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conversations that had been a while coming. Maybe I was a bit at fault too. I bury myself in my notebook when I can’t figure out what to say. I wasn’t afraid of Amber, but knowing your friend is probably immortal makes her a bit more intimidating when you are trying to brow-beat her.
    “It’s not like we’ve had a lot of time to sit and chat lately. You’ve been too busy pawning me off to local witches to even have a conversation with me. That and having happy sexy time with Jake.” I mumbled the last part, but it’s seriously hard to have a convo when your buddy is in full-on afterglow.
    Amber wiped her hands on her pants and pushed the bag with the crumbs in it aside. “Let’s get back to the purple thing.”
    “If you two are talking about a penis, I am going back for another drink.” Craig’s voice was jarring, and the only thing that stopped me from grabbing the pretzel bag and licking the crumbs. With his comment my mind went to thoughts of licking something else entirely.
    Craig looked a bit ruffled. His shirt was wrinkled around his stomach and his dirty blond hair flowed through his fingers as he brushed it off his face. He looked buzzed. How much did he have to drink to deal with the thought of me becoming a vampire or werewolf? Was my becoming a full member of the Clan that horrible to think about?
    I pushed myself up and tossed our trash. I couldn’t even pay for anything. The least I could do was be the maid. “I’m done talking about it right now. Don’t we have someplace we have to get to?” I tried to hold my head high as I walked towards the van. It was getting harder and harder to do. “Isn’t there someone else you have to hand me over to? I’m tired, guys. Let’s just hit the road.”
    I went back to the van and sat inside. Jake joined Amber and Craig, and the supernatural trio stood outside talking. I twisted the key in the ignition and blasted some music. If I was going to sit at the kid table I was at least going to have some tunes.
    Amber complained, often and loudly, about how much Jake kept from her at the beginning of their relationship. I don’t know what kept me from calling her out on the irony of that statement. But when she was kept in the dark, she was still able to take care of herself and walk away. It made me feel even more useless as I realized there was nowhere for me to go.
    I dug underneath my seat and grabbed the zippered pouch that held the sad remnants of my pencils. I needed replacements in a serious way. I propped my feet up on the middle bench seat where I was sitting, and leaned against the solid metal door.
    I was looking at a blank wall with a door handle. Not a whole lot of inspiration there, but suddenly images started to flood my brain. Thank goodness I had paper.
    The image came together so easily. The more I drew the more the abstract images started to take shape, but not ones I really wanted to see. It was fire. Seemingly my new nemesis was buddy-buddy with my muse. Amidst the flames were two bodies clinging to each other. There was so much passion between them I could feel it. Now that I could get behind. My hand kept flying.
    Despite the static nature of a drawing I saw them moving with each other. No, it wasn’t fire. It was a pulsing red aura. A man and a woman were naked among the swirls. I drew small details along the edges. My hand was taking its own path. There were trees around the red lines. Pine trees. A small tent propped up in their shade, and a book tossed to the ground at their feet. I didn’t have the title but it was a picture of a woman with a corset being unlaced.
    The man’s face was the last bit of information that flew from my fingers. It was Craig. And it was me with him. Sure I had thought about it before. But sex wasn’t the reason I crumpled up the page and tossed it beneath the seat.
    The red aura. It couldn’t be the same one. I looked up to the hood of the van and counted the burn marks, and tried to think of