2. THROWING STONES
“THIS MUST BE THE PLACE,” Leesa said.
She stood with Rave and Max at the top of a long asphalt driveway above Black Pond State Park. Below them, the waters of a beautiful lake sparkled in the sunshine. Leesa wore a heavy blue sweatshirt over a long sleeve pullover shirt and black leggings. Rave had on a dark brown, long sleeve waffle-knit shirt and jeans. With his inner heat, Rave didn’t require much in the way of clothes, but he made sure always to wear something somewhat appropriate for the weather to avoid drawing unnecessary attention.
Max waited patiently in front of them, his side pressed up against Rave’s leg. His tail wagged excitedly as he looked down toward the park, but he made no move to head down the driveway without them. Rave carried Max’s leash in his hand—he had unfastened it as soon as they were out of sight of the house. Leesa had looked at him worriedly when he undid the leash, but Rave assured her there was nothing to worry about. He had knelt and whispered a few words into Max’s ear, and Max had not strayed more than a few feet from them the whole way here. Leesa was amazed; every time she had walked Max he was constantly pulling on his leash, wanting to smell or chase something. Not today, though. Not with Rave here.
It was just past ten o’clock on Saturday morning. The day promised to be a nice one, especially considering the season. The temperature had already topped forty and the few puffy white clouds in the sky betrayed no hint of any coming bad weather. Perfect hiking weather, so that’s what Leesa and Rave had decided to do.
Thanksgiving weekend was going great. Leesa was staying at her aunt and uncle’s house, sharing a room with her mom. Since Bradley still lived there as well, they were all together for the first time in years. They had done some shopping and gone to a movie at the mall on Friday, then enjoyed Thanksgiving leftovers that evening. Rave had gone home Thursday night, but he had returned this morning.
A nice long hike gave them the perfect excuse for some alone time. Holding hands, they walked down the driveway toward the lake. Below them, a half-dozen boats and canoes floated lazily out on the water, all but one with at least one fishing pole hanging over the side.
The eastern shore was steep and rocky, plummeting into the lake at a sharp angle, so they turned west at the bottom of the ramp and followed a dirt trail into the mostly leafless trees. The path was flat and well-maintained, making walking easy. Max led the way, his tail wagging happily as he bounded along the trail. Despite his exuberance, he never got farther than twenty feet or so ahead of them, not even when they heard small animals rustling through the underbrush nearby.
“How are you doing this?” Leesa asked when a rabbit streaked across the trail less than ten feet in front of Max and he made no move to chase it. “Dogs love to chase rabbits. I know Max does—I’ve seen him. But you’ve got him behaving like he’s on an invisible leash.”
Rave smiled. “It’s no big deal. I just told him to be a good dog and stay near us.”
Leesa looked at him skeptically. “That’s it? You just told him to be a good dog?”
“I told you, volkaanes and dogs have a special affinity for each other.”
“A special affinity?” Leesa said, frowning. “There’s got to be more to it than that.”
Rave shrugged. “I’m not sure I can explain it any better than that. It goes back ages, when volkaanes and werewolves forged an alliance against vampires, who were dominant back then. Wolves and dogs are closely related, so I guess some of that spilled over.”
Leesa stopped abruptly and grabbed Rave’s arm. “Werewolves? Don’t tell me werewolves are real, too.”
“Of course they are. Or, at least they were. Something, or someone, wiped them out centuries ago.”
“Vampires?” Leesa asked.
“No one really knows, at least not that I’m aware of. But I do not think vampires were behind it. We would know if vampires had done it, I think. It could simply have been a disease—or it could have been something more sinister.”
Leesa’s head felt like it was spinning. She had asked a simple question about Max—well, maybe not all that simple—and all of a sudden they were talking about werewolves. She wanted to know more, but decided she had heard enough for now. She had to admit, dating a volkaane was never dull.
They hiked for another twenty-five minutes, and Leesa loved every bit of it. Sometimes the path carried them within a few feet of the water, other times it meandered farther back into the trees. Max continued to resist all temptations to leave the trail. Finally, they reached the far side of the lake. The trail continued on, but it turned away from the lake and led off into the hills, so they stopped at a small dirt beach. It was a peaceful, pretty spot, and they had it all to themselves.
Leesa stooped and dug a small flat stone out of the soft dirt. Max rushed over and sniffed the rock, hoping Leesa had discovered some sort of treasure. He moved away after only a moment, clearly disappointed. Rave watched with interest as Leesa hefted the stone in her hand and studied it like it was something special. It looked like an ordinary rock to him.
“Watch this,” Leesa said.
She bent slightly at the waist and whipped the stone out over the water with a sidearm motion. The stone skipped four or five times atop the lake’s surface before sinking out of sight. Max began to run after the rock, thinking it was a game of fetch, but he stopped before his paws were barely wet.
“Hey, that’s pretty good,” Rave said.
“Pretty good, yeah,” Leesa said, smiling. “But not good enough. Bradley used to tell me that if I could skip a rock six times, I could make a wish that would come true. I only got five that time.”
