I look around me. Thank goodness, it was just a dream. The collar of my nightdress is all wet. I'm sweating. Besides me, the clock shows that's three in the morning. I just have a few more hours before getting up for school. I turn and try to find sleep again, but it's futile. For some reason I can't shake away the uneasiness I felt in the dream. Rising from my bed, I walk to my bathroom and look at myself. I look awful. These dreams are getting a hold on me. My dark brown eyes are injected with blood. Sweat that smells like fear, drips down my neck. I wash my face in an attempt to fix my appearance a bit.
Back in the room, since I have time to spare, I organize my backpack and look for clothes for school.
"Honey, are you up?", I hear my mother say from the other side of the room.
"Yes, mom. I'm up. Just another bad dream. Go to bed." My mom worries a little too much for me. It is a result that has come with the years from not having a dad. She never talks about him or what happened, and since she is so overprotective of me, she enrolled me in the Wayland Academy. She said that it's a great school and that she would feel better if I was close to home even though I didn't stay at the house. She has too much work at the office and doesn't want me to be bored at home alone. She prefers me here, where I spend all my time with my friends.
At seven I wrap everything up for the day and head out.
"Honey, have a good semester. I'll see you next holiday." She smiles at me.
"Yes, mom. Can't wait to spend time with you again. I miss you." I move towards her and envelop her in a warm hug.
"Oh, I miss you too." We linger in our hug. She was staying in my room for a few days. We don't spend too much time together. She's always busy with work and I'm in an academy.
I go down the stairs. My room is on the third floor of the girl's building. A special request from my mom, since she has an obsession with the number three. I can't deny that she might have passed that onto me, I have a slight obsession with it too. I get to the common room, where everybody hangs out. Well at least me. I don't go out that much.
I open a granola bar and some orange juice from the adjoining modern kitchenette and sit with everybody. They are all watching expectantly the news. I look at the T.V.
"Good morning folks! This is a sad and traumatic day. The police force has found three bodies near the Pattison State Park. The police haven't made comments on how the bodies were found, but our advice folks are to stay in today and watch your backs. In other news..." How can they say the news so casually? They found freshly murdered bodies and they say it like it is the most common thing in the world.
"Hey, Alice"- Dean snaps me out of my deep thought.
"Hi, Dean. Did you see this?" I motion my hand towards the flat screen.
" Yeah, it's horrible. Please don't let it get you down. I know you worry almost about everything and everyone." Know it all. Can't blame him, he's right as always. He pretty much has known me all my life. He's like my brother.
"Right, let's get to class." Walking down the hallways, I remember the dream. I quickly shake it off before I remember the feeling of emptiness. Of being alone and afraid. A feeling that I have had most every day of my life, sometimes I think it may be a result of something traumatic. It can't be normal.
Once in class, I'm more relaxed. It's my favorite class, Astronomy. I'm taking it as an elective. The stars have always called out to me. It's just what I feel, a connection to outside, to the universe. I also take the class, for the dreamy professor, William Strauss, the hottest professor on campus.
All the girls drool over him and I'm no exception. He starts to talk and I'm lost in his explanations about cosmic theories and in his beautiful green eyes. I'm lost in them when Dean snaps me out of my head again. "Hey! I was dreaming in his eyes." I protest.
"I know. So was I, but he caught us staring. Do you think that he might swing for my team?" I roll my eyes at Dean and keep writing notes. That boy is a lost cause. He can hit on anything that has two legs and a ding-dong between the legs.
"Alice, what it's your opinion on the cosmic theories?" Mr. Strauss looks at me expectantly. Green eyes cling to my soul. I think I see a smile in the corner of his mouth. He knows I was talking doing his lecture, but I think is more about us staring at him-drooling- than the talking. I look at my notes and wing it.
"That's interesting. Anyone else thinks differently?" He says before turning, and I think that he smirks at me. Did he? I don't have time to ponder. Just then the bell rings three times.
