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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  How This Book Works

  Prolognue

  Section 1 - CURSED

  Section 2 - THE ACADEMY

  Section 3 - BIG SECRETS

  Section 4 - GLASS HOUSES

  Section 5 - COUNTRY LIVING

  Section 6 - IN THE DARK

  Section 7 - FRIENDSHIP TRANSFORMED

  Section 8 - A LEAP OF FAITH

  Section 9 - AT WAR

  Answers

  Copyright Page

  For Sinead Murphy and Molly O’Keefe,

  who’ve pulled me in off the proverbial ledge

  too many times to count.

  How This Book Works

  Sleeping Beauty: Vampire Slayer is a different sort of fairy tale that’s twisted two ways. First, it’s full of adventure for our Sleeping Beauty Lucette, loaded with danger, and heaped with action—not to mention vampires. Second, you get to control what happens.

  At three dramatic turning points in the story, you’ll get a chance to put yourself into Lucette’s shoes and decide what you’d do next.

  There are no right or wrong decisions, just different ones. As you’ll soon discover, Lucette’s a pretty special girl. She’s strong and smart and brave, and she needs to learn how to stop blaming herself for things she can’t control, including whatever challenges you throw her way.

  When you decide which path to take, you simply flip to the relevant page. When you reach the end of any section, there will be a guidepost to tell you which page to turn to.

  The best part is you can read this book over and over. In total, there are eight different routes through this book, which means eight stories in one! After you’re done, see if you can figure out all the possible routes.

  Enjoy!

  Prolognue

  Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the western-facing wall of the palace’s reception room. On a raised platform at its north end, Queen Catia of Xandra, two months shy of her eighteenth birthday, sat on her throne with her husband, King Stefan. Between them, their baby girl lay asleep in her fur-lined glass cradle.

  Since the baby’s birth, the palace staff had worked around the clock to make the room beautiful for the princess’s naming ceremony. Bright tapestries and banners decorated the glistening marble and glass walls. Ribbons of silver and gold hung from the vaulted ceiling, waving and dancing in the light summer breeze blowing in from the open skylights. The royal guard, in their scarlet, gold, and blue uniforms, lined the room—no fewer than ten on the throne platform alone.

  Yet the young queen’s shoulders were as tense as a mountain lion ready to pounce. At least there were no vampires, she said to herself.

  Diplomacy demanded that the queen of Xandra entertain the leaders of other kingdoms, but all those assembled could sense the young queen’s discomfort.

  The queen turned to her sweet, raven-haired baby girl, who so clearly took after her tall and extravagantly handsome father. Even at this young age, the princess’s cheekbones were sharp, and her jaw defiant. Her big, electric-blue eyes flashed intelligence and mischief from under long, dark lashes and strong brows that commanded attention.

  The fairy delegation hovered near the platform, their translucent wings acting like prisms as they passed through beams of sunlight. The fairies would grant a wish for the newborn based on what their queen saw in the child’s future. They’d been known to grant wondrous gifts, but they’d also been known to bestow gifts more akin to a curse.

  The fairy queen, the smallest of the group and dressed in a shimmering ice-blue dress, flew forward until she was hovering over the cradle. Holding her hands over the baby’s head, the fairy queen closed her eyes and nodded, seemingly in a trance, and her entire body sparkled even more than it had before.

  Suddenly, the fairy queen flew back from the cradle so quickly that a rush of air caught the tendrils of Queen Catia’s hair.

  Everyone gasped, and Catia’s eyes widened in fear.

  King Stefan leaped from his throne and strode down the steps toward the fairy queen. “ What is it? Tell me, what did you see?”

  Still hovering in the air, the fairy queen’s body paled to the point where she was nearly translucent, then she laid her hands on his shoulders. “Stefan, king of Xandra, my friend and descendant of my old friends now passed, I see many shadows in your young daughter’s future. Loneliness, darkness, and danger.”

  Queen Catia rose, lifted her baby from the cradle, and, holding her tightly, went to stand at her husband’s side. “Darkness? Danger? What do you mean?”

  Color had returned to the fairy’s skin and she radiated pale blue. “My young queen, the danger’s source isn’t clear, nor its duration.” She turned to the king. “I was planning to grant this child grace of movement, but I’m changing my gift.” The fairy raised her hands above the baby.

  “To symbolize light,” the fairy said, “I grant this baby girl the name Lucette. May this name lead the princess out of the darkness she will encounter.”

  Queen Catia pulled the baby back from the fairy queen. “ We’re naming her Rose.” Rose, for Catia’s favorite flower. Rose, for the acres of gardens her husband had planted as a wedding gift last year. Rose because it was a beautiful bloom that could also protect and defend itself. Given the name Rose, her daughter would be both beautiful and strong.

  King Stefan laid his hand on his wife’s arm. “Darling, Lucette is a lovely name.” He leaned down and whispered, “And it’s not smart to decline a fairy queen’s gift.” Growing up in the country, his young queen had much to learn about other cultures.

