Half Blood Rising

Chapter 5

Lychakiv Cemetery had never been a frightening place for me, but tonight, I was filled with anxiety as I

headed in that direction. Apparently, all sorts of demons wandered around the place. Most

supernaturals didn’t believe they existed, that they were just tales. Melody was convinced that she’d

seen one during the Sabbath in midsummer.

My stomach was in knots as I walked through the city. The tiny voice inside my head kept whispering

that I’d made the right decision. The index in the library hadn’t given me any specific information, and I

suspected that Moonlight Academy was set up in confidence so no one could track its location.

This set off several alarm bells inside my head, but at the same time, I didn’t care if I had to relocate; I

was done in Lviv, but I was worried about Melody. She was my friend. Maybe we hadn’t had a chance

to bond as well as we’d both wanted to, but I knew I was going to miss her.

Some part of me questioned my previous life choices. I wasn’t the most reasonable person, but every

day I faced new challenges.

The sad truth was, my options were limited. Maybe Oldman was right: this was my chance to finally

change everything—to grow as a person. I reached the Lychakiv Cemetery half an hour later. It was

already dark, and there was no lighting at all as I walked through the forest. I knew I had to get to the

cathedral near the burial grounds—it was where most supernaturals met. I had my knives with me, and

everything else I’d ever owned, which fit inside one plastic bag—yeah, pretty pathetic.

At times when I had some extra cash, I’d treated myself with a new pair of jeans. The winter had

always been the worst for me, especially when I had to sleep outside. It must have been a learned

behaviour, because half of my genes were still human, and somehow, I just knew. I didn’t need my

memories to know it was freaking cold and I had to bundle up. It was the one human gene I could have

done without.

The silence was ringing in my ears as I continued walking. Magic drifted around, and I smelled sage. I

was aware of my surroundings, aware of the dead humans that were still haunting these parts of the

city. Melody was a strong believer of life on the other side, and she always told me that it had nothing to

do with the fact that she was a witch. My heart was beating a bit faster than it normally did. I just had no

idea what to expect. I hadn’t signed anything yet, but I knew that I was more than ready to begin this

new chapter of my life.

I walked up to the large chapel—there were several of these around the cemetery, normally built near

the memorials. This site was historically significant, and a lot of people travelled from around the world

just to visit it. I needed to avoid the humans—the guards were undoubtedly walking around, and I

couldn’t afford to be spotted. Trespassing on private land could get me arrested. I was good at

detecting humans nearby: their energies were different, calmer, and less absorbing. The door to the

chapel was slightly ajar, which meant that someone was already inside, possibly Oldman.

I bit my bottom lip and entered the dimly lit space, while my heart was jackhammering inside my chest.

It was nice and cool inside, and there were several candles burning near the altar. Someone stood

inside, another supernatural, and most likely a vampire. He was dressed in a white shirt and dark

pants.

I instantly recognised that he was a pure-blooded creature, possibly an ancient, and that made me a bit

nervous. Supernatural presence typically didn’t affect me, but right now something odd was happening

to my body. Part of me, the blood in my veins, began vibrating as I grew closer to him.

“I was wondering if you were going to show.” His voice echoed throughout the chapel. “Madame

Oldman truly believes you will be a good fit for our school.” I recognised that voice—the thick Scottish

accent. When he turned around, my heart kicked against my ribcage.

This was unbelievable. He was the same vampire I’d bumped into at the club, the same one who had

been there to meet up with the mages who were now after me. This was just so typical. He must have

recognised me, too, because he frowned as I approached him.

Hell, the second time seeing him, he was even better looking. Heat rushed to my core, and my pulse

skyrocketed. My heart kept pounding way too fast, and he was no doubt aware of it. His eyes moved

from my toes, and upwards to my face—he was studying my dirty, torn clothes, and my tangled hair.

Whatever, I wasn’t supposed to care. After all, I’d lived on the streets for years, and this was only a

formality. I just wasn’t expecting to see him here.

“Let’s just get on with this, mate. My legs are aching, and I’m here,” I snapped at him a bit too

aggressively. “Which means, I’m ready to join the academy.”

What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t have to bark like a dog. The corner of his lips turned into a

mocking smile. He ran his eyes over me once again, sending a shiver racing down my spine. I hated

the fact that he was so good looking, and that he was so pure. Creatures like him had a certain

reputation, and I hoped this wasn’t the case here.

As he drew nearer, I caught a wave of his incredible vampire scent. Every creature had a unique one,

and his was earthy, bloody, and it made me a bit light-headed. I needed to remember that he was

called out to the club by the mages. Why did lady Oldman send him here? Was she part of the

conspiracy against me? He had no idea I’d heard everything that had gone down in the basement, so

this was going to be interesting.

“Well, tonight I truly hoped Madame Oldman had outdone herself, too bad she chose another

commoner—another street creature,” he said, and my jaw dropped. He had just insulted me in the

worst possible way.

I was ready to punch him in the throat. My fist was itching to do so. He was just an arrogant arsehole

who thought he was better than me.

“And this street creature has killed more supernaturals than you’ve most likely ever seen, so cut the

crap and take me wherever it is you’re supposed to,” I ordered him, getting aggravated and definitely

barking once again. First impressions always counted, and I’d already burnt my bridge with him. Oh,

fucking, well …

He looked bored and a bit curious, if I was willing to bet on it.

“I’m not in a hurry, hen,” he said, moving even closer to me. “I’m supposed to evaluate your skills.

Madame Oldman wasn’t certain if you were going to show up. Then again, I’m slightly surprised you

made the decision at all.” His eyes were mastering, and he was staring at me intensely. A wave of heat

shattered me again. I had absolutely no idea what was happening inside me, but the pull was there. I

couldn’t bloody deny it, even if I wanted to—I was attracted to that vampire. “Tell me—what are you?”

