Night World : Secret Vampire Chapter 11

The next a few(prenominal) hours were the worst of Phils life. premier(prenominal) and foremost was his bring. As soon as shewalked in, Phils priori bring to returnhers changed from lacking(p) herto comfort him to trusting to comfort her. And of consort there wasnt some(prenominal)(prenominal) comfort. All he could do was expect on to her.Its too cruel, he thought dimly. There ought to be a way to tell her. exclusively she would never believe it, andif she did, shed be in danger,too.Eventually the paramedics did perform, simply only afterDr. Franklin had arrived.I called him, pile verbalize to Phil during matchless ofthe interludes when Phils mom was crying on pearl.why?To keep things simple. In this state, doctors give the sack issue a death certificate if theyve definen you withinthe depart twenty years and they know the cause ofdeath. We dont urgency any hospitals or cor cardinalrs.Phil shook his head. why? Whats your problemwith hospitals?My problem, throng sa id in a clipped, distinctvoice. is that in hospitals they do autopsies.Phil froze. He opened his m starth more everywhere no sound came out.And in funeral homes they do embalming. Whichis why I need to be close to when they come to extract up the body. I need to influence their minds not toembalm her, or sew her lips shut, or-Phil bolted for the bath live and was sick. Hehated crowd again. moreover nobody took Poppy to the hospital and Dr.Franklin didnt handstion an autopsy. He notwithstanding heldPhils m opposites hand and spoke quietly close to how these things could happen suddenly, and how at leastPoppy had been spared any pain.But she was so much better today, Phils motherwhispered through tears. Oh, my baby, my baby.Shed been get worse, but today she was better. It happens like that some cartridge clips, Dr. Franklinsaid. Its almost as if they rally for a go bad burst of life.But I wasnttherefor her, Phils mom said, andnow there werent any tears, just the terrible gr atingsound of guilt. She was unsocial when she died.Phil said, She was asleep. She just went to sleepand never woke up. If you sense of smell at her, you can enamourhow peaceful it was.He unbroken saying things like that, and so did Cliff andso did the doctor, and rasetually the paramedicswent away. And sometime after that, while hismother was sitting on Poppys bed and stroking herhair, the people from the mortuary came.Just give me a few minutes, Phils mother said, dry-eyed and pale. I need a few minutes al atomic number 53with her.The mortuary men sat awkwardly in the family room, and pack stared at them. Phil knew what wasgoing on. mob was fixing in their minds the factthat there was to be no embalming.Religious reasons, is that it? one of the men saidto Cliff, breaking a long silence.Cliff stared at him, eyebrows coming together.What are you talking intimately?The man nodded. I understand. Its no problem.Phil understood, too. Whatever the man was uplifting, it wasnt wha t Cliff was saying.The only thing is, youll want to have the viewingright away, the other man said to Cliff. Or else a unappealing close in.Yes, it was unexpected, Cliff said, his face crystallizeing out. Its been a very short illness.So nowhewasnt hearing what the men were saying. Phil looked at crowd together and saw sweat trickling down his face. Clearly it was a struggle to controlthree minds at once.At last Cliff went in and got Phils mother. He ledher to the master bedroom to keep her from seeing what happened next.What happened was that the devil men went into- Poppys room with a body bag and a gurney. Whenthey came out, there was a small, comminuted hump in the bag.Phil felt up himself losing rationality again. He wantedto knock things down. He wanted to run a marathonto get away.Instead, his knees started to buckle and his visiongrayed out.Hard ordnance held him up, led him to a chair. Hangon, jam said. Just a few much minutes. Its al most over.Right then Phil coul d almost forgive him for universe a bloodsucking monster.It was very late that wickedness when everyone finallywent to bed. To bed, not to sleep. Phil was one solid ache of misery from his throat down to his feet, andhe lay watchful with the light on until the sun came up.The funeral home was like a prudish mansion,and the room Poppy was in was filled with flowersand people. Poppy herself was in a white casket with g gray-headed fittings, and from far away she looked as if shewere sleeping.Phil didnt like to look at her. He looked insteadat the visitors who kept coming in and filling theviewing room and the piles of wooden pews. Hed never realized how many people discernd Poppy.She was so full of life, her English teacher said.I cant believe shes gone, a qat cable from Phils football team said.Ill never forget her, one of her friends said,crying.Phil wore a sinfulness suit and stood with his motherand Cliff. It was like a receiving line for a wedding.His mother kept saying, Thank you for coming,and hugging people. The people went over and touched the casket quietly and cried.And in the process of greeting so many mourners,something strange happened. Phil got raddled in. Thereality of Poppys death was so real that all the vampire stuff began to be like a dream. Bit by bit, hestarted to believe the story he was performing out.After all, everybody else was so sure. Poppy hadgotten cancer, and now she was dead. Vampires were just superstition.James didnt come to the viewing.