I blinked. I felt my lashes compress against my eyelids, and I saw the world turn black, just for a moment, and I felt safe in the darkness. Then I opened my eyes, and saw that he was still there, his head cocked slightly, his dark skin glowing and those strange, beautiful golden eyes glinting in the fluorescent light of the classroom.
I felt that same pull from before, and without thinking I reached out towards him. His lips were quivering, the corners on the verge of pulling up into a smile, and his eyes were soft as I brought my gaze up to meet his.
Then the classroom door banged open, and the spell was broken.
“Sorry all,” our History teacher coughed. His face was pasty, and its texture reminded me of over-worked dough. He’d combed part of his hair over his bald spot, and I felt a little sorry for him as I caught his eye. It couldn’t be easy, feeling the rigour of age every day, and parading it in front of crowds of young, bright-eyed students.
“It’s fine, Sir,” squeaked a mousey-looking girl, sat right at the front.
As he loaded up the powerpoint for today, I focused on determinedly looking away from the golden-eyed boy. I could feel him beside me; it was as though I could see him from the corner of my eye, all of the time, even when I was looking nowhere near him.
My thoughts kept jumping back to the search results I’d found last night. Maybe humans weren’t the only out-of-the-ordinary nightmate a vampire could have…
No. This must be some sort of wolfish trick. He’d drawn me in, and now he had me just where he wanted me. That was why I was so enticed by him, so beguiled by his smooth skin and flowing, dark hair. And those eyes…
I mentally shook myself. I tried to tune back into the History teacher’s words, rather than fixating on one strange, handsome, dangerous boy sat beside me.
“So,” he coughed, his eyes alight with the tales of the past, “Queen Victoria’s reign began in 1837. She was the second-longest reigning Queen of England, coming just behind the current matriarch, Queen Elizabeth II. The Victorian Era is most notable – in my humble opinion – for its rapid advances in technology. This was the time of trains, of the London Underground, of vaccines and of cures and of education.”
I kept my eyes focused on the powerpoint slide as he spoke. I agreed with him, to an extent – the Victorian Era had been incredible, awe-inspiring. But it had also brought with it death, in the crowded, smog-filled cities, and in its factories, with tiny children working from young ages. He was telling us of the light, but not of the dark that accompanied it. In everything, there was good and bad: a natural balance that came with life itself.
Maybe, I considered, I’d been right before. Perhaps, like vampires, werewolves were not so simple as literature and films would have us think. If there was light and dark in everything, then that would surely apply to them, too.
I let my eyes flicker to the boy. He had finally dropped his gaze, and his eyebrows were furrowed as he meticulously wrote something on a slip of paper. His handwriting was neat, from what I could see, all perfectly straight lines and delicate curves.
I looked down at my own, messy handwriting. I often deviated from the lines in the notepad, and got distracted doodling around the edges of the words I’d written. I’d hardly taken any notes today, in fact, but as I’d been thinking, I’d been drawing mindlessly, too.
Scrawled on my page in smudged black biro was my own face. I’d barely registered drawing it. It was cartoony, with lips that were even bigger than my real ones, and doe eyes that were looking up at nothing. My lashes were long, casting spider-leg shadows down my cheeks. One side of my face was dark, and the other was shining in the light.
I scribbled over it, forcing my pen so firmly into the paper that it began to tear. My vision became blurred as I dragged the pen through the notepad, and then I jumped when a hand was laid on my arm.
The touch itself was accompanied by a feeling of warmth, of love. It felt supportive, from the gentle grasp on my forearm to the pressure from its fingertips, evenly spaced and spread out from the palm.
I didn’t like being touched. But this… this was okay.
I turned slowly, already certain that I knew who was behind the quiet gesture. The golden-eyed boy looked nervous, shy, even, as his eyebrows raised and he met my gaze. His lips parted, just a little, and I felt the sudden, strange urge to lean forwards, to close the space between our desks and kiss him.
“Hey,” he whispered. Then he looked around quickly, as though worried we’d get reprimanded for talking in class. His voice was deep, but he put an inflection at the end of the word that made him sound young, and scared.
I wondered if this was part of his fiendish wolf-plan, too. It didn’t seem likely to me.
“Hi,” I whispered back.
He pulled back, and then dropped a note onto my desk. He mouthed, “read it,” and then turned away from me again. I saw his leg jiggling nervously beneath his desk, and then my curiosity overcame me, and I began to unfold the note.
It had been folded a lot – more so than any normal person would see fit when quickly passing a note in class. The creases were deep, too, as though he’d worried over them, and pressed them in with a ruler. He seemed like the sort of person to have a lot of stationary, and like the sort of person that would bring all of it, neatly tucked into a pencil case, to every lesson.
