Sanguis Noctis: Bloodlines Part 49

Jed noticed Anthony didn't particularly seem to like that option, though he couldn't take a guess as to why. The doctor continued, "The treatment would slow down the progression of the disease. We could help Anthony manage his pain, and if we're lucky, he'd be able to return to some aspects of his life. A part-time job, maybe."

"So why are we talking about this?" Randall asked hoa.r.s.ely. "Anthony, you have to take the treatment."

"It'd dull my senses," Anthony muttered. "He said it might make it difficult for me to even turn."

"You know what else makes that difficult?" Jed said bluntly. "Being dead." After all this time, all the things they'd tried, Jed could not believe Anthony would sit here and start having second thoughts.

"It really is the best option," Dr. Medena said, clearly trying to school his voice into some sort of soothing tone. "It would add decades to your life expectancy if you don't push yourself too hard."

Anthony let out a short, explosive exhale. He scrubbed his hands through his hair and seemed to fold in on himself. "Fine," he said quietly. "Okay, I'll do the treatment."

Edwin threw himself at Anthony, practically knocking him over in a hug. "It's okay," Edwin was whispering fiercely. "I'll smell everything for you, I promise. And I'll go running with you no matter what. Okay? Just don't die."

Anthony put his arms around Edwin. He still didn't look happy, and Jed had no problem admitting he had no f.u.c.king clue what the issue was. Two years of pain versus decades of management didn't even sound like a choice to him.

"We'll get you started on the treatment right away, then," Dr. Medena said. He stood from his chair, getting some folders in order. "It's a regimen of pills, so you won't have to be in and out of the hospital much. Though I would advise you to come in for regular checkups, just in case we need to change the dosage around."

"Should we worry about any other side effects?" Randall looked like he wanted to fall over, like stress was just eating him alive, but he'd pulled out a little notebook that Jed could see was already half filled with a messy scrawl. "If you could just tell me any instructions I might need."

They sat with the doctor for a while longer, Randall asking questions, writing everything down, and Anthony looking increasingly more miserable. Jed honestly didn't understand. Yeah, it wasn't a cure, but at least it wasn't as big of a death sentence as Anthony had been walking around with. And any kind of pain relief had to be welcome.

As they walked out to the van in uncomfortable silence, Jed just kept looking over at Anthony, utterly confused. Maybe it just hadn't sunk in yet. "Hey," Jed tried, giving him a light punch in the shoulder. "At least you're not going to croak anytime soon. That's got to be a relief, right?"

Everyone just stared at him blankly. Apparently that wasn't the best way to lighten the mood.

Jesus. And people wondered why Jed didn't do families.

Eventually, though, it did make Anthony smile, so that was something. "Yeah," he replied after a few moments of silence. "It's good news." He rubbed a hand over his eyes, his expression still numb somehow, like he hadn't really had the chance to think about everything. "I'm sorry. I'm being a buzzkill. How about tonight we all cook up a ma.s.sive dinner and celebrate?"

"Are we going home?" Edwin asked. "I bet there's loads of rabbits out in our woods."

"Yeah, we'll drive back once we get everything packed again." Anthony clapped a hand to Victor's shoulder. "Want to come for the night? You too, Jed and Redford. Pack gathering."

"What, we've been adopted?" Jed smirked. But what he'd thought would be a joke turned into Edwin hugging him, grinning as he looped his arm through Redford's.

"Of course. I can take Redford hunting. There's this awesome spot out west of the lake."

"Maybe you and Anthony could go fis.h.i.+ng for real, Jed," Randall suggested. "We'll have rabbit stew and baked fish for dinner. And some roasted vegetables, for the noncarnivores among us."

Anthony gave a low laugh. "Hey, Victor, maybe you can hunt the vegetables for us."

Victor sighed, a long-suffering sound. "As long as they don't fight back, I'm sure I can manage."

"So, family dinner tonight." Randall nodded, arm tightening around Victor's waist. "And you're all welcome to stay over. I know it's a long drive back." He gave Victor a low smile, kissing his shoulder. "You could make a weekend of it? We'll bring the research, get some work done, if you're worried about being productive."

Victor kissed Randall's cheek in affirmative; then they crowded into the van. The mood was a lot lighter on the drive back than it had been on the way there. Having a death sentence averted would do that. Anthony still seemed a little quiet, but both Randall and Edwin, as the news seemed to sink in, were starting to act like they'd gotten a stay of execution.

