I got up and ran back to my grandfather’s study. There was one way to talk to Seth. He was Mr. Sangre’s adopted child, after all. Grandfather was still asleep. Mr. Sangre looked up from his book as I entered.
“Do you have a phone number that I can reach Seth at?” I asked. Since we had returned to when we had left, Mr. Sangre should have already met the boys on their return weeks ago. Seth didn’t have a cell phone, but I doubted his house didn’t have a phone.
“I can give you the number to call Ty. He stayed back at their house for the holiday,” Mr. Sangre said. “But I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, Mari. You won’t be able to reach Seth by phone. He didn’t come back with Ty.”
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The Blue Eyes Trilogy (YA paranormal/urban fantasy)
The Legend of the Blue Eyes
- Arianna Grace gets a big present for her sixteenth birthday. Surprise! You are a night human who needs to drink blood. Before her birthday, Arianna always wondered about the past she couldn’t remember. She loved her aunt and uncle, but something always felt like it was missing. On her birthday, she turns into a dearg-dul, and finds she now cannot live without blood. She must quickly adapt to a new life, in a role she wasn’t prepared for, to survive the night human world, where she is part of two warring clans. -Read the first chapters below-
Becoming a Legend
- Arianna finds that being a legend is much easier than becoming a legend when people all around her have been holding back secrets. There isn’t one person in her new life who doesn’t have a secret. People around her want her power, and will use those secrets to bring conflict in her world. Now Arianna must try to find the truth before she does something she will regret.
Winning the Legend
- It is time for Arianna to deal with the fate she has been dealt. Fourteen men have gathered to compete to win her, even though she would much rather just run away with Andrew. Running isn’t an option, though, as she wants to save her clans. Running will just bring war, which she wants to avoid at all costs. With new enemies and allies, it is time for Arianna to stand up and fight for her own future.
The Legend of the Blue Eyes- Chapter 1
“Auntie, I’m leaving now,” Arianna called into the busy diner kitchen from the stairwell. Her dark blonde ponytail bobbed up and down as she jumped back onto the next step to avoid a passing worker. The short, black-haired woman in the middle of the mob of people, dirty pans, and food only nodded. To avoid the early dinner crowd, Arianna hurried out the back door of the diner into the alley. It was Friday, the one day of the week Arianna Grace did not help with the diner run by her guardians, Aunt Lilly and Uncle Dean.
“Don’t forget to come straight home. We need to leave tonight at midnight to catch our plane,” a large man yelled from behind her. Arianna briefly nodded and waved to her uncle as she turned the corner.
Arianna ran to the nearby bus stop and ducked into the bus stop shelter to escape the light rain. Raindrops accumulated on the plastic enclosure and trickled to the ground as she waited. Across the street, an old man shuffling along with his small, black dog waved to her as he continued to be led by a much younger dog. Every Friday, Arianna took the same bus to meet with her friends at the movie theater. As the rain picked up, Arianna rushed from the bus shelter, and darted through the open door of the waiting bus.
“Hi, Fred,” Arianna said to Robert, the portly bus driver, as she swiped her pass.
“Five o’clock movie, Ethel?” he replied with a wink.
“Is there any better time?” she responded as she passed the normal riders: the dark-haired, tall girl always dressed in ripped, purple fishnet stockings that matched the streak in her hair; the clean-shaven, young, bald businessman wearing a suit and tie; the older, gray-haired couple who shopped each Friday near the theater; the two twenty-something boys she always assumed were brothers that went to the gym to play basketball; and the cute blond-haired, blue-eyed boy from her math class that always sat in the back corner. Just like Arianna, they all rode the five o’clock bus to the parking lot next to the theater.
“What’s playing today?” the young black man asked.
“It’s Mary Ellen’s choice,” Arianna answered, sitting behind him. “So, I’m guessing it will be that new teen romance. I dunno the name.”
“Something Roses, I think,” he replied, putting his business papers away at her arrival.
“It’s my choice next week,” Arianna replied. “I’ll make sure to pick something bloody, with a lot of action to make up for this week.” The man smiled and chuckled. To the outside world, Arianna was just a shy fifteen-year-old, but around her friends, she was her normal, bubbly self.
As they neared the parking lot, Arianna walked to the front of the bus. “Fred, can you let me off by the theater before you turn?” The driver nodded as the rain poured down faster. He checked each of her hands. “No umbrella. I didn’t know it was supposed to rain,” she explained.
“Have fun, kiddo,” he replied as he stopped the bus as near to the door as he could get. “Keep dry.” Arianna smiled and waved as she ran from the bus to the theater door. The driver smiled back as he pulled from the curb. Everyone on the bus knew life hadn’t been easy for Arianna, but despite everything she was always cheerful and friendly.
Arianna hurried through the door and out of the rain. She scanned the lobby, but her friends hadn’t arrived yet. As she had each time since she started Friday night movies with her two best friends, Arianna went to the concession stand and ordered her usual large popcorn and small drink. As he had each week for the past six months, the teenager behind the counter filled the empty popcorn bowl that was sitting alone near the drinks instead of one from the stack near the popcorn. Arianna nodded her head in thanks as she took the bowl and carefully swiped her hand beneath the cardboard edge. She cautiously pulled the note from the bowl and slipped it into her sleeve.