"Okay, students please stand up and form a single line." We stand up and follow the professor to the auditorium. It is the standard procedure when the three bell rings are heard. It means that there must be a big announcement or an emergency-situation simulacrum exercise.
I notice that the auditorium is still decorated with the theme of the last party, summer beach party. I guess the staff has been busy. We take our sits in the back, facing the stage and wait. The professors are talking among themselves upfront, on the big long table on top of a built-in stage. Mrs. Karp, the director of the academy stands. The woman has the oddest taste in clothes. Tight knee-high purple skirt, sparkling green blouse, and bold gold earrings. It hurts to look directly at her.
"Morning students. We have called you here to announce that the academy will be reinforcing the security on campus." Her chirping voice booms around the room without the need for a microphone. "This is because, as you all well must know, there might be a serial killer in the streets. Also...one of the bodies that were found this morning was a member of this academy." There is a gasp all around the room and quickly the whispers start. "Please, don't panic, as I said, the security will increment. In the meantime, no one is allowed out of the academy without an adult. We will be also implementing a body system. I expect your full cooperation. Thank you!" She turns around and keeps chattering with her staff.
I turn to Dean and he's in deep shock too. A memory comes unwelcome to my head. Two years ago something similar happened where I was studying. I was in Chicago and there started to happen something strange. People would disappear and then be found dead somewhere near the school. It was the strangest thing. One night I was out late. I was walking back home from the movies when I saw something unusual. In a dark and dirty alley, there was a man. I could just distinguish his silhouette and the smoke coming out of his mouth. From the corner of the street, I saw two men, cloaked, walking toward him. My head was telling me to keep walking, but my feet were grounded in the spot. I couldn't move. Just watch. The men slowly got close to him. They started talking and the next thing I know both of them were on top of the guy. They were drinking him. Their hands were deep on his neck. It was like feeding. I swallowed my scream. I remembered I had two feet and moved out of the way before they saw me. I could hear their heavy breathing. I looked again into the alley and they were gone. The next morning the news informed about the body. It was a boy from my school that had been missing for two days.
"Hey." I feel Dean shaking my arm.
"What?" I blink a couple of times trying to rid my eyes from the watery film that had started to form.
"Mrs. Karp dismissed us...you were remembering again, weren't you?" Dean looks at me with wary eyes.
"Yeah...don't worry. It was my imagination and this can't be possibly related. Let's go." I say standing. I don't want to dwell in the past.
*****
"Hey, how you doing?" Mia sweeps back her light blond hair. She's looking into my eyes and knows that I'm apprehensive. It is because of the murders, and the student body, and the memories. She knows, after all, she's like my little sister. She sits beside me in the burgundy common room couch.
"I'm fine, Mia. Don't start with your weirdness now. Not in the mood." I close my eyes and lay my head back in the common room couch. I try to wipe away the awful memories and my deep gut feeling of something terribly wrong.
"Weirdness? Come on, Alice. You have to admit it, that the bodies and everything sounds like what might have happened in Chicago. Like what you saw." Her sing-song voice is sometimes so annoying.
"Like what I saw? You know I'm not sure of that and you don't even know what the condition the bodies were found, Mia." Exasperated with me she stands up and walks away.
"Now, you royally pissed her off, Alice. You know how she gets when she gets a hunch of something." Dean says to me looking at every available guy that enters our common room. I roll my eyes and stare at the empty hearth. Mia will get over it. I don't have the energy to deal with it. I know that every murder news affects me differently because of what I went through in my last school, so I don't want to add Mia's 'hunches' into my anxiety too.
Nightfall comes slowly. The orange and blue colors of the sky slip inside the room. It's still warm. August is always warm. I enjoy the feeling of the hot sun in my skin. Soon fall will come with its chilly breeze and brown leaves.
Slowly, the room starts to empty as the night comes.I'm done with my homework too. I walk towards the kitchen to grab some snacks before going upstairs. Mia is there fiddling with an almost empty plate of cereal. She looks up at me and a strange emotion crosses her eyes. I don't dwell on it. I go to the pantry and grab a granola bar. Turning to leave she calls me.
