"Always desperate to save others, but not this time." Dorian's voice was soft, and I knew it was because he was bleeding out. Dying. "No, please," I begged. He shook his head, forcing a smile. "Can I kiss you?"I closed my eyes, wishing this was all just a dream. "Anything," I said. If only he would go. I couldn't watch him die.The blade went into his back, that damned noise making me want to throw up. "I love you, Snow White. Always have and always will." He gently pressed his lips to mine and moved them tenderly.The blade went in again. And he caught his breath.I cried out, kissing him back with all the gratitude and love in my heart. For all the years he cared for me without ever asking me to reciprocate. Images of each time he was there and loved me unconditionally flashed through my mind.The night I told Professor Pops, the brothers, and Kenmei, I never wanted to see them again. I awakened with my mother's blanket over me. At the time, I hadn't realized who had done it.
I looked at Cindy and then at Gabe before closing my eyes. "I couldn't save him," I said in a voice that wasn't my own. "I tried. I did. Kenmei said, use love. I swear, I tried."Gabe knelt on the other side. "Who?""Dorian," I whispered. "He protected me, all of us, but he's gone. I don't know where." The words came out choppy and garbled, but I couldn't make myself stop crying."It's okay. You're okay," he said, but I heard the anguish in his voice. Cindy pulled me into a hug. "It isn't your fault, Snow."But that wasn't true. It was my fault.I thought of dying. Would there be rest? Could I shut out the agony? The way Dorian looked at me. His kiss. What he did. Saved me. Saved us all. Abernathy's words to Dorian rang in my mind: "Very few have the capacity to love like you.""Where could he be?" I wailed."Let's get her out of here," Gabe said to Cindy, and I felt his hands pull me into his arms."My mom?" I asked as they pulled me from the rubble."She's alive. They brought her
"Home is where your heart can flourish." My mom used to say those words to me when I was a child. As Abernathy circled Professor Pops' sprawling mansion, my heart clenched. After I told Professor Pops and the brothers what happened with Dorian, would they continue to let this be my home?From the air, I made out the little cottage-type house I lived in with my mom and dad, and then my dad and stepmother. Happy memories sprang to mind. Like the times my mom would bake cookies while she hummed the latest popular song. Or when she would let me help her plant flowers in the spring and fall. The house where I grew up was minuscule compared to Professor Pops' extensive grounds and house. Through the dark, I was able to distinguish the tennis court and putting green. Behind the mansion, which seemed somehow larger from the sky, lay a sculpted, manicured lawn, and a rectangular pool - lit and giving off a cyan glow.If I hadn't left my mother in captivity in Mizu and Dorian dead, I would
When I was sure Christopher was gone, I hurried back to Abernathy. He smacked his lips and opened one eye. "Awww, young love." He paused. "We both know it isn't real." I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. It wasn't his place to say anything. After Dorian's kiss - the love that had surrounded me, filled me - I knew the dragon was right. But Dorian was dead. "Love is dense," Abernathy continued.I snorted; grateful I could jump on his unusually lousy comment. "That's romantic."A laugh resounded in his throat. "What I mean is, real love, is more than what you see, what you feel, in the moment.""Really?" I asked with thick sarcasm, but I was interested. It wasn't like I ever had someone to talk to about love."Certainly," he said with a wink. "Think about a lush forest, rich with all manner of foliage. A person could spend eons discovering its secrets and still not find them all. It's the same with love. True love, anyway." He gave me a pointed look. "Deep, abiding love is discove
"Kenmei," I whispered, bewildered. "What happened to Abernathy?""Take my hand," he insisted.I shook my head. "Where's the dragon?" Had Kenmei killed him? Was everything the vampire queen said about him right? Was Kenmei evil?"Shiryo-san, it's me," he said and crouched, so we were level. His eyes flashed, and the endlessness that was in Kenmei's eyes vanished. Instead, his eyes glowed amber.Abernathy's eyes."That's impossible.""Not impossible. Let me show you." He held out his hand again. Nervously I took it, and he pulled me to my feet."Does Pro - Adam Henry know?" I asked, searching his face, trying to see Abernathy in there. Even though the dragon was a hundred times my size, I felt more at ease with him than I ever felt with Kenmei."Yes, he knows. After so many years, how could he not? Even the vampire queen knows."I raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?" And then I understood. The vampire queen had bitten him, changed him. He was the first hunter. She tasted his blood, probably
"I'm not kidding. Even now, I can remember the love that beat in their tiny hearts for her."I saw the look on his face and knew he wasn't. Even I sort of loved her now. Her words swayed in my head and filled my heart. "Does she possess magic?" I asked, shocked I could be twitterpated after a few seconds of hearing her sing."Yes, Shiryo-san. Aurora was the first enchantress, though she didn't know it. Her song bewitched all who heard her but not to the extent that I lost control of myself. Her magic awoke my amorous feelings, and I wanted to experience them. With her. So, I took on this form and became Kenmei.""Did it work?" I asked, surprised. "Did she love you back?"His brow furrowed, and pain changed his expression."I'm sorry," I said.He cleared his throat. "Don't be. Though she didn't return my love, we became great friends. Even after she married, we often visited together. I taught her how to use her magic. And she assisted in creating the book your friend Cindy keeps. The E
I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, put my long hair in a ponytail, dressed in jeans and a red tee-shirt, and put on my red Converse. When I finished, I went to the bed and stared at the star on the floor beside it. I was still a teenager, still not a high school graduate, yet none of it mattered. I had a plan. It was simple. Find a way into Sharra. Speak to the vampire queen, and if she wouldn't listen, destroy her with the Seal. Once that was finished, if I was still alive, I would have Abernathy take me to Mizu, where I would rescue my mother and bring her home. She and I could live in the little house next door. The one I grew up in. It would be perfect, and everything else, including school and life, would fall into place.Gatsby climbed on my lap. I scratched behind his ears. "I'm going to fix it. Promise." The cat purred in response before jumping off the bed and leaving the room.Taking a deep breath, I followed him until I reached the kitchen. There, I opened cabinets an
At the castle gates, I said goodbye to Ryden. With as much confidence as I could muster, I used the Seal to melt the wrought iron portcullis before stepping through. I expected to see guards or be rushed by Sharra's drone vampires. But there wasn't a single living creature around. With each step, I realized there wasn't a sound except the clop of my Converse on the cobblestone walk. It was eerie, and I steeled myself for whatever came next.When I reached the large front entrance, I thought of knocking, but pushed that aside and I threw open the doors. Sharra stood in the entryway, waiting for me. "How lovely of you to come, Snow White. Although, if you had any manners, you would've knocked." "I guess I don't have any," I said, trying to sound tough. Nervous jitters fluttered inside my stomach. I took my stance, my feet apart and my shoulders squared. My hands were at my sides, poised to strike if necessary. Sharra didn't move, almost like she was made of stone. It was like one of