-Poppy was dreaming.She was walking by the ocean with James. It waswarm and she could smell salt and her feet were wetand sandy. She was wearing a new bathing suit, thekind that changes color when it gets wet. She hoped James would notice the suit, but he didnt say anything some it.Then she realized he was wearing a mask. That was strange, because he was going to get avery weirdtan with most of his face covered up.Shouldnt you take back that off? she said, thinkinghe might need hel p.I wear it for my health, James said-only itwasnt Jamess voice.Poppy was shocked. She reached out and pulledthe mask away.It wasnt James. It was a boy with ash blond hair,even lighter than Phils. Why hadnt she noticed hishair earlier? His eyes were spirt-and then they were blue.Who are you? Poppy demanded. She was afraid.That would be telling. He smiled. His eyes wereviolet. Then he lifted his hand, and she saw that hewas holding a poppy. At least, it was shaped like apoppy, but it was black. He caressed hercheek withthe flower.Just remember, hesaid, serene smiling whimsically.Bad magic happens.What?Bad magic happens, he said and turned andwalked away. She found herself holding the poppy.He didnt forget any footprints in the sand.Poppy was alone and the ocean was roaring. Clouds were gathering overhead. She wanted towake up now, but she couldnt, and she was aloneand scared. She dropped the flower as anguish surged through her.JamesPhil sat up in bed, life pounding.God, what had that been? Something like ashout in Poppys voice.Im hallucinating.Which wasnt surprising. It was Monday, the dayof Poppys funeral. In-Phil glanced at the clockabout four hours he had to be at the church. Nowonder he was dreaming about her.But she had sounded so scared.Phil set down the thought out of his mind. It wasnteven hard. Hed convinced himself that Poppy wasdead, and dead people didnt shout.At the funeral, though, Phil got a shock. His fatherwas there. He was even wearing something resembling a suit, although the jacket didnt match thetrousers and his tie was askew.I came as soon as I heard. Well, wherewere you? Phils mother said, thefine lines of strain showing around her eyes, the way they always did when she had to deal with Phils father. backpack in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Nexttime, I swear, Ill leave an address. Ill check my messages.He began to cry. Phils mom didnt sayanything else. She just reached for him, and Philsheart twisted at the way they clung to each othe r.He knew his protoactinium was irresponsible and hopelessly tardily in child support and flaky and a failure. But nobody had ever loved Poppy more. Right then, Philcouldnt disapprove of him, not even with Cliff standing there for comparison.The shock came when his dad turned to Phil beforethe service. You know, she came to me last night,he said in a low voice. Her spirit, I mean. She visited me.Phil looked at him. This was the kind of weird statement that had brought on the divorce. His fatherhad always talked about singular dreams and seeingthings that werent there. Not to mention collecting articles about astrology, numerology, and UFOs.I didnt see her, but I heard her calling. I just wishshe hadnt sounded so frightened. Dont tell yourmother, but I got the feeling shes not at easing. Heput his hands over his face.Phil felt every hair on the back of his neck standup.But the queasy feeling was drowned almost immediately in the sheer grief of the funeral. In hearingthings like P oppy will live on forever in our heartsand memories. A silver hearse led the way to ForestPark cemetery, and everyone stood in the June sunshine as the subgenus Pastor said some last words overPoppys casket. By the time Phil had to put a rose on the casket, he was shaking.It was a terrible time. twain of Poppys girlfriendscollapsed in near-hysterical sobs. Phillips motherdoubled over and had to be led away from the casket.There was no time to think-then or at the potluckat Phils house afterward.But it was at the house that Phils two worlds collided. In the middle of all the milling confusion, hesaw James.He didnt know what to do. James didnt fit intowhat was going on here. Phil had half a mind togo over and tell him to get out, that the sick jokewas over.Before he could do anything, James walked up and said under his breath, Be ready at football team oclock tonight.Phil was jolted. For what?Just be ready, okay? And have some of Poppysclothes with you. Whatever wont be missed. Phi l didnt say anything, and James gave him an exasperated sideways look.We have to get her out,stupid. Or did you wantto leave her there?Crash. That was the sound of worlds colliding. For a moment Phil was spinning in space with his feeton neither one.Then with the normal world in shards around him, he leaned against a wall and whispered, I cant. Icant do it. Youre crazy.Youre the one whos crazy. Youre acting like itnever happened. And you have to help, because I cant do it alone. Shes going to be bewildered at first, like a sleepwalker. Shellneed you.That galvanized Phil. He jerked to stand up straightand whispered, Did you hear her last night?James looked away. She wasnt awake. She was just dreaming.How could we hear her from so far away? Evenmy dadheard it. Listen. He grabbed James by thelapel of his jacket. Are you sure shes okay?A minute ago you were convinced she was dead and gone. Now you want guarantees that shes fine.Well, I cant give you any. He stared Phil down with eyes a s dusty as gray ice. Ive never done this before, all right? Im just going by the book. And there arealways things that can go wrong.But,he said terselywhen Phil opened his mouth, the one thing I doknow is that if we leave her where she is, shes goingto have a very unpleasant awakening. Get it?Phils hand unclenched easy and he let go of thejacket. Yeah. Im sorry. I just cant believe any ofthis. He looked up to see that Jamess expressionhad softened slightly. But if she was yelling last night, then she was alive then, right?And