Arianna sat down in the lobby and waited for her friends. She was eager to read the note, but she had to be careful. The writer had warned her if anyone found out about the notes they had been exchanging, she would get into trouble. It had been over six months now since she received the first one. In the beginning, she thought it was a prank done by her friends, but both Mary Ellen and Tish had no idea what she was talking about therefore she didn’t respond to the notes. It was obvious the person knew who she was, but not knowing who the writer was, Arianna had only glanced at the early messages. It wasn’t until the person told her that they knew her mother and father that Arianna began to seriously read each one. She had only a very faint memory of her father, who died when she was four, and none of her mother, who died the day she was born. No one, including her aunt and uncle, would talk about either of her parents. Arianna didn’t even know if her guardians were siblings of her mother or father. They were the only family she had ever met, and neither talked about their families or her parents. The complete silence about her past, and lack of any family, often disappointed Arianna as a child. Though she never felt sorry for herself, she couldn’t help but be interested in notes from someone who claimed to know her parents.
Her return notes began with little questions Arianna had always hoped someone would answer. What color were my father’s eyes? What color was my mother’s hair? Was she pretty? Each week, she got answers to her questions: blue like yours; dark brown; extremely. And again she would think of more questions. Last week she finally got the courage to ask the writer to meet her in person. Arianna knew the dangers of meeting a complete stranger, but she had so many questions that remained unanswered and the note-writer had all of the information she could want. There was nothing she had thought yet that he or she could not answer.
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Arianna tapped on the full popcorn bowl as she waited for her friends. She scanned the room as always, studying each person. Could the middle-aged man in the corner with the blue button-down shirt be the writer? Or was it the flamboyant woman with bright red lipstick bending over the concession counter, trying to get free food? Arianna studied each person as she waited, but she had yet to see the same person twice at the theater. Not even the teenager behind the concession counter was the same.
“Hey, earth to Ari,” Mary Ellen said as she tapped Arianna’s head. “You were supposed to wait for us outside the theater,” she reminded her friend. “We were going to pay for you this week for your birthday.”
Arianna shrugged as she stopped searching the room. “But it isn’t my birthday yet.”
“Today is close enough,” Tish replied.
“Only forty-eight hours and you’ll be sixteen. Do you feel any older?” Mary Ellen teased.
“Terribly,” Arianna replied. “Soon I’ll be an old maid, just like you.” Mary Ellen pretended to frown.
“You leave tonight then?” Tish asked, sitting next to her friend.
“Yeah. They still haven’t told me where we’re going. They said it’s a surprise,” Arianna complained. It wasn’t that she disliked being surprised, but from the way her aunt and uncle were acting, they were purposely hiding something from her. Arianna hated secrets, and this was a secret, not a surprise.
“Well, you’re still just a child,” Mary Ellen replied, patting her shorter friend’s head. “Children don’t need the details.” Mary Ellen grinned, trying to make light of the situation. Everyone always assumed Arianna was years younger than her friends due to her height.
“You should talk. You’re only two weeks older than me. I may be shorter, but at least I look older than you,” Arianna responded, tugging her friend’s dark brown braid. “The worst of this whole trip is the dress Aunt Lilly bought. It’s pink and shiny and has lots of lace. She said I needed to have a formal dress. I thought she meant something you would wear to prom or homecoming, but instead she brought home this very ugly dress. I’ve no idea where she plans to make me wear it, but when I finally get my hands on it, I’ll have fix it as much as I can. It really seems quite hopeless right now.”
“The lace should be easy to get rid of, but you can’t change the color or fabric so easily,” Tish replied, knowing her friend hated light pink. Arianna had spent years being referred to as a little kid by everyone, including strangers, due to her petite frame; pink didn’t help the situation any. Even though Arianna looked young, she wanted to be treated just the same as everyone else her age.
“We should go find seats,” Mary Ellen suggested.
Arianna stood to follow her friends, but quickly changed her mind.
“Here,” she said, handing her drink and popcorn to Tish. “I’ll be right back.” Normally Arianna waited until after the movie to read the note, but she was too anxious today.
Heading to the bathroom, Arianna ran into the nearest empty stall. She pulled the delicate paper from her sleeve. She carefully opened the note and memorized it.
Meet me at nine o’clock, behind the diner. Offer to take out the trash, and make sure to wait out of view of the back door. Don’t wear anything electronic, or any jewelry, or they will track you.
PS: When you pack your bags for your trip, take anything of value with you.
Arianna threw the note into the toilet and flushed it away. Early on, the writer had informed her that her movements were monitored by an unnamed person. She had always wondered why her aunt would buy her such an expensive cell phone when they didn’t have a lot of money until she found it had GPS tracking in it. The person writing the notes was correct. Aunt Lilly could be overprotective, but Arianna had never given her a reason to be. The only thing that made sense was that it had to do with the past that both her aunt and uncle refused to talk about. Hopefully her mysterious correspondent would answer the questions Aunt Lilly would not.