Packing didn't take long, though it did require three trips to load up all the books Randall and Victor insisted were necessary. And even though Jed pointed out that it was highly unlikely they'd leave the bed for days, much less do heavy reading, no one was willing to listen to him. He did insist that they stop by his and Redford's apartment to pick up Knievel. His princess might be fine for a few days on her own, but any more than that and she made him pay for it later. Like all spoiled cats, she demanded attention in regular intervals. Redford worried that they were overreaching, bringing the cat along, but Jed just packed her and her toys up in the cage, putting Edwin in charge of making sure she didn't get lost under the seats.

The trip to the Lewises' cabin was getting really G.o.dd.a.m.n familiar. By the time they got to the house, Jed was ready to stretch his legs.

After Edwin and Randall insisted that Anthony didn't need to do anything to help, Jed spotted Anthony slowly making his way to the edge of the lake. There were fis.h.i.+ng poles lined up neatly in the mudroom of the house, and Jed grabbed three, along with a tackle box. Redford behind him, Jed headed toward the water, finding Anthony sitting on a long log that had been pulled up close to the lake's edge, obviously purposefully placed and secured.

Wordlessly handing Anthony one of the poles, Jed got himself settled and set about baiting his and Redford's hooks. He'd at least learned that much in the fis.h.i.+ng books they'd gotten, and Anthony had all sorts of interesting things in the tackle box. No live worms, though. Jed still wasn't sure how one would go about getting those.

His cast was... not good at all. The first few times Jed didn't make it in the water. Redford got all tangled up in his line and nearly cut his palm open on the hook. Anthony finally took pity on them and showed them how to send their hooks flying out into the water. Not with nearly as much grace as Anthony showed, but at least they weren't impaling themselves.

Redford sat close to Jed, their shoulders pushed up against each other, and in the break between casts he grinned over at Jed. "At least we get to go fis.h.i.+ng," he said.

"This is practice fis.h.i.+ng," Jed allowed, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration as he arced the rod over his head and sent the line flying toward the middle of the lake. "Real fis.h.i.+ng comes with sun and sand and drinks with umbrellas in them."

"And real fish come from mountain lakes, not sand," Anthony snorted. "What kind of fish would you even catch on a beach, Jed? Sharks?"

Jed blinked, thinking. "Ones that go good with rum-based drinks?"

"I may have to give you some more tips before you try fis.h.i.+ng for real," Anthony replied, bemused.

"I got this postcard once." Jed was focused on watching the steady swell of his bobber as it floated above the light ripples of the lake. No bites yet. "I was seventeen, I'd just left home a year before, I don't know, I was young. Stupid. Living on the streets, doing whatever. They wouldn't let me enlist yet, so I had to kill time before I turned eighteen. Anyway, I found this postcard stuck in a grate near where I was holed up. It was winter and f.u.c.king cold, but the card had this picture of these two beach chairs, fis.h.i.+ng pole stuck in the sand, palm trees, table with two drinks. And it just said wish you were here." Jed snorted, reeling in his line again for another try. "All I could think was 'yeah, well, me too, f.u.c.ker.' But I kept it for a long time. Always wanted to do that."

After a second of silence, Jed felt Redford lean against his shoulder. Yeah, yeah. Caring and sharing time. "Anyway," he muttered gruffly, scowling out at the water. "Probably not so much about catching fish."

"Probably not." Anthony patted the shoulder that wasn't being taken up by Redford. "But you'll get your beach fis.h.i.+ng eventually."

"Yeah." Jed cast again, watching the bobber make a wobbly arc back out to the water. "Think I just like the idea of being on the ocean. Been around it a lot, but most of the time I didn't get to just relax or anything." h.e.l.l, most of the time he'd get dropped in someplace in the dead of night or get carted in after three days with no real sleep, do his job, and get out again. Leisure time was kind of a new concept.

Anthony made a noise under his breath that sounded like a laugh-one that he hadn't wanted to give proper voice to, but had made its way out nonetheless. "Well, if you ever need a water fix, we've got a little dingy you can take out on the lake. Fis.h.i.+ng isn't great anymore, but the water's still there. For now."

"What, you afraid it's going to run away?" Jed gave Anthony a sideways glance. "Didn't realize that lakes were that mobile."

