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Authors: Michael Griffo

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“Get away from me!” David screamed. “Don't come any closer!”
David rose from the chair too quickly, and he felt light-headed. He stumbled and had to hold on to the fireplace mantel for support.
This is insane! I am more powerful than she is!
David shouted to himself. That might have been true, but Rhoswen had a distinct advantage over David: She wasn't crippled by her own guilt.
“Are you feeling remorse, brother?” Rhoswen asked. “Are you feeling guilty for killing me like a coward, stabbing me in the back in exchange for becoming a creature of the night?”
Racing toward the door, David didn't care how cowardly he appeared. He wanted to leave the room; he needed to escape, breathe fresh, uncontaminated air, but Rhoswen was not going to allow her reunion to be cut short. Just as David reached Ruby's motionless body, the door slammed shut. The last things he saw before the door closed were Zachariel's red, flaming eyes staring at him, filled with utter disappointment. When he turned around he saw Rhoswen holding the book with the marble rose on it, her blind eyes looking at him the same way they used to when she was alive, filled with hope.
It was too much to bear. Over the centuries David had pushed the memory of his sister from his mind, altered the way his brain remembered things to convince himself that he was an only child and had become a vampire without sacrificing the life of the only person he had ever loved. With Rhoswen standing before him he could no longer hide from the truth. “What do you want from me?” David begged, his voice breaking like a scared child's.
The only sound in the room was the crackling fire. It filled up the space while Rhoswen decided how she wanted to answer her brother's question. Did she want revenge or did she want comfort? It was such a difficult decision to make.
“For now, Dahey,” she said, holding out the book to him, “I want you to read to me like you used to.”
Vision after vision bombarded David's mind, all of them the same, all of him sitting in a chair, reading to Rhoswen. In every memory her head gently rested on his knee, her blind eyes staring into nothingness as her mind conjured up images of the stories David told her. Looking at Rhoswen now as she sat on the floor next to his chair and held her favorite book in her hands made David feel both ashamed and exhilarated. It was both his greatest fear and his greatest wish come true.
“Read to me like you did in the place that you now call St. Joshua's,” Rhoswen said. “Where I let the white roses bloom in honor and remembrance of my name.”
David took the book from her, and his hands were remarkably steady; it was a positive omen. Rhoswen's return did not have to mean misfortune; it could mean a chance to reconnect with his long lost sibling. Yes! Maybe all he needed to do was read her one story and she would leave and they would both have closure, both be able to move on. Maybe he would then be able to look at the white roses that grew outside of St. Joshua's and not be haunted by Rhoswen's memory. Maybe he could see them as a happy reminder of the blind girl whose only happiness in life had been hearing her brother read stories to her.
“Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess,” David said, his voice tentative as he read the opening line of Rhoswen's favorite story. He felt her head lying on his knee, and he could sense her delight at being in his presence once again after so many years. Three centuries later and she was still a child, still his sister, still his Rhoswen. He was so moved that the words of the next sentence caught in his throat, and he had to swallow hard in order to speak. And he was so lost in the wonder of the present and the familiarity of the past that he didn't notice Michael and Ronan looking into his office from the open window.
He didn't see their stunned expressions. He didn't know that they had overheard him and Rhoswen speak and had uncovered his greatest secret: that David was far from all-powerful, far from indestructible; he was vulnerable and weak. As Michael and Ronan held on to each other, unable to tear themselves away from the unbelievable sight, they both knew that at some point very soon they were going to use the information they had learned about David to their advantage.
Looks like Phaedra and Rhoswen were both right,
Michael realized. The next time David and his army attacked them, death would surely follow. And now that Michael knew David was a fraud, there was absolutely no reason for him to be afraid.
chapter 24
Outside, the earth was alive. Anticipation hung in the air, as vibrant and as lush as the landscape.
The end of May was always a lively time at Double A. The end of the school year meant that the students were frantically studying for final exams and preparing for their summer vacations. The end of spring always meant that the campus grounds were in full bloom and brimming with a jumble of colors and smells. But this year the school was crackling with more excitement than ever before. The euphoria of hosting the National Swim Team Competition, the unofficial start of the Tri-Centennial Celebration, was about to be realized; the day had finally arrived. For some it had arrived earlier than expected.
“When I signed up for this experiment, I didn't think we'd have to be here at the crack of bloody dawn,” Saoirse said, finishing off her protest with a yawn.
“Blame Blakeley,” Ciaran replied, checking his bag for the third time to make sure that he had brought an extra syringe and backup test tubes. “Yesterday he called for an early morning warm-up session before the first race starts this afternoon.”
“Why'd we have to wait until today, anyway?” Saoirse asked.
“I thought it would be symbolic,” Ciaran replied.
“Now you want to be symbolic
and
scientific?” Saoirse questioned as she tossed her towel next to her backpack and shivered. Despite the early morning sun that was pouring into St. Sebastian's, the room was still chilly, and her bikini didn't offer much warmth. “I should be under my covers, Ciaran.”
“You should be under the water,” he corrected. “Now get in before the rest of the team starts to show up.”
