Ok, sorry i haven't finished rest of chap one in a bit. this is a bit more buhh there will be another chap after this for chapter one. sorry this is really confusing its juss none of you have read the real chapter one for Hourglass, and this is it. i have it in the back of my stargazer but no one else seems to. its weird.
That shut Eduardo up, any he smiled ruefully. Officially, he and Kate were co-leaders of this Black Cross cell, but after only four days with them, I knew most people look to Kate for the final word. Eduardo didn't seem to find. As touchy and prickly as he was with everyone else, Lucas's stepfather apparently thought Kate could do no wrong.
"Doesn't matter how you knock them down as long as the fall," said Dana. "Now, can we eat all ready? Bianca's got to be starving."
I thought of blood – rich and red and hot, more delicious then any food could ever be – and a small shiver passed through me. Lucas saw it and put his arm around my waist to draw me close, as if for a hug. He whispered, "You okay?"
"Just hungry."
His dark-green eyes met mine. If there was unease about my need for blood, there was understanding, too.
But Lucas couldn't help me anymore than I could help myself. For the time being, we were trapped.
Four days earlier, my school, Evernight Academy, had been raided and burned by Black Cross. The hunters knew the secret of Evernight: that it was a refuge for vampires, a place to teach them about the modern world. That made it a target for Black Cross – a band of deadly vampire hunters, all of whom are trained to kill.
What they didn't know was that I wasn't one of the many human students who studied alongside the vampires of Evernight, unawares. I was a vampire.
Well, not a full vampire. If I had my way, that was something I would never become. But I had been born to two vampires, and despite the act that I was a living person, I had some of the powers of a vampire, and some of the needs.
Like, for instance, the need for blood.
Ever since the attack at Evernight Academy, this Black Cross cell was in "lockdown." This meant we were hiding in one secure location – namely this warehouse, which smelled like old tires, had cots for s to sleep on and oil stains on the concrete floor. People could only go outside if they were patrolling to watch out for the vampires who might come after us in revenge for the attack on the school. We had to spend virtually every waking second in preparation for battles to come. I'd learned to sharpen knives, for instance, and had the very weird experience of whittling a stake. And now they'd started teaching me to fight.
Privacy? Forget about it. I was lucky there was even a door in front of the toilet. That meant Lucas and I had almost no chance to be alone – and, even worse, that I hadn't drunken blood in four days.
Without blood, I became weak. I became hungry. The craving controlled me more and more, and if this went on much longer, I wasn't sure what I would do.
No matter what, I couldn't drink in front of anybody in Black Cross, save for Lucas. When he had seen me bite another vampire during his year at Evernight Academy, I'd thought he would reject me forever; instead, he had overcome his Black Cross indoctrination and remained in love with me. But I doubted many other vampire hunters would be capable of the same change of heart. If anyone else in the room with us right now saw me drink blood and realized the truth, I knew exactly what would happen. They would all turn on me in an instant.
Even Dana, one of Lucas' best friends, who was still cackling about my small victory over Eduardo. Even Kate, who credited me with saving Lucas' life. Even Raquel, my roommate from school who had joined me in Black Cross. Every time I looked at any of them, had to remember: They'd kill me if they knew.
"Peanut butter again," Dana said as a few of us sat on the floor by our cots with our scanty dinner. "You know, seems like I remember enjoying peanut butter, once upon a long ago."
"Beats noodles with butter," Lucas said. Dana groaned. In reply to my curious glance, he added, "Last year, for a while, that was pretty much all we could afford. Seriously, every meal for a month, spaghetti noodles with butter. If I never eat that again, it'll be too soon."
"Who cares?" Raquel spread peanut butter on her bread like it was fine caviar. She hadn't stopped smiling in four days, ever since Black Cross announced they'd take us in. "So we aren't dining out at fancy restaurants every night. What does it matter? We're actually doing something important. Something real."
I pointed out, "Right now, we're mostly hiding in a warehouse, eating peanut butter sandwiched without jelly three times a day."
That didn't faze Raquel in the slightest. "It's just part of the sacrifice we have to make. It's worth it."
Dana ruffled Raquel's short black hair affectionately. "Spoken like a true newbie. We'll see what you say in year five." Raquel beamed. She loved the idea of being with Black Cross for five years, for ten, her whole life. After being stalked by vampires at school and haunted by ghosts at home, Raquel wanted nothing more than to kick some supernatural butt. As strange and hungry as the past four days have been, I'd never seen Raquel happier.
"Lights out in one hour!" yelled Kate. "Do what you've gotta."
As one, Dana and Raquel stuffed the last crusts of their sandwiched in their mouth and took off toward the makeshift shower that had been set up in the back. Only the first few people in line would have time to wash tonight, and only one or two would actually get warm water. Were they planning on fighting each other for a spot in line? The only alternative would probably be to share.
I felt too exhausted to think about taking clothes off, sweaty though I was. "In the morning," I said, half to Lucas and half to myself. "I'll have time to wash up in the morning."
"Hey." His hand rested on my forearm, comfortingly warm and strong. "You're trembling."
"I guess I am."
Lucas shifted until he sat next to me, and our bodies were side by side, His tall frame, well-muscled but wiry, made me feel small and delicate next to him, and his dark gold hair looked brilliant in these dingy surroundings. His warmth made me imagine I was in front of a fireplace in winter. As he pushed one arm around my shoulders, I rested my aching head against him and closed my eyes. That way, I could pretend that there weren't a couple dozen people walking around us, talking and laughing. That we weren't in some gray, ugly warehouse that smelled like rubber. That there was nobody in the world but Lucas and me.
Into my ear, he murmured, "I'm worried about you."
"I'm worried about me too."
"Lockdowns not going to go on much longer. Then we can get you some – something to eat, I mean – and you and I can figure out what to do next."
I understood what he meant by that. We were going to run away from this, the way we'd planned before the attack on Evernight. Lucas wanted to get away form Black Cross almost as badly as I did. But in order to do that, we'd need a little money, our freedom, and a chance to make plans together in private. Right now, all we could do was hang on.
When I looked at Lucas, I saw the concern in his dark green eyes. I put my hand to his cheek and felt the rough scrub of beard stubble. "We'll make it. I know we will."
To be continued...