Part 13 (1/2)

”No, a vampire didn't bite me.” He gives a deliberate pause. ”A Higher did.”

Sylas looks as baffled as me. He holds a finger up, signaling me to be quiet. ”You say a Higher bit you,” he speaks calmly. ”But that doesn't really explain much, because the Highers we know don't bite. Well, humans anyway.”

”Yes they do! Yes they do!” he rattles on, slamming against the inside of the locker. ”They bite people all the time, but no one can remember it.”

I absentmindedly touch my neck. It's like gla.s.s p.r.i.c.kles at my brain. ”I think one bit me once.”

”Huh?” Sylas picks up the lantern and shoves it in my face. His eyes are all over me, checking my neck, my arms, my legs. ”A Higher bit you? When? Back in the street?”

”Not in the streeta before that.” I put a finger to my lips. ”Shh, just a second. I'm trying to remember.”

I stand in the center of the training room mat. Bellators circle me. Garret, my trainer, is secretly glad to see me going up against a Higher; he fears my strength and wants me gone.

Gabrielle moves in on my like a predator, his white robe dragging behind him. A small girl, with curly blonde hair, named Lina winces as I take a swing at Gabrielle. My arm makes contact with his neck and there's a loud pop. His bone breaks and protrudes from the skin. Blood pours out and drips on me, staining my hands and arms.

His white robe is dripping red. He covers his wound with his hand. Then his fangs slither out and he lunges at me. His teeth sink into my skin and he devours me whole, almost drinking me dry. When he steps away, I'm lightheaded. I cup my hand to the wound on the neck and gaze around at the horrified Bellators' faces. Some are backing against the wall. Others gape, their jaws slack with shock, their faces screwed with disgust. Fear tornadoes the air. Gabrielle's own fears mixed with it because I'm still standing, fully embodied.

”I told you my name already,” I say. ”It's Kayla. Kayla Juniper.”

He drops me to the ground. ”You're supposed to be dead.” He whirls, swis.h.i.+ng his robe. ”Monarch will pay for this. Secrets are the worst offence.”

”A Higher bit me,” I say with confidence. ”Back in The Colony, during Bellator practice. But the bite didn't affect me at all. In fact, it only scared Gabrielle off when he realized it didn't do anything to me.”

Sylas shoots me a doubtful look. ”Are you sure you saw it right? Because I can't picture the Highers being scared.”

”Yes, she saw it right. And it's because you're different, Kayla.” Dominic's fingers slip through the vent at the top of the locker. ”It's because you're special. You're the one they feara”the one they want gone. The one that can change everything.”

I pull a face at his rotted fingers. ”The last time you saw me you said I was a Higher and then you threw me in with one to prove your point.”

”I thought you were one then, but I realized later that you were something different.”

”Is that when you decided to give up everyone's location?”

”I deeply regret what I did,” he says mournfully. ”I was in some trouble and I looked to the wrong solution to get me out. But I-I didn't know they'd infect and kill everyone.”

”You say they infected first.” I s.h.i.+ft my weight to the side, remembering Gabrielle feeding off the vampire in the street. ”But why infect them, just to kill them.”

”Because they needed them that way first.” Gagging noises escape through the vent. ”Please let me out. I'm dying.”

”Why do the Highers need them as vampires?” I press. ”Because they enjoy torturing them? Or because they need to feed from them?”

Sylas gapes horrendously at me. ”Feed off a vampire. Okay, now you've really lost it.”

I tap his head. ”Remember the street, Sylas. The Highers chased one down and drained its blood dry.”

He struggles to grasp the concept. ”Maybe it was for kicks and giggles. You know how the Higher's love torture.”

I shake my head slowly. ”No, there was hunger in Gabrielle's eyes that night. I saw it.” I turn back to Dominic. ”Is that what it was? Do they need to feed offa vampires?”

He doesn't answer and his fingers vanish through the vent.

”Dominic.” I cautiously lean forward. ”Are you okay?”

His fingers shoot upward, missing my nose by a sliver of s.p.a.ce. ”I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that.”

Sylas takes the knife from me. ”That's it, I'm chopping off his fingers.”

”No, please,” Dominic begs, waggling his fingers. ”I have answers. I can help you, but I need something in return.”

”Let me guess,” Sylas says in a mocking tone. ”If we let you out, you'll tell us everything we want to know.”

A pause. ”Well, yes. That's exactly what I was going to say. How did you know?”

Sylas rolls his eyes. ”And let me guess again. You promise not to hurt us if we do.”

”I'm not a monster, Sylas,” he says in a saddened tone. ”I'm just hideous on the outside.”

”Maybe if you told us what you are,” I say. ”Then we could come to some kind of agreement.”

”I'm a half-breed,” he breathes. ”I'm an abomination.”

”No, you're not,” Sylas argues with a shake of his head. ”I'm a half-breed and I'm not mutated like you.”

”I'm not the same as you,” Dominic says. ”I'm half-human, half-vampire. You aren't.”

”Yes, I am.” Sylas runs his tongue along his sharp teeth.

”No, you're not,” Dominic contends. ”And if you let me out, I'll explain it to you.”

”Nah,” Sylas shrugs him off. ”I'm not that eager to find out.” He nods his head at the door. ”Let's get of here. He's getting on my nerves.” When I hesitate, he surges me with a warning look. ”You want to stand around all day talking to someone who sounds pretty insane if you ask me? Or do you want to go find your tunnel and gla.s.s room?”

I blow out a breath, my bangs fluffing from my face, and turn for the door. ”Yeah, let's go. This is useless.”

”Tunnel?” Dominic breathes through the locker. ”I know where these tunnels are.”

Sylas rolls his eyes and ducks through the doorway. ”This guy doesn't give up, does he?”

”I have a map,” he screams pleadingly. ”Please, don't leave me here. I can tell you how to get to Cell 7 and the tunnels.”

”Cell 7,” I mouth. ”That's the place with the gla.s.s cages.”

The lantern sways in Sylas' hand, making yellow light flicker eerily across his face and shadows dance along the walls. ”How do you know about Cell 7?”

”I was one of the doctors there.” The locker shakes violently. ”I know everything that went on inside. I even know that's where the virus was created.”

”Which one?” I say. ”Because from what I've seen, there might be more than one.”

”Let me out!” He shouts, slamming and rocking the locker. ”Or no more answers.”