I preferred to chuck a couple of pens into my bag, and more often than not they would run out while I was using them. Then I’d get distracted, scribbling them in rapidly expanding circles across the page, wanting them to come back to life.
I finally unfolded the note, and his steady, careful handwriting was clear on the paper.
Meet me by the bleachers after school. I think we need to talk.
- Skye
The rest of the day passed slowly, after that. Where Skye’s leg had been jiggling nervously, mine tapped out an excited rhythm beneath my desk. It was nice to finally be able to put a name to his face, and to have something to call him other than the golden-eyed boy.
Kathrena, for her part, seemed just as distracted as I was at lunch. We barely spoke, and toyed with our food wordlessly, moving it aimlessly around our blue cafeteria trays. Sometimes, for effect, I’d hold an orange segment up to my mouth, but I didn’t once bite down on it.
Finally, the end of the day came. The drizzle had darkened during the day, and as I ran in the opposite direction to the clusters of students eagerly pushing towards the car park to leave the campus, I heard the roll of thunder somewhere far away.
As I reached the sports field, I broke into a full sprint. I took cover under the brightly coloured blue and yellow bleachers when I reached them, and tucked my small body under the stands. The rain sounded louder when I was beneath them, each droplet smacking against the plastic with the fury of an enraged fist.
I waited, and I twirled the ends of my hair around my fingers. I braided a plait into the rain-dampened curls, and then pulled my index finger through the centre of it, letting it unfurl and lie free against my chest once more.
I waited, but Skye never came.
Kathrena was breathless when I reached my truck, as though she’d only arrived moments before I had. She smoothed down her sleek black bob, her dark eyes glittering even in the dim light. The rain clouds were thick and oppressive; they clustered, dark grey and bloated, at the top of the sky, dribbling down onto colourless stretch below. The trees, bright oranges and bottle greens, looked stark against the pale grey backdrop of the sky.“Hey,” she said softly, as I slammed the truck door. I dumped my bag onto her lap, and she frowned at me. “Everything okay?”“Fine,” I spat, throwing the gear stick into reverse.She stilled, and then, with a sigh, turned to face the blur of trees speeding past the window. She brushed her bob across the brown patch of her exposed skin, hiding her face from view.I could feel phantom tears burning in my eyes, my throa
“Your – your what?” I gasped, the hot flurry of my anger peeling back as his words permeated through my skull.His leg began to jiggle, but when he caught me looking he ground it to a halt. His hand came up to scratch at the back of his neck, and his gaze dropped. “My mate,” he said, his voice scarcely above a whisper. “That’s – that’s what I wanted to talk to you about earlier. I’m sorry I didn’t show up.”I swallowed hastily, my canines retracting back into my mouth. I hoped that he hadn’t noticed my lapse in judgement; then again, he had said I was his mate. Surely, then, that meant he was admitting being a creature of the night – or, at the very least, something not entirely human.“Why didn’t you come?” I asked, unimpressed by how pathetic my voice sounded. Moments ago, I’d leapt from a second story b
I could hear Skye calling out for me, but I kept my eyes fixed on the pines and conifers as I ran. Eventually, I could no longer hear his footsteps or his cries, and I stumbled through the trees, reaching out for their ridged trunks to pull myself to a halt.My nightmate couldn’t be a werewolf, could he? I shook my head, desperately trying to clear my blurred vision. I’d responded to him with tenderness, and closeness; I’d shown him the beginnings of an emotional bond that I’d not been able to trust anyone with, even my adopted family, since my death four years ago. And now, suddenly, I was able to show a stranger such faith, such… love? I shook my head again, and, feeling my dress swilling around my legs, and the crunch of dead leaves beneath my bare feet, I gave myself over to my most primal urges.I needed to feed. That had to be it. I was confused; my guard was down. But I’d wanted to kiss hi
“Falmer?” I asked, very quietly.He was stood against the house, leaning back against the bricks. With his dark hair and all-black outfit, he blurred into the velvet cloak of the night. As I stepped closer, however, his sharp, crow-like features were clearly recognisable.“Ellis,” he said coolly, by way of greeting. His eyes were narrowed, no more than two dark slits dug into his face. Then his gaze dropped, and his eyes widened. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice softening.“Fine,” I said, though my thigh throbbed and the scratches down my arm ached. “I was thirsty,” I added, by way of an explanation. “I – there’s no more human blood. The donors left.” I knew I was rambling, as I often did when I needed to cover up something that wasn’t the entire truth. The more detail I could give, the more convincing I thought I was being.