That question shook me back to reality. I didn’t want to think that the vibrating pulsations inside my

body were significant in any way. He was most likely using his glamour to affect me; it was the only

logical explanation.

“It’s none of your fucking business, Pretty Boy. Just get me to the academy,” I told him, aggravated by

the lack of progress on his part. “If you have nothing nice to say, then keep your damn mouth shut.

Apparently, I was chosen. Oldman wants me in the school.” Now our faces were only inches away from

each other. It was either way too hot in here, or the temperature of my body was rising fast.

His pupils dilated and he glanced at my cracked lips. I wondered how it would feel if I kissed him.

“What are you, hen? A half-vampire mixed with the genes of another creature?” he said, tilting his head

to the side. “But that’s impossible. You wouldn’t be able to live through that kind of transformation—no

one can.” He was right and wrong. Obviously, I had survived, but I didn’t know what I was.

“I’m a half-vamp and nothing else,” I whispered back, somehow controlling my emotions. I was shocked

I hadn’t exploded already. He was getting on my nerves, under my skin. I very rarely, and not on

purpose, interacted with other vampires, especially pure or ancient ones.

“Bullshit,” he spat, and before I knew it, he had his arm wrapped around my neck. It happened so

quickly, I didn’t have a chance to react. The pretty boy was fast. A split second later, I sensed that his

fangs had descended, and they were only inches from my skin. Panic struck me for a moment, but then

I felt a thrill of anticipation of wanting to be bitten. I was pissed, but at the same time, aroused. This had

never happened to me before. He was more skilled and stronger than anyone I’d ever met. “You’re just

another street rogue who will get expelled sooner than you think. Creatures like you don’t make it to the

Elite.”

His words pierced through me, but I quickly recovered from the initial shock. I managed to wrap my leg

around his and then pulled my body forward. He didn’t go down with the impact I’d expected, but then I

held one of my knives at the edge of his throat. He seemed surprised by my strength.

My breathing was uneven and sweat ran down my face as he stared at me.

“I’ve been living on the streets for over four years, so don’t underestimate me, arsehole. One wrong

move, and you’re done with this world,” I snapped, saying more than I’d intended to. All right, it was

true: I’d always had a big mouth (that had been established, and it tended to get me into trouble at

times), but he made me so damn angry, acting as if he was so much better than me.

“Master Cormack, the car is ready.” Another voice echoed throughout the chapel, distracting me for a

bit. A moment later, he managed to grab my free arm, and my back slammed to the floor. The pretty

boy was stronger than me, and now he was showing off. He had me pinned down with his knee,

squashing my chest so hard that I lost my damn breath.

“You aren’t as tough as you make out, hen,” he whispered and then stood, releasing me. I dropped my

knife, taking a deep breath. Yet again, this had never happened to me before. He was smirking at me,

and I was fuming. When I glanced towards the entrance, there was another creature standing there. I

sensed he was a warlock—a very powerful one. They had different sets of skills than mages, but they

were apparently more loyal.

“Whatever,” I said, angry with myself for allowing him to take me by surprise.

“Come on, hen, we have a long drive ahead. Is that all you have with you?” he asked, still wearing that

arrogant smirk on his stupid face. I was more pissed off about the fact he was winding me up, than the

fact he’d surprised me. I stared at the warlock who stood on the other side of the chapel. He appeared

calm and collected, wearing a brown old-fashioned suit. Was I ready to just drive away with them? Was

I ready to leave my shitty life behind and start over, keeping and living by certain rules?

The answer inside my head was pretty much “hell no,” but my heart shifted. I had no choice but to

leave Lviv behind.

“I don’t need much, Pretty Boy,” I snapped, and he laughed. There was a sparkle in his eyes, that I

somehow read as hunger. Was he getting turned on by me? It didn’t matter—he was an arrogant prick.

I would never lay eyes on him—not in that way, again.

I moved past him. The truth was, I didn’t really own anything. It was time to leave behind my old clothes

—all of it. The warlock stared at me as I approached him, his magic embraced me like the flakes of

cold snow in the winter, settling upon my skin. He was a broad-shouldered man with white-grey hair,

and I suspected he was much older than he appeared to be.

“It’s going to be a long drive, Miss,” he informed me. “But we will try to make this journey as

comfortable as we can.”

I wished I could have had a chance to say goodbye to Melody. She was going to worry about me, but I

guessed I would have to write to her. We were heading to Kijav, so I would have to spend six hours in

the car with the arsehole vampire and the warlock. Well, this was going to be delightful.

Outside the sky was clear again. There was a nice-looking car parked by the graveyard. I had no idea

how the warlock was even allowed to drive through here, but no matter. It was none of my business. I

just needed to stop thinking negatively and embrace the change.

“Get in, hen, we haven’t got a minute to waste,” the pure blood said, startling me a little. I jumped.

Damn him. I didn’t hear him behind me, he had the skill to move around undetected.

The car had soft leather interior, and I didn’t think I’d ever slept in a better place.

It even smelled nice, of wildflowers or some shit. The issue was, the pure-blooded vampire climbed in

and sat next to me. His thigh rubbed against mine, and I was sure he’d done it on purpose. A wave of Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

heat rolled between my breasts. I couldn’t imagine being stuck with him in this cramped space for over

six hours. Then goose bumps rose along the top of my arms.

Did I already say I can’t stand him, and I’ve only known him for like, five minutes? If not, well, I can’t

stand his arrogant arse. Not even a little bit.

“Are you ready to embrace your new future?” he asked as the car started moving.

“I’ve never been more ready in my life,” I said, sitting back, trying to enjoy the rest of the

night.