Moonshifted. Part 35

SHAPEs.h.i.+FTED.

Coming Summer 2013 I'd lost fifteen pounds in six months.

Being a nurse, I'd run through the worst-case scenarios first: cancer, diabetes, TB. When I'd checked my blood sugars and cleared myself of coughs and suspicious lumps, I was left with the much more likely diagnosis of depression. Which was why I was here, even though here was an awkward place to be.

"I can tell you anything, right?" I asked as I sat down across from the psychologist.

"Of course you can, Edie." She gave me a comforting smile, and adjusted her long skirt over her knees. "What do you feel like talking about today?"

I inhaled and exhaled a few times. There didn't seem to be any good way to launch into my story. "Hi, I used to work with vampire-exposed humans. Once upon a time, I dated a zombie and a werewolf. So, you know, the usual." I snorted to myself and admitted: "I'm not sure where to begin."

"Anything that feels comfortable for you is fine. Sometimes it takes a few sessions to rev up."

"Heh." Six months was a long time-I should be getting over things already. Things like being fired ... well, shunned, which felt a lot like firing. Maybe I should have let them wipe my memory when I'd had the chance. Figures I would make the wrong decision. "I've just been through a rough time lately."

"How so?"

"I had this job that I really enjoyed. And I had to leave it. To go elsewhere. Ever since then, my life just feels ... plain." I'd spent the end of winter up through July working full-time night s.h.i.+ft in a sleep apnea clinic, monitoring patients while they slept. It was dull. My skin was paler than ever, and my social life was long gone.

There was a pause while she attempted to wait me out. When I didn't continue, she filled the gap. "Let's talk about what you used to enjoy. Maybe we can figure out what you enjoyed about it, and think how you can bring those qualities over into your current situation.

"Well. My co-workers were good people. And my job was exciting." I paused, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"What was exciting about it?" she encouraged me.

I looked at her, at her nice office, nice couch, nice shelves with nice things. It must be nice to be a psychologist. I looked back at her. She smiled, and opportunity blossomed inside my heart. We, she and I, had patient-therapist privilege. I knew the boundaries; as a registered nurse, I was a mandated reporter, too. As long as I wasn't a danger to myself, or to anyone else, she'd have to keep what I told her quiet. It wasn't like she was going to believe me, besides.

I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees. "What do you think about vampires?"

The smile on her face tightened for just a fraction of a second. "It's more important that I know what you think, not the other way around. So tell me, Edie. What do you think about vampires?"

"What if I told you they actually existed?" I said. Her smile appeared increasingly strained. "Here, I won't make it into a question. I'll tell you what I think. They do exist. There are quite a few of them out there, actually. They have human servants, some to do their dirty work, and others just to get blood from, like human cattle."

The words just poured out. I knew I wasn't supposed to say anything, and I knew from looking at her that she didn't want to hear it-but it felt so good to finally talk about it. The dam had broken. I couldn't stop now.

"And there're werewolves, too. There were two big packs, but now there's just one, and they race around on full-moon nights in the parks outside of town, and then there're also zombies, and I dated this zombie for reals once-I knew he was a zombie going into things, and I still dated him. You know how I knew? He told me. I was his nurse one night. At the hospital where I used to work."

I sank back into the world's most comfortable couch, and pressed a hand to my chest. "I cannot believe I just told you all that. That felt so good." Looking up, it was clear my confessions hadn't had the same effect on both of us.

She gave me a tight high smile. "Do the vampires tell you to hurt yourself?"

"Not lately!" was the wisea.s.s answer that I wanted to give-but everything I told her was going down into a file. If I was going to abuse her for her listening skills, the least I could do would be to take things seriously, and stay polite. "No. They don't. They're not in my head, either."

She tried a different tack. "Do the vampires tell you to hurt other people?"

"Not anymore!" "No. They're not allowed to talk to me anymore."

I could see her measuring me, weighing my sanity. It was pull up now, and laugh, like everything I'd said had been part of a prank or crazy joke, and wasn't I hilarious? Or sink like a stone-it could be said I lacked the gene for self-preservation that most people came installed with.

"There was this one vampire that I was really close to. She kicked me out to protect me, after I destroyed all the extra vampire blood in the county. I saved everyone ... but I ruined everything, too."

The therapist inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Edie, at twenty-five you're a little old to be having a schizophrenic break. But we need to do some reality testing here."

Reality testing. Like everything that'd happened to me this past winter wasn't real. I stared at the patterned carpeting beneath my feet. "That's the thing. It was all real. All of it. But I can't tell anyone about it. You know what'll happen to you when I leave this room? If you believe me?"

"No." Her face looked like she was sucking on an increasingly sour candy. "Why don't you tell me?"

"The Shadows will come out of the ground and erase your memory of everything I said. Maybe even of me." I nudged the carpet with my toe.

"Edie, how long have you been having these delusions?"

I didn't answer her.

"I know you're a nurse, and no one wants to put you on meds less than I do, but my co-worker next door-he's a psychiatrist. We can go together and check in with him. He could get you in as an emergency visit, and then you could go fill your prescription. Risperdal does wonders for people."

"Risperdal?" I startled and looked up. I was crazy ... but I wasn't crazy. "No."