I showered quickly, not wanting anybody else to see my bandaged arm and leg. The hot water and the lather of the strawberry scented shampoo wound upwards together, misting the room in a thick, heady steam. I let my eyes drift shut, massaging my scalp – luxuriating in a human sensation – and reluctantly rinsed myself off far sooner than I would have liked. I let my long, wavy hair dry naturally, falling about my shoulders as I peeled off the cling film and towelled off my body. I stepped into a pair of faded black denim dungarees, and added a sage green jumper underneath before I clipped it together over my shoulders. The jumper was partly for aesthetics, partly to keep up appearances, but mostly to hide my bandaged arm.I didn’t even have time for so much as a power nap. Though my lack of sleep didn’t show up on me as obviously as it would on a human, there was a still a hint of purple beneath my eyes, and my lips looked pale pink, rather than their usual cherry red. Enjoying the scen
I smoothed down the thighs of my dungarees, fidgeting uncomfortably in the corner of the room. I’d decided, at the last second, to wait in the doorway for Kathrena, so that the two of us could sit together. I was concerned that she hadn’t come to school with me today, and I’d found – to my utmost surprise – that I’d missed her.She seemed like she needed a friend at the moment. I’d always had Falmer to rely on, whereas Kathrena tended to keep to herself. Though she was open with Aradia and Ezrand, and, in fact, with the other Clan members, I didn’t think that there were any that she could call a close friend. She was open in all of the ways that I was not, but she seemed lonely. So I waited for her, my toe tapping in anticipation, in excitement, of finding out what the meeting was about.Besides, I thought, it was strange indeed that she’d missed school today. Kathrena had a neatly
“What is it?” Kathrena asked. To the uneducated observer, I was sure that she looked calm, relaxed. But I’d been watching her lately, and I caught the slightly pinched look of her skin, and the way her shoulders hoisted up to brush against the ends of her hair.I had to admit that I was equally worried. Kathrena and I both had secrets to keep, and we were the only two being held back. But Aradia smiled warmly at us both, and I felt my chest unclench as I met her gaze.“I think,” she began, her words spilling out slowly as she watched us closely for our reactions, “it would be worth us… loosening the rules regarding your relationships at school. The teenage mind – it can draw links between people and events, often in a ruthless way. I worry that in the unfortunate event of more attacks, the two of you might be singled out as newcomers, and as loners.”My heart leapt,
I waited anxiously throughout the whole period, but Skye never showed. And it was the same the next day, and the day after that. I waited, but Skye had disappeared. I felt as though it was my fault, but there were other, deeper feelings that scared me now. I worried that he was injured, that he was hurt. Then I’d loop back around to worrying that I had been the one to hurt him, emotionally, at least, and I spent the next few days in a searing panic, dancing from one ledge to the next, my toes scraping at their edges and sending shards of rock tumbling down the myriad of cliff faces.I let myself slip backwards instead, closing up the walls around me as I fell. I was hard, indestructible; I was surrounded by steel and by stone, and my barricades held firm. I let them down, just a little, when Kathrena, Falmer, or Rowan tried to talk to me. It wasn’t their fault that I’d hurt Skye, and in doing so I didn’t want to continue the pattern by hurting each of them in turn, too.I let time was
The week following the defeat of the demon had been surprisingly normal. Well – as normal as a week could be for two vampires, a witch, and a werewolf.I leant back against Skye, pressing my body against his. His arms slipped around my waist, and I snuggled closer. I could see the darkness swelling outside, scattering the stars and drawing away the purple haze of dusk.Skye had all but moved in to the Clan house, and, whilst most of his belongings were stashed in the spare bedroom upstairs, he slept and spent all of his time in my room.I’d dragged another chair up the staircase and lugged it into my room, so that we could share my desk – though very little homework ever got done, what with our constant teasing and moments where, despite the desk and my laptop, despite the mounds of assignments and text books, nothing but Skye and I existed. Those moments ended in kisses, always, and though I was
The large, red-brown wolf in front of me panted, its claws digging into empty earth. I stepped closer, one quivering hand outstretched. The rain splattered onto its fur, slicking it down as it turned its huge, golden eyes to look at me.There was a nudging glee between our bond, as though we were both too scared to accept that we’d done it. We hadn’t failed. We’d won.I held the wolf’s gaze. He gave me a nod, and his jaw hung open in a lopsided grin.It was raining. I’d made it rain.I couldn’t make sense of everything that was happening. My grip on the knife loosened, and it clattered to the floor. Then Skye was shifting in front of me, and, rain soaked and bloody, we fell into each other’s arms. All around us people were waking up, witches and vampires alike, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding. They were going to
