Blue Bloods (Blue Bloods 1)

There was a smattering of hands, a few arms glowing with the sapphire light shining through their skin.

She nodded. "Good. That is the blood beginning to manifest."

Mimi remembered how freaked out she'd been when her marks first appeared. They'd formed an intricate, almost paisley-like pattern up and down from her shoulder to her wrist. Jack had shown her his, and it was another of those things that looked like a coincidence but weren't really - if they held up their arms next to each other's, the patterns matched perfectly.

The blood marks were a map of their personal histories - it was the blood asserting itself; the Sangre Azul, which marked them as their kind, Mrs. DuPont informed them.

"Some of you find that you are suddenly able to do things very well. Have you noticed that you are excelling in tests you have not studied for? That your memory has become like a photographic snapshot?"

There was more nodding, and some mumbling.

"Has anyone noticed that occasionally, time either slips away or becomes very slow?"

Mimi nodded. That was part of it - the memories that pulled you from the present to the past. You would be walking down a street, minding your own business, and then suddenly you were walking down the same street, but in a totally different time. It was like watching some really cool movie, Mimi thought, except you were starring in it.

"Do you find that you can eat everything and still not gain an ounce?"

There was giggling from some of the girls. A good metabolism, that's what the Red Bloods thought. Mimi had to giggle herself. As if anyone could eat as many cupcakes with whipped cream frosting as they wanted and still be as thin as she was. It was her favorite part of being a Blue Blood. One of the lucky ones. The chosen ones.

"The taste of cooked meat has become unbearable. You have begun to crave things that are raw, bloody."

There were some uncomfortable looks around the table. Bliss looked especially pale. Mimi wondered if anyone had ever experienced what she had - the day she'd devoured several raw, ribeye steaks all by herself; stuffing her face until the blood dripped down her chin and she looked like a mental patient. From the looks around the table, Mimi would bet that had happened to more than a few.

"One last question: how many of you have gotten pets in the last year? Dogs, more specifically?"

Everyone raised their hand. Mimi thought of how she'd found her chow, Pookie, on the beach in the Hamptons one day, and how her brother had gotten Patch on the same evening. Their father had been so proud.

"How many of them are bloodhounds?"

Only Schuyler raised her hand. Mimi grimaced. Her brother Jack had merited a bloodhound too - top level. That was annoying.

"We are here to tell you, you are not to worry. All the things you are experiencing are normal. This is because, like me, like your friends and classmates sitting behind you, like your parents, grandparents, siblings, and relatives, you are part of a long and noble tradition of the Four Hundred."

Mrs. DuPont snapped her fingers and all the lights in the classroom went out. But she, as well as the other committee members, were still glowing. They had an inner light that accentuated their features. It was as if they were made of white translucent marble.

"This is called illuminata, it is one of our gifts that aids us in the night and makes us visible to one another."

Some of the students screamed.

"There is nothing to worry about. You are safe here, for we are all the same."

Her voice took on a melodic, hypnotic quality.

"It is all part of the Cycle of Expression. You are the newest Blue Bloods. Today is your induction into your secret history. Welcome to your new life."

The students' faces were lined in shock. Mimi remembered how terrified she'd been, but not because she'd been scared of The Committee - it was a different kind of terror - a more complicated kind of fear. It was the terror of finally knowing the truth. She saw the same fear on the newest members' faces.

They were embarking on a journey into the darkness inside themselves.

CHAPTER 20

Vampires?

Were they out of their minds?

The Committee was just a front for a bunch of blood-sucking B-list movie monsters? So they weren't just socialites. They weren't just rich kids. They weren't skinny because they threw up everything they ate. And they weren't fast on the field or incredibly athletic or extraordinarily smart because they were talented; it was because and this was truly laughable - they were undead?

Schuyler had watched the whole thing, half appalled and half fascinated by the cultlike ceremony. Whatever she thought she'd signed up for, it certainly wasn't this. She had to get out of there. She pushed back her chair and was about to leave the room.