But what he really needed was human blood. In fact, he needed the city.
A small smile broke on his lips. That’s where he would take her, when all of this had died down. To Victoria, on the south coast of Vancouver Island, or the bigger Vancouver. It wasn’t so far from Athenea. In fact, any city in the first dimension would do, because the humans knew about vampires. Some were willing to be bitten; most would panic when they knew vampires were about. There was nothing like hysteria on a hunt.
He stopped, realizing his thoughts were straying to where they shouldn’t. She would be following him, if she was asleep. But he couldn’t stop his tongue from gliding over his lips in expectation, especially as he glimpsed the white flash of a tail amongst the trees to his right. Only a rabbit, but it would do. Without making a sound, he etched nearer to the creature, which was completely oblivious to the predator until the light from the moon, creeping between the pines, was blocked by a large shadow. Startled, it kicked at the earth with its hind legs, making to run. But the cloaked figure stooped down and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck before it could get far.
There was a snap. Might as well be merciful.
I woke up in a cold sweat, half-naked on top of the sheets, patting the bedside table with my hand until I found the lamp.
Will I ever get used to the killing? I thought, struggling to shrug the dream off. I doubted it. I knew it was possible to not kill to drink, but it still felt like I was betraying my vegetarianism. As to drinking from a human … well, that was plain cannibalism. He could take me to every city in the world and I would not kill a human.
Yet you are worried about controlling yourself, my voice added. And you have no qualms about drinking donor blood. What is so different about drinking from a human?
I didn’t answer the voice. What was I meant to say? It had a point and it knew it. They were all questions that would be answered when I turned anyway.
I threw myself out the bed and scampered across the room to grab a pair of socks. The floors were always so cold here. Icy, icy cold. They will feel warm to me when I turn. So will Kaspar. Will I miss that?
Knowing there was no way I would sleep now, I turned and started to make my way through the darkness – the lamp only lit the one side of the room. But as I neared the opposite wall, my feet tangled in something and I stumbled, hopping along like my laces were tied together.
It was my coat, dumped on the floor the previous morning when I had rushed back in. I shook my head, pulling the sweaty T-shirt I had changed out of away from it and dumping both on the bed. As I did, the magazine that Autumn had given me fell out. I scowled at the faces beaming up at me, all dressed in black tie. It’s all right for some. But my curiosity burnt and I picked it up, examining the photos. I could pick out the vampires, gaunt and drawn; and the Sage, their scars bright and obvious across their right sides. But then there were others. They could all pass for humans at a glance, but there was something different about them. Their eyes were too colourful, or too large; their cheekbones too pronounced or their hair too fair; their was something ominous about the black ribbon tied around the arm of one girl and something wild about the eyes of another; and tucked in the hair of almost every girl was a black rose with white leaves – Death’s Touch.
I shuddered and rolled it up, deciding I would read it downstairs. Flicking the lamp off and feeling my way towards the door, I managed to get out without hitting anything else. In the entrance hall, I settled myself a few steps from the bottom of the staircase, leaning against the banister and working my way through the magazine, page by page.
Sage, vampires, the Damned, wolves, shifters, … other creatures with names in Latin that I couldn’t pronounce; all with grand titles like Lady or Duchess, Earl or Elder; all clothed in dresses with trains and ladies in tow, or suits with cumber bands and ties, inscriptions below each of the photos stating who it was, what event, when … all there, laid out like a fairytale concealed in gossip columns, agony aunts and articles featuring the latest trends in formal wear. I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so worked up about what was to come.
My thoughts wandered to the humans of the other dimensions. From what I could discern from my dream, they knew about all of this. What do they think of vampires? Are they accepting? What would happen if the humans of this dimension found out? But at the end of the day, vampires were predators and the humans of this dimension could never know about their existence – they caused enough panic in other dimensions and they didn’t even live there.
The weight on my shoulders grew heavier. I was a Heroine, but I barely even knew what that entailed and to top that off, I barely knew anything about the dimensions, and this was a world I was about to become part of.
