O Life that maketh all things new, the blooming earth, our thoughts within, our pilgrim feet, wet with thy dew, in gladness hither turn again. From hand to hand the greeting flows, from eye to eye the signals run, from heart to heart the bright hope glows, the seekers of the light are one:. This hymn feels extraordinarily aspirational to me today. Easy and comfortable to sing, cheerful but not sentimental, strong but not defiant.
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Did he really have to go over this again? For the first time, Della noticed his voice held a hint of a Southern accent that wasn't just Texan. Steve was evidence that Burnett didn't trust her. Why else would Burnett insist Steve go with her? She didn't need the shape-shifter. He was just going to slow her down. I don't want you to just get out alive. I want you to get out just the way you went in. Not wounded, not bruised, and for God's sake, don't leave any dead bodies behind. Della slumped back in her chair, knowing when to shut her mouth. She really wanted to do this assignment for the FRU.
Wanted to win Burnett's respect. Everyone needed someone to impress. And since impressing her parents wasn't an option anymore, she'd settle for Burnett. Not that impressing anyone was the only reason she wanted to go.
Even before she'd been turned into a vampire, she'd considered a career in criminal justice-something that allowed her to kick butt. Of course, her parents had frowned on that.
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They had her earmarked to be a doctor. They had her earmarked to be a lot of things. Not that they knew what she was. The way Della figured it, if they went bat-shit crazy just because she'd stopping eating rice-which after being turned tasted like curdled toe jam-how the hell were they going to accept that she was a blood-drinking vampire? The answer was obvious. They wouldn't, couldn't accept it.
Lucky for her, she'd been accepted into Shadow Falls—a boarding school for supernaturals-and didn't have to worry what her parents thought about her choice of careers, or whether she ate her rice or not. Did they sit down to eat dinner and notice her chair was empty?
Did her mom ever forget and set an extra plate at the table?
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Yes, they came to the parents' day visitations, but they were always the first to leave, and eager to do it. Especially her father, the man Della had spent her entire life trying to impress. Turning vampire hadn't been Della's choice. It was one of those things life slapped on your ass and you just had to accept it. Which meant she'd had to accept that her family would never be able to accept her. Not that it really bothered her. They expect you to meet them at four in the morning. Don't be late, don't be too early. Don't let them lure you back to their compound.
The policy, if they follow their own policy, is that three of the members will meet with you to talk. You get the information about joining, you get out. Della looked from Steve to Burnett. What the hell did he need to talk with Steve about that couldn't be said in front of her? Frowning, Della shot up from the chair and left.
She stopped about fifty feet from the porch, holding her breath and not moving a muscle. Hoping Burnett wasn't still listening, she tuned her own vampire hearing and waited to discover what the hell was up. The afternoon sun spilled over the trees, casting shadows on the ground as she stood frozen in one spot. Della inwardly growled at Burnett's chauvinistic approach and fought the need to rush back in there and give him some lip.
I'm the one who's gonna have to protect his butt! This is just a clearance check. But that doesn't mean this group isn't dangerous. Like hell you will. She already had a plan of doing a little side trip, and she didn't need Steve tagging along.
At six that evening they arrived at the cabin the FRU had rented them right outside the vampire compound. To call the place a dump would have been like calling one of those roach-coach vans fine dining.
Of course, she and Steve were supposed to look like a couple of supernatural teen runaways. She supposed it would have looked suspicious if they'd rented anything with even part of a star attached to its reputation. But damn, this was supposed to have been a fun trip. She wasn't a prima donna, but sleeping on a mattress that was more dust mites than filling, with sheets that looked as if they hadn't been changed in a year or so wasn't her idea of fun.