Monica was spending another day subst.i.tuting. It saddened Claire that she would not be around Monica's soft, calm demeanor until much later in the day. She wanted to share her time between her friends.

But she couldn't afford anymore headaches. After eating, she continued packing and throwing away some of her belongings. Samantha helped out and the two spent most of the day doing this. Claire could tell she wanted to chat about the good old days, before Daniel came onto the scene, but she simply wanted to savor her friend's presence. There could be no room for arguments today.

By 3 PM, they were done packing. Her room looked the same as it had when she and the other two moved in right before graduation seven months ago. Her desk and dresser would be picked up over the weekend when her brother rented a truck to bring them back to New Jersey. Her twin-sized bed was given to her by the Palermos' and it was up to Vincent to do what he wanted to do with it, if he could concentrate on doing so. Claire hoped he would maintain the kindness that he showed her and her roommates once all three move out, less than a year after moving into his two-family house.

How quickly time went by. Lowering herself onto the bed, Claire buried herself in the memory of those early days with Daniel. How he seemed odd and distant when she first met him at the English Department office. She realized he didn't seem to be that enthusiastic about helping her get more freelancing. Instead, he seemed to be trying to get rid of her, so she would leave him alone. That, or to impress the chairwoman. He probably figured if he turned her down, she would complain to Laura Matthews and his problems with her would dig a deeper hole. Whatever it was, Claire felt she should have known that he was not a good choice of a contact. But how could she have not? She was desperate, like anyone else in a lousy economy. Was that forgivable?

Then they met at the coffee shop and he twisted her mind so they could get to know each other, on a casual level. Why did he do that? Once he wiped away her doubts, he was interested in getting to know her. What did Daniel really see in her? Was it actually a potential partner for the ages? Or was there something sinister, more so than forcing her to become a vampire when, with all her being, she did not want to be one? There had to be something that was going through her mind that attracted him to her. Maybe it was the self-doubt, or the naivete, or being an emotionally and mentally undeveloped person, compared to an almost-700 year old vampire. He definitely saw something malleable, he had to. Why else would he be in such a rush to date her?

And why exactly did he want to make her like him? Was he really in terrible need of companions.h.i.+p? That had to be a lie; he was surrounded by vampires and clearly enjoyed their company. Unless that was lie and an act, like all of his other lies and acts...

Claire puffed out some air. It was too late. Here she was, waiting until sundown to move in with the creature who twisted her mind, manipulated her, abused her into doing this. How could she had not noticed? Was she really clueless? Was she really as weak as Monica and Samantha had hinted more than once before?

But then again, was there really a chance she would figure out that Daniel was a supernatural creature? One that could kill without a single blink of an eye and blame someone else for it? Honestly, would the thought ever enter her mind?

Swallowing a thick lump in her throat, Claire wiped away the drop of tears br.i.m.m.i.n.g at her eyes and stood up. He would be here in a couple of hours. Might as well enjoy her last moments with the two girls she was leaving behind.

Monica came home a few minutes later after another day subst.i.tuting. She had a paper to finish and Claire offered to help her. The two sat at the kitchen table in front of their laptops, working together. Samantha was watching TV at first, but eventually joined them. It was like their old college days when the three would be huddled in the library, cafeteria or dorm room, working as a team to complete their a.s.signments, even though they had separate majors. They started off giggling, and then they were laughing out loud as they traded ideas about how to make Monica's essay stellar. Claire used her writerly talents to suggest words, while Samantha rolled her eyes over Claire's choices, then Monica had the final say because she understood the a.s.signment the most.

"This is not Shakespeare!" she complained jokingly to Claire.

"But it would make your paper better!"Claire laughed.

"She wants to be an elementary school teacher, not a college professor!" Samantha spoke up. "Get your words right!"

The laughter died down and the three continued to work on the essay. Before long, all of them realized they were squinting at the laptop screen and night had come. For Monica and Samantha, it was time to take a break and prepare for dinner. They would've taken her out to dinner, but having her move out at a rapid pace was not enough to save up for. Plus, Daniel's insistence that they move during the night was not easy to schedule a dinner date around.

As Claire looked out the window and saw the street lights lit up, she knew it meant Daniel would be at the apartment at any moment. The darkness was him and his world closing in on her.

"You could leave me out tonight," she said. Monica and Samantha stopped getting out the kitchenware. "I mean, Dan's going to be here soon and he'll take me out once everything is done."

"Why can't he stay for dinner?" Monica asked. "We have enough spaghetti for four."

Claire wasn't sure how to answer, but she was saved by her phone as it buzzed the arrival of a text. She picked it up and saw Daniel's message.

Just came over the bridge. Will be there shortly.

"Is that him?" Samantha took a step over to Claire, but she clutched her phone to her chest, as if hiding something highly secretive.

Samantha was confused. "You know, you've been acting very weird lately! Nothing makes sense. I just - I - I..." Throwing her hands up, she turned to fill a pot with water. Monica looked pensive.

Claire didn't say anything. She just watched as her two friends prepared the spaghetti and tomato sauce. Samantha stirred the sauce while Monica took the uncooked pasta and began snapping it in two for the pot. Hearing the sound of the breaking spaghetti echoed loudly in Claire's ears.

