Zen and the Art of Vampires

"I'm all right, just a bit woozy from the loss of blood," I said, wrapping my tattered sleeve around the bleeding gash. The pain from that act almost left me retching. "I've got to find somewhere safe for you guys. Only I don't know of anywhere safe, and Alec might be captured, and Kristoff is gone off who knows where, and I don't even know where Magda is, and if the Brotherhood people find out I've been seen letting a vampire drink my blood, they may not listen to me…"

"Weeping never served anyone," Agda said, peering at me as tears of self-pity welled in my eyes. "You've got a brain, child, use it."

I sniffled back the unshed tears and remembered the cell phone Alec had shoved into my hands. I'd stuffed it into my pocket absentmindedly as I made my escape from the restaurant. I pulled it out now with a minute sense of hope. I might not be high on Kristoff's list of people he was willing to aid, but he wouldn't turn his back on Alec, would he?

I brought up the phone's address book, quickly finding the number for Kristoff.

"What is she doing now?" Hallur asked, studying the cell phone with interest.

"She's calling someone. That's a mobile phone. I've told you about them. All the fishermen in the village have them," Dagrun said with the voice of a teen who can't believe how stupid adults are.

"I've told you not to hang around those docks." Ingveldur rounded on her. "They're too rowdy for a young lady."

Dagrun rolled her eyes. "I'm dead! They can't do anything to me! Besides, how do you expect me to keep up on things if I stay along the shore with the rest of you?"

"You might be dead, but I'll not have a daughter of mine making sheep's eyes at the local fishermen," the ghost I assumed was her father said gruffly.

Kristoff's short, "Yes?" in my ear interrupted the scene.

"Kristoff? This is Pia. I know you're pissed at both Alec and me, but I could really use your help." I described in succinct sentences the happenings of the last half hour.

The ghosts, prompted by Dagrun's description of a cell phone, crowded around with their heads pressed closely to mine so they could hear.

"Where are you now?" Kristoff asked in a weary voice.

"At the north end of the park, near the cliff. Behind a tree."

The silence that followed was rife with annoyance. "Stay there. I'll fetch you as soon as I can."

"You'd best be hurrying," Old Agda yelled. "The reaper is bleeding something fierce."

"I'm fine," I interrupted. "Just get here as soon as you can. I have a feeling the police are going to be crawling over this area any minute."

I slumped back against the hard face of the cliff that edged the park, closing my eyes in an attempt to keep a handle on my emotions, the sounds of the seagulls and ghosts as they chatted seeming to blend and blur in my mind until they lulled me into a state of unawareness.

Fingers on my wounded arm roused me from my stupor. Sharp eyes of the purest teal considered me when I jerked upright.

"You came," I said without thinking, a little spike of hope starting anew within me.

"You asked me to," he answered. His brows pulled together as he gently removed the wad of cloth I'd tried to bind around my arm. "This is deep. It is still bleeding."

"It hurts like the dickens, too." I tried to keep my voice light, but judging by the assessing glance he shot at me, I suspected I failed.

He hesitated for a moment. "You should see a doctor."

"I don't think that would be a very good idea, not unless you know of someone who can patch me up without involving the police."

"Can't you help her?" Ulfur asked Kristoff.

"I am not a healer." He gently probed the area around the deep cut, his fingertips coming away red with my blood.

Instantly, a deep, consuming hunger rose within me. I shook my head at the fantastic thought. The hunger was within him, not me… but how did I know that?

"But you're a Dark One," Ulfur insisted. "You can close a wound, can't you?"

"I must be going into shock," I said aloud in a distant, somewhat abstracted voice.

Kristoff stared at his fingertips, swallowing hard as he struggled to control the hunger.

"Oh, you might as well," I said, leaning back as I closed my eyes. At that moment, I didn't care what happened to me. I was tired and in pain, and I just wanted to go to sleep forever. Let someone else take my burdens for a bit. "The blood's there, why let it go to waste?"

"You must help hen" Marta insisted.

"I'm going to take a little nap," I announced, my voice sounding distant even to me. "Do whatever you want."

I let myself drift, too tired to care anymore. Heat built up in my arm, a persistent sensation that wouldn't allow me to float away entirely. It was an annoying feeling, nagging at the edges of my awareness, pulling me back to a body that suddenly seemed too burdensome to bear.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the top of Kristoff's head, the rich brown curls a few inches from my nose. "What are you doing?"