At the thought of blood, my mouth watered. I ignored it. "I'm fine," I said to Professor Pops, grinding my teeth. "The food tasted wonderful. Please tell your wife thank you," I added, studying Kenmei. It was a lie. The rice and vegetables had tasted like ash, but I had the distinct impression it wasn't because of his wife's cooking skills; more that my body had already begun its transformation. He nodded. "I will.""Now, let me answer your question," Professor Pops said, crossing one of his long legs over the other.I peered at him, slightly confused."You asked why she chose you.""Oh, right. Yes." I leaned back in the chair and clamped my twitchy hands in my lap."First, a little history." He crossed his legs, his reading glasses perched on the edge of his nose. "Okay," I said, noting it'd become my word of the day."The vampire queen has been alive for thousands of years. By our best guess," he eyed Kenmei, "we'd say probably since the world began. Every hundred years, she mus
I thought a moment, then repeated the words, "'Lips red as rubies, hair dark as night. Drink your true love's blood, become the vampire, Snow White.'" As I spoke, thick darkness packed the air. It was as though the queen entered me."This is worse than we believed," Professor Pops uttered."Yes," agreed Kenmei. "It seems the vampire queen may have a distinct interest in this one. Perhaps it's her name or her beauty. I must admit, Snow does have something extra special."The tremor in my hands traveled into my arms and down my body. "Is there nothing we can do? Because, I don't want that. Her, to take over my body. No!"Professor Pops patted my hand. "Yes, of course. But we've shared enough with you tonight. Let's get you home."I wanted to yell and tell him I needed to know everything right then, but I didn't. He picked me up, like I weighed nothing. "I can walk," I said, though my legs were wobbly, but Pops wouldn't hear my complaints, so I relaxed, tucking my head against his ch
Fondling the paper, I unfolded the paper and read:Dearest Snow,You have been bitten by your hunter and are now a revenant.Congratulations!The strong survive, and only one will have the pleasure of becoming my new host.Now is the time to play. Build up your strength. Enjoy all your new body has to offer. Find your true love. Get your fill of him physically, emotionally, spiritually, and then kill him. You must do so by your eighteenth birthday. I believe in you, Snow. You are passionate, and that is why I've marked you.The sooner, the better.Yours,The Vampire QueenMy hands shook. The letter had been written by her and in - I sniffed the red ink and instantly knew it was blood. Dread surged through me. She could be anywhere, yet I knew nothing about her, not even what she looked like.Quickly I went downstairs, the letter still clutched in my hand. The aroma of toasted bread greeted me, and I hurried into the kitchen. The guys were in varying degrees of feeding their
Inside the school, Gabe walked me to my locker. When we arrived, he stopped and touched my arm. Shivers danced along my sensitive skin. "I've got to get to class. See you at lunch." He squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back. A gnawing nervousness swelled as I watched him walk away. I was nervous about being without him. My first class was chemistry, and I was totally unprepared for the quiz on Matter. I also had an assignment due in Algebra II and verbs that needed conjugating for Spanish. While I emptied my books into my locker, I made a mental promise to talk to my teachers about extra credit or a way to make up the work."Bonjour, Snow. Where have you been?" Cindy asked, using the French word for hello despite the ring of agitated irritation I detected in her words."Hey, Cin. Your French is coming along nicely," I returned, wondering if she'd discern anything different about me. Closing my locker, I turned to face her annoyance, which I knew I deserved. She'd said she'd call
"Here I am called Christopher," he replied gruffly. He stepped away from the tree and into the sunlight. I still couldn't see his face."If you're a vampire, why doesn't the sun burn you?" I asked, curious. My hunger for his blood seared so strong, it took every ounce of effort I possessed not to attack him."The queen's magic is very powerful. I have no fear of the sun." Another step.I moved toward him, our steps like a dance, a deadly dance, one I didn't want to win. If I reached out my hands, I would've touched him, but I didn't. He smelled earthy, like clover and honey."Are you going to bite me again?" The words left my mouth, and I instantly knew I wanted him to."I will if that is what you desire." He sounded so calm, but his heart raced. Another step. Our bodies practically touched, but we kept our hands to our sides."If you're a vampire, why does your heart beat?" I asked startled."More of the queen's magic," he replied his words like a soft gust against my face."Can
I didn't want to lie. "Yes. I went into the other realm. He, the hunter, was there." I washed my hands and patted a wet paper towel over my face. "I don't know if it's a good idea for me to be here."At my words, his eyes grew wide in mock terror, and he circled his neck with his hands. Lifted one brow comically. "Thirsty? Do you vant to suck my blood?" He spoke with the lively silliness of an old-fashioned vampire from a black and white movie, but the worry in his body was evident. Palpable.I sighed, turning and leaning my butt against the sink. "I am worried I might bite someone. Your blood pulls at my bloodlust, but not too bad," I said so he wouldn't be afraid. His face fell. Dorian actually seemed sad that I didn't want his blood. Which wasn't true, anyway. Of course, I wanted his blood. It smelled intoxicating. "Oh," he stepped closer, his features changing from teasing to seriousness. "If you ever do need some - blood, I mean - you're welcome to mine."I gasped. "Do yo
