He held up a hand. "I know you are. That's the thing. I've never met anyone who thinks about those things. You think about the servants. About that crazy feeder. I mean, don't get me wrong-a lot of these people are really nice. But there's something real about you. Something different. And that's why you're with Stephen, isn't it? I watched you guys earlier. You notice parts of him that no one else does, and he needs that. No one else cares about him that way." Eric paused, bracing himself for the next part. "But here's the thing, does anyone care about you? Who worries about you or asks how you feel?"

Rhea averted her eyes, which he thought was a d.a.m.n shame. He could easily lose himself in them. "Plenty of people do," she said evasively. But he knew even she didn't believe that. She was quiet and went unnoticed, giving her energy to others and no doubt letting her parents urge her into a marriage that would save her from the disgrace they'd faced. Stephen, silly as he might seem, did care about her. That much was obvious. He was dependent on her to listen to what he was afraid to tell others. Eric doubted Stephen returned the favor.

"Not enough people do," Eric replied. "Somehow I just...know. I can see it all over you. You don't let people worry about you enough."

And then, doing what was probably one of the stupidest things ever, he pulled her to him and kissed her. He fully expected her to jerk away or maybe even punch or kick him. Instead she pressed closer, kissing him with an intensity that surpa.s.sed his own. He was the one who broke the kiss, suddenly conscious of their situation.

"Oh G.o.d," she breathed, face full of confusion. "I shouldn't have-I don't-"

"We should talk more," he said, wanting badly to kiss her again. What was happening to him? How had this situation spun out of control so quickly with someone he barely knew? "But not here. People will be coming through. Will you meet me later? Say at...eleven? Back by the fountain? The game'll be over."

"I don't know...." But he could see in her eyes that she would.

"Eleven," he repeated.

At last, she nodded. Ecstatic, he kissed her one more time, wanting to leave on a high note. As he did, he heard a familiar voice call, "Hey, it's over here!"

He hastily pulled away, but it was too late. Emma stood in the doorway. A few moments later, a breathless Fiona joined her. Emma, Eric, and Rhea stood frozen and stunned. Fiona, who had missed the incident, looked confused.

Then, without a word, Emma turned and ran off. Eric's heart sank, and he remained motionless. It was Rhea-still always compa.s.sionate about others-who spurred him to action. She nudged him. "Go talk to her. She needs you. Forget the game."

He hesitated, not wanting to leave Rhea, but he knew she was right. Eric wasn't sure what was going on, what he felt for Rhea, but he owed Emma an explanation.

He hurried out of the room, past a still confused Fiona, just barely hearing her say to Rhea, "So, wait. Are we partners now?"

Emma had been fast. She was nowhere in sight, so he went to the most logical place he could think of: her room. He stood outside knocking for five minutes, but no answer came. She could have been ignoring him or simply hiding somewhere else.

Dejected, he returned to his room, unwilling to face anyone else. He spent the rest of the day lying on his bed, counting the minutes until eleven. Over and over, he thought about Emma and Rhea, coming to a final conclusion. He liked Emma a lot-but he didn't love her. He didn't love Rhea, either-but there was something about her that made him want to get to know her better, some electricity he felt in her presence. He couldn't shake the feeling that maybe she wasn't just another girl on his list.

Around ten, he made another attempt to find Emma-and failed. The game had long since ended, and everyone was too excited about it and that night's party to pay much attention to him. So he headed to the fountain to wait for Rhea, hoping to figure out at least one part of this mess. At eleven exactly, he sat on the ground next to the swans and waited.

And waited. And waited.

Almost an hour went by with no sign of her. Sad realization hit him. She'd changed her mind. Really, he should have expected it. She was engaged to someone else, and Eric was an idiot to interfere with that. Dejected and embarra.s.sed, he finally returned to the house, where he found Stephen sitting by the pool and drinking with friends from their school.

Eric-figuring Rhea had told her fiance all about being a.s.saulted in the conservatory-expected Stephen to attack him. Instead the other guy offered a friendly smile. "You want to join us, Dragomir?"

Eric swallowed and shook his head. Rhea had apparently kept earlier events secret. "Nah, got stuff to do. Um, hey, have you seen Rhea? I just wanted to congratulate her on us failing miserably."