"Al, you're still mad...with me?" Her voice holds hope and despair. Why despair?
"No. It's just that when you usually say things like that...well your hunches are never wrong. They scare me sometimes. You are so forward. So confident. It is unnerving." I linger in the doorway waiting for her to say something. She circles the bowl of cereal with the spoon. It feels like minutes have passed by when she finally talks. "Sit with me. You need to know something."
I walk towards her and sit on the first chair I grab.
"Know what?" A chill runs down my spine. I shake my shoulders.
"Look, I know that what I am about to say it's hard to understand, but please try to keep an open mind." She looks into my eyes hopefully. I just nod.
"Alice, tomorrow it's your eighteenth birthday and there are going to be some changes." She pauses. "What you saw or what you think you saw back in Chicago might have been real...might have been, what do you guys call it...Oh, a supernatural encounter. Look, Alice, I'm different, you are different. You'll understand better all of this tomorrow. What you need to know right now is to be careful."
I just sit there staring at her dumbly. What in the world is this girl talking about? Different? Supernatural stuff? I quickly assume that she's drunk or high. I give her a half-smile and quickly head to my room. I run a bath and pour some vanilla essential oil in the warm water. Soaking in it, I drift off and my mind goes wandering. When I open my eyes again it's almost midnight. Quickly I dry myself up and go to bed.
The next morning I wake all sore and confused. My neck and back, ache. It feels like I was hiking an impossibly high mountain or something. I remember last night but quickly dismiss the thought. It's just craziness. Mia's craziness. Why am I sore? I rub my hands up and down my arms and they are slightly different. They feel stronger. Toned. I walk to the bathroom and look at myself.I gasp.
The next morning I wake to find a black chest in front of my bed. It has some beautiful carvings. They look like symbols, ancient symbols. Lines form loops, waves, and circles. The chest is big, almost like one of my chest drawers. On the lid, there are some more symbols, or runes, I think. I can't be sure. I touch them and I feel a low bolt of electricity. I yank my hand away. This is too strange. But having the chest there or not, I have to get to class."Hey, I heard your birthday was yesterd
The next day I wake a little bit hazy. I don't even know how I managed to sleep. My head it's trying to process this...this thing. Vampire. I'm a freaking vampire. This kind of stuff doesn't happen in real life. Is it possible that everything once held in books and spread around like legends are actually true? Looking at the mirror I see my eyes going from soft brown to deep blue. I need to control this. How do I control this? Am I going to become a blood-sucking monster? I get out of bed and head to class, even though I know I won't be able to concentrate.
A few days have passed since the incident with Chris, but the rumors haven't stopped. They get worse the longer I don't deal with them. Kissing, making out, touching, first base, second base; the list goes on and on. My fury escalates by the day and by the weeks. I don't know what to say to him. I don't want him to remember what happened. What really happened? But what if he does remember? Will he be freaked? Who wouldn't? I just hope, that if he is, he doesn't start some kind of hunt, then it would be vampire huntings all over again like in the movies.
Dean is shaking me. His voice is far away, like a long lost whisper. My body is numb. I don't feel my legs, or arms, or body. My eyes are out of focus. I feel myself talking, but I don't hear myself. I know there are words in my mouth, but I don't know what I'm saying. My throat hurts and it isn't because of blood. I'm not moving my lips; I'm screaming, over and over again. Dean keeps shaking me. I come back to my senses. I stop."Alice, what's wrong? What happened?" He places his hands on my ar
We haven't seen a lot of Megan around, not since we discovered that she is a Deamhan. We have taken a few precautions though. I finally have started to wear the red teardrop pendant that Mia had given to me in the black chest. It's a jasper stone. Very pretty; it's highly known for its protective qualities. Also, I've been carrying around a small pocket knife in my jeans or inside the boots I wear. This was insisted by Mia, even though I think I can protect myself on my own, without the help of knives or any objects. I may not know what my full powers are, but I'm sure instinct will kick in when I need it.