strong, James said. Ive never known a stronger telepath. Shes really going to be something.Phil tried not to picture what. Of course, Jameswas a vampire, and he looked perfectly normalmost of the time. But Phils mind kept throwing outpictures of Poppy as a Hollywood monster. Red eyes,chalky skin, and dripping teeth.If she came out like that, hed try to love her. Butpart of him might want to get a stake.Forest Park cemetery was completely.different at night. T he darkness seemed very thick. There was a sign on the iron gate that said, No visitors after sunset, but the gate itself was open.I dont want to be here, Phil thought.James drove down the single street road that curvedaround the cemetery and parked underneath a hugeand ancient gingko tree.What if somebody sees us? Dont they have aguard or something?They have a night watchman. Hes asleep. I tookcare of it before I picked you up. James got out andbegan unloading an frightening amount of equipmentfrom the backseat of the Integra.Two heavy duty flashlights. A crowbar. Some old boards. A couple of tarps. And two brand-new shovels.Help me carry this stuff.Whats it allfor?But Phil helped. Gravelcrunched under his feet as he followed James on oneof the diminished farting paths. They went up some weathered wooden stairs and down the other sideand then they were in Toyland.That was what somebody at the funeral had calledit. Phil had overheard two business friends of Cliffstalking about it. It was a section of the cemetery where mostly kids were buried. You could tell without even aspect at the headstones because therewere teddy bears and things on the graves.Poppys grave was right on the process of Toyland. Itdidnt have a headstone yet, of course. There was only a green plastic marker.James dumped his armload on the grass and thenknelt to examine the ground with a flashlight.Phil stood silently, looking around the cemetery.He was still scared, partly with the normal fear that theyd get caught before they got finished, and partlywith the supernatural fear that they wouldnt.Theonly sounds were crickets and distant traffic. Treebranches and bushes moved gently in the wind.Okay, James said. First weve got to peel this sod off.Huh? Phil hadnt even thought about why therewas already grass on the new grave. But of course itwas sod. James had found the edge of one strip and was bundleing it up like a carpet.Phil found another edge. The strips were about sixfeet long by one and a half feet wide. They wereheavy, but it wasnt too hard to roll them up and off the foot of the grave.Leave em there. Weve got to put them on againafterward, James grunted. We dont want it to lookas if this place has been disturbed.A light went on for Phil.Thatswhy the tarpsand stuff.Yeah. A little mess wont be suspicious. But if weleave dirt scattered everywhere, somebodys going towonder. James laid the boards around the perimeterof the grave, then spread the tarps on either side.Phil helped him straighten them.What was left where the sod had been was fresh,loamy soil. Phil positioned aflashlight and picked upa shovel.I dont believe Im doing this, he thought.But he was doing it. And as long as all he thoughtabout was the physical work, the concern of rotating shaftging a hole in the ground, he was okay. He change state on that and stepped on the shovel.It went straight into the dirt, with no resistance. It was easy to spade up one digger of dirt and drop it onto the tar p. But by about the thirtieth shovelful,he was getting tired.This is insane. We need a backhoe, he said, wiping his forehead.You can rest if you want, James said coolly.Phil understood. James was the backhoe. He wasstronger than anyone Phil had ever seen. He pitchedup shovelful after shovelful of dirt without even straining. He made it look like fun.Whydont we have you on any. of the teams atschool? Phil said, leaning heavily on his shovel.I prefer individual sports. Like wrestling, Jamessaid and grinned, just for a moment, up at Phil. It was the kind of locker-room remark that couldnt be misunderstood from one guy to another. He meantwrestling with, for instance, Jacklyn and Michaela.And, just at that particular moment, Phil couldnt help grinning back. He couldnt summon up anyrighteous disapproval.Even with James, it took a long time to dig thehole. It was wider than Phil would have thought necessary. When his shovel finallychunkedon somethingsolid, he found out why.Its the vault, James said.Whatvault?The burial vault. They put the coffin inside it so it doesnt get humbled if the ground collapses. Get outand hand me the crowbar.Phil climbed out of the hole and gave him thecrowbar. He could see the vault now. It was made ofunfinished concrete and he guessed that it was just a extraneous box with a lid. James was prying thelid off with the crowbar.There, James said, with an fickle grunt as he lifted the lid and slid it, by degrees, behind the concrete box. That was why the hole was so wide, toaccommodate the lid on one side and James on theother.And now, looking straight down into the hole, Philcould see the casket. A huge spray of slightly crushedyellow roses was on top.James was suspire hard, but Phil didnt think itwas with exertion. His own lungs felt as if they werebeing squeezed level(p), and his heart was wearisome hardenough to shake his body.Oh, God, he said quietly and with no particular emphasis.James looked up. Yeah. This is it. He pushed thero ses down toward the foot of the casket. Then, inwhat seemed like slow motion to Phillip, he began unfastening latches on the caskets side.When they were unfastened, he paused for just aninstant, both hands flat on the smooth surface of thecasket. Then he lifted the upper panel, and Phillip could see what was inside.