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Authors: Mari Mancusi

Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Historical, #Family, #Sisters, #Boarding schools, #Juvenile Fiction, #Young adult fiction, #Schools, #People & Places, #Vampires, #Twins, #Siblings, #Horror & Ghost Stories, #Girls & Women, #War Stories, #Military & Wars, #Fairies, #Switzerland, #War

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12

I wake the next morning back in my dorm room bed, totally and utterly starving. You’d think all that protein I drank the night before would stay with me for a bit, but evidently no such luck. I want more blood and I want it bad.

And I don’t know how the hell I’m going to get it.

Last night after ... feeding ... I left Corbin unconscious in the cave and went to find my sister and the other Alphas. Peter had run back to school to get the medics and when they all arrived at the clearing, about twenty minutes later, I brought them to the cave to help Corbin. I told them how a fairy had bitten him and he’d collapsed from blood loss. They accepted my story without much questioning and put him on a gurney to bring him back to the school infirmary. Guilt tore at my insides as I watched them pick up his limp, lifeless body and cart it away. What had I done? And more important, would he remember, when he woke up, that I’d done it to him?

I dodged the medics’ medical examination, insisting I was fine, and headed back to the dorm where I tossed and turned all night, wondering if Corbin would wake up and implicate me in his biting. I became convinced every sound outside my door was the headmistress coming to nano me for my sins. That I’d never again see the light of day.

But no one came and I eventually fell into a restless sleep, woken only by the birds’ incessant chirping this morning.

I look over at my sister’s bed and see that it’s empty. She’d been sound asleep when I returned to the dorm last night and had refused to acknowledge even my most excessive poking. I was dying to talk to her about what happened—to figure out how the fairies had found us—but she was too worn out so I let her sleep.

And now she’s gone. I’ll have to find her at lunch.

I rise from my bed—feeling stronger than I’ve felt in days—and glance into the nearby mirror. My skin is flush, my eyes are shiny, my lips are full and red. Even my little winglets have fluffed out prettily. Wow—I look awesome. I guess that’s no surprise, considering last night’s dinner.

Memories start flooding my brain and guilt slashes at my insides. I remember Corbin’s glazed eyes. His smooth neck. His lips on mine, kissing me without relent. What would Jareth think if he’d seen us together? I mean, he’d probably be happy in a way—that I’d finally given in and drunk real blood at long last. But the way it happened ...

Okay, let’s just come out and say it here. I cheated on my boyfriend. I made out with another guy. Even if he was just a midnight snack. That’s not how good girlfriends—blood mates—behave.

I shake my head. No, no, I can’t be thinking like a human here. This wasn’t some sexual thing. I didn’t want to sleep with him. I just needed to drink. And if I hadn’t seduced him first, he never would have let me do it. That’s why vampires have pheromones to begin with. It’s all very natural and normal and not something I should feel guilty about. If I hadn’t drunk, I would have, quite simply, died. And Jareth, I’m sure, would prefer me kissing a random guy rather than dying.

It was a self-preservation kiss, that’s all.

I touch a finger to my lips, still swollen from Corbin’s mouth.

A really good self-preservation kiss ...

I shake my head. It’s over. It’s done. Moving on. And Jareth never has to know. It’d just hurt him for no reason, right?

If only he were here ...

I close my eyes and picture my beautiful vampire boyfriend in my mind. Then, once I’ve got the image locked, I send out a cry for help. Sometimes I can reach him this way—one of my few vampire powers.

Problem is, I don’t know this thing’s reach. And Jareth is probably on the other side of the world. Can he hear me when I call? Unfortunately, because the sending only goes in one direction, I have no way to confirm it.

After trying a few times, I give up and get changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt. Slay School classes don’t stop just because of a near-death experience. This morning we have combat training, followed by afternoon classes on Slayer Inc. history and Vampire Slaying 201. I wonder if Corbin will be out there. I wonder how I’ll face him if he is.

It’s another cold day out on the training field. All the students huddling close together, blowing on their hands, desperate to get warm. Except the Alphas, of course, who hang out by their own personal space heater, a little ways down the field. As I approach, Mara sees me and waves me over. Grateful, I head in her direction, feeling the envious stares of other students burn into my back. I guess this is what it feels like to be popular. Weird.

“Hey, Rayne!” Leanna greets, putting a mittened hand on my arm and pulling me into their circle. The others throw me wan smiles, still looking stressed and nervous from the events of the night before. Several of them have cuts and bruises on their faces and probably other spots as well, underneath their long red robes. “How you holding up?”