I have evaded William completely since that night. In class, I seat far back. On the hallways, if he's coming I find another path or simply turn around. I just don't know what to say to him. I already can hear his questions: "Why did you run? Is it that you don't like me? Is it Chris?" I really don't know how to handle it. Plus, I have had Britney following my every move lately. I guess that's because Megan isn't around and she is keeping an eye on me. No matter, Mia keeps her eyes on her.After classes, I go back to the commo
Weeks have passed since the new Blessed arrived. I have started to learn and befriend some of them. There is this short, dark brown hair girl named Amy, she's cool to hang out with. There is also Cole, the guy that in a blink of an eye can move to any place he desires. Dean has his eyes on one of the new boys also. His name is Magnus, and he is one of the three that stay in my room. He's very handsome. Tall, shoulder-length blonde hair and interesting deep scarlet red eyes. He's a very sweet caring guy, just how Dean likes them. Although, Dean is known to be a little bit like a player, so let's just hope he doesn't break this guy's heart. He has another different gift. He can control the mood of people. Dean has been spending a lot of time in
The minutes, hours, and eventually days had prolonged. Night and day were a mixture of colors that I couldn't pick apart sometimes. If it wasn't for the digital clock on my bedside table that told me the time, I was a hundred percent sure that I wouldn't even know how long I had been here in my room. A week. A whole damn week had gone by. A whole damn week where I had to resist my vampiric urges and stay in my room close off from everyone. But it was for the best really. It was for my benefit. I knew that if I went out of this room two certain things would happen. One, I would be harassed endlessly by the other Deamhans in the house. I would have to stand their hisses, their predatory gazes, and I would need to hope that they had fed before I came out of my room, or I would most certainly be attacked by them. I could be their leader's daughter, but that went through the window when blood lust settled in. I was proof of that. I felt the dryness in my throat every single day,
I jumped out of my chair faster than I thought I could move with the silver cuff around my ankle. The chair made a screeching noise as I stood. The sound of my rapidly beating heart the only thing I could hear at the moment. I tried hard, really hard, to focus on it and not on how the blood of the guy flowed through his veins on his way to my father's mouth. The girl was still kneeling before me, her eyes still cast down to her flat palms on her thighs. Her breathing was even. There was no trace of fear in her.The smell of errant blood spilled from my father's mouth on the boy's neck made me ignore the pounding of my heart in my ears. It forces me to be aware of what I'm feeling. The need to feed. I felt it. The urge to sink my teeth into that girl's neck and drain her life source into my mouth. My fangs elongated and I felt their tip on the bottom of my lip.I tried to look at anything but at my father, but his insistent stare calls my own. I met his star
The walls around me seemed to breathe at the same time I did. The floor swayed from side to side and up and down. The orange colors drifting through my window from outside made me think of fire and ache instead of the gorgeous sunset it must be. I could still hear Williams's words running around in my head. They were doing laps like my brain was a track field. After he dropped the bomb of what he truly is and how he was made, he simply pushed himself off the wall and left me alone. It was like he had just told me that I got an F on my midterm instead of flipping my world upside down even more. I didn't see any remorse for hiding his true self from me. I didn't see any emotion at all in his eyes. It was like he had completely changed in a matter of days since he ambushed my friends and me. How could he go from the friendly Astronomy professor in the academy to this cold half-demon here? I couldn't understand it. Or maybe I didn't want to understand it. Either way, I had lost all sens
My eyes refused to open. I could feel the throbbing pain inside my head pounding. As I regained consciousness, the searing pain on my ankle intensified, but it helped to numb the one in my brain. I could see his surprised face in my mind's eye the more I woke up. His moss-green eyes locking with my own. How his eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly agape. How he took the first step towards the mess I was on the floor before I couldn't take the ache in my head and body any longer, and I succumbed to the darkness.William.The man- the professor- that swept me off my feet since freshman year. The man that gave me my first kiss after I turned eighteen. The man that after discovering who I was, I managed to be psychically connected to psychically him by some miracle, which I still didn't understand. And he is also the man that betrayed me and my friends and delivered me to the Deamhans, and in turn, to my father.As much as my body- and maybe ev
