Daughters of the Moon, Books 1 - 3 by Lynne Ewing
“I don’t know. Midnight maybe. Can you come?”
“Yeah, I guess,” she said. “How am I going to explain it to my mother?”
“Your mother never needs an explanation.” Vanessa looked behind her. Why did she feel so edgy?
“I don’t know,” Catty hesitated.
“Take a cab. I’ll pay.”
Vanessa waited at the front window, impatiently watching cars drive past her house. Finally headlights turned down the street, and an orange-yellow taxi pulled up to the curb. Catty climbed from the cab. She held a tackle box in one hand and an artist’s pad under her arm. Her messenger bag dangled from her shoulder. She wore bunny slippers and a tan trench coat over her pajamas.
Vanessa ran outside and gave the driver fifteen dollars. He waited until they were inside before he drove off.
Vanessa locked, then bolted, the front door. When they were in her room, she spoke. “Do I look different?”
Catty’s mouth fell open. “What did you do with Michael? Tell me all about it. Every detail.”
Vanessa flopped on her bed. “Nothing happened with Michael, other than I acted like a fool. Someone followed me again tonight. I don’t look different to you?”
“You look tired is all. Someone followed you with Michael there?”
Vanessa sat up and cuddled a pillow against her. “I acted like some freaky Amazon woman.”
“He saw your true self ? So what? I bet he liked it.”
“I don’t even know why I did it. I felt like I had to protect him. He’s probably never going to speak to me again.”
“Then you don’t want him. Did you see who was following you?” Catty set her bag down, opened the tackle box, and took out several charcoal pencils. She sat on the floor with her artist’s pad as Vanessa explained everything that happened, from the walk down the canyon wall to the strange look in Michael’s eyes when he didn’t give her a good-night kiss.
“We could go back, you know, and see who was following you.”
Vanessa sat cross-legged on her bed. “That’s not why I asked you over. I was . . . I didn’t want to be alone.”
“Maybe it’s date anxiety. You’ve never been afraid of anything before. You’ve only had these strange feelings since Michael started acting like he liked you. Maybe they’re panic attacks.”
Vanessa laughed. “I don’t think you can call the way he makes me feel a panic attack. You think he likes me?”
“Yes.” Catty nodded firmly.
“Did you bring anything to eat?”
Catty pulled a glass pan covered with aluminum foil from her bag. Vanessa could smell the rich chocolate before Catty removed the crinkling aluminum foil.
“The dateless made fudge,” she said, and handed the pan to Vanessa.
Four pieces were already missing.
Catty looked at her. “Maybe you should tell your mother. I mean, it could be some pervert or something. Your mom would know how to handle it.”
“Tell her I think someone is following me because I can make myself invisible?”
“It’s not like you can’t prove it,” Catty pointed out. “Sit in the light so I can sketch you.”
Vanessa sat in the overstuffed chair next to her bed. Catty’s pencils scratched across the paper.
“I think we should go back while it’s only a few hours in the past and see who was there,” Catty declared.
“Yeah, and end up falling down the canyon. Sorry, your landings make it too dicey.”
Catty didn’t argue this time.
“Maybe I should visit Serena. She might see something in her tarot cards. Morgan said she was good.”
“You don’t think she can really tell fortunes, do you?” Catty drew Vanessa’s hair in long swirling lines.
“You’re right. The best thing to do is talk to my mom.” Vanessa watched Catty draw her face, pouty lips, the dimples in her cheeks. Catty was too quiet, which meant she had something more on her mind. Finally she stopped drawing and looked up.
“Did you ever think my mother was right?” Catty said finally. “Maybe we did come from another planet and the spaceship crashed. That would explain the two memories I have.”
“The crash and the fire.”
“Maybe we survived both, and the moon is like a guidepost that tells us how to get home, only we don’t understand it yet because we’re still in a sort of larvae state.”
