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Fallen

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by Lauren Kate

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  Yours psychotically,A Luce stood with the note in her hands, unsure about what to do next. She was relieved to read that Arriane was being taken care of, but she still wished she could see the girl in person. She wanted to hear the nonchalance in Arrianes voice for herself, so that shed know how to feel about what had happened in the cafeteria today. But standing there in the hallway, Luce was ever more uncertain how to process the days events. A quiet panic filled her when it finally registered that she was alone, after dark, at Sword & Cross.

  Behind her, a door cracked open. A sliver of white light opened up on the floor beneath her feet. Luce heard music being played inside a room.

  "Whatcha doin?" It was Roland, standing in his doorway in a torn white T-shirt and jeans. His dreads were gathered in a yellow rubber band on top of his head and he held a harmonica up next to his lips.

  "I came to see Arriane," Luce said, trying to keep herself from looking past him to see if anyone else was in the room. "We were supposed to - "

  "Nobodys home," he said, cryptically. Luce didnt know if he meant Arriane, or the rest of the kids in the dorm, or what. He played a few bars on the harmonica, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. Then he held open the door a little bit wider and raised his eyebrows. She couldnt tell whether or not he was inviting her to come in.

  "Well, I was just swinging by on my way to the library," she lied quickly, turning back the way shed come. "Theres a book I need to check out. "

  "Luce," Roland called.

  She turned around. They hadnt officially met yet, and she hadnt expected him to know her name. His eyes flashed a smile at her and he used the harmonica to point in the opposite direction. "Librarys that way," he said. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Be sure to check out the special collections in the east wing. Theyre really something. "

  "Thanks," Luce said, feeling truly grateful as she changed course. Roland seemed so real right then, waving and playing a few parting slides on the harmonica as she left. Maybe hed only made her nervous earlier because she thought of him as Daniels friend. For all she knew, Roland could be a really nice person. Her mood lifted as she walked down the hallway. First Arrianes note had been snappy and sarcastic, then shed had a non-awkward encounter with Roland Sparks; plus she really did want to check out the library. Things were looking up.

  Near the end of the hall, where the dorm elbowed off toward the library wing, Luce passed the only cracked-open door on the floor. There was no decorative flair on this door, but someone had painted it all black. As she got closer, Luce could hear angry heavy metal music playing inside. She didnt even have to pause to read the name on the door. It was Mollys.

  Luce quickened her steps, suddenly aware of every clop of her black riding boots on the linoleum. She didnt realize shed been holding her breath until she pushed through the wood-grained library doors and exhaled.

  A warm feeling came over Luce as she looked around the library. Shed always loved the faintly sweet musty way that only a roomful of books smelled. She took comfort in the soft occasional sound of turning pages. The library at Dover had always been her escape, and Luce felt almost overwhelmed with relief as she realized that this one might offer her the same sense of sanctuary. She could hardly believe that this place belonged to Sword & Cross. It was almost . . . it was actually . . . inviting.

  The walls were a deep mahogany and the ceilings were high. A fireplace with a brick hearth lay along one wall.

  There were long wooden tables lit by old-fashioned green lamps, and aisles of books that went on farther than she could see. The sound of her boots was hushed by a thick Persian carpet as Luce wandered past the entryway.

  A few students were studying, none that Luce knew by name, but even the more punky-looking kids seemed less threatening with their heads bent over books. She neared the main circulation desk, which was a great round station at the center of the room. It was strewn with stacks of papers and books and had a homey academic messiness that reminded Luce of her parents house. The books were piled so high that Luce almost didnt see the librarian seated behind them. She was rooting through some paperwork with the energy of someone panning for gold. Her head popped up as Luce approached.

  "Hello!" The woman smiled - she actually smiled - at Luce. Her hair was not gray but silver, with a kind of brilliance that sparkled even in the soft library light. Her face looked old and young at the same time. She had pale, almost incandescent skin, bright black eyes, and a tiny, pointed nose. When she spoke to Luce, she pushed up the sleeves of her white cashmere sweater, exposing stacks and stacks of pearl bracelets decorating both of her wrists.

  "Can I help you find something?" she asked in a happy whisper.

  Luce felt instantly at ease with this woman, and glanced down at the nameplate on her desk. Sophia Bliss. She wished she did have a library request. This woman was the first authority figure shed seen all day whose help she would actually have wanted to seek out. But she was just here wandering around . . . and then she remembered what Roland Sparks had said.

  "Im new here," she explained. "Lucinda Price. Could you tell me where the east wing is?"

  The woman gave Luce a you-look-like-the-reading-sort smile that Luce had been getting from librarians all her life.

  "Right that way," she said, pointing toward a row of tall windows on the other side of the room. "Im Miss Sophia, and if my rosters correct, youre in my religion seminar on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Oh, were going to have some fun!" She winked. "In the meantime, if you need anything else, Im here. A pleasure to meet you, Luce. "

  Luce smiled her thanks, told Miss Sophia happily that shed see her tomorrow in class, and started toward the windows. It was only after shed left the librarian that she wondered about the strange, intimate way the woman had called her by her nickname.