“I’m great!” I burst out. “Just a little hungry!”

Wait, what?
I cover my hand with my mouth as the others look at me in confusion. I hadn’t meant to say that at all. I’d meant to play hurt, confused, scared. Why would I tell them I was great? Not to mention ... hungry ...

“Um, and scared,” I add quickly, because suddenly I am very scared. Scared of what these students would do if they knew the truth about what I really am and what I’d done to their friend. “How’s Corbin?”

“Still in the clinic,” Mara says sadly. “They say he lost a ton of blood from the fairy bite.” She shudders. “So awful. I can’t even imagine!”

Okay, so they bought the whole fairy bite thing. That’s good.

“Yeah, that fairy really ...” I start to say, then trail off, my words seeming to catch in my throat. I’m trying to say
that fairy really messed him up
. But for some reason, I can’t spit out the lie. “That fairy ...” I try again, ice suddenly swimming through my veins. Oh God, what’s wrong with me now?

“... completely effed him up,” finishes Peter helpfully. “No kidding.”

“Did you see it happen?” Varuka asks.

I swallow hard. “Y-yes,” I manage to say, then shut my mouth, forcing myself to stop talking after that. Because what I want to say, for some crazy reason, is that
I not only saw it, but I did it myself.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“I’m going to go visit him after practice,” I blurt out, trying desperately to figure out a way to change the subject. “To see how he’s doing.”

Luckily, Mr. Klaus picks that moment to blow his whistle and start class. Relieved, I take my spot on the field. Since Corbin’s out of service, Peter takes his place as my partner.

“So what really happened last night?” he asks, circling me, waving the stake dangerously in his hands. “Corbin told the powers that be that he got bit by a fairy and you dragged him off to safety.”

I try to nod. I really, really, REALLY try to nod my head. But instead I find myself shaking it into a no. I suddenly remember my fairy research. How some of the Sidhe—including me, evidently—are completely unable to tell a lie. Oh God, this is going to make things tough.

“No?” Peter cocks his head in question. “That’s not how it happened?” He jabs the stake in my direction, but I block it easily. He’s not half as good as Corbin in technique, thank goodness.

“I ... I ...”
Oh God, I have to figure out a way to say this right
. “A fairy attacked me. Then I saved him from his attack. We were both ... injured.”

There. That was technically true. Even though his injuries were, like, completely minor compared to what he suffered later at my hands—er, fangs.

“And then he was bit?” Peter presses. Luckily he doesn’t say “by a fairy” and I’m able to nod my head this time.

“I guess that’s what’s really bothering me,” he adds, “the whole fairy bite thing. After all, I’m minoring in fairy studies here at Riverdale. And I’ve never read anything about them drinking blood. They can have fangs, sure, but that’s mostly to suck the juice out of nectar-producing fruits ...”

“I ... don’t know,” I manage to spit out. “I don’t know too much about fairies.” Though I seem to be learning a little more by the second. Like, for example, the fact that they seem to find it completely impossible to lie.

“Come on, girls!” Mr. Klaus shouts. “This is not home ec. Take down your partner already!”

Peter makes his move, his foot connecting with my chest. However, his technique is poor and he’s not that strong. I manage to stay upright and grab his leg, pushing him backward ...

...
clear across the field!

Crap! I watch in horror as he sails through the air and lands on his butt, way, way too far down the field to rationally explain.
Did I do that?
I barely touched the guy. I glance around the field anxiously, but luckily no one seems to be paying too much attention.

No one except Peter, of course, who’s trying to get back to his feet, holding his butt in agony. I rush over to help him.

“Ugh. Sorry about that!” I cry, helping him up. He looks at me, a shocked expression on his face.

“Damn,” he says. “Corbin said you were good, but I had no idea ...” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re freaking Super-woman.”

I wince. “Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”
True!

Peter reaches around to brush off his backside, then turns back to me. “I think I’m about done for today,” he mumbles, then goes over to the coach. I can hear him, even from this far away, asking for a pass to the infirmary.

I can also hear the whispers of the other students as they sneak furtive glances in my direction. Great. In two days, I’ve sent two Alphas to the hospital. And this one I can’t even be held responsible for. I mean, I’m good, but I’m not that good. That’s like, vampire powers good. And you know I don’t have—

A thought strikes me with the force of a ten-ton truck. Vampire powers. What if they’re tied to drinking blood? What if, because I finally drank from a human, I’m able to tap into all the stuff I’ve been missing out on?