I take a few deep breaths before walking out behind him. I don't even know why I'm following, I just know I have to. There is no one else in the whole house. There must definitely be a sinister reason behind it. I remember that when I arrived here for the first time, even though I was blindfolded, I could still hear others around. It wasn't just him.He is moving to the back of the house, where surprisingly there are more rooms. This place is bigger than I thought. He opens the door to one of the rooms to his right and leaves the door open. I know I have to get inside too, but he doesn't even glance at me. He just keeps walking forward to a desk. His desk. Walking in I glance around. This is definitely his office,...the office. A shudder runs down my spine as I recalled that night. My face being uncovered and finding myself face to face with my own father's blood-red eyes. I stop in front of the door and walked no further in. He sits down casually on top of his desk, on
I let the hot water run through my naked body cleaning it from all the filth and grime I caught the day they imprisoned me. The hot water relieves my muscle soreness. It is a welcoming feeling. I wash my hair and for a moment I stop thinking of my confines and enjoy the feeling of the water soaking me and enveloping me in its warm embrace. I could stay beneath the showerhead for the rest of my life, but the inevitable is just outside my new bedroom doors. I reluctantly shut down the shower and wrap a towel around my body. I use another towel to dry my hair as I walk out into my chambers.I didn't expect my room to be this fancy. I expected to find myself in another prison, but with better accommodations...well now that I think about it, this is a prison with better accommodations. I laugh on the inside and walk over to the massive walking closet this room has. There are so many clothes that I could hardly count them all, and they are all spectacular. I even have some designer
I wake up and quickly feel disoriented. I don't know where I am. I can't recognize anything around me. Well as far as I can see around me, I am in a pitch-black room. The small spec of light that faintly illuminates the room is coming from beneath the door. I am lying down on a cold stiff bed. There is no much furniture around the room, just where I'm lying, a sink, and a toilet. Soon it dawns on me, I am in a prison. How does a hybrid manage to end up in a prison? I sit up on the bed and quickly feel light-headed. I press my hand on my forehead in an attempt to stop the room from moving before my eyes. The darkness is welcoming, though. I don't think that with how lightheaded I feel I could handle too much light right now. I look down at myself and see that my right long-sleeved has been cut, exposing my arm. I look at my forearm and see that I have white gauze with medical tape. I gently pull it out and see a small needle incision. They have taken some of my blood. I'm not healing
As he stares back at me my breath leaves my lungs in a rush and seems that my air isn't going to come back. His red eyes bore into my soul and wake up sentiments that I had buried deep inside me for years now. For 18 years he has been just a misconstrued memory. A sour reminder that I was indeed born. I never would have imagined that I would actually meet him someday; after all, he is supposed to be dead. As I stare back into those deadly, but captivating eyes, I feel my world shift under my feet; I am still wearing the gym clothes I had on when I was training with Mia. They are filled with dirt and dust.I feel my self-tremble underneath his stare that runs all over my body. He is my father, my creator, my doom.
The second part of the book starts here.To recap what happened in the first part, Alice discovered that she wasn't human on her eighteenth birthday. She discovered that she belonged in a world where magic exists and those who possessed it are those who come from the stars. These people are called Blessed and they possess extraordinary powers. They are a community hidden not only from the world but from demons as well. These demons are called Deamhans and they thrive in not only killing human beings for sport but Blessed too. They kill them for their blood and because in doing so they absorb their powers for a short period of time. While Alice starts to learn about herself and about those who hunt her kind, she- with the help of her best friend Mia- starts to discover another part of herself, a part that is much too dark for anyone's liking. She is not only Blessed but a vampire as well. On top of all this, the crush she had developed on her Astronomy professor grows and some