I find my way down to the Catacombs and hunt mindlessly.
My mother’s tomb is here. I hate to think that she might be watching me. Can souls see through the Veil? Does she know I’ve become one of them?
I wonder sometimes what would have happened if she’d lived.
I was the only child in the nursery who was Turned that day. The vampires might have taken me with them if my mother hadn’t stopped them.
My father came for me as soon as he heard. And he and Fiona did everything they could to heal me—but they knew I was changed. They knew the blood lust would manifest itself eventually.
And they just …
They went on acting like nothing had happened. Crowley, they’re lucky I didn’t start devouring people as soon as I hit puberty. I don’t think my father ever would have mentioned it, even if he’d caught me draining the maid. “Basil, change into some new things for dinner. You’ll upset your stepmother.”
Though he’d much prefer to catch me disrobing the maid.… (Definitely more disappointed in my queerness than my undeadness.) My father never acknowledges that I’m a vampire—besides my flammability—and I know he’ll never send me away because of it.
But my mother?
She would have killed me.
She would have faced me, what I am, and done what was right.
My mother never would have let a vampire into Watford. She didn’t.
I end my walk at the door to her tomb. At the stone in the wall that marks it.
She was the youngest person ever to lead Watford—and one of three headmasters in history to die defending it. She’s kept here, in a place of honour, part of the school’s foundation.
My mother came back.
She came back for me.
What does it mean that she couldn’t find me?
Maybe ghosts can’t see through coffins.
Maybe she couldn’t see me because I’m not fully alive. Will I get to see her when Simon finally finishes me?
He will … Finish me.
Snow will do the right thing.
*
I stay in the Catacombs until I’m done feeding. Until I’m done raging. Until I can’t stand staring at that photograph of myself anymore. (Chubby, lucky bag of blood.) Until I’m done crying.
You’d think that’s something you’d lose in the change—tears. But I still piss, and I still cry. I still lose water.
(I don’t really know how it all works, being a vampire; my family won’t let me near a magickal doctor—and it’s not like I get colds or need vaccinations.) The flowers I’ve laid outside my mother’s tomb have wilted. I cast “April showers!” and they bloom again. It takes more magic than I can afford right now—flowers and food take life—and I slump forward against the wall.
When I’m tired lately, I can’t keep my head up. And my left leg isn’t quite right since the numpties; it goes numb. I stomp it into the stone floor, and some feeling shoots up my heel.
If my mother came back through the Veil, that means she hasn’t completely moved on. She isn’t here—she can’t see me—but she isn’t in the next place. Her soul is stuck in the in-between.
How am I supposed to help?
Find this Nicodemus? Is he the one who sent the vampires?
I’ve always been told that the Humdrum sent the vampires. Even Fiona thinks the Humdrum sent the vampires. The Humdrum sends everything else to Watford.…
My leg’s so numb when I get to our tower, I have to lead with my right and drag my left behind me, all the way up the stairs.
Bunce is gone from our room. Snow’s in bed, and the windows are open. He’s showered. Snow uses the soap the school provides—he smells like a hospital when he’s clean.
I don’t bother rinsing my face or changing. Just strip to my undershirt and pants, and climb in my bed. I feel like death. Death not even warmed over.
As soon as I’m settled—eyes closed, willing myself not to cry again—Snow clears his throat. Awake, then. I won’t cry.
“I’ll help you,” he says—so softly, only a vampire could hear him.
“Help me what?”
“I’ll help you find whatever killed your mother.”