“Great, that’s all I need. You mean we haven’t grown our green antennae yet?” Vanessa joked. She started to laugh, but then she thought of the changes she had seen in her eyes when she looked in the mirror an hour ago.
“Maybe together our powers can take us home.”
“Your mother’s theory only works if I was adopted,” Vanessa said. “And my mother has assured me with gory descriptions of ten ugly hours of labor and twenty-two stitches that I was not.”
“But what if—” Catty stopped drawing. “What if something happened to her real child?”
“Like aliens ate it?”
“I’m serious.” Catty frowned. “Maybe there was an alien mother who gave birth that night, and a nurse got confused.”
Vanessa stared at her. “I look like my mother. You’ve said so yourself.”
“What about the necklaces? Maybe they’re like a homing device.” Catty started smudging the charcoal drawing with her finger, then stopped and stared at Vanessa. Vanessa knew by the look on Catty’s face that she didn’t want to hear what she was going to say next. “It might explain who’s been following you.”
“How?”
“Government agents. The ship might be repaired now. And they’re going to send you back to your own planet but they have to make sure you’re the right person.”
Vanessa thought about it. How would she survive on a different planet? Even if that was where she belonged. “I don’t want to leave. My home is here.”
“But, Vanessa, if it’s true.”
“It’s not—”
“Just if. If they come for you, don’t let them leave me behind.” Catty was serious.
“If,” Vanessa said. “If it is true, I promise.”
“Thanks.” She paused a moment. “I keep having this awful dream. In it these shadowy people are trying to reach me. I can’t see their faces. I wake up, and it feels so real. Maybe the others are using telepathy to contact us, but our skills are too rusty to pick up their message.”
“Stop,” Vanessa whispered. “You’re frightening me.”
“Sorry,” Catty said.
“Maybe we should try to get some sleep.”
“Okay,” Catty agreed.
Vanessa turned off the lights and opened the shutters. She and Catty crawled into bed and stared out the window at the night sky.
“I wish we only had normal problems like everyone else,” Vanessa said.
“Me, too. It’d be fun to just worry about school, zits, and boys.”
“I worry about that. It’s not fun.”
“Yeah, it’s not fun for me, either,” Catty said. “I wish I knew why we’re so different.”
“Freaks of nature,” Vanessa whispered and wondered how she could ever have a boyfriend. Maybe it was better not to try.
“It’s hard sometimes,” Catty added. “If you weren’t here, I’d be so alone, probably smoking pot with lodos on the back lawn at school.”
“Yeah,” Vanessa said. “I’d probably be a shy little mouse with a stack of books in front of my face and no friends.” She pushed back tears crowding into her eyes. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Ditto on the mushy stuff.” Catty pulled her covers tight around her.
As she was falling asleep, Vanessa decided to visit Serena tomorrow. It was her last hope before confessing everything to her mother. Maybe Serena could look at her tarot cards and tell her who had been following her and why.
CHAPTER NINE
SUNDAY EVENING VANESSA walked up the tinted stone walkway of a large Spanish colonial revival house. Faded ceramic frogs and
She started to knock on a large wood door, when it opened.
“Hi,” Serena greeted her. “I’m glad you came.” She wore Hawaiian-print bell-bottoms and a pair of clogs painted fairy-tale red with blue flowers. She looked like a pixie, the way her hair was moussed with glitter on the ends.
“Let’s sit in the kitchen,” she said. “The light is better there.”
Vanessa stepped inside and waited for her eyes to adjust to the dimness. Then she followed Serena down an unlit hallway. Their footsteps echoed through an imposing dining room that felt cold and never used. Finally, they pushed through a swinging door into a yellow kitchen that smelled of freshly baked cookies.
A raccoon sat on the kitchen table on top of papers that were scattered around a laptop computer. A cello rested against a long counter. Its varnished wood reflected the warm kitchen lights. Vanessa had expected to see anarchy symbols and smell incense, or maybe worse.
“I practically live in here,” Serena explained. She seemed nervous to have Vanessa visiting. She picked up a pile of papers. “This is Wally.”