In fact, that makes perfect sense. Why Jareth was able to get his powers back shortly after he got the blood virus and I wasn’t. Maybe the key is in the blood. By drinking synthetic, I’ve been keeping myself down.

And if I have vampire powers ... and fairy powers, too ... Maybe, just maybe, I can figure out a super supernatural way to get my sister and me the hell out of Slay School.

A smile slowly spreads over my face. I’ve got to find Sunny!

13

Lunchtime seems to take forever to come, but finally I hear the church bells chime and I make a mad dash for the cafeteria, excited to tell Sunny what I’ve discovered. I bet she’s still freaking out about the night before. Scared, helpless, alone ...

Or ... talking animatedly to Lilli and Amber and Evelyn, a big smile on her face.

I cock my head in confusion. I expected to see shell-shocked, freaking out, maybe even a little comatose. Posttraumatic stressed to the max at the very least. After all, we did nearly lose our lives to evil fairies hell-bent on our abduction. But instead, my sister is beaming, looking as happy as if she’d just gotten crowned prom queen.

“Rayne!” she cries excitedly, patting the seat next to her. “Come sit with us!”

I walk over to their table, feeling completely confused, and take a seat. “How are you feeling, Sun?” I ask.

“I’m great!” she cries. “In fact, I just got promoted out of the kiddie class. No more twelve-year-olds for me! The teacher told me I’m so improved that I’ll be placed into your class starting tomorrow. Isn’t that awesome?”

“It’s a little weird, to be honest,” I say. Because I’m still feeling that no-lie thing hardcore. “How did you—”

“Oh my God! There’s Peter! He’s soooo cute!” Sunny interrupts excitedly. Everyone turns to look at the Alpha, who’s limping over to the head table to join the girls. He shoots me a dirty look and I turn away.

Sunny turns back to her friends. “He totally saved my life last night from the evil fairies who were trying to kill us,” she gushes. “Want to hear the story?”

Of course everyone does. And so I sit, completely baffled, as she starts recounting our night as if it were a really cool Michael Bay film.

What is wrong with her? She should have been scared out of her mind and yet she’s making it out to be some big adventure. Does she have any idea I almost lost my life in the fray? That I had to pretty much sell my soul to the devil to survive the experience? I guess she doesn’t, but still ... something about this is just not right.

“So then Peter jumps in front of the creature and ...”

And what’s with this Peter thing? Why is she suddenly fixated on the Alpha? I mean, just yesterday the girl couldn’t get out of bed because she missed her boyfriend so much. She can’t now suddenly be crushing on another guy, can she?

God, if so, Hamlet was right about the whole frailty your name is woman thing. Poor Magnus.

“And look at him now, all injured and stuff. All because he was protecting me,” Sunny says and her followers all sigh dreamily. “I’m going to go over there. Maybe a back massage will make him feel better.”

And without further ado, my sister leaps from the table, bounding over to the Alphas. She reaches around to cover Peter’s eyes in a “guess who” kind of way. He turns around, sees her, and starts laughing. Plopping herself down at the empty seat next to him, she starts rubbing his shoulders. I just shake my head in disbelief.

Who is this girl and what have they done with my sister?

My stomach growls, dragging my attention away from Sunny’s flirtation and back to my own much more worrisome problem. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the gnawing emptiness inside, growing by the minute. If only I hadn’t tried it once, I’m sure I could have staved it off a little longer. But now that I’ve had a taste—now that I know what I’m missing—I’m having a really hard time controlling my bloodlust.

Well, you’re going to have to wait. It’s not like there’s just a bunch of donors hanging around the slay school—

“Rayne! There you are. I’ve been searching everywhere for you!”

I look up to see Corbin standing in front of me, dressed all in black, save a white bandage at his neck. His hooded emerald eyes lock onto mine with unshielded desire. My mind flashes back to last night in the cave—my lips at his throat, sucking down his sweet, syrupy blood as he moans in ecstasy. My face flushes and my stomach flip-flops in memory.

Oh God, this is not good. I need to get up and walk away. Now. Before it’s too late.

Corbin holds out a hand. I find myself reaching out to take it. His skin is warm, inviting. He wraps his fingers around mine and pulls me to my feet.

“Come with me, Little Slayer,” he commands in a voice that leaves no room for argument.

And, against all my better judgment, I do as he says.

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