Some are carriers. Some are immune. What you are is a mystery, until it's too late. The change, or the transition from Human to Vampire, is never an easy one. For some, it is fatal, resulting in a one way ticket to your grave. For others who progress to completing the change, it's a new life for them. Onyx Academy of Dusk offers just that - a place for young Vampires to be educated, but dark forces are at work there...


1. Prologue: Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

I went out with Jake, and the strangest thing happened...

We went to our special place in the forest again. The place we share – where we meet all the time. It’s a nightmare to get there. My legs became all swollen from walking through the stinging nettles and I couldn't help but scratch them. The mosquitoes bit me too, so I looked like I’d caught chicken pox!

At least Jake would still say that I’m pretty.

Anyway, I’m still not tall enough to climb over the barbed wire fence. Instead, I went between the wires and made it to the clearing. That’s when I realised I was bleeding; I must have cut my neck on the fence somehow. It was a small cut, barely breaking the skin, but Jake made such a big fuss. He held my hand and wiped it with a tissue, and gently kissed it better.

I think that’s why it happened.

There was the tiniest drop of blood on his lips. He licked his lips, not even able to taste it. That’s how small the droplet was. Everything was normal for a while. He tickled me, and I tickled him back, and we were just talking. I picked some wildflowers for him to take home and put in his room. I made him a vase at school for them, and painted it the same colour as his walls so that it would blend in.

Apparently he took the vase with him.

The sun was beginning to set, and I knew that my parents wouldn’t let me out the next day if I was home late. I got up, kissing Jake good-bye, but he didn’t respond. His skin was pale, and his eyes were distant. Something was wrong. His breathing was so shallow, and he was stiff – he didn’t move at all.

 “What’s wrong?” I asked him. Just those two words, nothing more, but he didn’t answer me. He couldn’t answer. He was paralysed.

I stood there, staring, for what felt like hours. In reality, it was probably only a couple of seconds. I had no idea what to do. I reached out, grabbing his bare upper arms, and I shook him furiously repeating those same two words – over and over. He still didn’t answer me, but he did move. His hands clamped around mine, pushing me away, and then smoothed his vest top back into place.

 “Jake?” I whispered to him.

He looked me in the eyes, before glancing around the clearing, and charging away into the forest. He ran from me, faster than I’d ever seen him run before.

But that was over a month ago. And today he sent me a note.

My blood changed him. I’m a carrier, and I’m the reason I can’t see him anymore. He wrote about being on an island, with others just like him, and that he was sorry. His parents reported him missing, but the police stopped looking – they know something we don’t.

They know about the island.

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