"It's drying up slowly." Anthony cast his line out with a casual ease born of years of experience. "The fish are nearly gone, and this year the water level has gone down half a foot. There used to be someone here that tended to it, but without him"-Anthony shrugged-"it'll be gone in five or ten years."

"Why?" Jed reached out a leg and poked the toe of his boot in the water, as if he could somehow see it retreating. "I mean, is that even normal?"

"It misses him," Anthony said softly. "It got used to his company, and now that he's gone, it doesn't want to stay. I tried everything, but water isn't my expertise."

Okay, that didn't make any sense. Jed exchanged a quick glance with Redford, who looked just as baffled as him, before figuring he might as well ask. "What the f.u.c.k are you talking about?" As far as Jed knew, water didn't have emotions.

Anthony only looked at Jed quickly before he started laughing. "I'm sorry, Jed," he said, grinning ruefully. "That probably didn't make a lick of sense to you. There used to be someone that lived nearby that I used to see all the time when I was a kid. He was a half blood, a selkie, and whenever they live near water, the water prospers. But he had to leave, so it's like... giving a plant some really good soil and then switching it to sand. So the lake is drying up."

"So these sookie people, they make lakes grow?" Jed frowned, again looking over at Redford. "Did you know that?"

"I don't even know what a selkie is," Redford said, apologetic.

"It'd be a long explanation. But the mermaid myth came from selkies," Anthony explained. "They don't make lakes grow, they just.... I guess it's difficult to explain." Even though Jed was trying to wrangle his fis.h.i.+ng line into doing what he wanted it to, he couldn't miss the way Anthony's voice took on an edge of nostalgia. "Vilhehn would come to the lake about once a week. We'd go out and swim in the middle of it, and he'd say things to the water, he'd sing. I never knew what he was saying. But every time, we'd catch an extra big fish for dinner, or the water wouldn't be so cold the next morning."

"That's your guy, right?" Jed settled in, legs kicked out in front of him, looping his free arm around Redford to play his fingers along his side. "That Vil whatever. He's the one who left?"

Anthony let out a slow breath. "Yeah," he replied. "He had to leave and I had to stay. It didn't work out."

"Want to talk about it?" Jed asked bluntly, figuring he wasn't going to pry if this would send Anthony off into some sort of crying fit. Or, worse, make him start hugging people.

"I pretty much just said everything there is to say." Anthony patted Jed on the shoulder. "It's a short, sad story that I do my best to not really think about most days."

"So that's it, then?" Seemed kind of like a raw deal to Jed. "You liked some guy a thousand years ago and you're just stuck?"

"I've tried to date," Anthony admitted. "About a year back, I had a two-month relations.h.i.+p. Before that I managed to stay in one for about three months. It's not like I'm literally physically unable to be with anybody else, it was just... well, n.o.body else ever came close."

Jed looked over at Redford, who was oddly silent, staring out over the water, just letting the conversation wash over him. "You should go after him," Jed pointed out quietly, his eyes on Redford. "It's always worth it to go after them."

Anthony was one of the most openly emotional people Jed had ever met. Every single thing he felt expressed itself on his face, so seeing him nearly blank now was a little disconcerting. For a brief moment, a horrible, sick look pa.s.sed over Anthony's eyes, but then it was gone again. "I can't now," he said flatly. "The doctor said no exerting myself too much. No long travel. No hiking across the mountains to a beach that no airplane goes to."

Jed nodded, considering things. "Want me to find him?" he offered quietly, gaze returning to the water. "Can't say I've ever tracked down mer-dudes, but I'm not half bad at finding people who don't want to be found." Unless they were pain-in-the-a.s.s vampires. "He should know, Ant. You know he should know."

"No, he shouldn't," Anthony said. "He has a different life now, things he needs to do for the sake of his people. He doesn't need to hear about some sick wolf halfway across the world."

"Look, I'm not Oprah or some s.h.i.+t. I don't know much about anything. And I'm not an expert. Just... if you wanted." Jed shrugged, uncomfortable. "I'd want to know. For the record. So would you."

"Maybe one day." Anthony started reeling his line in-the first of them to catch a fish so far. The fish that came out on the hook was so tiny that n.o.body would bother with it, but Anthony took it anyway.

Jed reached out to poke it, fascinated. "Are you going to eat it?" he wondered. And then, frowning, "What part is the fish stick?"

