Half Blood Rising

Chapter 4

She had spoken in a perfect Ukrainian accent, but I suspected she wasn’t from around here. Humans

or even supernaturals in the city didn’t look like her, and they didn’t use that kind of language. Panic

settled in, but I was trying to stay calm, at least on the outside. She wouldn’t dare do anything to me in

front of the waitress. I had one knife on me, but my hands were a little stiff.

Right now, I wasn’t in the best of shape, and she was staring at me with curiosity. Her aura didn’t seem

frightening, so I calmed down a bit.

The coffee assistant mumbled something in Ukrainian and left. A bead of sweat ran down my face as I

stared at my unexpected guest. I understood a few words in Ukrainian: the orders and basic Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

pleasantries, but I normally struggled to have a conversation with someone in the language.

“Hello, Jaymin, it’s nice to finally meet you,” the woman said, smiling at me. “You don’t have to be

afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

This time, she spoke in a perfect English accent. She was definitely from the United Kingdom; I was

certain of it. She was also very beautiful, with short red hair, but I had no idea what she was now that I

was seeing her up close—fae maybe, or a shifter. She couldn’t possibly be a vampire, because of the

way her skin shone in the light. Her makeup and clothes were immaculate: it all fit perfectly. I knew I

would never look like that.

“Who are you, and what the hell do you want from me?” I asked, maybe a bit too abruptly. I had done it

again. My little problem: I had a big mouth.

“My name is Catherine Oldman, and I have been watching you for quite some time,” she introduced

herself, reaching out her hand and expecting me to shake it. “My school is interested in someone like

you.” She had a nice manicure, too. Magic rose from my tiptoes, and I was too shocked to shake her

hand.

The waitress brought our drinks. I was so damn thirsty that I didn’t wait for her to offer it to me. I

grabbed the glass and drank half of its contents. The lemonade was delicious and very refreshing.

After I was satisfied, I felt a bit embarrassed as she was watching me, amused. I seriously needed to

watch my manners from now on.

“Lady, I have no idea what school you’re talking about, but I’m not interested,” I said quickly. She said

she had been watching me for quite some time, but I’d been careful. This wasn’t something I wanted to

know. In the past few weeks, I’d witnessed many strange individuals around the city.

She lifted the glass and sipped from it gracefully. I caught the scent of my own blood as it wafted in the

air around me. I really needed to have a shower; the smell bothered me.

“We are preparing vampires and other creatures for Saint Kilda Elite Academy. We only select students

if we see potential in them. One of my contacts has been in this city for a long while, and he told me

about you. We believe that you have what it takes to pass the trials for the Elite. Obviously, getting into

Kilda isn’t going to be easy, but while in our school, Moonlight Academy, you will gain all the necessary

skills to acquire a job in any supernatural firm afterwards.”

Shock riddled me speechless for a long moment. She couldn’t be serious. No one from the street could

get into Kilda. Most of the time, supernaturals needed to come from a wealthy background. That school

was only for the elite, the best of the best, and I had no idea that any other academies existed at all.

“I’m sorry, Miss Oldman, but I’m a rogue. I follow my own rules. I don’t think any school would be a

good fit for me,” I said, finishing the refreshing lemonade. I was afraid that this may be a trap, that the

council members would possibly barge in here at any moment, and I’d end up in prison.

She only smiled, then placed her hand on my arm, and I instantly wanted to pull back. Her magic

calmed me down, though. Damn it, I’d never felt better; the anxiety was fading away quickly. Melody

had the same sort of skills, but this was even better. Oldman had incredible talent. And yes, she was

definitely fae. I could sense it by her energy.

Most humans, as I’d read about in a hidden library, had no idea that this other world existed, that there

were vampires, witches, fae, and other creatures on Earth. We just blended in, and if a human learned

of our existence, his or her memory would normally be wiped away by one of the council members. I

learnt that part the hard way.

“You have killed many dangerous fugitives, and you have quite the reputation amongst the council

members,” she said. “No one knows who you are—well, no one until yesterday, right?” My heart began

thumping louder inside my chest as memories of Tristan and the werewolf floated through my mind.

She couldn’t have known about the werewolf. By that time, Tristan was supposed to have disposed of

the body. “The council has your profile and they want to bring you in. I am your only chance to get

away, to make them forget about your existence, at least for now.”

I pulled my arm away, breathing hard, and trying to think straight. I hated being manipulated, but she

was making me feel vulnerable. The truth was, I had no plan. She was partly right; I was done in Lviv,

there were only so many places I could hide. The council member had seen my face, and Tristan, well,

that gig was up. I was unemployed and still homeless. I dragged my hand through my greasy hair.

“What’s the catch? I mean, there must be one if you’re just offering me a place there. What do I need to

do in return? Kill someone, maybe kidnap a person?” I asked, wanting to know upfront what I was

signing up for. Over the past four years, I’d been dreaming of an opportunity, or even a job offer. I’d

taught myself everything I knew, and I didn’t believe in charity. There was always a catch—nothing ever

came for free.

“You’re right, for now we require your commitment. There may be certain tasks that you might be

required to do in the future,” she added, “but everything will be outlined in the contract that you would

have to sign. Let’s say, a disclosure agreement between you and the school.”

“A contract? How long is the contract?” I asked, truly not convinced about this whole thing. But then

again, I would have a roof over my head and food in my belly every day. No more homelessness, and

no more killing in order to survive. This sounded so much better than the alternative. I had nothing: no

plan, or direction.

