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message 1: by Samantha (new)

Samantha (samanthan) | 30 comments Mod
Has anyone read the chapter Jack's Story: The Lie that Concealed the Truth? It's available on and I think in select copies of Revelations.

For those of you who have read it: What did you think? I thought it should have been in the book. I thought it was heartbreaking how Schuyler left Jack by lying to him and saying she loved Oliver all along. Which was kind of true... but she also loves Jack still. And this chapter also makes what happened with Jack and Mimi in the epilogue make more sense. When Mimi arrived, Jack had just had his heart broken and was just boiling with emotions- her provoking him just caused him to explode. I'm not justifying the violence that happened... but it makes more sense.

ⓘsⓐbεℓℓⓐ  | 24 comments Jack actually loves Schuylar, I was both shocked and happy. I mean he could have been playing with her feelings and just liked her because she looked like her mother right?

ⓘsⓐbεℓℓⓐ  | 24 comments Can we have a Blue Blood's rp for The Van Allen Legacy?

message 4: by Samantha (new)

Samantha (samanthan) | 30 comments Mod
Sure I'll make one. role-play right? maybe you could take the lead in that when I make it, Isabella, because I've never done rp.

message 5: by Beya (new)

Beya Penn (smily1410) | 22 comments ooooh! i wanna do that!
but i kinda dont know how :/

ⓘsⓐbεℓℓⓐ  | 24 comments It's okay, I'll be a side character so I can lead you all in the right direction.

ⓘsⓐbεℓℓⓐ  | 24 comments It's basically reading someone else's comments and adding what your own character is doing at that time. Look at other rps for ideas, there's a ton of them!

message 8: by Caitlin (new)

Caitlin (xodancer) | 3 comments Where is Jack's story? I went onto her website but I can't find it :/

ⓘsⓐbεℓℓⓐ  | 24 comments It's on here some where. I'll try to find and when I do, I'll repost it here.

message 10: by ⓘsⓐbεℓℓⓐ (last edited Mar 26, 2010 03:03PM) (new)

ⓘsⓐbεℓℓⓐ  | 24 comments ((I couldn't find the link but here is the story))

It is my turn to wait. Funny that in all these months we have been meeting, it was always she who had waited for me. It was never my intention to make her wait, but my path to this place has been the more complicated one.

I flip through the pages of Anna Karenina. The book I had slipped under her door before she left. The book that I found in my locker this morning, returned to me. The light is good here—I can see all of downtown from the windows. The city is quiet and still outside. There are no cabs honking, no dogs barking, no ambulances wailing. Instead all is silenced. An eerie calm.

The door opens slowly. The moment I see her face, I know something is wrong. I expected it, and yet I am still wounded by it. She does not run into my arms as before, and her eyes are clouded and gray. She displays none of that happiness to see me that I took so much delight in for so long. Only a grim acceptance.

“I am sorry about your grandfather,” I say. “Your loss is shared by all.” When the news came—that Corcovado had broken, that Leviathan walks the earth once again—I did not react as many of us did, with shock and fear. Instead I felt the old blood in these veins stir with vengeance. We will avenge each of our lost brothers and sisters. World-Breaker is waiting. We will not despair or retreat. We will fight. And we will win. War has come to us once again, and this time we will vanquish our foes for eternity. I am almost looking forward to it.

At the mention of Lawrence, her eyes become bright. She nods curtly. “He died because of me.”

“He died to protect you. It was his duty.”

She stands so still at the doorway, as if she doesn’t know what to do or what to say. And yet I already know. She will tell me that we must stop meeting because the coven will need me now, and that she will be saving me by taking herself away….But she could not be more wrong. Everything in my life depends on her being part of it.

When we first met, I was struck by her resemblance to her mother. But contrary to what many thought about my relationship with Gabrielle, we had a deep and affectionate friendship, nothing more. I loved her as an ally, and because she was our queen. I love her daughter in a completely different way. I love her because she has become something more to me. She has become my life.

“Come here,” I say gently. “Sit down.”

She shakes her head. “No. I…I can’t stay.”

“You want us to stop meeting.” I have to say it because she will not.


“Because you think it is dangerous for me. Someone has told you something—my sister, perhaps.” I cannot say Mimi’s name in her presence, and vice versa. I cannot think of Mimi without thinking of the pain I am bringing her, and therefore choose the easier path: not to think of her at all. I am a coward.



She walks over, closer to the fire, and addresses her words to the flames. “I can’t meet you anymore, Jack, because I would be lying to myself for the reasons I’m here.”

“And what is that reason?”

“That I love you.”

“And that reason no longer exists, is that it?” My voice is light, playful. She is not a natural flirt; she is so serious always, my love. It amuses me a little. Of course she loves me. She is doing this precisely because she loves me.