Ten minutes after the text, Daniel called her, telling her he had just pulled up outside of the house. Antonius was with him, and they were using the van The Black Roses used for gigs to move Claire's belongings.

"Okay, I'll meet you outside," Claire stood up and headed for the door.

In the small driveway, Antonius' black van had its rear facing the apartment door. He had just turned off the engine, and Daniel was stepping out. The look on his face reminded Claire of the way he looked before, back when he seemed like a normal person .

"h.e.l.lo, darling," he said as he kissed her. Patting her upper arms, a small smile played on his face. "Are you ready?"

Separating herself from her doubts and fears, she pasted a smile on her face. She nodded and gestured him to come inside. Antonius followed, but when the front door closed behind Daniel, Claire noticed he was still outside, pretending to be waiting for the first boxes.

"Um, Antonius?" she said. He looked at her through the gla.s.s window. "You're free to come in. It's too cold out."

"Oh okay. Thanks." With that, the vampire quickly dropped his distracted demeanor, opened the door and walked right in. Out of the corner of her eye, Claire saw both Monica and Samantha staring at him with bewilderment. She imagined they were wondering what that was all about.

"Do you guys want anything? Water, soda?" she said in a hurried manner.

Daniel shook his head while Antonius said, "Nah, I'm good."

"How about some dinner?" Samantha spoke up. "We've got plenty for five." Her confusion had turned to suspicion, Claire noted, and she was going to try to take control of the situation.

"Sorry, Sam," Daniel said. "We're just going to get Claire's boxes and then we're off."

"Oh," Samantha said in mock surprise. "And we're not going to formally say good-bye to her?" From her spot in front of the stove, Monica was listening while concentrating on stirring the spaghetti.

Another smile on Daniel's face, this one was small and closed mouthed. He glanced at Antonius, who's boyish face gave off a sense of innocence. "We can stay a little bit after packing the van, but not for long. The building manager does not allow such late moving."

Claire watched Samantha, half hoping she would come back with her sharp mind, half hoping she wouldn't.

Thankfully, Samantha put on a similar smile with her teeth showing a bit. "Okay. Then I'll give you some soda after you're both done. Good?"

Daniel agreed, and a glimmer of relief came over Antonius. Claire immediately sprung up on the ball of her feet, indicating all was well. "Shall we get started?"

One nod from Daniel and he followed her into the bedroom, where nearly eight boxes meant to hold cases of beer bottles were piled around the floor. Although she knew the two vampires could easily carry each heavy box on their own, she helped them anyway. She was acting out a scene for her soon-to-be former roommates, mindfully watching each step and gesture. Giving Antonius permission to enter the apartment was blatantly strange and there was no room for anymore suspicious behavior.

The van was loaded up within a half hour. When the three walked back into the apartment, Monica and Samantha were already eating their dinner. The bright red tomato sauce covering the pasta made Claire think of blood. She shuddered.

Samantha got up to pour soda for the men. "I don't know what kind you guys like," she said, holding up a bottle. "But this is all we have."

Claire knew that was lie, and she knew Daniel knew too. But he played along, accepting the gla.s.s and drinking the beverage without hesitation, as did Antonius. The two went over to the couch where they chatted quietly, while Claire sat with her friends for what could be the final time.

"You sure you don't want anything?" Monica asked.

"We're going out to eat once we move in," Claire repeated, sipping her soda. Monica shrugged and twisted her food around her fork.

"So, you're going to fly to Paris Sat.u.r.day night?" Samantha asked nonchalantly.

"Actually in mid-afternoon, around two-thirty."

"You better send us plenty of pictures!" Monica said. "I mean, come on, it is Paris!"

Claire smiled and promised she would.

"And don't forget to call to tell us you're there," Samantha widened her eyes. "And remember to say Bonjour!"

Claire started to giggle as the two began making a list a places for her to see, what to do, and what to wear. They also began telling how to adjust to life in New York. She was no longer a small town girl from New Jersey, and no longer someone from Staten Island, the forgotten borough. She was a city girl for now on.

Samantha nudged her. "So in the long run, you can forget about us because we won't be cool or glamorous enough for you."

Claire gasped. "Oh come on, you know I could never forget either of you! You have and will always be my family." She punctuated that final word by throwing her arms around Samantha. When the other girl hugged back, Monica rushed over and joined in the group hug.

It was a long hug that started off gleefully but turned into sorrow. There was silent pause as the three hung on to each other, not wanting to face the truth hovering over them. But Claire's sniffling broke the silence and she felt a tear slide down Monica's cheek next to hers. She also felt weighted tension in Samantha, but it was tension of sadness, and even fear.

"I'm going to miss you, girls," Claire's voice came between chokes.

"We're going to miss you," Monica whispered. "This all happened so quickly."

"We've been through so much," Samantha said. "Didn't we promise to stick together?"

They pulled back from each other and wiped their tears, though Samantha had none and instead swallowed heavily. For a moment, Claire was certain she was going to start complaining right there and create a scene.

But her friend just sighed and said, "Don't forget us, I mean it."

"I won't! Don't be silly," Claire patted her shoulder. "Maybe we could meet up when I get back from Paris."