Blue Bloods: Genesis
I'm at the Bank for the fifth night in a row this week. Schuyler is all in the corner with her boyfriend/conduit Oliver Perry-Hazard. I admit it, he's cute. Tall, nice blonde hair and gorgeous green eyes. And he obviously loves her as much as she loves him. I take another sip of my drink and walk further through the crowd so I don't lose them. Mimi Force won't let her eyes off Schuyler tonight. Why won't she just leave her alone? She already has Jack hanging on her every word again.
Sometimes I just want to grab Schuyler on the arm and say to her Surprise! I'm your long lost sister and I want you to meet your long lost father. If only… No, no I can't. Schuyler and Oliver are about to walk into the basement and I'm ready to start hovering as a cold breeze or a sudden gust of wind when my cell phone beeps. I take out the sidekick and read the message. It's from Isabel – Come. Now. Oh great. Could she give me any more information? I steal one quick glance back to Schuyler but she's already left with Oliver.
I take a cab back to my loft where all of the Revolutionaries are. There are about thirty of us now or thirty eight to be exact. A few in Chicago, France, Boston, and of course, Manhattan. We have about five with us in Manhattan now. In our loft there are paintings done by father himself. I open our fridge and take out a carton of milk and look around our loft. On the couch are my friends Isabel Wallace, the brooding and beautiful girl who ever wants to look like. Her dark hair naturally curly and wide brown eyes. Beside her is someone who I don't recognize.
She's about five four and her skin is a rough caramel color. I guess she is Indian or something like that. Her hair is dark and long to her waist. There is an IV up along her arm. I don't know the science of it – or more I don't understand the science of it but I understand the basics. We are draining her red blood cell count and replacing them with blue bloods. We don't just pick up people off the street and say, hey you want to become immortal? No, we only choose ones that don't have much time to live with.
Yeah, she's dying. I'm the only one here who is a born blue blood. Just not a natural one. My mother, Allegra Van Alen has been in a coma for all of my life and Schuylers. I have never met her before. My father, Stephen Chase is my best friend. He motions for me to go the back room. I do and at first I see Dylan with his scruffy long hair and sickly pale skin. His chest wound is healing and we are transfusing blood into him.
Where do we get this much blood? I have no idea. Next to him is a wrinkly and frailing old man – on the outside. He's name is Lawrence Van Alen, my supposed grandfather. He and Schuyler are really close but once Charles Force ripped her out from underneath him everything went to hell. Schuyler and Jack formed, Lawrence almost died if not for us.