Blood Past - By Samantha Young Page 0,1
believe her. He knew she was being petulant. “Well, I didn’t lie about Naruto. I really did enjoy it.”
She scoffed. “Yeah right.”
“Eden-”
“Noah, leave it,” Valeria interrupted and Eden twisted her head around to stare at the ancient warrior. Valeria was a tall, leggy, exotic woman, with dark eyes and dark brown hair. She was roughly two thousand years old and one of ten members of the immortal Warriors of Ankh Board of Authority – it was called The Circle. The Circle was put in place to rule and organise, not only themselves, but also their brethren - the vastly more populated mortal Warriors of Neith, without whom the Ankh would not exist. A Warrior of Ankh could only be borne by the Neith, identified by the Ankh-shaped birthmark all Ankhs were born with on their body. The Ankh child was promptly handed over to The Circle and given to a member of the Ankh to be raised as their own. In Eden’s case, her father, Ryan, a particularly perverse and evil soul eater, kidnapped Eden’s mother, Merrit, a Warrior of Ankh, and raped her. All because he’d read somewhere about a stupid legend that said a soul eater had managed to impregnate the normally infertile Ankh, producing a soul eater so strong it had taken the most powerful warriors to destroy him. Wanting to create his own little super race of soul eaters, Ryan experimented with Merrit and the experiment paid off. Merrit fell pregnant but managed to escape back to her husband. However, Ryan found her and had the babe cut from her body and she died. The babe he took home and raised, a legendary child of mixed blood called the Unforeseen. Eden. Eden was the Unforeseen. Not that she’d known any of this until Noah came to her school six months ago, struck up a FAKE friendship with her, broke her heart, destroyed her life and handed her over to the Ankh.
That last part she couldn’t be mad at him for though.
Her eyes caught Valeria’s and a powerful understanding flowed between them. Thousands of years ago, Valeria had been one of the Unforeseen as well, but her guardian, Cyrus, discovered a cure for the hunger, a cure that destroyed the soul eater heritage and made the Unforeseen a pureblood Ankh. The cure was blood itself. The blood of the Unforeseen’s human bloodline.
“I’m not doing anything,” Noah snapped. “She spoke to me.”
“Oh please.” Eden rolled her eyes.
“Eden.”
The warning rumble originated from the doorway of the pilot’s cabin. She looked up guiltily as Cyrus frowned at her reprovingly. He knew she was deliberately trying to bait Noah. She’d barely known Cyrus two weeks and she felt as if he knew more about her than anybody else. Well perhaps not as well as Noah, but he was certainly getting there. He told her it was because she was so much like her mother Merrit. And Merrit had been Cyrus’ wife.
Now Cyrus was her guardian.
In a way she couldn’t have asked for a better guardian. Cyrus was the Princeps. The leader of The Circle, and the man with the highest authority among all warriors. He was also about twenty five hundred years older than her which made him possibly the most powerful Ankh on the planet with the exception of some guy called Darius she had never met, who was the oldest of the Ankh. He gave over the title of Princeps to Cyrus because he was sick of the politics and just wanted to kill soul eaters. Sounded like a fun guy.
“Cyrus, she didn’t do anything,” Valeria interceded casually, drawing her legs down off the leather sofa so Cyrus could take a seat.
“She’s baiting Noah.”
Eden bit her lip, her cheeks feeling a little warm. Jeez, she wasn’t going to be able to get away with anything around this dude.
“She’s not, I’m fine,” Noah insisted and Eden growled in his direction. He shrugged.
“Eden, do you need the drug?” Cyrus asked, sitting back casually. “We have been on the plane for hours.”
“Are we nearly there yet?”
“Another hour.”
Good. She couldn’t wait to get off the damn thing. It was her first time on a plane but truth be told the excited enjoyment she’d felt had quickly dissipated after the first two hours. The jet was spacious and she had been able to walk about, but it was still like being stuck in a fat, stylish tube for 6 hours.
Only another hour. And then she would be in Scotland where she would meet her