Standing on the top rung of the ladder attached to the side of the pool, Saoirse paused, her left foot dangling in the air an inch above the water. “Hold on, boyo! Wasn't that one of your selling points?” she asked. “So maybe a certain ex-boyfriend might see me in my cracking outfit?”
Oh yeah, right. Remembering that he had mentioned her participation might result in Morgandy's getting a glimpse of Saoirse like he'd never seen before, Ciaran backpedaled. “Um, yeah, but later, you know? When we're finished.”
“Was Albert Einstein a liar too?” Saoirse asked, descending into the pool.
Ciaran had no idea. The only thing he knew for certain was that he was running out of time if he wanted to keep using the gym as his own private annex lab. “Take a few breaths, then a really deep one, and go under,” Ciaran said, holding a stopwatch. “Stay down for as long as you can.”
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, wait. “Is there any reason why we couldn't have done this in my bathtub?” Saoirse asked. “The water would've been a lot warmer.”
Looking as if someone had presented him with an explanation as to how and precisely when the universe had been created, Ciaran replied meekly, “Oh I hadn't even thought of that.”
Just before she took one last gulp of air and disappeared underwater, Saoirse snipped, “Guess you and Mr. Einstein have nothing in common after all.”
Alone, Ciaran watched the long hand on the stopwatch click, click, click as it traveled from one number to the next. One minute. One minute, ten seconds. Eleven, twelve, and then they were no longer alone.
The noise spilled out into the gym from the locker room before the three boys did. “You wanted to be one of Them all along!” Ronan shouted. “Well, you got your bloody wish!”
“I didn't want to be cast out and left for dead!” Morgandy spat back.
Regardless of what he told Saoirse, Ciaran hadn't wanted to be interrupted. No one was going to believe he and his sister had just wanted to go for a swim before the competition started. He would've looked for a place to hide, but it was a foolish idea. The gym was one huge, open space and plus, Saoirse was in the pool. He couldn't just hide and leave her to fend for herself when she came up for air. No, he'd have to stay put and hope that the intruders were too wrapped up in their own drama to question their presence. So far it was working. Even Michael, who didn't seem to be engaged in the argument, hadn't noticed him yet.
When Ronan turned to face his nemesis, Ciaran could see that his brother was prepared for a fight. The muscles in his back were flexed, his hands were fists, his thick legs like tree stumps anchored into the floor. Morgandy, on the other hand, was like a hungry mosquito, flitting about, bobbing, flailing. “I was right to try and destroy The Well!” he cried, his deep voice so frenzied it seemed to make the gym shake. “I'm living proof of how vindictive and evil it can be.”
“No, Morgandy,” Ronan said, his voice so quiet it seemed to quell the shaking. “You're living proof that some people are simply born evil.”
Ronan's words, his insight, penetrated into the very depths of Morgandy's mind and soul. Could that be his secret? Could that be what The Well had tried to erase? The fact that Morgandy had not been trying to uphold some personal belief or defend some popular ideology when he wanted to obliterate The Well, that he hadn't been swayed by David to abandon his birthright to be its guardian, but that he was merely succumbing to his true nature? He had never thought of himself that way, but could his be the face of pure evil?
Glancing at his reflection as it rippled on the surface of the pool water he didn't shield his eyes. He didn't shrink from the horror of seeing his soul exposed in all its tainted, sullied glory or beg Ronan to help him find the path back to goodness, because he realized in one liberating moment that goodness was not the place from which he had come. There was no reason to scurry back there, remorseful, repentant, to seek shelter and salvation; his destination was in the opposite direction. He laughed, the sound rough and coarse like jagged rocks chaffing against one another. As his body convulsed joyously, his curls bounced slightly, and when he placed his hands on his hips to steady himself, he wasn't surprised to feel that his flesh was hot, warmed not just by his latest victim's blood, but by the recognition of exactly who he was. He couldn't wait to share the revelation. “Oh my God,” Morgandy whispered. “I never imagined that.”
Ronan hadn't been expecting such a humble response, but he'd take it. Maybe he had reached Morgandy? Maybe he had finally gotten him to understand that The Well had given him the greatest gift of all by separating him from his memories, from his past, from his innate malevolence so he could start his life over? Or maybe Ronan just misinterpreted the reply? “Thank you, Ronan,” Morgandy hissed, “for reminding me of who I really am.”
Distracted by his own hope that Morgandy might welcome the opportunity to change, he hesitated when he saw him leap forward, arms reaching, fangs bared. Luckily, Michael had dispensed with hope where Morgandy was concerned. He had never expected him to express gratitude and had known he would exercise his free will to retaliate against Ronan's words with violence. Springing into action, Michael tackled Morgandy in mid-flight, and together they twisted horizontally and rested on the air for a few seconds before plunging into the pool.
Underneath the water, they fought not as boys but as the supernatural creatures they were. Michael whipped his webbed hand in front of him and a second later Morgandy's head snapped to the left. Morgandy kicked his leg up and after a slight delay Michael somersaulted backward. When he regained his balance, Michael flipped his webbed feet once, twice, and latched onto Morgandy yet again, this time holding him by the throat and ramming his back into the bottom of the pool. Staring at them while wedged into a corner of the pool, Saoirse screamed for them to stop. Her voice, however, was silenced by the water and the commotion. She may not have been heard, but she was definitely seen.
