"Ar - Grandmother, let me help you inside." Now was as good a time as any to start calling her what she was. I helped her to her feet. My mom shared many stories with me about the sad woman in my arms. She'd made Ariel out to be tough. A fighter. After what Sharra had done to her city, she seemed tiny, not strong at all. "Mizu," Ariel said between sobs. "All of my people." "I know. I'm sorry." I helped her up the back stairs. She leaned heavily into me and I practically carried her inside and up to my room. "Lie down." She did as I said, crawling across my bed and resting her head against the pillow. I took a blanket from the bottom of the bed and covered her.Ariel was filthy. Black ash lined her face and clothes. She smelled like smoke. She appeared so insignificant. But she was more than that. She was my grandmother. My mom's mom. I would do anything for her."I'm just going to rest for a minute." She closed her eyes. Her shoulders relaxed and I knew exhaustion overtook her. "Ta
As soon as I hit the fresh air, I physically felt better, which made me feel worse. "Hey, Jack. How's it going?" Troy stepped from the shadow of the tree in our front yard. He wore a plain black tee shirt and a dark pair of jeans. His sandy blond hair seemed to have grown longer since the dance. At the memory of our last time together I cringed. He'd said that more creatures like me was a bad idea. He thought me a monster and he was right. "What do you want, Troy?" I bit the words out. "Nothing. Hey," he said, taking my arms. "Talk to me about what's wrong." "Get away from me, dragon boy." I pulled from his grasp. "Dragon boy? Ouch." He took me by the wrist and held it up. Blood shone in the moonlight. No doubt he could smell it too. I heard his heart pick up speed and watched his eyes grow big. I pulled away. "That's right, Troy. I'm a monster. You were right. Stay away from me." My fangs extended and I growled. I could've run. I was fast, but there was a part of me desperate fo
When I arrived back at the house, I waved goodbye to Troy and then went inside. My mom was gone, as was my grandmother's body. The room that was my mom's once upon a time was clean and the bed had been made with fresh linens. A strong scent of disinfectants lingered, burning the inside of my nose and making my stomach turn. Mixed emotions swirled through my heart. I was grateful my mom took Ariel with her, thankful I didn't have to talk to my mom right now since I didn't know what to say and devastated that I hadn't been able to say goodbye to my grandmother. But mostly I was angry. Frustrated beyond belief that Sharra had killed my grandmother. Not hurt her but ended her life.It was time to make Sharra pay.I rapidly showered before dressing in jeans, my black combat boots, and a black hoodie. Brushed my hair, braided it, and wrapped it in a bun. Then I took a deep breath and went down the hall to Laeddin's room. Knocked softly. I didn't know for sure whether he was still in the
We popped into the tunnel immediately. Even without a light I knew we were in the room where we left the container. Laeddin produced a light as I knelt and then turned back the lid. As before, I pushed past the jade petals that felt like pea pods and their sickly sweet smell. And as before, the elven assassin appeared. He stood until the top of his head nearly reached the ceiling and opened his eyes. They were the same color as the flower petals. "Who dares awaken me from my slumber?""It is I, Jasmine." I sounded like there was a frog in my throat and I cleared it. "I'm here to claim the piece of crown you guard." His jade green eyes flashed in anger. "I cannot allow that." He crossed his arms over his shoulders and removed the swords. "Prepare yourself for destruction." I wasn't sure how to respond. Laeddin and I saw that a weapon was inside of me. Whatever it was, I hoped it would appear as soon as possible. "I will not die. I can't. It's my destiny to take the crown and sav
Laeddin burst into my room. "Princess?" I adjusted myself and stood. "I'm fine. I - uh, just fell."His hands roamed my body as though he were feeling for broken bones, even though that wasn't possible. "What's this?" He touched the diamond on my forehead. I shrugged. "I'm not sure but I'm guessing it has to do with the crown." "You're probably right." He pursed his lips in a grim line. "You sure you're all right?""Yes. I'm good."Laeddin stepped back. "You look better. Rested." He went over to the closet and opened the doors, then faced me. "Which is good because you need to go to your grandmother's funeral."At hearing his words, my heart sank. "Is it today? Usually funerals take days and days to plan." "You've been asleep for three." He took a dress from my closet and showed me. I shook my head. "Three days?" I ran to the window, like the sky could tell me the date. In some ways it could, since the darkness was getting closer and closer. "Why did you let me sleep so long? We s
"Well I'm here." She flew to my shoulder and landed there, settling in for the duration. Aunt Cindy stood on my mom's right. She'd come with her assistant from Polonias, a giant talking leopard by the name of Violet. She wore a short black dress without sleeves. The leopard's wiry glasses kept slipping down her nose until they sat so close to the edge, I wondered how they hadn't fallen off. Cindy wore a black dress with iridescent blue gauze around the waist, cuffs, and hem. It came to the middle of her calves and she had on black high heels with a bow at the ankle, ever the most stylish person in the room. My parents had taken the potion to change back into their rightful bodies. Dad had on a white suit with a water lily pinned to his lapel and my mom wore a red dress, the color of her mom's hair. "Come. Stand between us," my dad said, when he saw me. I slid into place and peered sideways at my mom. Was she mad? Could she stand me any longer? Or was I just a person to forget?Sh
"Ahhhhh, it's good to be here once again." Sharra appeared in the ballroom out of thin air, my glorious wings beating lightly at her back. My dad didn't hesitate, but went after her, grabbing her by the throat. He was so quick, he shocked all of us. "I had a feeling you'd show up." His fingers dug into her neck as he forced her to her knees. "You'll pay for the pain you've caused and when I finish with you, you'll be completely gone from this Earth." Sharra blinked several times and then touched my dad with the tip of the staff she carried. His body became stiff, like he was frozen. Sharra pulled from his grasp. "Stupid boy!" "Dad!" I ran to him. Sharra sent a black current at me. It struck and I fell to the ground. "That was too easy," she cackled, her wicked eyes scanning each of us. "How dare you lay your hands - " Sharra said. Before she could finish, my mom had Sharra's neck in her mouth, her fangs biting down. Sharra's eyes became wide with momentary fear, but she recover
Before I became a vampire, I was just a man with simple needs and one desire. Her name was Joanna Reesa d'Arc. I called her Red because of her deep auburn hair. She always wore it down her back in a long braid.Red was beautiful in every way. Strong. Courageous. Devoted to her country and family. To a stranger she might appear weak and helpless, but she was none of that. She was five feet of fearlessness with deep convictions toward her visions of what God wanted France to become.The first time I saw her she was in her eighth year. In her tiny hands she carried a pail full of water. A serious expression, one I would learn meant she was thinking, hung on her lovely face. She wore a white bonnet along with a hunter green frock the same color as her eyes.Joanna was the daughter of the town constable. The d'Arc family was the closest thing to royalty the town had, and they acted like it too.When I was young, I wanted to know her, to be near her. By the time she was sixteen I knew I
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