Lover's Betrayal: Misfits of the Lore Series (2 page)

Olivia went to grab her bags, trying to hide her smile at her oversexed best friend. Corinne spent so many years taking care of Olivia’s children and Olivia that she had transformed into this party girl always looking for a good time. Corinne and Olivia were night and day, yet their friendship remained strong. They were the vampire odd couple, but their differences worked even though Olivia knew her stuffiness aggravated Corinne. She wished she could match her friend’s enthusiasm and zest for fun, but Olivia did not know how to feel such emotion. She wanted to, if only to make Corinne smile, but her mind could never see past the anguish that stifled her.

“We’re going to upstate New York, not the city so I doubt you will find the same type of entertainment in New Paltz.”

“New Paltz is not that far away from Manhattan -- and I can dematerialize there in no time.”

“You can, but I certainly can’t. That’s your special ability,” Olivia reminded Corinne.

“True, but you have your own unique talents that you never use -- or at least you used to. You could still meet me in the city in a heartbeat if you used your gifts. Of course, you need to be stronger for those gifts to work, and looking at you now it’s clear that you couldn’t transform into a New York City rat at the moment.”

Olivia had the ability to transform into any animal temporarily. It wasn’t a true shift, but rather an illusion. Such a transformation required deep concentration and strength, both qualities she lacked. As her mind and body deteriorated, so did her innate vampire abilities. Olivia would not admit such weakness to Corinne even though she already suspected.

Trying to lighten the mood and ignore Corinne’s intense gaze at her appearance, Olivia added, “Why would I want to be a rat? You have to admit, they are quite hideous. Who would want to live off of garbage scraps and live in smelly subway stations? I might as well be one of those man-sized New York City cockroaches. Those things are practically immortal.”

“Don’t try to change the subject. Livy, I can see that you haven’t been feeding much. At least eat human food so that you get some sustenance. Right now, you’re looking like death.”

Olivia tried to hide her laugh, but she could not let Corinne get away with that remark. “Ah, Cori, I am dead. Have been for 178 years. That’s why I’m a vampire. That’s why you’re a vampire. Death comes with the territory.”

All vampires are born human. Humans born to vampire parents will eventually become immortal vampires after at least twenty-one years of human life. At that time, the human body will die and the transformation will begin. The transformation process is painful and some do not survive the agony of the death and resurrection. Once the conversion is complete, the reborn vampire awakens to an insatiable bloodlust that can drive one to madness if not properly quenched. If controlled, the reborn will soon develop newfound strength, acute hearing and vision, and some will have special abilities, like Corinne’s ability to dematerialize to any location she had previously visited and Olivia’s ability to morph into any animal she desired.

“Don’t be a smart ass!” Corinne responded. “That’s my job. You look as dead as you did when you died as a human. Ok, that sounds weird, but you know what I mean. You’re starting to look like the movie version of a pale dead vampire. The ghostly dead look is not an attractive look.” Before Olivia could respond, Corinne continued, “And don’t tell me about how the pale vampire look is all the rage on TV these days. This is not Twilight. Besides, the vampires in that movie looked like they were dropped in baby powder.”

“And I thought you liked Edward Cullen. Why did you make me watch that movie over and over again if you didn’t like Edward’s bleach job?”

“It’s a classic love story. Besides, I am Team Jacob, not Team Edward. I like the wolves. If only Lycans were really that hot. Well, some are, but they’re too possessive and a tad bit insane.” Olivia was hoping the change of topic would prevent Corinne from probing further, but Corinne refused to be distracted. “Crazy’s not always a bad thing. Wait, what were we talking about? Oh, you’re not going to change the subject. You’re not looking good these days. You have a natural Mediterranean tan that is fading. Soon you will like the Nordic vamps and although some are really sexy, the pale look doesn’t work for you. You’re too gorgeous to look like a zombie.” Corinne’s tone grew more serious. “Look, Livy, I know you’re not happy, but you can be if you let loose a little. It’s long past time that we had some fun. I’m long overdue and frankly, I don’t think you’ve ever had any fun. You deserve to be happy Livy. Sitting here wallowing over what might have been with him is not a solution. You need to move on. You can be happy if you allow yourself to be. You choose misery.”

