Chaston," I managed to get out. "She . . . There's blood . . ."
Mrs. Casnoff grabbed me and looked into the bathroom. Her hands tightened on my shoulders. She leaned down and stared into my face.
"Sophia, I need you to go get Cal as quickly as you can. Do you know where his quarters are?"
My brain felt like a scrambled egg, like in those old drug commercials. "The groundskeeper?" I asked stupidly. What could Mrs.
Casnoff want with him? Was he like an EMT or something?
Mrs. Casnoff nodded, her grip still tight on my shoulders. "Yes. Cal," she repeated. "He lives next to the pond. Get him and tell him what's happened."
I turned and ran for the stairs. As I ran, I saw Jenna coming out of our room. I thought I heard her calling my name, but by then I was already out the front door and into the night.
Even though the day had been warm, now it was cold enough to make goose bumps stand up on my arms. The only light came from the school behind me, those huge windows making even bigger rectangles of light on the lawn. Knowing the lake was to my left, I turned that way and kept running, the cool air going in and out of my lungs like knives. I could just make out a dark lumpy shape that I really, really hoped was Cal's house, and not, like, a storage shack or something. Even though I was trying to push the panic away, all I could see was Chaston bleeding to death on those black-
and-white tiles.
As I got closer, I saw that it was definitely a house. I could hear faint music coming from inside, and there was a little bit of light in the window.
By now I was breathing so hard I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get any words out.
I only had to bang on the door for about three seconds before it was flung open, and Cal stood before me.
I'd assumed he'd be old and burly with a side order of crotchety, so I was really shocked to find myself facing the jock guy I'd seen on the first day, the one I thought might have been someone's older brother. He couldn't have been more than nineteen, and his only concession to burliness was a flannel shirt and his vaguely annoyed expression.
"Students aren't allowed--" he started, but I cut him off.
"Mrs. Casnoff sent me to get you. It's Chaston. She's hurt."
As soon as I'd said "Mrs. Casnoff," he'd closed the door behind him.
Then he was moving past me and running across the yard toward the house.
Wiped out from my earlier sprint, I lagged behind.
By the time we got back to Chaston, she'd been pulled out of the tub and wrapped in a towel. Bandages covered the holes on her neck, and were wrapped tightly over both wrists. But she still looked really pale, and her eyes were closed.
Elodie and Anna were huddled against the sink in their pajamas, clutching each other and sniffling. Mrs. Casnoff was kneeling by Chaston's head, murmuring something. Whether it was comfort or magic, I didn't know.
She looked up when Cal came in, and her face seemed to sag in relief, making her look more like someone's concerned grandmother than a formidable headmistress. "Thanks be," she said softly. As she stood, I saw that her heavy silk robe was soaked at the knees and probably ruined. She didn't seem to notice.
"My office," she said to Cal as he knelt and scooped Chaston into his arms.
Mrs. Casnoff moved out into the hall, spreading her arms to part the crowd of students gathered outside the bathroom. "Back up, children, give us some room. I assure you, Miss Burnett will be fine. Just a small accident."
Everybody retreated, and the groundskeeper emerged, with Chaston in his arms. Her cheek rested against his chest, and I saw that her lips were purplish.
As the three disappeared down the stairs, I heard someone behind me sigh,"Wow." I turned and noticed Siobhan lounging against the bathroom doorframe.
"What?" she said. "Don't tell me you wouldn't give up a little blood to get carried around by that."
Siobhan started when Elodie and Anna walked out of the bathroom looking shaky and pale. Then Elodie's eyes fixed on something behind me and narrowed. "It was you," she spat. I turned and saw Jenna standing outside our bedroom door.
"You did this," Elodie continued, slowly advancing on Jenna, who, proving herself either brave or completely insane, held her ground and continued to stare at Elodie.
The whole mood in the hallway changed. I think despite being worried about Chaston, we were all sort of anticipating an Elodie/Jenna smackdown, maybe to get our minds off the blood still pooled on the bathroom floor, maybe because teenage girls are horrible creatures who like to watch other girls fight. Who knows?
Jenna's cool faltered for just a second, and she glanced down at her feet. When she lifted her head, however, that same bored, languid look was in her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Liar!" Elodie cried, and tears spilled down her cheeks. "You're killers, all of you vamps. You don't belong here."
"She's right," someone piped up, and I saw Nausicaa push her way through the crowd. Her wings were flapping angrily, stirring the air around her. Taylor was standing just behind her, dark eyes wide.
Jenna laughed, but it sounded forced. I looked around and realized the crowd had thinned around her, making her look very small and alone.
"And what?" she asked, her voice shaking a little. "None of your kind has ever killed? None of you witches or shapeshifters or fae? Vampires are the only ones who've ever taken a life?"
All eyes were on Elodie, and I think we expected her to lunge for
Jenna's throat or something.
But she had the power and she knew it. Her green eyes were positively glittering as she sneered, "What do you know about anything?
You're not even a real Prodigium."
The breath that everyone had been holding seemed to rush out all at once. She'd said it. The one thing they all thought but never acknowledged out loud.
"Our families' powers are ancient," Elodie continued, her face pale, except for two red spots on her cheeks. "We are the descendents of angels.
And what are you? A pathetic little human who was fed on by a parasite; a monster."
Jenna was shaking now. "So I'm the monster? What about you, Elodie? Holly told me what you and your little friends were trying to do."
I waited for Elodie to fire back with something, but instead she turned very pale. Anna had stopped crying and was clutching Elodie's shoulder.
"Let's go," she implored in a high voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Elodie said, but she looked scared.
"The hell you don't. Your little coven was trying to raise a demon."
You'd think the crowd would have gasped. I think I gasped. But the rest of the hall was quiet.
Elodie just stared at Jenna, but I thought I heard Anna whimper.
In the face of that stare, Jenna started to babble. "She said you wanted more power, and that you wanted to do a summoning ritual, and you needed a sacrifice to do that. Y-you have to let the demon feed . . . feed on someone, so . . ."
Elodie had regained her composure. "A demon? You think we could raise a demon here and not have Mrs. Casnoff and the Vandy and the
Council jump all over us? Please."
Someone in the crowd snickered, and the tension broke. One person laughing gives everyone permission to laugh, so that's what they did.
Jenna stood there listening to that mocking laughter a lot longer than I could have. Then she pushed past me and went down the hall and into our room. She slammed the door behind her.
Once she was gone, the murmuring began.
Nausicaa was talking to Siobhan. "Which one of us is next?"
Siobhan's blue wings shuddered as she replied, "All I did was fly to catch the bus! I don't deserve to be locked up here with killers."