The Van Alen Legacy by Melissa De La Cruz

Author:Melissa De La Cruz [Cruz, Melissa De La]
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy

THIRTY-ONE

Bliss

“Is it really you? How is this possible?” Bliss asked, marveling at how well he looked. The Dylan she remembered had been skin and bones, but this Dylan looked healthy. His cheeks were pink, and his dimples were back.

“It’s really me,” Dylan assured. “You know, the Corruption, the thing that turns vampires into demons, works by drawing out the soul through the blood, and so the times that, uh . . . you know . . .”

Bliss nodded. The times that the Visitor had been in control, and had sucked Dylan’s blood, she had taken enough of his spirit into her own, so that a shell image, or a faded version, a piece of his consciousness, lived inside of hers.

“So . . . you’re alive?” Bliss asked.

“In a way,” he said. “In that I can think, and I can still feel.”

“But you’re not real, are you?” she asked.

He shook his head sadly. “No. I’m not. Not in the way that you are. I mean, no one else can see me but you.”

“Is that bad? Does it feel weird?” she asked.

For a while, Dylan merely smiled, and it was his same crooked sad little smile. “I don’t know how to explain it, but part of me is here, with you, and another part is . . . somewhere else. I don’t know, but I know I am not complete. I’m like . . . like a . . . template . . . you know, like a virtual personality trapped in a computer,” he explained.

He confirmed what she already knew: that there were dozens, possibly hundreds of other souls living within her.

“The Croatan are insane because none of the spirits have the body for enough time to make it work. They become imbalanced and unpredictable, schizo, as the humans call it. Usually because the original host spirit loses control to a strong and forceful personality.”

She shuddered. “Like I have.”

“The Visitor. Yes. But you are aware of the transgression, which means you’ve been able to resist it. And there’s something else that’s different about you. Do you know what it is?”

“Not really.”

“Your human familiar, Morgan. Remember him?”

Bliss remembered the cute young photo assistant from the Montserrat shoot.

“The Red Blood is poison to Croatan, and yet it did not harm you. Which means, part of you is still uncorrupted. And also, you have me,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“I keep them from you. I guard the wall,” he said. “that’s the best way I can put it. Imagine there’s a curtain that stands between your consciousness and the others. I’m that curtain.”

“So basically all that stands between me and the crazies is . . . you?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Me.”

Bliss cracked a smile. Suddenly she didn’t feel so alone anymore. She had someone to talk to, and someone who understood exactly what was happening to her. “I like those odds,” she said.

She was about to say something else when she was suddenly overcome with rage, a debilitating, inchoate rage, she felt as

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