Professor Pops waited until I got it. Then went on, "Not every teenage girl is in a situation like yours - seven young men vying for her attention.""We're just friends, though. And they're not 'vying.'" That was ridiculous. I took another drink, thankful I had something to do."You may not have noticed it yet, but I believe every one of them would gladly be your boyfriend if you allowed him. I've seen the way you and Gabe act around each other. Something is going on with you two."I stared into the drink. "I wanted something between us but, ever since I was bitten, and with the note this morning, he's been different." I took another gulp, worried about whether I should mention what Christopher said, but I couldn't bring myself to blurt it out.Professor Pops sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. It seemed he'd aged a hundred years in the past few days. "I think it's time I tell you about the Seven Magics Academy." I fiddled with the glass, unable to meet his gaze. I'd never hear
"That's right," Professor Pops agreed, placing the leather book back in the drawer under the downy fairy. "Follow me," he said, moving to another door and unlocking it. He went inside. It was small compared to the room we'd come from and filled with weapons. Professor Pops walked over to a pointy wooden stake. "You mentioned staking a vampire." He picked the stick up and handed it to me. It was heavier than I imagined it should be."Yes. Just jab it in the heart, right?" I held it, so the pointy end faced him and raised it above my head. Professor Pops chortled. "These work if you have the element of surprise, or if you're skilled at hand to hand combat. But, tell me, could you stake Christopher?" His face was serious.The idea repulsed me. I'd sooner stake myself, and that shocked me. "No," I said, as comprehension filled my mind. "Are you saying he's got me under a spell or something?" Irritation started to build, but I pushed it down. Professor Pops had said Christopher was
That night, after all of the festivities were over and we said our goodbyes, Troy and I went back to the small house that used to be my mother's. Now that Sharra was no longer a threat, the chayot set up a meeting between several of the heads of different countries in the human realm and me. There, with the help of the chayot, we discussed relaxing the laws for supernaturals. Together we came to an agreement and I created a magical system with the help of Heathcliff and several other human scientists. After much discussion, I became aware of the KPID, a supernatural government agency known as the King's Paranormal Inquiries Division. The organization had been tracking supernaturals for hundreds of years, at first in the United Kingdom, but in the mid seventeen hundreds, they'd moved over to America as well. Given access to the KPID's super top secret information, I was able to update and strengthen the magic already in place as well as add some newer, more technical attributes with He
"Are you ready?" I asked. We were standing outside on my balcony. I took Troy's hand as my wings fluttered behind me. My engagement ring sparkled in the midday light and I couldn't help but admire it. Troy had asked Jesse and the gargoyles to create the ring for me. A thick platinum band with vines filigreed on either side leading to the center where sat a delicate jasmine flower made of diamonds and blue topaz."Are you sure you can do this?" Troy was teasing me, pretending to be nervous about me flying him around Sharra. "There's only one way to find out," I said, and leaped into the air. Troy whooped out a holler as he clung to my hands, his body dangling below."Don't drop him, Jasmine. It isn't every day you find someone crazy enough to fall for you," Abrea said beside me, her pixilette wings fluttering gracefully. "True." I laughed and the action felt really good."Jasmine? We need to leave for the wedding," my mom called from back in my room. I rolled my eyes and glanced at
Before I knew it, I was laughing as tears of joy leaked onto my cheeks. He set me on the ground and pushed my hair out of my face, then cupped it in his hands. "I love you vampire girl." "You do?" I believed him, but needed reassurance as my hands curled around his wrists. "More than I believed it was possible to love." He bent his head and gently touched his lips to mine, his eyes still open and on me. I kissed him back, as a gurgle of happiness shot through me. The sweet kiss turned hot and needy. I loved him and wanted him and didn't care who knew it. He pressed my mouth open, deepening our kiss as his arms went around my waist and he lifted me off the ground. "Hey you two?" It was my Mom. I froze and opened my eyes. Troy was watching me again. "Should we tell them?" he asked. I knew he was talking about our engagement. "Now's as good a time as any," I said as he set me on my feet. Troy took my hand and I turned to face the group. "We have an announcement," he said. The