Rave bent and picked up a rock. “Let me try.”
Before he could throw it, Leesa laid her hand on his forearm to stop him. He had obviously never done this. With all the stuff he knew and all the amazing things he could do, it always surprised her when he was clueless about something as simple as skipping a stone on the water. Somehow, it made him seem more human.
She took the stone from his hand. “You have to use a flat one. This one’s way too round. No way you could ever get it to skip.”
She tossed it underhand into the water and squatted to find him a better rock. When she found one she liked, she pried it out of the ground and brushed the dirt off it.
“Try this one.” She wrapped her thumb and index finger around the edge of the stone, like a backwards C. “Hold it like this.”
She gave the rock to Rave and he gripped it the way she showed him. Trying to mimic her motion, he winged it out onto the lake. The rock flew so fast Leesa could barely follow it. It hit the water with a loud splash and sank without bouncing even once. Rave looked at her sheepishly.
“No wishes for me, I guess.”
“Don’t worry. It just takes practice.”
Leesa picked up another stone and hurled it out across the water. This time it skipped so many times she lost count. It was definitely more than six, though. She closed her eyes and tilted her head tilted upward, making a wish.
“That was great,” Rave said when Leesa opened her eyes. “Nine skips.”
Leesa looked at him skeptically. The tiny little skips at the end were almost impossible to count.
“You could count even all those little ones at the end?”
“Sure. No problem. We volkaanes have very keen eyesight. What did you wish for?”
Leesa smiled and shook her head. “If I tell you, it won’t come true,” she said. “It’s like blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. If you reveal the wish, you lose it.”
Rave looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
“I guess volkaanes don’t have birthday cakes, huh?” Leesa said. She grinned as she imagined Rave bent over a big chocolate birthday cake. Instead of blowing the candles out, he was blowing on unlit candles and igniting them with his magical fire. Naturally, the candles all burned blue.
Rave smiled. “We do not even have birthdays.”
“Oh. Well, don’t worry about it. Just know that if you tell your wish, you lose it. And I don’t want to lose this one.”
“I want a wish, too. Let me try one more.”
Rave picked up a flat, round stone and threw it, mimicking Leesa’s form. This time, it skipped off the surface and flew several hundred feet before it skipped again. By the time it finished skipping, it had flown almost clear across the lake. Even Max seemed mesmerized by Rave’s mighty throw.
“Holy crap!” Leesa said. “I forgot how strong you are. Good thing you didn’t hit one of those boats—you’d have sunk the thing for sure.” She swiveled her head back and forth, checking to see if anyone had witnessed Rave’s toss. “I hope no one saw that. I’m not sure how we’d explain it.”
“Was it good enough for a wish?”
Leesa grinned. “Yeah, it was. I’d say it was good for one gigantic wish.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the shoreline. “Let’s get out of here, though, just in case someone happened to see.”
They retraced their steps back the way they had come. Every time Leesa thought of Rave’s throw, she grinned. She wondered if she would ever stop being surprised by the things he could do. But then her thoughts turned more somber. She worried if Rave would one day grow tired of how normal she was. He had already told her that he had never been attracted to a human—there was probably a good reason for that. So why should she think she could hold his attention for any real length of time?
“What’s the matter?” Rave asked. “You look so glum all of a sudden.”
Rave’s question caught Leesa by surprise. “Oh… I’m sorry. I was just thinking.”
Rave stopped walking and turned to face her. “About?”
Leesa stared out at the lake. “About us,” she admitted.
Rave frowned. “I don’t understand. Why does thinking about us make you sad? I always feel so good when I think about us.”
“I usually do too, Rave. Really, I do. But that throw of yours back there got me worrying.”
Rave looked perplexed. “I don’t get it. Why did that make you worry?”
Leesa shrugged. “Oh, it’s just a girl thing, I guess. I started wondering if you were going to get tired of me one of these days. I’m so ordinary—so human. And you’re a volkaane.” She was afraid to meet his eyes, so she looked down at her feet instead.
Rave put his hands on her shoulders. His wonderful warmth immediately flowed into her.
“You are anything but ordinary, Leesa Nyland, believe me. You have managed to make a volkaane fall in love with you, and to make a vampire want you for his consort. No ordinary girl could have done either of those things.”
Leesa looked up at him and smiled. “Well, there is that, I guess.”
“And don’t forget,” Rave continued, “you’ve got some of that grafhym blood in you, too.”
Leesa’s smile widened. It was that taint of grafhym blood inside her that had prevented Stefan from turning her into a vampire.
“You’re right. I’d forgotten about that. I guess I do have a bit of the supernatural in me after all.”
Rave smiled back at her. “Yes, you do. And you know how much vampire blood turns me on.” He didn’t tell her that he wasn’t certain the taint of grafhym blood in her veins was enough to explain the strength of the pull between them. It was enough that she understood nothing was ever going to change the way he felt toward her.