The raccoon stood on its hind legs, then climbed off the table and scuttled flat-footed away from Vanessa.
“I got him on a camping trip. His mom deserted him, same as my mom deserted me, so my dad let me keep him. Have a seat.”
Vanessa sat down.
Serena went to the counter next to the sink. Wally followed on her heels, his bushy ringed tail in the air like a flag. She tossed the raccoon a cookie, then brought a plate of chocolate chip cookies to the table. “Here, have one. I just made them.”
Serena didn’t look like the kind of person who would bake. Vanessa picked one, had a moment’s hesitation wondering what might be in the cookie, then saw Wally chomping daintily away and took a bite. It was rich and buttery. The chocolate melted in her mouth.
“It’s good.” She wished she hadn’t sounded so surprised.
“I’m glad you like it.” Serena smiled. “Sometimes I think about becoming a chef. Well, if it weren’t impossible.”
“Anything’s possible.” Where had that come from? She sounded like her mother. Standard Lecture No. 9.
Serena shook the spangled bracelets on her arm. “I guess my life is pretty much planned for me.”
Vanessa felt sorry for Serena. Too many kids at school had parents who drew road maps for their lives.
“It’s not what you think,” Serena added quickly. “Dad’s pretty cool. It’s other things.”
Vanessa started to ask like what, but before she could ask, Serena spoke.
“What do you want to drink? Soda? Coffee? I’m having milk.”
“That sounds good.”
Serena poured two glasses, then came back to the table and sat down across from Vanessa. She shuffled her tarot deck, then placed it in front of Vanessa. “Think of your question while you divide the deck into three piles with your left hand.”
Vanessa took the worn deck and shakily separated it into three stacks. She wondered if the cards would be able to tell her who was following her. When she glanced up, Serena had a peculiar look on her face and her eyes seemed dilated the way Catty’s became before they time-traveled.
“What?”
Serena shook her head. “Sorry, I was daydreaming.” She took the deck, gave Vanessa a sly smile, then turned over the first card. “Ace of cups. Love affair. Don’t worry about Michael. He likes you. It’s genuine.”
Vanessa tried to smile, but worry kept pulling at her. Did she dare ask Serena about her real problem? An odd sensation rippled across her mind. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it felt peculiar, almost like the feeling she sometimes had after completing a difficult algebra problem. She glanced up. Serena was staring at her again.
“You know,” Serena began carefully, “if you have other problems, I might be able to help with those, too. I mean, we could ask the cards.”
“I’ve got a problem,” Vanessa whispered.
Serena clicked her tongue piercing against her teeth and waited. “You want to tell me about it?”
“I can’t.”
Serena continued to stare at her. Why did her pupils seem so large? She blinked and her eyes looked normal again.
“Well, maybe the cards can help you if you just think about your problem.” Serena turned over the next card, but she didn’t seem to concentrate on it—her eyes kept returning to Vanessa.
“Do you see something bad in the cards?” Vanessa asked nervously.
Before Serena could answer, the back door opened. The salty smell of the ocean drifted into the room. A boy walked in, his sandals flapping against the back of his heels. His face was sunburned, his nose peeling, and his lips still had traces of white zinc oxide. Lines from dried salt water traced around the back of his deeply tanned neck. His sun-bleached hair fell in his blue eyes and down his back in a shaggy ponytail.
“This is my brother, Collin,” Serena said. “Vanessa’s a friend from school.”
“Hey,” Collin nodded, but he barely looked at Vanessa.
“Hi.” Vanessa could see how Morgan would have a crush on him.
“Anything for dinner?” He walked over to the stove.
“Macaroni and cheese,” Serena said.
“Where?”
“The oven.”
He took the casserole from the oven. Steam rose into his face. Collin set the casserole on a trivet, then took a spoon from the dishwasher and dug in.
“It’s hot,” Serena called out.