"I thought I might give it to Knievel," Anthony said, smiling a little. "And there's no actual part that's the fish stick. Fish sticks are disgusting."

Redford fidgeted beside Jed-Jed recognized that movement. Redford was trying to gather up the courage to say something. "Anthony, um," Redford said tentatively, "I just wanted to ask. You didn't seem too happy at the cure."

The smile dropped off Anthony's face. "It's stupid," he sighed. "I know it's stupid. I am happy. It'll be expensive, but we'll figure it out. It's just... the side effects. And what I'll need to do. My senses will be dulled. I won't be able to s.h.i.+ft much, the doctor said. I can't run. It feels like I won't even be able to be who I am. I won't be a wolf, not really."

"You'll be alive," Jed pointed out. "Nothing else f.u.c.king matters, man. I've seen some s.h.i.+t. Guys blown apart in front of me, legs ripped off, eyes popping like grapes, and you get down to the core of it, who you are is alive. Everything else you figure out. You get a peg leg or you wear a f.u.c.king eye patch, whatever. Long as you're breathing in and out, that's what's important."

"I know." Anthony's shoulders had slumped, his head bowed. "I do know. I'm sorry. I probably seem like the biggest a.s.shole in the world right now."

"Nope." Jed nudged his shoulder against Anthony. "You sound like a guy who just got his legs blown off. It sucks. And you get to be p.i.s.sed about it, because it isn't fair. I'm just sayin', don't go too far down that road. It gets real dark, real fast."

And then he was engulfed in a one-armed hug. What the h.e.l.l was it with Anthony and hugs?

"Thanks, Jed. For everything." Anthony squeezed him tighter.

"You're a freak," Jed muttered, scowling. But he b.u.mped their knees together, and maybe, maybe, he didn't mind it as much as he let on. Just because Anthony was an idiot and it was hard to stay irritated with idiots.

Anthony took pity on him and let him out of the hug. "Jed," Redford announced, excited, "Your line is moving."

"What?" Sure enough, it was. Whooping, Jed stood, prancing forward and then back, all but flailing. "What do I do? What do I do?"

"Reel it in," Anthony laughed, standing with him and putting one hand on the fis.h.i.+ng rod. "Don't rush. Just wind it back steadily."

Tongue poking out from between his teeth, Jed tried to follow Anthony's directions. Nice and slow, he turned the crank and eased the line back. The fish jerked on it, pulling away, and Jed cursed loudly, surprised at the fight. Instinctively, he let go of the reel, and the line ran out, the fish swimming away. Anthony jumped in, helping him, and together they reeled it back again, slowly, sometimes letting the line out a bit more, sometimes fighting the fish as they brought it in. Finally, with one last hard turn of the reel, they hauled a giant ba.s.s out and onto the sand. Jed's eyes went round with shock as he watched it flop around.

"Holy s.h.i.+t! I caught Moby d.i.c.k!"

Redford looked positively gleeful beside him, kneeling down to help Anthony hold the fish still. "Jed, you probably caught the biggest fish in the lake," he enthused. "Do you have your phone? You have to take a picture."

Jed was grinning so wide it hurt, fumbling to get his phone out. "Oh my G.o.d, can we frame it? Like those big deer heads?" He took a picture of the fish next to Redford, almost dancing in victorious joy. "Anthony! Look how huge it is!"

Anthony didn't look as excited as they did, but his little smile was heartfelt. Jed noticed his gaze dart toward the lake, and he seemed to say something under his breath, though Jed didn't catch the words. "You can frame it if you want," Anthony finally replied. "But it looks to me like it'd make a really good dinner."

"Yeah, that," Jed agreed with a nod. "Let's eat it." He paused, hands on his hips, staring down at the flopping, scaly fish. "How the f.u.c.k do you eat it?"

IT TURNED out, you could roast the whole d.a.m.n thing. Eyeb.a.l.l.s and all. Jed found himself hovering in the kitchen, fascinated, watching as Randall cleaned the fish and put it in the oven, just like that. He was once again told that there was no fish stick portion, which seemed kind of sad to him, but they had that going and a rabbit stew, and Victor and Randall were happily working shoulder to shoulder to cook the vegetables. Randall even had some kind of apple dessert thing baking.

In short, everything smelled really good.