"Do not do this," Christopher said, a look of complete disbelief on his injured face. "You have the power within you to destroy her. You know you do. So why?" I couldn't explain. But I hoped one day he and the rest would understand. If I failed, Laeddin could tell them the truth about the Unknowns, what they had planned. In the end my family would see I made the best choice. The only choice."Silence, Hunter. I'll deal with your insubordination later," Sharra said, sending a bolt of magic at Christopher. He was thrown back, landing against the other side of the cell before falling to the ground with a groan. Chris bared his fangs in anger and jumped to his feet, though slower than expected. "Hurt them and the deal is off," I seethed, facing her, my hands in fists at my sides. She gave me an innocent look. "I didn't do any permanent damage." She crossed her arms, sauntering toward me. "Now then, let's do this."I swallowed, forcing myself to remain calm. My plan would work. It had t
Determination weighed my shoulders down as I traversed the inkiness. As I went, I called out in my mind, using the magic within me to speak with Silindra and Laeddin. At once, my mind was there, in Laeddin's realm, in his library full of books. He and Silindra were there, standing close, reading something aloud. "Laeddin," I said. Laeddin glanced at me, or rather, my mental presence. Silindra looked up as well. "Is it just me or am I seeing Jasmine?" Surprise flickered across her too lovely face. "I see her too - somehow." Laeddin reached out, but his fingers couldn't touch me. I was there, but not really there. "I'm going to Sharra," I said, and looked from Laeddin to Silindra. "The darkness will swallow the earth soon. There is no more time. I need your help now. Please find me." "We're coming, Jasmine," Laeddin said, and took Silindra's hand. Were they a couple now? There was no time to figure it out. Silindra said, "Watch out for my sister. She's tricky.""I will," I said, a
Now that we had nothing to fear, Lirle and I moved quickly and undeterred toward the stronghold. As we went, Lirle talked more about the dragon she liked as well as growing up in the dragon realm. Hearing her talk, I couldn't help but admire the Hollow. It was stark and vast and though it wasn't blooming with all manner of flowers like Sharra, it still held beauty. That night as we rested and ate under a canopy of trees, I was able to witness one of the wonders of her realm. Here, the forest stirred to life at night. Everything seemed to possess a bioluminescence. Trees whose leaves were pink during the day glowed a soft white, like millions of fireflies covered them. Animals I hadn't known were there, insects and little creatures that reminded me of spider monkeys, lit up as well. It was beautiful and a little terrifying. "Why does it do this?" I asked, mesmerized. Lirle took another bite of whatever she was eating. Her lips were luminescent blue like the spider monkeys and I force
He looked up and for the briefest moment, I thought he was staring right at me. No longer angry, but still unsure. Troy spoke: I love you, too, Jazz. He stopped speaking and adjusted his weight, sitting up straighter. They added: Someone is coming. He closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping. His cell door cranked open and a female voice spoke. "I brought you a friend. Try not to kill each other." Christopher stumbled into the room before turning and flashing his fangs. "You touch me like that again and you won't live to tell anyone about it." His hands were behind his back and black magic held his wrists together. The person he spoke to laughed. It was Sharra.I focused on Troy. His eyes burned into Chris like he would kill him. To Troy, I begged: Please remember, Chris is on our side. He believes in our love too. When Sharra forced me to kiss him, Chris stopped me and freed me from her magic. He's changed and he can help.I hoped that was true. As much as I trusted Chris
"How nice to see you, Lirle." The voice came from a gray dragon with blood red eyes. His sharp and pointy teeth glistened like they held their own light. Huge talons clamped around Lirle from behind, holding her like a sharpened straight jacket. She gasped and struggled but couldn't move. Her captor's clutches were bigger than Lirle's body. The first dragon looked at me. "And you are Jasmine, heir to Sharra and an original vampire. But where are your wings?" He opened his mouth and I thought he intended to burn me to a crisp. Instead his tongue came out and he licked me. Tasting. "Strange," he said. "Gross." I wiped my cheek with the sleeve of my shirt. It occurred to me he was speaking like Abernathy did, with his mouth and not in my mind like Lirle. Perhaps speaking aloud was a skill that came with age. The first dragon pushed through the trees, causing them to snap and break. Then he pounded his tail on the ground several times in a rhythmic fashion while lifting his head. He ro
Lirle took to the air, her attention on the direction where the sound came from. Her whole body trembled. "You're frightened. What is it?" I asked, fighting my own nerves. Lirle's eyes bore into mine and her terror shone brightly as she said: We're too late. The Ondror's magic is upon us. Listen carefully. A dragon's magic comes from the soul. Our greatest weapon is using the weaknesses of our enemy against them by showing them what they fear most. She flew over to the stream before coming back to me and pointing with one claw. Lirle asked: Do you see the soul magic coming?I followed her gaze and squinted until I saw the blackness, traveling like a deadly mist through the trees, and heading right for us. "Can we outrun it?" She shook her head and said: No. It's everywhere. She spun in a circle and I followed her. Lirle was right. It was coming from every direction, like we had a homing beacon on us. She met my gaze and said: You see? Whatever happens, whatever you experience o