“Human blood no longer fulfills them. There’s something different with the composition of the vampire blood that allows the Highers to maintain their looks and strength. There’s a rumor going around that the Highers are becoming immune to the effects of the vampires’ blood and they need to come up with a different solution or their race may end.”
It’s all starting to make perfect sense. The bite of Gabrielle. The Highers feeding on the vampires, but why does it feel like something’s missing?
“When I was captured by Monarch and Gabrielle they told me they needed me alive to save their race,” I tell him. “Why?”
“I’m not sure… it would make sense, though, since the vampire’s blood is beginning to lose its effectiveness for them.” He pauses. “They’re probably trying to go back to the original source again. Start over and find another cure.” He clasps his hands together in front of him, contemplating something. “Whatever happens, we must make sure they don’t capture you again. We can’t risk them finding a cure if they are beginning to weaken.”
I note Mathew’s pale eyes again. “You never did explain to me why you look like a Higher,” I point out with wariness.
“Before I left the colony, I injected myself with one of the viruses that I believed to be a cure from the bite of a vampire. It had no effect on me until I was bitten a few weeks ago.” He spreads his hands out to the side of him. “This is what has happened since then.”
Aiden leans forward in his chair, his leg pushing against mine from under the table. I wonder if he’s doing it on purpose or if he even knows he is. “So, you are trying to tell us that you were bitten by a vampire weeks ago and are still alive? Because I find all of this hard to believe.”
Nichelle shoots Aiden a harsh look, her jaw tightening. “It’s true. We had some vampires break through our barricades. We lost many of our people.” She looks at Mathew with pride. “Mathew tried to defend the town, but was bitten on the leg.”
He returns her grin and she directs her attention back to Aiden, her eyes darkening. “A few weeks have passed and here he stands, not infected at all.”
Mathew looks at her sadly. “I haven’t turned yet, but I can feel it coming. It’s only a matter of time.”
“What do you mean it’s only a matter of time? How can you tell?” Greyson asks curiously. He’s been so quiet through all this, I almost forgot her was there.
Mathew seems uncomfortable with the question and shifts in his chair, moving forward then deciding to lean back again, as though he can’t figure out what to do with himself. “I started hallucinating that my skin was falling off. I’ve actually had to check in the mirror several times to make sure it’s not real.”
Aiden raises his eyebrows at me, bumps my knee from under the table and then whispers, “Do you really believe him?”
I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything anymore.
“Are you sure that you’re not putting anyone at risk; that you’re not changing?” I ask Mathew.
“Mathew wouldn’t put anybody at risk,” Nichelle snaps. “He’s always been the one who tries to help others.”
Mathew puts his hand on Nichelle’s and gives her an affectionate look. “Nichelle’s right. If I think that I’m becoming dangerous to anyone, I’ll make sure the right thing is done.”
Greyson looks at Mathew with disappointment. “So your change has only been delayed. Does that mean that there’s no cure?” He frowns.
Mathew takes a folded piece of paper out of his pocket then he puts it onto the table and smoothes out the wrinkles. There’s something written on it, but since I can’t read. I don’t know what it says.
“Not too long ago a man came in search of me,” he says. “He claimed to be sent here by Monarch, and he told me that Monarch wasn’t sure if I was still alive, but if I was, he was to deliver this paper to me. From what I remember of Monarch’s handwriting, I’m pretty sure the man wasn’t lying and Monarch did write this.” He taps his finger on the paper.
“What does it say?” I ask, glancing at Aiden, wondering if he can read it.
“Apparently, Monarch had a change of heart and wanted to reverse the damage that he caused,” Mathew explains. “He finally discovered a cure and wrote it down. He was afraid that he’d be caught, so he hid the information in his office at the colony.”
I know what papers he’s talking about. The one’s that Sylas and I found earlier. I’m not sure why Monarch would tell Mathew about it when he was so careful to make sure that he removed all my memories and put them into Aiden, so that his plans to save the world would stay hidden.
“Why did he tell you about it?” I ask Mathew with caution.
“He told me about everything in this letter… his plans for an army of Day Takers and how you’re the only Day Walker. He wanted a backup plan to make sure that there was someone else that knew about the cure. I guess, because I wasn’t happy when the virus was created, he assumed that I’d want to make sure a cure was found.”
“So what we need are those papers that are hidden?” Aiden asks, raking his fingers through his hair, leaving it sticking up everywhere. “If they are still even there.”
“They’re there,” I tell them. They all look at me inquisitively, waiting for me to explain further.
“How do you know?” Nichelle asks skeptically, glancing at the knife in front of me.
“Because I’ve already found them,” I tell them, putting my hand over the knife, ready to use it if needed.
“You have them?” Mathew asks, his eyes lighting up.
I shake my head. “I had them. But when Sylas and I were attacked, I dropped them.”
“Do you think that Gabrielle has them?” Aiden asks, frowning.
I bite my lip, deliberating. “I don’t think so. There were other papers scattered all over the room to begin with, so I’m pretty sure that no one even noticed when I dropped them, but then again, I can’t be one-hundred percent sure.” I can’t be one-hundred percent sure of anything.
“Then we should go get them,” Nichelle says with way too much enthusiasm. “If we hurry, maybe we can make the cure before…” She trails off as she glances over at Mathew.
She’s right. We should go get the papers and bring them back. Mathew is one of the original doctors. He has a better chance of understanding what Monarch wrote down. He may be able to make the cure. Besides, even though I don’t want to think about it, there’s a chance that if I go back, I can find Sylas. I hate that I’m getting my hopes up, though, when deep down I know it’s never going to happen. Sylas is gone.