"Edie-" Her voice went low. I grabbed my bag and started walking toward the door. "You're not going to hurt yourself, are you?"

"Not if I don't stay here," I said as I shut the door behind me.

In nursing school I'd done a psych rotation. The nurse I was following and I ate Risperdal-endorsed microwave popcorn out of a brand-new plastic bedpan. It was incongruous at the time, partic.i.p.ating in even a small part of the pharmaceutical promotion machine, and eating out of bed pans like they were bowls for food. After that, I'd always made sure to bring my own Tupperware, and had limited any brand endors.e.m.e.nt to using whatever Med of the Monththemed pens were lying around.

I didn't want to be on the Med of the Month, though. Even though I knew meds were helpful-and vital, in some cases-for depression. It was just that ... well, my problems felt situational. You would have thought that it was the stress of working with vampires and were-creatures that did me in, but no, my depression had come after that, with the onset of spring.

I drove home with the windows down, hoping that the wild air flowing over my face would make me feel more alive. It did-until I thought about the fact that I had to work tonight. My stomach curdled, and I finally put two and two together. Working at the sleep clinic was killing my soul.

There're only so many nights you can watch someone sleep on a video monitor and stay sane. I had two years of intensive care unitlevel experience, and then I'd spent the last six months watching people sleep, listening to them snore. It was like going from being a fighter pilot to a model airplane captain-the joyless kind glued to the ceiling at a Toys Us.

My phone rang. I saw the picture of my mom, and picked it up like you're not supposed to in the car. "Hey, Momma-"

"Hey, Edie! Can you come over?"

A lifetime of being my mother's child meant that I could tell from her voice that something was wrong. "Um, sure. Why?"

"You're not on the phone in your car, are you?" she attempted to deflect me.

"No," I completely lied. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing-I just-" she hesitated. My mother was good at many things, but lying was not among them.

My brain itemized every bad thing it could be, as I waited her out. The list was shorter than it'd been six months ago, since the supernatural community was now shunning me-back then, if she'd called me up like this, I might have panicked and hung up to call the cops, for whatever good they could do.

Thank goodness she'd never known where I'd been working, who I'd been hanging out with, or what I'd been up to.

Now, the first spot on my "reasons my mother could call me in the middle of the day" list was occupied squarely by my brother. Jake had had a brief reprieve from his heroin addiction when I'd been working at the hospital-it was the trade-off for keeping me employed. When I'd been shunned, all of that had ended though, and sure enough Jake had gotten back on the junk. I tried not to think about him, most times, now. Thinking about him only made me sad.

The awkward lull on the phone continued as I stopped at a red light. "I just got some bad news is all," my mother went on. "You're pulled over, right?"

Also by.

Ca.s.sie Alexander.

Nights.h.i.+fted.

Praise for Nights.h.i.+fted.

"Dark and clever full moon insanity that will get into your blood, crawl under your skin, and haunt your dreams."

-Sherrilyn Kenyon, #1 New York Times bestselling author.

"The best debut I've read all year. Nights.h.i.+fted is simply amazing!"

-Kat Richardson, bestselling author of the Greywalker series.

"Nights.h.i.+fted's main character, nurse Edie Spence, has a distinctive, appealing, and no-nonsense style that you won't quickly forget. Add to that a paranormal population that needs medical care for some very odd reasons, and you have a winner of a debut novel."

-Kate Elliott, author of the Cold Magic series.

"Fresh, exciting, dark, and s.e.xy, Nights.h.i.+fted is excellent urban fantasy that grabs you by the throat and pulls you along for a wild ride. Ca.s.sie Alexander is an author to watch!"

-Diana Rowland, author of Mark of the Demon.

"There's so much paranormal stuff out there that I often find myself longing for some true urban fantasy. Nights.h.i.+fted is the one I was starving for. It's gritty and dark, its heroine jaded and tough, and both of them are studded with moments of humor and human frailty."

-Angie-ville.com.

"Medical drama and vampire cold wars intersect in this solid urban fantasy debut. Alexander's zombies are particularly well-designed, and the hospital environment adds an intriguing additional dimension. Edie's life is full of hard knocks ... and her gradual development into a character who can allow others to care for her is satisfying."

-Publishers Weekly.

"Nights.h.i.+fted is like a dark and twisted version of Grey's Anatomy with vampires, zombies, and werewolves taking up residence in County Hospital's Y4 wing ... The story moves at a similar pace to a hospital setting where there are small lulls in action and with sudden, even frantic bursts of action. That sort of pacing made Nights.h.i.+fted an exciting read as I was constantly on edge, waiting to see what was going to happen next."

-All Things Urban Fantasy.

"I loved this book. What a breath of fresh air! A memorable scene with an STD-afflicted dragon (yup) had me on the edge of my seat, the budding romance with Ti (zombie firefighter!) is sweet and tender, and I just plain loved hanging out with Edie. Nights.h.i.+fted is a very strong start to what promises to be a wonderful new series!"

-My Bookish Ways.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

In addition to being a writer, Ca.s.sie Alexander is an active registered nurse in California. Nights.h.i.+fted is her debut novel. Visit her on the Web at www.ca.s.siealexander.com This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fict.i.tiously.

MOONs.h.i.+FTED.

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