All Chapters of Marked: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

My heart soared as Caleb and I flew over miles of dark woods as we crossed Martha’s Vineyard, heading into the late afternoon sun. I marveled at how big the island was. I had imagined it to be a small place, but as I looked down, I realized that it was massive. The Aquinnah cliffs, where we were heading, were on the far corner of the island, all the way on the other side. Even flying at Caleb’s speed, it would take a while.Caleb didn’t like to fly if other people were around, as he never wanted to draw undue attention to him or to the race. But the island was so deserted this time of year, that he had no qualms about flying us from one side to the other, especially over a patch of woods.My mind spun as I thought of the whaling church, and of the latest clue we’d found. It was not at all what I’d expected. I had guessed it might be another key. Instead, we’d found a scroll—a brittle, yellowing parchment, and torn in half, right down the middle. It had been obvious, from first glanc

I found myself thinking of Caleb’s piano playing, of how beautiful the music had been. Its notes rang in my ears.“I didn’t know you could play the piano,” I said softly.He sighed. “It’s been many years. I’m afraid I didn’t do the piece justice. You should’ve heard Ludwig play it.”I looked at him, shocked. “Do you mean Ludwig…as in Beethoven?” I asked, dumbfounded.He nodded.“You heard Beethoven play that? Personally?”“Yes,” he said. “Towards the end of his life.”I was flabbergasted. It shocked me to consider what he must have seen.“So, then…you met him?” I asked.“Yes,” Caleb said. “He was a close friend. He was one of us.”“A vampire?” I asked, shocked.Caleb simply nodded.I wanted to know more—I wanted to know everything—but I could see that Caleb didn’t want to talk about it. Whatever had happened, it held deep feelings for him.“It must be so incredible to have met people like that. To remember things like that,” I said.“Sometimes,” he said. “More often, it’s

{SAM’S POV}The man was an internet predator. A pedophile. Luring people in on Facebook. Fishing for different kids. Waiting for someone to come along like Sam, someone desperate, just eager enough to be willing to believe this might be his dad.The man was quick. Before Samantha could react, he had grabbed a large kitchen knife, darted across the room, and grabbed Sam in a chokehold from behind. He held the huge knife tightly against Sam’s throat, pushing into it hard enough to almost draw blood.Sam’s eyes watered over in shock and pain.“Make a move, and he’s dead,” the man said to Samantha, in a fierce voice.This was an interesting situation for Samantha. Given that this man was not Sam’s father, she had no more business here, and was just wasting her time. She could just walk out and let Sam die. It wouldn’t make a difference. This was the only lead he’d had, and now Sam was useless to her.But there was something that made her hesitate. A spark of something she was start

There, in the far corner of the cave, high up, was an indent in the wall, almost in the shape of a cross. It looked surreal, unnatural. They had only seen it because of the full moon, and because the fire had burned so strongly. Otherwise, no one could have ever come across this. It was small. And if it hadn’t had been for his keen eye, it would have been easily missed.I reached up, and scraped away stone and dirt. As I did, the shape became clearer. It was indeed a tiny indent. In the shape of a key.I reached into my pocket, and extracted the key the small key to the Vincent house. I held it up and looked at Caleb. He nodded back.I slipped it inside, and it fit perfectly.We looked at each other, dumbfounded.I turned the key, and it clicked. A small compartment opened in the wall of the rock.I reached in and extracted it. It was a scroll. Torn in half.We both looked at each other, speechless. It was the second half of the scroll.I reached into my pocket and took out my

As I stood on the ferry, holding the railing, the water moving quickly below, Rose tucked into my jacket and Caleb beside me, I looked out at the horizon. I couldn’t see land, but I knew it would be coming soon.A part of me wished I would never see land. As long as we were out at sea, surrounded by blue, things would remain the same. Caleb and I would still be together. But when I spotted the first sign of land, I knew that life would begin, inexorably, to change. Once we reached land, we would be drawn, like a magnet, right into the heart of Boston, onto the Freedom Trail. I just knew that this would be the final stop in our search. I could feel it. And that terrified me.Apparently Caleb was nervous, too. I looked over and saw him clutching the railing, looking out, and I could see the worry etched in his face. I was beginning to recognize his facial expressions, and I knew that this was not one he wore often. I could see that it was not from his fear of water. It was something e