Stephen laughed. "Doesn't surprise me. But no, not sure where she went."

It didn't surprise him? Rhea was so smart. She could have won that game, and Stephen had no clue. Eric kept his thoughts to himself and went inside, asking around to find out where Rhea's room was. Someone gave him the location, and bracing himself for more rejection, he knocked on the door. The doork.n.o.b turned-but it wasn't Rhea.

It was her roommate, who said she hadn't seen Rhea since breakfast. An uneasy feeling bubbled up in Eric, though he didn't know why. Emma had disappeared too, but he wasn't worried about her. No doubt she was sequestered with friends. But Rhea? What about her?

He spent the rest of the night anxiously trying to get information about either girl and failing. The partying started up again, and he finally caught a glimpse of Emma in the crowd. She made eye contact and then pointedly ignored him. He let her be, glad he'd found one of them and that his instincts had been right. She was okay. Mad, but okay. Hating to bug Stephen again, Eric still forced himself to casually inquire about Rhea once more, saying he'd never caught up with her.

"She's around," Stephen replied easily. "Sometimes she just likes to be by herself. She'll turn up."

Eric wasn't so sure. His sense of worry was growing, and he wished he could convince Stephen to share in it. Eric finally decided he'd try Rhea's room one more time-but never got there. He was stopped when two guardians came charging out of the house.

"What's wrong?" he asked them. Panic flooded him. "It's not-it's not Strigoi...?" Eric couldn't face that again.

"Hardly," said one of the guys, sighing. He looked fierce like all guardians-but also annoyed. "We've got a runaway feeder. He can't get off the island, but with the way they are, he'll probably fall off a cliff and drown. Mr. Zeklos would never let us hear the end of it."

They pushed past Eric, leaving him wide eyed. Suddenly he knew where Rhea was.

Six.

Rhea wasn't sure how it had happened-probably because she'd been unconscious for most of it.

One minute she'd been leaving the feeding room, about to head down the hall and meet Eric at the fountain, even though she figured it would turn out to be the most idiotic thing she'd ever done. He probably wouldn't even show. The next minute she'd heard a commotion from inside the feeding room and a strangled cry of surprise. Then Dennis had burst out of the room, wild eyed, and everything had gone black.

She'd woken up-with a headache-inside what appeared to be a cave. It was rocky and cramped, the uncomfortable ground only adding to her discomfort. At first, she could hardly make out anything, and then an opening in the stony walls became clearer. She could see the twinkling of stars-and a dark shape blocking some of them out.

"Dennis?" she asked tentatively.

The feeder turned around, a grin lighting his face at seeing her awake.

"Rhea! I'm glad you're up. I didn't mean to hurt you, but we had to get you out, and I was afraid someone would hear you. Are you okay?" He reached for her, and she took a hasty step back.

"Fine...fine..." She tried to stay calm and not betray the racing of her heart. "What's going on? Why are we here?"

"I've freed us," he said. "It was so easy. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. They were all so busy."

Rhea tried to get a glimpse of what was outside the cave. More ocean and trees-but a different view than that of the Zeklos beach house. Recalling the cliffs on the other side of the island, she had a good idea of where they were.

"Dennis," she said gently, using the soothing tone she always did with him, "we need to go back. People will be worried."

He shook his head anxiously. "No, no. They're oppressing us. Keeping us apart. Now we can be free. We'll stay here for a while and then find a boat. We'll run off together. Just you and me."

Rhea's gut response was: You're joking. But the crazed look in his eyes told her he was dead serious.

"We can't. We can't live here. We can't live back on the mainland."

"I'll take care of us," he said. "It'll be easy. That's what the pretty brown-haired girl said."

"The pretty-never mind. Look, it won't work. We have to go back. Please."

Dennis was undaunted. "You can feed off me as much as you want. You don't have to worry about getting enough blood."

"That's...that's not the problem," she said.

"What is?" His enraptured tone suddenly took a dark turn. The abrupt change in his facial expression made her cringe. "Don't you want to be with me? Don't you like me?"

