NightWorld #1 Secret Vampire

Chapter 2

Poppy!" Poppy could hear her mother's voice, but she couldn't see anything. The kitchen floor was obscured by dancing black dots.

"Poppy, are you all right?" Now Poppy felt her mother's hands grasping her upper arms, holding her anxiously. The pain was easing and her vision was coming back.

As she straightened up, she saw James in front of her. His face was almost expressionless, but Poppy knew him well enough to recognize the worry in his eyes. He was holding the milk carton, she realized. He must have caught it on the fly as she dropped it--amazing reflexes, Poppy thought vaguely. Really amazing.

Phillip was on his feet. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I-don't know." Poppy looked around, then shrugged, embarrassed. Now that she felt better she wished they weren't all staring at her so hard. The way to deal with the pain was to ignore it, to not think about it.

"It's just this stupid pain-I think it's gastrowhatchmacallit. You know, something I ate."

Poppy's mother gave her daughter the barest fraction of a shake. "Poppy, this is not gastroenteritis. You were having some pain before-nearly a month ago, wasn't it? Is this the same kind of pain?"

Poppy squirmed uncomfortably. As a matter of fact, the pain had never really gone away. Somehow, in the excitement of end-of-the-year activities, she'd managed to disregard it, and by now she was used to working around it.

"Sort of," she temporized. "But-

That was enough for Poppy's mother. She gave Poppy a little squeeze and headed for the kitchen telephone. "I know you don't like doctors, but I' m calling Dr. Franklin. I want him to take a look at you. This isn't something we can ignore."

"Oh, Mom, it's vacation...."

Her mother covered the mouthpiece of the phone. "Poppy, this is nonnegotiable. Go get dressed."

Poppy groaned, but she could see it was no use. She beckoned to James, who was looking thoughtfully into a middle distance.

"Let's at least listen to the CD before I have to go."

He glanced at the CD as if he'd forgotten it, and put down the milk carton. Phillip followed them into the hallway.

"Hey, buddy, you wait out here while she gets dressed."

James barely turned. "Get a life, Phil," he said almost absently.

"Just keep your hands off my sister, y ou deve."

Poppy just shook her head as she went into her room. As if James cared about seeing her undressed.

If only, she thought grimly, pulling a pair of shorts out of a drawer. She stepped into them, still shaking her head. James was her best friend, her very best friend, and she was his. But he'd never shown even t he sl ightest desire to get his hands on her. Sometimes she wondered if he realized she was a girl.

Someday I'm going to make him see, she thought, and shouted out the door for him.

James came in and smiled at her. It was a smile other people rarely saw, not a taunting or ironic grin, but a nice little smile, slightly crooked.

"Sorry about the doctor thing," Poppy said.

"No. You should go." James gave her a keen glance. "Your mom's right, you know. This has been going on way too long.

You've lost weight; it's keeping you up at night-"

Poppy looked at him, startled. She hadn't told anybody about how the pain was worse at night, not even James. But sometimes James just knew things. As if he could read her mind.