I dressed in faded jeans, a red Ed Hardy tee shirt with a dragon slithering across the front, and my Converse. In the full-length mirror near my closet, I noticed several bruises on my neck and stepped closer for a better look. In the center of the bruises were twin marks closed over by scar tissue. It seemed I hadn't changed as much as I'd hoped. No one had been able to see marks after Christopher bit me the first time, but I wasn't so sure about these bruises. Going to my dresser, I pulled open the top drawer and took out a silk and cashmere scarf in baby blue. My dad and stepmother had given it to me for Christmas last year because they said it matched my eyes. After pulling off the tag, I wrapped it around my neck several times, so the bruises were hidden."Today is going to be a regular day," I grunted, catching my reflection in the full-length mirror beside my dresser. It couldn't get any weirder. I'd become a blood-drinking supernatural creature, for crying out loud. "U
"No prob, Snow," Heathcliff said. He went over and poured himself a cup of coffee.Gabe cleared his throat, and I turned my attention to him, taking a sip of tea."So you need to pick out a dress in the next couple of days and let Pops know," he said."If it's any consolation, we'll be wearing tuxes," Heathcliff said, irritated, reading the terrified look I was sure coated my face.I giggled at his agitation, swallowed some tea. "You'll look amazing in a tuxedo." I rotated to include Bart, Dorian, and Gabe. "You all will." I pulled the book closer and flipped through the pages. All of the dresses were beautiful, airy, and light. I couldn't imagine trying to move around in something so elegant.The guys crowded around, each commenting on which one they thought would suit me best. I cringed at wearing any of the dresses and considered speaking to Professor Pops. Gatsby jumped onto a chair and onto the counter, rubbing his body along one of my arms."Hey, boy. What do you think of al
My body teetered between conflicting emotions: excitement and sadness. Excitement because I'd see Christopher in a few minutes, though I had to call him Chace in school. And sadness because I still had feelings for Gabe. He'd promised he wouldn't leave. Memories of the night he'd stayed with me surfaced, weighing down my heart. I missed that Gabe. He hadn't exactly left, but he didn't want me anymore either. Sighing, I pulled open the front door to Salem Academy, home to more than sixteen hundred students, and realized I held my breath so I wouldn't smell blood. Slowly I exhaled and snuck a timid breath. A delicious blood-tinged aroma swirled with sweat and perfume. A symphony of hearts beat all around me, but I didn't have the slightest twinge of a craving. Something had changed. Was it the double dose of bloodlust tea, or drinking Christopher's blood? I'd have to ask him when we had a moment alone. If I could look him in the eyes without turning red.I made my way through
My insides quivered at his question. "No!" I mean our making out and blood swapping could be considered a date, I guess."Are you embarrassed by me, Snowflake?" Chace asked. "Don't call me that," I growled, smacking him on the arm. Only Gabe was allowed to call me that. Besides, what did he think was going on? Were we an item?"Whatever you command, my queen," he inclined his head slightly.Self-conscious, I searched the room and caught hold of Cindy's perceptive glare. "What the hell?" she mouthed.I shrugged and turned back to Chace. His words, "my queen," made me think of another question. I, technically, wouldn't be his queen. My body would, but her spirit would be inside mine. Right? I filed the question in the thickening folder labeled Seriously Wacky Stuff. "You need to stop."Chace laughed. "Fine. I will. For now." Then he winked. "Can I call you Frosty?"I lifted my brow. "You can call me Frosty when Hell freezes over, m-kay?" I gave him a sinister look but laughed too.
"Oh, well, they shouldn't care." I signaled them to come over, casually tightening my scarf. They nodded. A thought struck me, and I started to panic. "They don't know who you are, do they?" I hissed, keeping my eyes glued on the guys' movements."No. At least I don't think so." He shrugged. "But then they are Adam Henry's sons, so anything's possible." I heard what sounded like a note of awe in his words and wondered why.The guys picked up their food and headed over. I searched their faces, trying to discern whether they knew. I didn't think so. If they had, they probably would've been a lot more hostile."Hi, guys," I said, feeling suddenly nervous. Thankfully we were still in the lunchroom at school. If the guys wanted to punch out Chace, at least they wouldn't do it here. "Hey, Snow," Salvatore said."Heyah," Sebastian added, taking a huge bite of pizza. "Aren't you going to eat?"I glanced at the unappetizing salad sitting in front of me. "Not hungry," I responded, keeping m
I watched my classmates exit the commons area, doing my best to be okay with mine and Chace's history. The hunter was new to me but I wasn't to him. Pops said hunters marked us when we were young. Since Christopher/Chace marked me, how long had he been around? Or had he just recently returned to bite me? So many questions. None of them could be answered right now.Should I consider him a stalker? Not that I could call the police. And Pops was aware of him. He'd told me to be careful.As I walked over to dump my tray, I decided I had no idea what I was getting myself into with him.***The final three classes of the day were torture. Not because I wanted to drink the blood of my fellow classmates. No. I was agitated and couldn't stop thinking about Cindy, about revenant training, and about Christopher coming over. My thoughts made it hard to focus on schoolwork. I had a feeling if Professor Pops knew what I'd been doing, he'd be upset, or at least concerned. But he'd fallen in lov
I yelped, covering my head with my hands as my shoulders rose to my ears. Water dripped from my bangs onto my nose and cheeks. The air smelled wet and of peppermint. An eerie gloom gathered around the field in the form of fog."Coach, are we going in?" someone shouted."Yeah, coach, we can't run in this.""Are you men and women, or mice?" Coach roared over the rain, tipping his burgundy cap lower on his head.There was collective grumbling as we all made our way to the track.Christopher touched my arm lightly. "Catch me if you can, Frosty." He grinned and took off.I watched him, his fluid body moving in perfect strides.As I watched Chace run, it was like his feet barely skimmed the ground. Wiping the hair off my face, I started to run.One foot in front of the other. I could do this. This time I knew it. I sensed the changes. When I'd run in the past, my body would tense, my knees would freeze, and, according to Cindy, it looked like I had a board shoved up my derriere. It felt
I didn't think so.After several moments I heard him suck in a breath."What? What's wrong?" I asked, trying to turn my head so that I could see him.One of his large hands appeared. Something was pinched between his thumb and first finger. I squinted, and suddenly my eyes adjusted like the lens on a microscope. A tiny arrow, no bigger than a sliver. "What. Is. That?""It's a pixie's arrow. The tip has been dipped in a toxin. I need to make a poultice to draw out the poison. The ingredients are nearby, but I'll be out of sight.""Don't go," I cried.He ran his hands through my wet hair. "You'll be safe here. Only a creature whose heart is pure can pass through the enchantments I've put around this place." He came near so that I could see him. "You'll be fine," he added."Where are we?" I asked, changing the subject, trying to keep him with me a little longer.Christopher's eyebrows furrowed in a way I was beginning to understand meant he was anxious."We are in Sharra, the realm of th
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