On the bright side, my voice chirped in a tone so cheery I would slap it if I could; you get to see your father soon. That didn’t seem like such a bright side. It just filled me with dread and mounting anxiety. I hadn’t seen him in – I paused, counting the weeks back – three and a half months. I had changed. Will he approve of what I am? I mentally slapped myself. Of course he wouldn’t approve.
I was yanked from my thoughts by the sound of the doors being pulled open by one of the butlers. Kaspar entered, his cloak wrapped in his arms, nodding his thanks to the butler who glanced in my direction and promptly disappeared down a servant’s corridor.
Kaspar’s gaze followed the butler’s and he frowned. ‘What are you doing up so late?’
‘Sleeping wasn’t really working out for me,’ I admitted.
He bit his lower lip. ‘I tried not to think of your father and all of that, but I can’t help it.’
I shook my head and half raised and then lowered my shoulders. ‘Don’t worry about it.’ I patted the step beside me and he came and sat down, slinging the cloak over the banister. ‘Is this what it’s like, being a vampire? In each other’s heads all the time?’
He smiled. ‘Not really. We keep ourselves to ourselves.’ He picked the open magazine up off my lap and flicked through it. ‘You shouldn’t read this stuff. It’s just a load of gossip and crap.’
I took it back, a little annoyed. ‘I was just curious about the dimensions. Autumn gave it to me.’
He sighed, resting his forearms on his knees. ‘You can see what the other dimensions are like for yourself when we get to Athenea.’
‘I’d like to have some idea what the world I’m joining is like, you know,’ I muttered and he chuckled as I pouted.
He picked the magazine up again and flicked to the back page, holding it up and arching an eyebrow. ‘And Aunt Agatha is going to do that, is she?’
I shrugged, as if to say ‘why not?’ ‘Besides, I’ve been thinking,’ I murmured.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, until my side completely rested up against his. ‘Thinking about what?’ he asked, the corners of his mouth upturned into a smirk as though the idea of me thinking was amusing.
I took a deep breath. ‘About what your father said earlier. About turning.’
He froze. ‘Oh,’ he breathed.
‘You’ll turn me, won’t you? I don’t think I can face it if it’s not you.’ I entwined my fingers with his and looked up at him, my eyes wide and pleading as I felt a few tears prick their corners. When he didn’t answer I lowered them back to the marble of the staircase. ‘It’s crazy, this. I feel like I’m betraying everything. My vegetarianism, my humanity, my family …’
That’s because you are, my voice sneered, so callous, and I felt a tear slide down my face.
Kaspar reached up and brushed his thumb across my cheek, catching my tears. ‘Name your night, Girly,’ he whispered.
I pulled my hand out of his grasp, tugging the Queen’s locket out from beneath my shirt and letting it rest on my palm. I could feel the weight of her legacy just by holding it. She had died so I would sit here, in her son’s arms. So had Greg. My whole life had just been leading to this moment. I closed my eyes, letting the pendant fall back aga
inst my breasts.
I had promised my father I would not turn. But I had no choice. I never had any choice.
‘Two nights from now,’ I muttered, shivering. Deciding on a date cemented it. It was happening.
‘It doesn’t have to be so soon,’ he murmured back, rubbing his thumb in circles across my hand, which he had taken in his again. ‘You have two weeks before we go to Athenea, remember?’
I pressed the back of my fingers to my lips to hide the fact they were quivering as I fought back a flood of tears. ‘I know. But I’ll lose my nerve if I don’t do it soon and I want to be in control of the thirst in Athenea.’
‘You will be,’ he reassured, wrapping his arm around my waist. ‘It’s not so hard, I promise. But do you think it’s a good idea to turn so soon after your father is captur—’ He stopped mid-sentence. ‘I mean, so soon after he arrives?’
I let my head fall against his shoulder, appreciative of the fact he had corrected himself. ‘I don’t know. He can’t do anything, can he? He’ll just have to deal with it, I guess.’ I sighed and asked a question that had been bugging me all evening. ‘Is it wrong than I’m nervous about seeing my own father?’