"Er, of course." Rhea was desperately a.s.sessing her options. Part of her wondered if she could just charge past him. Judging by how the entire entrance was filled with sky, she had the uneasy feeling they were dangerously close to a cliff's edge. "But I liked things the way they were. I...I thought you were happy." Maybe playing his game would get her out of this.

"We were being denied what we truly wanted. What we needed." He moved closer, and this time, she couldn't dodge. There simply wasn't enough room. "They only let you feed once a day."

"That's all I need." Her back hit the jagged wall. "It's fine."

"No. I know you want more. I want more. I want it now." He pushed his body against hers, wrapping his hands around her waist. She struggled against him, hating the way she touched him, but he was stronger. "Do it. Do it now. Drink."

He exposed his neck, and she just barely managed to shake her head. "No..."

"Do it!" he cried, his voice blasting her ears. His hands gripped her tighter, painfully so. "Drink!"

Terrified, Rhea consented, biting into his neck almost before she realized what she was doing. The blood tasted as sweet as ever, but she took no joy from it, not even when his hold on her loosened a little. Frantically, she wondered what she could do. What if she drank more than usual? What if she drank enough to incapacitate him? He might pa.s.s out. And yet...all the taboos and warnings came to her about feeding too much. She might accidentally kill him, turning herself into a Strigoi.

He took the choice from her. With astonishing self-control, he broke away, his face radiant. "That was...amazing...," he breathed. He looked completely ecstatic-and dangerous. "See? I can give you everything you need. I'll take care of you, and-ah!"

Something hit him in the back. Or, rather, someone. Eric Dragomir had crept into the cave, moving so quietly that neither Rhea nor Dennis had noticed. Glaring furiously, Dennis turned around and lashed out at Eric, slamming the Moroi into the wall. Rhea screamed. She would have expected Dennis to be mellow from the bite, but if anything he seemed supercharged, invincible in his high.

Miraculously, Eric remained standing. He charged Dennis again, and the two became locked in a fierce hold that neither seemed to gain ground on. Each struggled to shove away the other or at least get a punch in. Every so often Eric would manage to push Dennis back, and then Dennis would push Eric forward. The problem was, Eric's back was at the cave opening. If he was pushed too far, he'd stumble onto the cliff's edge that Rhea suspected was right outside.

With as little exercise as they got, feeders didn't have much muscle. Nonetheless, that lack didn't seem to hinder Dennis, and he began to slowly press Eric toward the opening, one step at a time. Eric sweated, his teeth clenched as he tried to fight back. Neither were trained like guardians, and there was something very brutal and primitive about the fight.

At last Dennis managed to get Eric to the cave's entrance, and that was when Rhea knew she had to act. She just didn't know what to do. If she tried to hit Dennis, Eric might get pushed farther out. Still, there seemed to be no other options, and it would be better if she took action sooner rather than later.

Running forward, she kicked Dennis in the leg, hoping to knock him off balance. She did, but not enough to make him fall. He shouldered her away but lost a few steps to Eric. If she could keep distracting Dennis, Eric might be able to make progress again. Only, everything she tried seemed useless. She didn't have the strength to really land any punches. She didn't really even know how to punch. Eric began moving closer to the edge once more.

Then she caught sight of a rock sitting in the corner, a little smaller than a bowling ball. Hoping she could knock Dennis out the way he'd done it to her, she hefted the stone up, struggling with its weight. She and Dennis were similar in height, and gathering all her strength, she swung out with the rock and smashed it against his head. He didn't collapse like she'd hoped, but he did completely let go of Eric and stagger forward, disoriented. In fact, Dennis was so addled and badly coordinated that he kept stumbling farther and farther forward-toward the cliff's edge.

Rhea screamed again. "Stop him!"

Eric reached for the man who had just been trying to kill him, face frantic. Dennis, realizing what was happening, reached out to try and grip Eric's hands, but he'd lost his footing. The cliff's edge began crumbling, bits of rock and dirt pouring over the edge. Dennis screamed, trying desperately to hold on to solid ground-but failing. He couldn't reach Eric or secure footing. Realizing he might go over if he stayed at the edge, Eric thrust himself back to the cave, taking Rhea inside with him, away from the danger. Dennis disappeared over the edge, still screaming-and then a few seconds later, there was silence.

