catching fire.
Nothing happened.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this.
It’s not working.” I told him.
He stared thoughtfully at the tree. “I think
you just need to practice. Think about how you were feeling at the
time.”
“Drew, I’m done with this. I just want to go
home.”
“Chloe.”
“I can’t do it. Why don’t you understand
that?” I stomped my foot and flung my hand toward the tree. “I
can’t make the stupid tree catch fire.”
With a ripping sound, several branches of the
tree burst forth sparks and erupted into large flickering flames.
Both Drew and I stood with our mouths open. My arm was still
extended while we watched the flames crawl along the branches until
they reached the tips. I lowered my hand and looked at Drew, who
must have felt quite proud of himself, because his open mouth was
replaced by a gargantuan sized grin.
“Knock it off,” I told him.
“Chloe… Do you know what this means?”
“Yeah, it means I’m more of a freak than I
already was.”
I didn’t want fire. I didn’t want a gift I
couldn’t control. In the course of twenty minutes, I had set my
shoes on fire and made a tree go up in flames without even
trying.
“I’m going home.” I swiveled and marched off
down the trail.
Drew chased after me. “This isn’t bad, Chloe!
You can learn how to control this. You’re going to have to.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“Why are you fighting this? This could be the
one thing that helps you get what you want most! If you want to
kill Trevor, fire is an ultimate weapon, especially if he doesn’t
see it coming.”
I stopped in my tracks. He was right,
absolutely, perfectly right. I could blow Trevor right off the face
of the planet if I wanted to.
As if reading my thoughts, Drew said “But you
have to learn how to use it first.”
I nodded. “Yes, I do.”
Once we got home, I stormed up the stairs and
into my room. I wanted to get a shower and change so I could go to
the library. I wanted to do as much research as I could, and when I
had school, I didn’t have much time to go the library. Between
training, school and hygiene, I didn’t have much time for
anything.
Drew said we would work on honing my new
firepower after he got back from the mission. That left me all day
to ponder the visit from Sostrate, not to mention setting stuff on
fire. Instead of worrying about that stuff, I headed out to the
library.
Of all the places in the community, the place
I loved most, besides Luke’s house, was the library. It was so
quiet there, and the air inside was always perfect. It smelled like
history. I entered the two-story stone building and greeted the
librarian. “Hi, Linda.”
She sat behind the counter and organized a
cart full of books into piles. “Oh, hello, Chloe. What are you
looking for today?”
She pushed back her chair and smoothed back
her hair while she stood. Her glasses sat somewhat crooked on her
nose. She looked sort of flustered.
I shifted my book bag to the other shoulder.
“I want to look up vampire children today. I thought I’d just start
with the computer.”
She waved her hand, dismissing the idea. “No,
you never know where that information is coming from. Yeah, it can
be helpful, but the books are better.”
I should have expected nothing less from
Linda. “Okay. Well, point me in the right direction.”
She smiled and beckoned me to follow her.
“Down this way.”
We went to the old section where I’d found
all the books on vampire hunter history, but several rows over.
“Do you know what the child of a vampire and
a mortal is called, Chloe?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“A child created by a vampire and a human is
called a dhampir.” We stopped at a shelf with big, thick books.
“Chloe, you may have a harder time looking up
vampires than you did vampire hunters.”
I raised my eyebrows in question, but
remained silent.
She continued with, “There are many different
kinds of
David LaRochelle
Walter Wangerin Jr.
James Axler
Yann Martel
Ian Irvine
Cory Putman Oakes
Ted Krever
Marcus Johnson
T.A. Foster
Lee Goldberg