Arianna hurried back to her waiting friends. She hated to lie to them about the notes, but she kept reassuring herself that she wasn’t lying, just withholding information. From the initial note experience, her friends thought she should tell her aunt about it, and if she told her aunt, she would never get the answers to her questions.
Arianna sat patiently though the movie, daydreaming in her own world. Who was this person that knows so much about her mother and father? Was he or she a friend or someone trying to set her up? How could they know so much, and yet, her own aunt and uncle always replied that they didn’t know the answers? As a child Arianna could tell from early on that the subject of her mother and father was painful for her aunt to even listen to, so she turned to her uncle. He, on the other hand, just outright refused to answer any questions. When Arianna searched the home for photos or memorabilia of her parents, she found nothing. She always thought it strange that the photo albums started when she was five. Later, through her correspondence with her mystery friend, she found the photos were all a year after her father died. Arianna couldn’t understand how there could be nothing of her parents or her life before those albums.
“So, you leave tonight?” Mary Ellen asked as they walked outside into the wet air and fading sunlight.
“Yep. It’s a bit strange, but we leave at midnight,” Arianna replied as she halted near the bus stop.
“We can give you a ride home,” Tish offered, as her mother pulled a car to the curb and waved to the girls.
“Don’t worry about it,” Arianna replied. “I live in the opposite direction. Fred should be back soon, anyway.” Arianna had found, after her first few trips, that the bus she rode to the theater could make its loop in three hours and return to bring her home. Her friends climbed into the waiting green car.
“We’ll see you in a week,” Mary Ellen called. Arianna nodded as she waved to her friends.
She had told her friends she would be home in a week, but her aunt had only said it was possible they would return in a week. The whole trip was very strange. They refused to explain why they were leaving so late, where they were going, where they were staying, how long they would be gone, or even why they were going in the first place. Arianna was beginning to feel that even her secret correspondent knew more about her trip than she did. For weeks they refused to even give her a time they would return. It wasn’t until Arianna bugged her aunt every ten minutes for an entire day that she was finally given a tentative return date.
“So, was it good?” the bus driver asked, opening the door.
“If you like that lovey-dovey stuff,” she replied.
“Your choice next week?” he asked, as she sat down near the front door.
“I’ll be gone next week, but the week after I’ll choose something much more interesting.” Arianna sat and stared out the front window. She had ridden the bus so many times she could picture each stop without looking out the window. The rain began again, lightly. Arianna sat in silence for the remainder of the ride home. Who was this writer? Was it safe to just go meet someone who obviously didn’t have her guardian’s approval?
The rattling of the empty bus didn’t help calm her nerves. Arianna always knew she was an orphan. Every time she was asked what her parents did for jobs, she would have to explain that they were dead. Her lack of parents affected her attitude, and made her want to please her aunt and uncle. Without them, Arianna felt she would be homeless. This was the first time she had ever thought of deceiving them.
“I’ll see you in two weeks, Fred,” Arianna said as she cheerfully bounced off the bus. The driver nodded.
“Then have fun in those two weeks, Ethel,” he replied. “By the way, happy birthday, kiddo. Soon enough you won’t need me to drive you around.” Arianna smiled and waved to the older man as the door shut.
Arianna ran around the diner to the back door. It was past eight o’clock, so the front door would be locked by now. Briefly, Arianna peered into the kitchen before heading upstairs. As expec
ted, it was almost empty. Aunt Lilly was done for the night, and was in the living room folding laundry as Arianna opened the door to their apartment.
“How was the movie?” she asked.
“Okay, if you like love stories,” Arianna replied.
“You just wait,” Aunt Lilly responded. “Someday you’ll fall in love, and your opinion on love stories will change.” Arianna rolled her eyes. Aunt Lilly always preached about the benefits of falling in love and how love can change a person. “Have you finished packing yet? All the laundry is done, so if you need something here, just take it.”
“I’m almost done,” Arianna replied, walking through the small living room to her bedroom. “I can help downstairs after I pack the rest of my stuff.” Aunt Lilly nodded. Lilly and Dean had never asked Arianna to help with the diner, but she always offered. Small tears trickled down Aunt Lilly’s cheeks as her eyes glazed over. Arianna moved across the room quietly and put her arms around her aunt. It didn’t happen often, but when she began to cry, it was a sign that Aunt Lilly needed a hug. “I love you, Aunt Lilly,” Arianna said quietly, as her aunt tried to quickly wipe the tears away.
“I can’t believe it’s been ten years already,” Lilly said as she hugged Arianna back. “Time goes by so fast. I wish I could sprinkle some magic dust on you and keep you a child forever.”
“Now do you really want that?” Arianna teased. “I thought the last time we had this talk you told me how proud you were that I was growing up.”
“I wish I could have both,” Aunt Lilly complained.
“I better finish my packing and get the diner cleaned with Uncle Dean,” Arianna said, letting go of her aunt. Aunt Lilly smiled at Arianna. Arianna might not be her biological child, but Lilly had never doubted for a moment that Arianna loved her like a mother.