‘You are?’ Out of the corner of my eye I could see him cocking his head, looking puzzled.
‘You seem surprised.’
‘I just thought you would be happy. Isn’t this what you have wanted all along?’
I frowned. ‘It was at first. I was scared and homesick and I hated you all. No offence,’ I added, catching sight of his affronted expression. ‘I had just seen you murder thirty men, after all. But at some point that changed. I don’t know when. I just stopped missing my family and I stopped thinking of Trafalgar Square as murder and I stopped …’ I trailed off as he leaned in, tilting his head to the side and pausing just short of my lips.
‘Stopped what?’ he asked, his voice so low I only just heard him.
My breath caught. ‘Stopped hating you,’ I replied and without hesitating, he pressed his lips to mine. It was only brief, but it was like kissing cool metal – I could taste the blood of the rabbit on his lips and I pulled away, shocked at the fact I liked it. He lowered his eyes but I raised his chin with a single finger, meeting his eyes, so bright and vivid, worthy of the most precious stones.
‘On August 28th, eighteen years ago, you first heard your voice, didn’t you?’
He inhaled sharply, his eyes wide. ‘How the hell do you know that?’
I tried to smile, but I only managed to grimace. ‘Autumn told me because I have a voice too. And I first heard it in Trafalgar Square.’
‘My God,’ he mouthed, running a hand down the back of his head, ruffling his already messy hair.
I nodded. ‘The night I was born, you hear your voice. The night I meet you, I hear my voice. When I get here, I start following you in my dreams. If your mother had never died, you never would have killed the hunters in Trafalgar Square and I never would have ended up here. You should have killed me that night. But you didn’t. You’ve saved me god knows how many times after that. Is that why we’re tied? What does it even mean to be tied? I just don’t get it. I don’t get any of it.’ I slumped against him, frustrated that voicing what I did know and did understand wasn’t solving anything. Why me? What do I have to do?
He sat listening with a polite but detached expression, staring past me to the closed doors to the ballroom. I followed his gaze until my eyes rested on the black veins that ran through the white marble, thicker there than anywhere else.
‘We’re in a chess game,’ he muttered. ‘But we’re not in control. We are just the pieces.’ His voice trembled and a chill ran up my spine, like a ghost had passed through me.
‘Then who is in control?’
‘Fate. Time. Things we don’t know about,’ he whispered. ‘We’re not meant to understand any of it. So don’t try and make sense of it. Just play along.’
‘You make it sound like they are actual people or something.’
He shrugged, pulling me towards him as he stretched out his legs on the stairs, tugging my leg until I straddled his thighs, facing him, knees resting on the cool marble of the step below the one he was sitting on. He wrapped his arms around my lower back, his hands slipping just below the waistband of my jeans and tracing patterns along the elastic of my knickers. I felt a blush rush to my cheeks and my heart pick up.
‘I’ve been thinking too,’ he said and I could see his tongue running itself across the tip of his fangs as his lips parted. ‘The Athenean court is a lot stricter than here. Morally stricter.’
I shook my head, not following his meaning. ‘So? I can be good.’
It was his turn to shake his head. ‘They have a different definition of good. Lots of things are considered scandalous that we consider normal.’
‘Like?’
‘Like … like how two people can’t be publicly affectionate or sleep together unless they are officially courting. So, considering that, I thought that maybe, after things have settled down obviously, because there will be a lot of attention from the press if we’re together, well, maybe … only if you want, obviously—’
I cut him off with a wave of my hand as the irises of his eyes were tinged with a pale pink. I half-laughed, half-smirked, and he pouted.
‘Don’t smirk, you’ll turn into me.’
‘This is too good not to smirk,’ I breathed, breaking into an even wider grin. ‘Kaspar Varn, are you asking me out?’