  Shed just cleared the main study area and was passing through the tall, elegant book stacks when something dark and macabre passed over her head. She glanced up.

  No. Not here. Please. Let me just have this one place.

  When the shadows came and went, Luce was never sure exactly where they ended up - or how long they would be gone.

  She couldnt figure out what was happening now. Something was different. She was terrified, yes, but she didnt feel cold. In fact, she felt a little bit flushed. The library was warm, but it wasnt that warm. And then her eyes fell on Daniel.

  He was facing the window, his back to her, leaning over a podium that said SPECIAL COLLECTIONS in white letters. The sleeves of his worn leather jacket were pushed up around his elbows, and his blond hair glowed under the lights. His shoulders were hunched over, and yet again, Luce had an instinct to fold herself into them. She shook it from her head and stood on tiptoe to get a better look at him. From here, she couldnt be certain, but he looked like he was drawing something.

  As she watched the slight movement of his body as he sketched, Luces insides felt like they were burning, like shed swallowed something hot. She couldnt figure out why, against all reason, she had this wild premonition that Daniel was drawing her.

  She shouldnt go to him. After all, she didnt even know him, had never actually spoken to him. Their only communication so far had included one middle finger and a couple of dirty looks. Yet for some reason, it felt very important to her that she find out what was on that sketchpad.

  Then it hit her. The dream shed had the night before. The briefest flash of it came back to her all of a sudden. In the dream, it had been late at night - damp and chilly, and shed been dressed in something long and flowing. She leaned up against a curtained window in an unfamiliar room. The only other person there was a man . . . or a boy - she never got to see his face. He was sketching her likeness on a thick pad of paper. Her hair. Her neck. The precise outline of her profile. She stood behind him, too afraid to let him know she was watching, too intrigued to turn away.

  Luce jerked forward as she felt something pinch the back of her shoulder, then float over her
head. The shadow had resurfaced. It was black and as thick as a curtain.

  The pounding of her heart grew so loud that it filled her ears, blocking out the dark rustle of the shadow, blocking out the sound of her footsteps. Daniel glanced up from his work and seemed to raise his eyes to exactly where the shadow hovered, but he didnt start the way she had.

  Of course, he couldnt see them. His focus settled calmly outside the window.

  The heat inside her grew stronger. She was close enough now that she felt like he must be able to feel it coming off her skin.

  As quietly as she could, Luce tried to peer over his shoulder at his sketchpad. For just a second, her mind saw the curve of her own bare neck sketched in pencil on the page. But then she blinked, and when her eyes settled back on the paper, she had to swallow hard.

  It was a landscape. Daniel was drawing the view of the cemetery out the window in almost perfect detail. Luce had never seen anything that made her quite so sad.

  She didnt know why. It was crazy - even for her - to have expected her bizarre intuition to come true. There was no reason for Daniel to draw her. She knew that. Just like she knew hed had no reason to flip her off this morning. But he had.

  "What are you doing over here?" he asked. Hed closed his sketchbook and was looking at her solemnly. His full lips were set in a straight line and his gray eyes looked dull. He didnt look angry, for a change; he looked exhausted.

  "I came to check out a book from Special Collections," she said in a wobbly voice. But as she looked around, she quickly realized her mistake, Special Collections wasnt a section of books - it was an open area in the library for an art display about the Civil War. She and Daniel were standing in a tiny gallery of bronze busts of war heroes, glass cases filled with old promissory notes and Confederate maps. It was the only section of the library where there wasnt a single book to check out.

  "Good luck with that," Daniel said, opening up his sketchbook again, as if to say, preemptively, goodbye.

  Luce was tongue-tied and embarrassed and what she would have liked to do was escape. But then, there were the shadows, still lurking nearby, and for some reason Luce felt better about them when she was next to Daniel. It made no sense - like there was anything he could do to protect her from them.

  She was stuck, rooted to her spot. He glanced up at her and sighed.

  "Let me ask you, do you like being sneaked up on?"

  Luce thought about the shadows and what they were doing to her right now. Without thinking, she shook her head roughly.

  "Okay, that makes two of us. " He cleared his throat and stared at her, driving home the point that she was the intruder.

  Maybe she could explain that she was feeling a little light-headed and just needed to sit down for a minute. She started to say, "Look, can I - "

  But Daniel picked up his sketchbook and got to his feet. "I came here to get away," he said, cutting her off. "If youre not going to leave, I will. "

  He shoved his sketchbook into his backpack. When he pushed past, his shoulder brushed hers. Even as brief as the touch was, even through their layers of clothes, Luce felt a shock of static.

  For a second, Daniel stood still, too. They turned their heads to look back at each other, and Luce opened her mouth.

 

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