He bit anyway. “Hot!” he yelped, and danced around. Wally scampered under the table.
“Collin’s a surfer,” Serena said adoringly, as if that explained everything.
“The macaroni is great,” Collin yelled. He scooped some onto a plate and left the kitchen. The sound of MTV came from someplace deep in the house.
Serena turned back to Vanessa. “He’s pretty cool for a brother, actually. Morgan had a big crush on him for a while. But I think she’s had a crush on everyone, especially Michael.”
Vanessa sighed and wondered if she even had a right to date Michael. After all, Morgan was her friend and—
“Don’t worry about it.” Serena interrupted her thoughts. “Collin says Morgan doesn’t have boyfriends, she takes prisoners. She’s really possessive. So maybe she didn’t have a relationship with Michael like she thinks she did.”
Vanessa still felt bad. Had Michael taken advantage of Morgan? Was she too embarrassed to tell Vanessa everything about it? Maybe Michael had—
“She never had a real date with him.” Serena spoke in a soothing voice. “She saw him at a party and they got together.”
“How do you know so much?”
“I listen.” Serena smiled. She shuffled the cards. “Let’s start again. Think of your question. You need to be specific for the cards to work.”
“Okay,” Vanessa said.
“Ready?” Serena snapped the cards. “Divide the deck into three stacks again.”
Vanessa nodded and thought, Am I in danger of having my secret discovered? Then she divided the cards into three stacks.
Serena gazed at her, her green eyes fiery. Again Vanessa had an odd feeling, this time like a whisper of wind roving around her mind. It was relaxing. She started to close her eyes.
Serena slapped the first card on the table.
Vanessa opened her eyes with a start.
“The knight of cups,” Serena said. “He’s always a bearer of important news or an invitation to social events.” She grinned. “He also brings new developments in love. Are you sure you’re not thinking about Michael?”
“Yes.” Vanessa tried to concentrate on the two different nights when she felt as if someone had been following her.
“Maybe you should be more specific.”
“How would you know if I was specific or not?” Vanessa asked.
“I can’t kn
Vanessa shrugged and thought of the night with Michael at the Bowl; then she looked at Serena and stopped. Serena’s pupils were enlarged again, and she was staring. Vanessa winced. That feeling in her mind was strong this time. Maybe she was getting a migraine. She rubbed her temples.
An odd look gathered on Serena’s face as if she saw something that amazed and puzzled her.
“What do you see?” Vanessa asked, the balls of her fingers working her scalp.
“Nothing,” Serena said; but her voice filled with wonder and she seemed excited about something. Then she turned the next card. “Damn,” she muttered, and her mood seemed suddenly dark.
The card showed the image of a moon with the face of a woman. Two yellow dogs barked at the night sky.
“I think this one was out of order.” She started to push the card back into the deck. “Let’s go to the next.”
Vanessa grabbed her hand and took the card. “What does it mean?” she said nervously. She didn’t really believe in fortune-telling, but it frightened her the way Serena was acting.
“The card means an unforeseen danger. Something is not as it seems.” She looked at Vanessa long and hard. “It means you should be cautious. Very cautious.”
“Why?”
Serena clicked the piercing in her tongue against her teeth. “It’s complicated.”
Vanessa waited.
“According to the card, you’re looking for answers, and the information you’ll receive will be difficult to believe, so you’ll put yourself in danger. You’ll have confused feelings and not be sure what to do, but you can’t run from this problem. The only way is through it.”
Serena looked down at the cards. She turned over the next and let out a small gasp. Before Vanessa could catch her, she stuck the card back in the deck. Her quick jerky movement toppled her glass of milk.
“Sorry.” She ran to get paper towels. She brought them back to the table.
Vanessa helped her sop up the milk. “What did the last card say?”
“Nothing, I didn’t even really see it before I spilled the milk.”
Vanessa knew she was lying. She had looked too frightened. She had seen something in the cards. And why did she keep staring at Vanessa? Maybe Morgan was right.