Gabriella Poole - Blood Ties (Darke Academy)

into the room and the door closed on the boys.

‘Cassandra. Isabella.’ He bestowed reassuring smiles on each of them. ‘Thank you for coming.’

‘Not really optional, is it?’ pointed out Cassie dryly.

Sir Alric gave a brief laugh. ‘Isabella, welcome. Cassandra tells me that she has spoken with you about her … special needs. And that

you have agreed to become her life-source. I take it you’re still sure about your decision?’

Isabella smiled tightly. ‘Of course.’

‘Not many people have the luxury of choice in this matter,’ said Sir Alric gravely. ‘As you know, most roommates are unaware of the true

nature of the Few.’

‘Yes, Louis for example?’ Isabella interjected, arching an eyebrow disapprovingly. ‘He does not know that Paco is feeding from him?’

‘No, he does not. But let me assure you that whether or not the life-source is aware of what is happening to them, if it is properly

performed, the feeding process is entirely harmless.’ Sir Alric gestured towards two large, dark leather chairs. ‘Please take a seat, both of

you, and I’ll do my best to answer any questions you have before we begin.’

He sat opposite them, folding one long leg over the other and regarding them expectantly. Cassie’s heart raced – she didn’t know where

to begin. She glanced over at Isabella, but she seemed at a sudden and uncharacteristic loss for words as well. Sir Alric broke the silence.

‘Well, firstly, perhaps it might be useful for you both to think of these sessions in the same manner as any of your other lessons. What

we are hoping to achieve here is part of the core aim of the Academy – to prepare our students for life outside these hallowed walls. Indeed,

you may wish to think of the Academy itself as a training ground of sorts.’

‘Training ground?’ Cassie ventured.

‘Yes. As you know, here at the Darke Academy we select students that we believe have the potential to be suitable hosts for the Few. The

academic setting provides the chosen Few with the opportunity to obtain the skills and personal connections necessary to become leading

members of society.’

‘And the rest are just here as snacks?’ Cassie was becoming less sure about this idea by the second.

‘The other students,’ continued Sir Alric, unruffled, ‘serve a vital role in our world. And by extension, the world at large. In giving of

themselves – their life-energy – they help to nurture our future leaders, artists and scientists – individuals vital to humanity. And in return,

they are the beneficiaries of an unrivalled, world-class education that will stand them in good stead in their own lives.’

Cassie let out a mirthless laugh. ‘Vital to humanity … ?’ she began, but Isabella leaned forward and held up one hand.

‘But why do you have to do it without our consent? And why does each member of the Few have to feed on their roommate, in

particular?’ she asked, her brow lined with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Sir Alric steepled his fingers and began again cautiously. ‘Over the years, we have found that secrecy is the best policy. Not everyone

would be as accepting of the Few as you have been, Isabella. If the world knew the truth about us – about our strengths and skills and

what we need to do to maintain them – how long do you think it would be before we found ourselves branded monsters? Feared and

persecuted wherever we went. No. There is safety in secrecy, and it is for that reason that most members of the Few choose to keep their

roommates ignorant of what is happening to them.’

Isabella nodded.

‘As for why we insist that each member of the Few feeds only on their roommate,’ continued Sir Alric, ‘if the Few were allowed to feed at

random, there would be the risk that one student might be fed on by more than one of the Few, losing too much of their life-energy. It is

when that happens that feeding can become dangerous. But if each member of the Few only feeds from their roommate, that danger is

avoided. It is merely a precaution, another measure of how seriously we take your safety.’

Cassie was shaking her head.

‘Is there a problem, Cassandra?’

‘You make it sound so easy. But what about Keiko and Alice? What about what happened to Jess, huh? What about the Few who decide

that they’re not going to follow the rules of your so-called system?’ She almost spat the last word.

‘In any society, there are those who stray from the path of law. When that happens, they are punished.’

Cassie laughed incredulously. Jake’s angry words from their computer science lesson rang in her ears. ‘So Katerina was punished for

killing Jake’s sister by being expelled? Call me unreasonable, but that’s one case where the punishment doesn’t seem to fit the crime.’

Sir Alric unfolded himself from his chair and stood up, his expression hardening. Cassie felt a pang of fear alongside her anger and