Rhea buried her head against Eric's chest, surprised to find herself sobbing. "Hey, it's okay," he said, stroking her hair. "You're safe. You're okay."

It was eerily reminiscent of the night they'd met on the boat, when he'd comforted her there, too. Unbidden, she remembered his question from the conservatory, asking who was ever there to comfort her.

Lifting her head up, she saw that Eric's face was stricken. He was as shaken as she was but putting on a good show for her. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"I am now that you're safe," he said, though there was a haunted look in his pale green eyes, one Rhea suspected she shared. Rhea had never seen anyone die before. Dennis had terrified her. She'd wanted desperately to escape...but she hadn't wanted his death. Surely no one deserved to die like that. Swallowing, she focused on Eric again.

"How-what are you doing here?" she stuttered out.

"When I couldn't find you...I just kept asking and looking. No one knew anything. No one thought anything was wrong." The bitterness in his voice rang out. "Then the guardians said Dennis escaped, and I...I just knew. I knew he had you. The guardians were still sweeping the house and not finding anything, and I remembered Jared talking about how he went rock climbing here. I took a chance."

Distantly, Rhea recalled Dennis saying a "pretty brown-haired girl" had encouraged him to run off with Rhea. Rhea had a good idea who that girl was but decided not to bring it up just yet.

"Why didn't the guardians come here?" she asked instead.

"They didn't believe me. They thought he was too drugged to be dangerous. They figured he was just hiding somewhere on the grounds. Plus Stephen said you take walks by yourself all the time, so no one thought you and Dennis were connected."

Eric was still running his fingers through her hair, and it felt like the most perfect thing in the world. "You should have tried harder to convince them. You shouldn't have come alone," she argued. "With your family...if anything had happened to you...there'd be no more Dragomirs...."

He still seemed shaken by what had happened but mustered a small smile. "It was worth the risk. I was too afraid there'd be no more Rhea."

She stared up at him, hardly daring to believe anyone would do that much for her. A strange, wondrous feeling rose in her chest, and this time, she was the one who kissed him. It seemed so strange to be kissing in a place where death had just occurred before their eyes, and yet...it also seemed right. They were alive. The kiss was alive.

She wanted to keep kissing him forever and had a feeling he would have been happy to do the same. There were too many things to worry about, though. Horrible things. They had to get back and report what had happened. They had to...

"Emma and Stephen," she murmured when she and Eric pulled apart. "What will we do?"

"We'll talk to them," said Eric. He hesitated. "If you...I mean, if you want to..."

She studied him, reminding herself that she barely knew him. What did she want? She and Stephen had been friends for a long time-almost like brother and sister. He loved her...but she wasn't in love with him. Until now, she'd thought it didn't matter, so long as she cared about him. Now she realized it did matter. Love had to be more than liking the other person. She didn't want to break his heart...but she also didn't want to regret taking this chance to be with someone who actually seemed to want to be with her and not just what she could do for him. Eric had been right about her always looking out for others. Now, for once, she would do what she wanted.

"We'll talk to them," she repeated.

He linked his hands in hers and led her out of the cave, steering her clear of the cliff's edge. She had a feeling it was less about safety and more about making sure she didn't catch a glimpse of Dennis's body. The way back down to the house actually had a well-worn trail, explaining why both Eric and Dennis had managed to reach this height.

Halfway down, Eric stopped and stared at her, an awestruck look in his eyes. "What is it?" she asked.

"Your hair. Even in moonlight...it looks like sunshine. I'd never have to go outside again if I was with you."

She tugged him forward. "I think you hit your head in your heroic struggles."

"You were the heroic one," Eric said, stepping around a rock bend. "Reminds me of the stories from Russia my grandmother used to tell me. You know any of them? Vasilisa the Brave?"

"Nope. My family's from Romania. Never heard of any Vasilisa." Looking up, Rhea stared up at the sky thoughtfully. "But I kind of like that name."

Bring Me to Life

ALYSON NOeL.

For the dead travel fast.

-Bram Stoker, Dracula