Revelations by Melissa de La Cruz

Mimi, Bliss enjoyed the Committee’s new agenda. She liked discovering and using her vampire abilities, instead of merely memorizing boring facts about their history, or stuffing envelopes and critiquing caterers for extravagant events that she didn’t look forward to attending. Lessons got her blood pumping. She was thrilled to find herself adept at some of the more difficult tasks, like the mutatio, for instance.
    The senior committee had asked the younger members to arrange themselves into groups of two or three while they practiced the delicate art of metamorphosis.
    “All vampires should be able to change into smoke, or air, or fog; although most of us can transform into fire and water as well. As you might be aware, The Conspiracy saw to it that the false legends about our people perpetuated in Red Blood history are based on a modicum of truth.” Dorothea Rockefeller, their guest lecturer, chuckled as she said this. The Conspiracy was a great source of amusement to the Committee.
    “They also thought it might be suitable if the humans were led to believe that our kind can only transform into bats or rats or other creatures of the night. That way the Red Bloods would be lulled into a false sense of security during daylight hours. And while it is true that those of us who have the ability to shape-shift may choose these rather repulsive physical shapes, most of us do not. In fact, our lady Gabrielle chose a dove as her mutatus. If you are one of the few who can transform at will, you will find a shape that suits your abilities. Do not be surprised when it is one that you did not expect.”
    Bliss was one of the lucky few. She found she could switch from girl to smoke and back again, and then tried out other forms—a white horse, a black crow, a spider monkey—
    before settling into the shape of a golden lioness.
    But Schuyler simply stood in the middle of the room, getting more and more frustrated with each failed attempt. “Maybe it’s because I’m half human,” she sighed when yet another try at forcing her matter to change into a different configuration resulted in her simply falling onto the floor, still herself.
    “Hey, what’s wrong with being human?” Oliver asked, watching with fascination as Mimi Force transformed herself into a phoenix, a column of fire, and a red serpent in the space of three seconds. “Wow—she’s good.”
    “Show-off,” Bliss hissed. “Don’t worry about her. And stop laughing, Ollie. You’re distracting Schuyler!” Bliss tried not to be too smug about her success, but it was satisfying to know that Schuyler wasn’t great at everything.
    “Look, here’s what you do. You’re supposed to visualize your goal. You have to be the fog. Think like fog. Let your mind go blank. Can you feel it—a wispiness—it starts in the edge of your skin, and then …”
    Schuyler obediently closed her eyes. “Okay, I’m thinking fog. Golden Gate. San Francisco. Little cat feet. I don’t know…it’s not happening.”
    “Sshhhh,” Bliss admonished. She could already feel the transformation begin, could feel all her senses shift, could feel her very being disappear into a soft gray cloud. She was having fun imagining how she could use this new talent, when she had another vision. It hit her with a bang. The starkness of the image was like a punch in the gut.
    Dylan.
    If he’d looked merely disheveled before, he was worse now. His clothing was in tatters, his shirt ripped to shreds, his jeans torn, and his hair wild. He looked like he hadn’t eaten or slept in weeks. He was standing in front of the school gates, shaking the bars and raving like a madman.
    “What’s wrong?” Schuyler asked immediately when Bliss stumbled.
    “Dylan. He’s here.”
    That was all she needed to say.
    The three of them ran out of the Committee meeting, ignoring the curious faces of the other members, leaving the library, and running down the stairs. Their vampire speed meant Schuyler and Bliss