“That’s not fair!” Olivia shouted. “I never wanted this. How could I ever want this? I had dreams once of a life very different from this mess. Those were a child’s fantasies. I learned to squash those dreams and accept the reality of my fate. I would never have chosen this life.”

Corinne grabbed Olivia’s shoulders, making her friend face her, face the truth. “Daughton was not your fault, but he’s gone now and you’re free, but you’re still acting like you’re in his prison. You’re imprisoning yourself still because you won’t let go of the past. You’re still dreaming of what might have been. That’s what haunts you and is slowly destroying you. It’s time to let go, Livy. Let go of Daughton. Let go of Lucian. Choose happiness instead of drowning in regret.”

Before Olivia could respond, their taxi pulled up. Olivia wanted to tell Corinne the truth—she could never be happy, but Corinne would never accept such words. There was no escaping her feelings for Lucian. Maybe if she could have learned to love Daughton, things would have been different, but Lucian was always in her heart and he always would be. Nothing could change that. Nothing could change that there was no future for them. He would never be able to forgive her and she would never be able to be with him after the things Daughton had done to her. She was broken and not even love could put her back together again.

II

As they walked through the airport, every male head, and some ladies, looked in their direction. Both Olivia and Corinne commanded attention, and men happily obliged. Corinne loved the attention and dressed to make sure everyone would notice her. In her short black denim skirt, knee-high boots and pink top that displayed her navel ring, Corinne’s six-foot frame and supermodel looks could not be ignored. Olivia still marveled at the way her friend had started dressing forty years ago. Corinne once was conservatively attired as Olivia, but then the hippie era happened, and Corinne’s inner bad girl blossomed. She now dressed for attention and reveled in the ogling eyes that followed her wherever she went. Olivia, however, dreaded all those eyes on her. Olivia feared those eyes could see how damaged she was inside and out. Those eyes would know what happened to her. Those eyes would see her shame.

Corinne raced to the ticket counter to get their boarding passes, swaying her hips, ensuring that every man that she passed would have to wipe the drool from his lecherous lips. Olivia followed closely behind, allowing Corinne to take charge, as usual.

“Coach seats? This must be a mistake. Livy, we’re flying six hours to New York. There is no way I’m sitting in coach cramped up with some fat sweaty dude drooling on me. Not happening!” Corinne turned to the ticket counter agent. “Miss, we need an upgrade to first class.”

“I’m sorry, but there are no first class seats available for this flight,” the agent responded politely.

Corinne’s mesmerizing hazel eyes darkened as they focused on the attendant. The attendant stared helplessly into Corinne’s eyes as she became engrossed with the swirling gray. Corinne’s voice, a hypnotic sound, reached out to the attendant. “You will find us two seats in first class. You will cancel the seats of two others and make room for me and my friend. Do you understand?”

Transfixed by those eyes, the agent responded, “Yes ma’am. I will give you two seats in first class. Is there anything else I can do for you, ma’am?”

“You’ve done well. One thing you can do is not call me ma’am again. I’m not your grandmother.”

“Technically, you’re old enough to be her great, great, great--” Olivia teased before Corinne cut her off.

“Oh, shut up. As long as I look like I’m in my twenties, I’ll be treated that way. You’re just jealous that I still look so good after all these years.” Olivia snickered as Corinne continued her discussion with the agent. Within a few minutes, Corinne and Olivia had first class tickets to New York.

While walking to the security line, Olivia whispered to Corinne, “You know, Cori, maybe you shouldn’t have used your ability with the agent. If anyone had seen you do it, it would have caused quite a problem, and that’s the last thing we need right now.”

“Oh, good grief. No one saw anything. You worry too much. If you would just relax a little bit, you might enjoy yourself once in a while. Anyhow, that was worth the risk. I can’t believe you got us coach tickets. What were you thinking? We’re not servant girls anymore. We get to ride in style like the big boys.”

“I asked for first class, but they were sold out so I booked the two coach seats that were available.”