“Another of my sister’s ideas, isn’t this? ‘Tell Jack you no longer love him. It is the only way to set him free.’ As if I were a caged bird or a pet lion.” I smile. She is so brave and full of courage, my darling. She will lose me to save me. She is ready to make that sacrifice, but I want her to know it is not necessary. I can fight for both of us, and I will.

“No.” She looks at me, and her face is full of anguish. “No, that’s not it.”

It has been centuries since I have felt fear. I do not know fear. I do not have this weakness, and yet, something in her face, in her voice—frightens me. This is no girlish deception, no half-hearted attempt. I marvel at my fear, at the novelty of it. It is like ice in my throat. It is lodged there; I cannot breathe. I cannot swallow.

Before I can say anything, she speaks, and the bluntness of her words strikes me as nothing has struck me before.

“I don’t love you anymore because I haven’t been honest with myself. And I haven’t been honest with you. I love someone else. I always have.”

A cruel joke. I want to laugh but I don’t. I want to crumple to the ground, but my pride will not let me. I have never heard these words before. I do not understand them. Someone else? There is someone else? This is a trick. Another deception. Another excuse my sister has planted….surely she cannot be…she is lying…

She is telling the truth.

Of all the vampires in the world, I should know. I do not need the blood trial to find out. I can sense it—the truth is written all over her face. Her sadness. She is sad for me. She feels sorry—for me! I find her pity more disturbing than her words. It is ghastly and unimaginable.

How did she have time for someone else? I know our meetings were too few and far apart. But it was necessary to keep her safe. If I had a choice, but I did not—we would have been together always. I lived for those moments we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive. Centuries I have slumbered until we met. And I had a plan for us. I had a future in mind. I wanted to share it with her and was waiting for the right moment. But the best-laid plans of mice and men…

I am not too proud to ask. “Who?”


Her familiar. I want to leave the room immediately so I can seek and destroy the mortal. He has no chance. She can see it.

“Please don’t—don’t harm him. I love him. I always have. I just didn’t want to admit it.” For the first time this evening she reaches over and touches me. She puts her small hand—so tiny, really—on top of mine. I flinch, as if her fingers were engulfed in flames. So this is pain. So this is wretchedness. So this is misery. I never knew.

I have nothing to say. I can feel it: the truth. The truth of her love for him, shines all over her face, and I can sense his presence on her very skin. Such is the way with the familiars—their blood brings us life—but they are not meant for us in this manner. It is…repulsive.

“Leave me.” I am ashamed of the strangled cry that flies out before I can control myself.

“Jack…I…” She is standing by the doorway. I have hunted down the Croatan, I have endured the tortures of Hell, and yet I cannot find the strength to meet her eyes. I have to force myself to do so.

Her hand is on the door handle. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I lied to you all this time,” she whispers.

“GO!” It is a roar from my throat. I cannot contain myself. I am transformed. I am Abbadon. Transformed into the demon I am.

I see the fright in her eyes, taste her fear, revel in it, and with brutal effort I catch myself before I get carried away. I am dangerous and flailing. It is I who needs to leave. I am gone before she can close the door.

From the street, I watch as she leaves the building. I need to go back. I want to destroy that place. I want to destroy every memory it brings. I want it obliterated from the landscape.

But when I return to the apartment, I am not alone.

When Schuyler left the building that evening, she thought she would feel at peace. Instead she felt more conflicted than before. The lie she had just told Jack had worked because she had wrapped it around the truth of her love for Oliver. Because it was a lie. She still loved Jack. She loved him so much that seeing him sitting there alone, in the dark, waiting patiently for her, made her love him even more.

She almost hadn’t gone through with it. She hadn’t known what he would say, or if she would be strong enough to see it through. It hurt her so much, seeing him look at her that way. She had never seen him so lost or confused.

I take it back! She’d wanted so much to say. I take everything back. I love you. Let’s go away. Just the two of us, together.

But she had had to do it. She had to let him go. Or give him a reason to let her go. It was the best choice for the two of them.

And it had worked.

She should feel relief—maybe even victorious.

So why did she feel so dead inside?

As if she had killed the best part of herself.

She walked slowly up to the avenue to catch a cab. She was moving back to Riverside Drive. She would not return to that townhouse on Fifth Avenue ever again.

message 11: by Caitlin (new)

Caitlin (xodancer) | 3 comments It's nice to see the other side of the Jack and Schuyler story. To see that he really does love her, and would hurt his sister-the person he is bonded to- to be with her.

ⓘsⓐbεℓℓⓐ  | 24 comments Agreed.

message 13: by Camila (new)

Camila (cams_28) | 4 comments I'm sooo excited to read misguided angels
I absolutely LOVED the Van Alen Legacy and hope that this one is just as good if not better

I also really want to read the series where Bliss goes off to fine the wolfs.. does anyone know when those are coming out?

ⓘsⓐbεℓℓⓐ  | 24 comments IDK, there are sooooo many books coming out

message 15: by Camila (new)

Camila (cams_28) | 4 comments Seriously have you read misguided angels yet?

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