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
I bit my cheek. Christopher told me nothing could pass through the enchantments unless they had a pure heart. That meant these pixilettes wouldn't hurt me, didn't it?I nodded at Arianna and closed my eyes.For what seemed like hours, I couldn't feel anything, only heard the occasional tinkling, which I now knew was the pixilettes laughing. I also smelled oregano.They are seasoning you and intend to eat you for dinner, I thought sourly. The sensation started to come back into my legs. It felt like pins and needles were doing a tap dance on my thighs. I wanted to rub them or shake them to get rid of the pain, but Arianna told me to hold still. Gritting my teeth, I stayed steady, and my mind drifted until I was someplace else. ***"Christopher Charming, get in here!" The voice sounded muffled.I looked down at myself and saw I was transparent, like mist. Reaching out to touch my arm, my fingers went right through me. Gasping, I swung in a circle, trying to figure out where I'd
Suddenly the magazine flew out of his hand with a thwack, followed by the sounds of voracious laughter. Christopher's shoulders tensed, and he turned."What's the big idea?" he asked, and I perceived his barely contained rage.The large guy in the middle stepped forward, the others flanking him. There were five. Even in ghost form, my heart started pounding in my throat, making it difficult to understand what was said, but I gathered they wanted a fight. That didn't seem fair, five against one. The leader shoved Christopher, causing his shoulder to smack against the magazine rack. He righted himself and adjusted his shirt. The muscles in his shoulders relaxed, and he smirked. I knew that smirk."You'll pay for that," Christopher said quietly.The leader's mouth dropped. "I doubt it, dickhead.""How about we step outside and find out." Christopher's tone was smooth, in control. Did he understand what was happening? Did he want to fight them?Christopher looked seventeen or eighte
A confused look clouded Christopher's features, but he nodded, and they all vanished into the night.I expected to be pulled along after him, but that didn't happen. My ghostly body remained near the blood. The vampire queen, the other two women - probably worker vampires - left. And I remained. Alone.For some reason, kusala and akusala, those strange words Christopher spoke to me last night, came to mind. Had those boys been evil, and the vampire queen good? Did she really save him? Sure, he still walked and talked and breathed. But at what cost? Had he become an empty shell? A plaything for the queen?Is that what I would become. No! I was more than what my body would become. Christopher was too. He cared about me, didn't he? Frustrated, I crossed my arms, wondering why I was still there. I was about to take my misty carcass back to Christopher's house when I noticed something familiar in Christopher's blood.The wooden bear he'd carved.Hovering so that my nose almost
"Make yourself useful and feed my cat," I said in mock irritation. He quirked a brow. "Just don't go in my room," I added. "Fine. No snooping." He playfully swatted my butt. "Hurry. The sooner you get there, the sooner you'll be back."I yelped my cheeks hot. "Dude." I left, running at lightning speed over to Professor Pops' house without tripping once.***When I knocked on the door to Professor Pops' house, Daniel answered immediately. "Bout time, Snow. Gabe's been chomping at the bit.""Gabe?" I asked. Fear raced through me. "I-I thought Dorian was training me today.""Change of plans. You better get down there.""Right, thanks, Daniel." I hurried, jogging down the stairs and past the Museum of the Supernatural, into the room filled with weapons. Gabe's angry gaze found mine and slammed my feet to a stop."Where were you?" he demanded."Hey, chill, bossy pants. I'm here now," I said, releasing some nervous energy.His expression softened. "Sorry. I was worried." He held the long
On the facing page was a full-color picture of a young man. He looked to be of Asian descent, with deep olive skin, black eyes, and long black hair. He posed regally in a navy-blue robe decorated with intricate designs. He seemed familiar. Something about the eyes. Under the picture was a caption: Kenmei Yamata."Kenmei," I murmured, and started to read aloud:"Before the time of man, vampires ruled the earth. They lived in harmony with all creatures, great and small: the trolls, and the goblins, the pixies, and the pixilettes. The dragons of the air and of the sea. "The griffin and the mermaid. The elf and the dwarf. "After a thousand years, one vampire rose up from the rest, her magic more potent than all others. She was beautiful, the most beautiful in the land."Creatures fell at her feet to worship her. She was also greedy, hungry for power, her heart filled with enmity for all. "She subjected others to her authority and became the vampire queen."But some resisted, and wa
"Dad. Vivianne. You're home." I wanted to rush over and hug my dad, but my stepmother's scowl held me in place. Where was Christopher? Had he heard them come home and left? I hoped so."Hi, Snow-Angel," Dad said slowly, clearing his throat. He looked good, more in shape, though he still dressed like an undercover TV cop - Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts, and socks with sandals. He was tan with natural blond streaks in his otherwise dark hair. His face crinkled near his eyes from smiling. He and my stepmother sat across the dining table from each other, dozens of bags piled between them. Apparently, there'd been shopping on their trip. Gatsby darted from under the table and wound around my legs, yowling for his dinner."Don't you feed him? He's too skinny," Vivianne said. She wore a pair of white shorts and a light blue tank. One tanned leg was crossed over the other, and her wedge-sandaled foot bounced rhythmically. She was a lot younger than my dad, closer to my age than his. Not