“Olivia, you see how I asked for first class? That’s how you should have asked. I asked nicely first, then I made sure we got what we wanted. That’s how you have to do things. Don’t you know that by now? You’re worse than a newbie vamp at times. You have to toughen up. You have these great abilities and you don’t use them. Our talents are something to be used as necessary to satisfy our needs. I will not shy away from what I am or who I am. I’ll use all of my talents when they suit me. You should try that. Stop being afraid of what you are, and live.” Corinne stared intently into Olivia’s lavender eyes. “I mean it, Olivia. Live.”

Olivia knew exactly what Corinne meant. She could see the seriousness in her friend’s normally jovial eyes. They could not have this discussion -- not here, not now, not ever. It was better to deflect this to something more light-hearted.

“You do realize that you don’t have the ability to entrance another vampire, so stop looking at me like that. Also, ‘live, Olivia’? You need a better line than that. It’s cute, in a nerdy sort of way.”

Corinne could not maintain that serious look any longer. “You know, I thought it sounded pretty cool. We could make a t-shirt or something with that expression. How about, ‘Live, Livy’?”

“You design it and I promise to wear it. Now, let’s get on that plane and enjoy our first class seats.”

Olivia started to walk away, but Corinne stopped her. “Livy, why are we going to New York?”

When Corinne was in her interrogation mode, there was no stopping the questions. She should have been a litigator.

Olivia hated that Corinne was being so serious again, but she knew she owed it to her friend to answer her questions honestly, as honestly as she could. “As I told you yesterday, I need to see my boys. I didn’t mention at the time that Julian is living in an estate in upstate New York and Kaden recently moved in with him.”

“Julian and Kaden are living together?” Corinne asked incredulously. Olivia could relate to her friend’s shock. She had the same reaction when she heard the news. Kaden and Julian were once extremely close, as only ten years separated them, but as they grew older, they became more distant with each other. The competition between them intensified. Both seemed to vie for attention, Kaden more desirous of his mother’s love and Julian more attached to his father.

Their personalities were vastly different. Kaden was more aggressive, temperamental, and manipulative. Julian was the more sensitive, generous, and honest brother. Kaden was more like his father; Julian, like his mother -- and yet they each had the worse relationship with the parent whose personality they most resembled. Olivia never understood why the similarities between her and Julian led to more tension between them while his relationship with his father, whom he shared nothing in common with, flourished. Julian saw only the good in his father. His father, the master manipulator, made sure that his younger son saw him as the victim while Olivia was the oppressive wife. Kaden always knew the truth about his father and resented Julian’s blindness.

“Well, it looks like Kaden sort of barged in and invited himself into Julian’s home. Julian was not pleased, but as the good younger brother he allowed Kaden to stay. Julian phoned a few days ago to complain about Kaden’s behavior. He is acting out and is involved with some dangerous things. He won’t listen to Julian and he’s afraid that Kaden is going to reveal himself and bring the wrath of the Council upon him. Julian was hoping I could talk to Kaden, but I know he won’t listen to me. Regardless, I have to try to reach him before it’s too late. I need to help my son.”

“Livy, I know you want to help Kaden, but he’s so filled with rage. He’s done some heinous things and you have to face the fact that he may not be able to be redeemed. You can’t protect him forever. At some point, we all have to pay for our sins. Kaden is no exception.”

“I have to try. He’s my son. All of this is my fault. I failed him as a mother and I have to try to help him before it’s too late.”

“You didn’t fail him. You did the best you could with him under the circumstances. I could never have done what you did. I wouldn’t have been strong enough. You gave him more that most parents would have.”

“It wasn’t enough. I couldn’t give him all the love and attention he needed. I couldn’t protect him. Kaden needed special care and I was too much of a mess to give it to him. I left him in the hands of his father, and his evil infected Kaden. I know there’s so much good in him and if I can help him find it before it’s too late, I can save my son.”

Corinne sighed in frustration. “You can save him only if he wants to be saved. Kaden is not a child. He has to bear the responsibility for the things he’s done. He can’t blame mommy forever and you have to stop blaming yourself. I was there from the beginning and I know the truth. Kaden isn’t your fault. I love that boy, but there’s darkness inside him that he doesn’t always control. We all have a dark side, but Kaden embraces his.”