“If you have the power to do that,” I said, yanking the blade out from under my skort, “why not just kill us all now?”Cythraul clucked his tongue. “And what would be the fun in that? The realm I’m from is nothing like your world, Ellis. This place has hope, and fear, and love, and loss. There is duality in all things. It is a privilege for me to be here, you see. I plan to enjoy it.”“So this is just a game to you?” I spat, raising the knife. I tried to keep my eyes on the demon, not wanting to see the lifeless bodies of my family all around us.“Of course,” he grinned. “Though I’m afraid your chances are perhaps bleaker than I’ve made out. Your little witch friend, the red head – she was wrong about that stone around your neck.” He nodded at it. “It doesn’t mean what she thinks. Her first guess was right &n
“You know?” I whispered. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed thickly, trying to wet my lips. Ice flooded my veins. We had lost. We had failed.He stepped out of the shadows, snakes of black mist pooling around his body as he moved. His smirk deepened, and I saw a flash of white teeth as he struggled to hold in his laughter.He looked, for the most part, human. His skin shone with a pearlescent lustre, but two dark horns protruded from his forehead and his eyes glowed red. He was tall – taller than any person I’d ever seen, be they vampire, human, witch, or wolf – and, as the fog parted, billowing away from his legs, I understood why.He had the upper body of a human, and the legs of a large goat. But, as I watched, they shifted and shimmered in the darkness, stars and sparkles of an indeterminable colour – too matte to shine like that, too black to be so bright; it was impossib
“I guess this is where I have to leave you,” I said, though I didn’t slide my hand out of Skye’s, or make any indication that I was planning on walking away from him. I was reluctant to leave him alone, even though I knew that his job was more likely to be safe than mine. That didn’t mean I wasn’t scared for him.“I guess so,” he echoed, though his clutch on my hand grew firmer.We’d agreed before that Skye should stay to protect the humans in the maze. With every second that we put off the inevitable, we were putting lives at risk. Our jaunt through the maze had been undertaken with the knowledge that we would likely be to first to arrive at the scene of any attacks – but there had been none, and, so far, it seemed as though the demon was planning on giving the maze a miss.The thought gripped me with fear, icy and unyielding, a frozen cage that constricted my
We had an hour to kill before the Clan were due to start their fight. I didn’t want to think that it might be my last, but try as I might, my barricades were struggling to stay in place. The two thuds played on a loop in my head, and I had to concentrate very hard to keep the images of David and Toby out of my mind.No. I couldn’t think like that. Tonight we would avenge David, and we would keep the rest of the town safe. We’d been lucky so far in that there had been only one casualty – there was something odd about that, I was sure, though I was grateful that was the case – but I didn’t want to put anyone else at risk.I took a deep breath. “Do you want to go through the maze?” I asked, turning to face Skye.He slipped his hand out of mine and rubbed it on the thigh of his jeans. “Sure.” He pulled a smile onto his lips, but it seemed that I wasn’t alone w
“Okay,” Molly said, clapping her hands together. “I think that’s everything.”“Finally,” Rowan muttered under her breath, and I had to stifle my laughter.It was the night of Halloween, and we were all milling around at the entrance to the maze. The committee had grown considerably since our meetings – we’d needed more volunteers to fill the maze, and there were parents, teenagers, friends and family stood beside us, all in costume. Molly had given out costuming guidelines before the event, much to the dismay of most of those participating, but even I had to admit that she’d done a good job with organising the maze and the activities within it.And, to my absolute delight, she’d made Skye come as a werewolf.“You’re just tall, and muscular, and you have all that hair,” she’d shrugged. “It makes perfect sen
Skye let out a tiny, defeated sigh, but then he pushed through his disappointment and stepped closer, peering into the window beside me. “Are you sure they haven’t just changed the display around?”“The display is the same.” I groaned, banging my head against his arm. We were being careful not to say what we were looking for out loud – there could be ears anywhere – but I’d been so pent up all day, so focused, and it felt as though our plan had fallen flat before we’d even had a chance to start.“Hey, don’t do that,” Skye murmured, prying my chin off his shoulder. “You almost went through a window yesterday.”I shrugged. “It’s pretty much healed now. But – thank you for being concerned. It’s sweet. I like that you forget what I am, sometimes.” I gave him a tiny smile, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead, rig
I’d thought that my classes had dragged today, but they had been nothing compared to the committee meeting that followed.Beneath the table, I linked my fingers with Skye’s. We were in the same dimly lit classroom as yesterday, and, though it was still light outside, the room was cast in shades of grey. Outside, most of the leaves had fallen from the trees, leaving behind gnarled and bony fingers stretching up into the white sky.“So,” Molly said, tapping her stubby index finger against the whiteboard, “we’ll put the tomb right in the centre of the maze, and then I’m guessing you two want to be the ones to jump out of the coffin?” She directed her gaze at Carys and June, who both nodded eagerly, before turning to grin at one another.“Awesome,” Carys said.“Where’s the centre going to be?” I asked, frowning. It looked close