He grimaced and his eyes became an even darker shade of pink. ‘I think we have skipped the dating stage, so I was more thinking girlfriend. But we don’t have to publicly announce it right away, maybe around Christmas time—’
I cut him off again by placing my hand over his mouth and shifting forward in his lap, using my other hand to push him onto his back. I followed him, hovering just above.
‘In a relationship with the daughter of the man who ordered your mother’s death. How controversial.’
‘In a relationship with a girl I’m tied to. How sensible. In fact, how responsible,’ he replied, chuckling. I joined in. But my laughter turned to a muffled squeak as he pressed his hand to my mouth and started to roll over, the hand behind my back cushioning me as I rolled onto the steps. He appeared above me and brushed a few strands of my fringe out of my eyes. ‘In a relationship with a girl I would have been an idiot to let go yesterday. A girl who breathed life into this place. A girl who made me feel again. How natural.’
My heart clenched and my eyes stung as a thousand different emotions hit me in one wave, overpowering the fear, the uncertainty and the anger at him for the previous morning. It was a mixture of emotion I recognized, but hadn’t felt in a long time. And this was stronger. It was real. It was palatable: it tasted metallic as he pressed his lips to mine a second time. It was cold too as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he tried to press his entire body to mine; and as his hand slipped under my T-shirt, it was a jolt of desire.
He pulled away, his smile fading as he cupped my cheek.
‘Girly, I—’
‘Sorry, was I interrupting something?’
I sat upright as quickly as Kaspar rolled off me, flushing beetroot red as the doors closed behind Henry, who stood frozen and watching us, blushing too.
‘No, not at all,’ Kaspar said in his usual smooth tone, trying to discretely pull my T-shirt back down over my exposed hip.
Henry nodded, but looked sceptical. ‘You should probably get some rest,’ he said, looking at me. ‘Tomorrow will not be easy.’
I nodded and began to clamber to my feet, reality feeling as though it was tumbling down to crush my shoulders once more. Kaspar stood up too, taking my hand and pulling me close enough to peck me on the cheek.
‘Try not to worry,’ he murmured, before giving me a little push up the stairs. As I neared the top he joined Henry at the bottom and both started talking in undertones, heading towards the main downstairs corridor.
Rest? How the hell am I going to
rest? I thought. But to my surprise, as soon as my head hit the pillow my eyes became heavy and I fell asleep within minutes, head full of images of Kaspar and twisted dreams of everything that could go wrong the next day.
SIXTY
Violet
The following morning was grey but dry. A strong breeze had whipped up and as I perched on the bottom of the staircase, jumping at the smallest of noises, the cold wind kept rushing through the open doors, stirring my hair and making the hairs on my arms stand up.
My hair was washed and I had attempted to put make-up on, but my hands had been shaking so much that applying eyeliner was just too much of a chore, so I had given up. I wore a fresh buttoned black shirt and a pair of boot-cut jeans, both laid out for me first thing. I haven’t worn boot-cut for years, I thought. If ever. I had been wearing shoes too, but Eaglen had told me to take them off because he didn’t want anyone getting the idea I was going anywhere. Anyone. We all knew who that referred to. But all in all, I looked more presentable that I had done in weeks. I was pretty sure that was due to the fact they didn’t want ‘anyone’ getting the idea I had been mistreated.
But I could look like the best turned-out princess – the irony – and it wouldn’t improve how I felt. Sick. Waiting, just waiting, was more nerve-racking than Ad Infinitum had ever been. In fact, it was worse than getting my exam results and I had thrown up that day.
I glanced at the face of Kaspar’s watch: 12.40 p.m. The Sage, just thirty in total, would have taken out the rogues and slayers on the south side by now. I had heard Henry, heading out that morning, murmuring to Eaglen who was going towards the north side that he didn’t hold out much hope of ‘just immobilizing’ them. Blood will be shed.
‘Are you all right?’ Kaspar asked, sitting beside me on the same step as the night before. He wore a black shirt as always, but today it was tucked in and buttoned up. He had even combed his hair. Mute for several hours now, I just nodded. ‘Not long now,’ he said, stretching his legs out. I was stiff too, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.