Knievel was happily chowing down on her minifish while the rest of them gathered around the table. Pa.s.sing plates and drinks, the casual conversation petered out to nothing as they all dug in. The food was so d.a.m.n good that they all were perfectly content to eat rather than try to come up with small talk.

When they were down to sc.r.a.ping their plates-or even licking them, in Edwin's case-Anthony took a deep breath and said, "We need to talk about the future."

"Good idea," Edwin agreed. "I think we should definitely take a vacation at Victor's when it gets colder. I bet his pond thing would freeze, and I really want to try ice skating."

"That's not what I meant, Ed," Anthony said gently. "I meant your future, and Randall's. Whether or not this treatment works, both of you need to start having lives, not just sitting around looking after me."

"Anthony...." Randall hesitated from where he was pouring coffee. "I'm not sure we need to talk about this. We're doing just fine how we are now. My job is going to help a lot with expenses, Edwin is going to go up to Victor's with me three times a week, and with that extra income we're going to be a lot better with bills."

"I didn't mean just money either." Anthony scrubbed a hand over his face, looking frustrated at himself. "I'm not saying this right. You should go to college, Randall. Edwin, you should figure out what your pa.s.sion is, what you want to do for a living. If the treatments work and I can get out of bed, I'm going to go get my old job back. And if these treatments don't work, you need to start thinking about those things anyway so you can be properly set up for your futures."

There was absolute silence. Not a lull in conversation, not even a moment of thought before words started to flow again. Just silence. As if Anthony had suggested they all merrily skip off of a cliff. Randall looked blank, like he'd been shut down and put away. Edwin wasn't moving, staring at the table, lips pressed together tightly.

"I wish I didn't have to say this," Anthony said. "But you're my brothers. And I need to look out for you both, because neither of you seem to be doing it yourselves, lately."

A wince crossed Randall's face, but he still wasn't talking. Edwin stood up. "Shut up," he told Anthony, voice cracking. "Just shut up. We... we've done everything, okay? And I didn't say a word. We went and found the pack, we came home, you used goop on your hands, like, what the h.e.l.l? Who actually thought that was going to work? But we did it. Because you are family and that is what we do. So don't sit there and tell me to start thinking about the future, okay? Because I don't want to. If there's any version out there where you're not in it, I'm not looking. I refuse. You can't make me."

"You're going to have to," Anthony said bluntly. It looked like even just saying the words hurt, but he did it anyway. "We all knew what loss felt like when we lost our parents. And there is every possibility that you both will have to go through it again. It's not nice, it's not fair, but it's happening. And if the both of you are at square one and have no prospects for your futures if I check out, I'll never forgive myself."

"If you die, then I'm just going to too," Edwin shot back. "So shut up and stop talking about this."

The snarl that Anthony gave made even Jed flinch back. "Don't you dare," Anthony said hoa.r.s.ely. "You think it's funny, saying that? Jesus, Edwin, Randall's right there. You'd leave him too?"

"I'm not joking," Edwin gritted out. "You're giving up, so why the h.e.l.l shouldn't I? You think I'm an idiot? You don't want to take the medicine. And if you stop, you're going to get worse."

"Guys," Randall whispered, but Edwin kept going, getting louder, shouting right over Randall's interjection.

"You don't get to tell me to move on, like you're some bad thing I need to get over! So stop being so... stupid."

"I am going to take the G.o.dd.a.m.n treatments," Anthony growled. "And I am going to continue fighting this disease every step of the way, but I'm not going to pretend there's not a chance it might not work."

"Stop saying that." Edwin turned and ran, shedding clothes as he went, knocking a gla.s.s over in his wake. The next moment there was a flash of blond as Edwin ran into the woods, wolf form blending into the shadows and disappearing completely from sight.

Randall sighed, staring at the table. After a beat he stood, moving to clean up the shattered gla.s.s. Anthony cursed under his breath and slumped back down in his chair. Beside Jed, Redford sounded like he had only just started breathing again, and Victor looked fl.u.s.tered, cleaning his gla.s.ses.

Then Anthony was up and out of his chair again, moving to the front door. Randall still wasn't trying to talk, barely even reacting as he carefully swept up the gla.s.s, as he mopped up the spilled water. In the distance was a long howl, an anguished noise that seemed to s.h.i.+ver through Jed, some primal reaction to something that wild.