When Morgandy broke free and swam toward her, his face cruelly distorted and tinged with a greenish-blue color thanks to the chlorine, she screamed with even more force and never noticed that her lungs were completely filled up with water. It hadn't registered, but like the other beings in the pool, she was having no trouble breathing underwater.
Michael had no idea what Saoirse was doing in the pool, but he would have to figure that out later. Right now he had to protect her, because from the ominous look on Morgandy's face it was obvious that she was about to become his next victim.
Wildly, Morgandy leapt forward through the water, hands outstretched, eager to claim his prize. As he propelled closer to Saoirse, she screamed louder and pressed harder into the side of the pool. Morgandy's fingers grazed Saoirse's neck as Michael wrapped a webbed hand around Morgandy's ankle. At the same instant the water around them started to bubble. When Michael hurled Morgandy into the far end of the pool, it started to churn. And when Morgandy was flung by the current back into Michael's chest, they began to spin around, caught in the center of a mini-whirlpool. It felt wrong—a whirlpool in the middle of a pool—but it also felt safe. At least for Michael.
After a few rotations, Michael noticed that Morgandy was no longer struggling; he was unconscious. Michael remembered the last time he had had a pool fight, with Nakano, it was an altercation that didn't end well for either of them. Holding Morgandy's lifeless and now human-looking body as the water spun around them, Michael knew he had made his point; he had proved to his enemy that he and Ronan were a team. Strike one, prepare to contend with the other. As if the water was having the same thought, it abruptly stopped moving, and Michael knew it was time to bring this battle to an end. But he brought it to an end too hastily.
When Blakeley saw Michael's face he was so terrified the scream clung to the insides of his throat, refusing to be heard. Worried about Morgandy's condition, Michael had broken through the surface of the water without transforming back. His fangs were exposed, his face elongated, his eyes narrow slits, and the hands that placed Morgandy on the gym floor were webbed just like his feet.
“Transform!”
Ronan didn't have to say another word, in silence or out loud; Michael understood. He also understood that no matter how quickly he converted his appearance, the harm was done; his true self had been seen by a human. Well, there was nothing he could do about that now; he would have to deal with that later. Right now, Morgandy was lying on the ground not breathing.
Thankfully, none of the other kids had arrived yet for their pre-competition workout. The only other person in the gym was David, Blakeley's guest, specially invited to see how unbeatable his team was. The headmaster wasn't someone Michael enjoyed seeing unexpectedly, but at least he knew how to handle such a unique situation.
 
Racing over to Morgandy, David knelt beside him, placed his hands just below his ribcage, and pressed down and up several times. Michael wasn't sure if traditional resuscitation techniques could revive a vampire, but what did he know? He didn't think he had hurt Morgandy that badly, either. Their fight in the alleyway had been much more intense, and Morgandy had walked away from that scuffle more humiliated than bruised. What the headmaster was doing to reawaken Morgandy seemed like a waste of time. Until Michael realized it was all a cover-up for his next tactic.
Tilting Morgandy's head back to create an arch in his neck, David pinched the boy's nose and lowered himself until their mouths almost touched. Then, unseen by everyone except Michael, David allowed his own face to transform and his own hideous countenance to slither out of hiding. Michael winced, but didn't look away until he saw the headmaster's blood slowly slide down his cracked tongue and spill into Morgandy's open mouth. Disgusting! It was like a vampire blood transfusion.
One drop, two drops, three drops, four, until the blood flow increased and the fluid began to race down David's tongue and fill up Morgandy's mouth. Finished, David pursed his parched lips together, cutting off the blood supply, and shut Morgandy's mouth to allow the blood to funnel down his throat and traverse throughout his body, reinvigorate it. The tactic worked, and color returned to Morgandy's face. His chest started to rise and fall, and when his eyes opened they were clear and alert. “What happened?”
Helping Morgandy stand, David answered, “Minor accident, nothing more.” David turned to face Blakeley, making sure that his appearance wouldn't put the coach into a further state of shock. “I'm taking him to the infirmary so Dr. Sutton can fully evaluate his condition.” Blakeley could merely nod in response. Turning to face Michael, all David could do was control his rage. Walking with his arm around a still-weak Morgandy, David grinned salaciously and whispered to Michael, “Clean up your mess or I'll have to bring your beloved coach over to our side.”
Not knowing how to diffuse the situation, Ronan and Ciaran individually decided to remain calm and allow Michael to act first. They would let him speak and then follow his lead. They didn't get a chance. Michael took one step toward Blakeley, and the coach found his voice. “Stay away from me!” he screamed. “I don't know what you are, but you ain't bloody right!”
“What are you talking about, Coach?” Ronan said, his face forming an odd-looking smile. “Michael and Morgandy just had a row, that's all.”
Sticking up his hands as if to push back the air, push back what he couldn't comprehend, Blakeley's voice quickly rose to a panic. “They might've had a row, but that ...
thing
that I saw come out of the pool, that wasn't Michael!”

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