“It’s only a formality. You sign up for a year. Our school is unique. We scout students from all over the

world, but over ninety percent stay with us. Most of them graduate, and some, only around ten percent,

go on to Saint Kilda Elite Academy in Bucharest.”

I stared at her in disbelief, thinking that maybe this was going to be the best thing that ever happened

to me.

“What sort of tasks are we talking about?”

“We are a unique kind of organisation, and many times, the national council assigns us specific jobs,”

she continued. “We fight against the worst of the worst, rescue paranormals who are high targets, and

deal with illegal magic. This is the main reason I approached you, because of your experience and

strength. I believe the academy will be a place for you to grow.” Now I was finally understanding what

this whole thing was about. She then gave a sign to the waitress and ordered something else speaking

in Ukrainian.

She was impressive, but I was still wary, worried that maybe this sounded too good to be true. I knew

for sure that I didn’t do well when other people told me what to do. I’d never lasted in any job longer

than a week, so how was I supposed to know if the academy would be any different?

“I need to think about it,” I told her. “I don’t know if this could ever work.”

“Sure, but Moonlight Academy could help you figure out who you are. I sense very strong magic within

you, and you have hidden talents as well. We are all aware that the Elite admission process is very

strict, but this is your chance. You have obviously had a rough life, and I know a little bit about your

past, but not much. If you decide to take this opportunity, be at this address tonight,” she said, and then

slid a small slip of paper with the details my way. I was biting my lip, wondering if maybe I had a

guardian, someone who was looking after me from the other side.

Was there really someone out there willing to help me out like that?

“I need to think about it,” I repeated. “I can’t make such an important decision like this on the spot. You

must realise I don’t do well in rule-type settings. What if I don’t fit in there, and what if I wanted to

leave? What then, Miss Oldman?” I asked, already imagining what could happen to me if I kicked

someone’s arse while in the school. I needed to consider if I could truly adjust to these kinds of new

rules.

My entire background was one giant enigma, so I had to be careful with whom I trusted.

“Your memories would be taken care of, the school isn’t a secret, but our missions are, so we would

take proper measures to ensure you wouldn’t be walking around telling anyone what had gone on

behind the academy walls,” she said more sharply, interlacing her fingers together. Her magic rose, and

I could sense it. Even the human waitress inside must have realised that something was going on,

because she was staring at us with peaked interest.

My skin prickled, and new energy rippled through me. Being only half-vampire, the sun didn’t affect me

as much as it did the others—another perk, I assumed, if I wanted to think positive. Most pure vampires

needed certain spells in order to walk in the daylight, and sometimes, it was difficult. The handsome

arsehole from the basement must have had access to that sort of magic. Was I prepared to risk

everything to become a student of Moonlight Academy?

I didn’t want anyone to have access to my memories, even if I didn’t remember my previous life at all. I

took the paper and placed it inside my pocket. I had to remember this coffee shop—it was a good place

to chill, and it had air conditioning. This was bliss, because at the time, I hated the heat. Once when

Tristan had given me a large sum for killing a rogue vampire, I’d gone to a cheap motel. I remembered

it well now; I’d slept peaceful for the first time in my life. Even the noisy neighbours hadn’t bothered me

then.

“Great, thanks for the drink and the chance,” I said, rising from my seat. It was time for me to bail. The

fae woman seemed a bit disappointed, but she truly had no idea what she was getting herself into. I

was a rogue, I lived by my own rules, and her offer scared the shit out of me.

“Be careful out there, you are more visible than you think,” she added, giving me a smile and then

started walking in the opposite direction. I left the coffee shop, walking into the blazing hot sun.

I looked around, making sure no one had been watching me in there, and began heading towards the

old part of the city. My strength was finally returning, but I had to find a cooler place where I could really

think about this offer. I didn’t want to get too excited about it. I headed to the only place that calmed me

in situations like this—the library. There was a special section there where I could investigate

everything that Oldman had told me about today. The Elite, yeah, a lot of supernaturals had heard

about it, but what about Moonlight Academy?

A few days after I’d awakened as a half-vampire, I had searched for other creatures like me. A warlock

told me about the section in the national library created by paranormals. It had been the darkest time of

my life, so I’d gone there searching for answers. I’d been so glad that someone had thought about it.

There was a supernatural section in the basement, and I’d managed to get access to it straight away.

I’d spent a lot of time there in the past, trying to research vampires and other breeds. It had taken me a

while to get used to the fact I could feed on humans. On top of that, I didn’t know what had really

happened to me. I had no idea who I’d become. Someone had finally given me an opportunity to learn

more about my skills—about my past.

I kept staring at the note from Oldman, wondering if I had the guts to head over there tonight. Later on,

once I reached the library and the supernatural section, I felt much calmer than before. My anxiety

faded as I opened the large book that listed all the supernatural schools in the world. In the catalogue, I

found the name I was searching for, and for a moment, I stared at the insignia of Moonlight Academy.

Two animals: a lion and an eagle. I didn’t know if it was significant, but it confirmed that this wasn’t any

sort of scam. Oldman was real, her offer, too.

Time in the library worked differently, and I enjoyed becoming lost in books. They gave me a sense of

normality, and when I was there, I didn’t worry about the rain, heat, or hunger.

A noise from around the corner startled me, and then I realised I’d been sitting in the same spot for four

hours straight. It was after ten p.m., and if I was heading to the central cathedral to meet my destiny,

then I needed to leave now. There was only one option—I had to take the bait.