  The queen opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, a shadow fell, as if the sun had been covered by storm clouds, and an icy cold rushed into the room. The king wrapped his arms around his wife and child.

  One of the floor-to- ceiling windows at the side of the reception hall shattered.

  Everyone screamed and ducked as shards of glass burst into the room. Natasha, newly crowned as the queen of the vampires, flew into the room through the broken window. Nearly six feet tall, the vampire queen’s rich red hair flowed and her skin shone as if it were cast from porcelain, providing a stark contrast to the shiny black stone that hung at her throat. Turning toward the royal couple, her yellow-flecked eyes flashed hatred. Crossing the room, Natasha’s hair flowed around her, as if she held the wind at her command.

  “But—it’s daytime,” Queen Catia blurted. “How can this vile creature walk in the daylight?”

  What Catia did not know was that the black stone at the vampire’s throat was magic and granted its wearer many powers beyond those of a normal vampire. The vampires of Sanguinia had stolen the Stone of Supremacy from the fairies over a thousand years ago.

  Queen Natasha stepped forward and her red satin dress swished around her legs, flowing over the floor like pools of blood spreading across the marble. “Handsome as ever, Stefan,” she said to the king, tracing a red-tipped fingernail down his arm.

  “Hello, Natasha,” King Stefan said. “I was saddened by the news of Vlad’s death.” King Vladimir had mysteriously died just weeks earlier, many suspected at his own wife’s hand.

  “Thank you, Stefan,” the vampire queen said. “I wanted to invite you all to the funeral.” She gestured around the room. “But in deep mourning, I couldn’t bring myself to entertain guests.” The vampire stepped up and leaned in to embrace him, peering over the king’s shoulder toward his young wife. She bared her fangs dangerously close to the king’s neck, but instead of biting, she turned and kissed King Stefan on the mouth. A small cry burst from his young wife, who remained frozen in fear
.

  Natasha stepped away from the king and leered at Queen Catia, her eyes filled with hatred.

  “Go away!” Catia yelled. “You’re not welcome here! You weren’t invited!”

  King Stefan spun toward his wife. “Catia?” The king’s shock and hurt were obvious in his voice and expression. His wife had lied and claimed the vampire delegation from Sanguinia had declined to attend, when in fact she’d burned their invitations.

  “Please accept my apology, Natasha,” King Stefan said. “I’m sure it was an oversight.” He looked at his wife with pain in his eyes, then turned back to the vampire and continued, “But how fortuitous you arrived before the naming ceremony. We were just about to begin.”

  “Lovely.” Queen Natasha smiled, her fangs showing between blood-red lips. “But not before I offer my gift.”

  “No need for a gift.” The king’s voice was strong and deep.“ Especially not after your invitation failed to arrive.”

  “Do you think me that petty?” the vampire queen inquired. “It is tradition for all reigning monarchs to offer gifts to new members of the other royal families, is it not?”

  “You are most gracious,” King Stefan said.

  Catia tensed, because she knew the vampire queen was not gracious at all. More like vengeful and desperate for power.

  “What are you naming the child?” Natasha asked.

  “Rose,” Catia blurted before her husband could speak.

  “What a fitting name.” Natasha stepped back, her skirts swirling around her. “A flower with fangs. I like that. Now, if you will hand me the babe”—she bared her fangs—“I will bestow my gift.”

  “Never!” Catia retreated, hugging the baby to her chest. “I will never let you touch my child.”

  With a growl, Natasha snatched the baby from the young queen’s arms and leaped to the empty orchestra balcony, high above the room. The assembled crowd screamed in shock.

  The iron- and protein-rich vampire diet made vampires notoriously strong, but no one had seen a vampire jump so high.

  “Get her!” Catia screamed. “Someone! Save my baby!” The guards raced for the stairs.

  Stefan stepped forward and called up. “Natasha, what are you doing? Please don’t hurt my daughter.”

  “Hurt her?” The vampire queen held the child high above her head. A stream of sunlight burst through the darkness and struck the baby. “Nonsense. I’m only offering my gift.”

  She set the baby down on a planter of flowers on the balcony railing, then addressed the crowd. “ To punish her rude mother, this child’s blood will bring a curse upon the kingdom of Xandra.”

  The entire room gasped. Such words could lead to war between Sanguinia and Xandra after so many centuries of peace—so many years during which the necks of the Xandrans had not been at risk of vampire bites.

  “Here is my gift.” Natasha glared down at the assembled crowd of royalty and other dignitaries. “One day, the princess will prick her finger, and the instant her blood is shed, she shall never again wake while the sun is in the sky. Every morning, as the sun breaks above the horizon, the princess will fall into a deep sleep, waking only as night falls.” The vampire queen smiled. “And every other citizen of Xandra will suffer the opposite fate. They will fall asleep each night at dusk, leaving the princess alone in the darkness.”

  The vampire queen picked up the princess, and Queen Catia screamed, “Save my baby!” The guards raced to the balcony, but the vampire queen leaped onto the railing, balancing on the toes of her black stilettos.

  She expelled a cackle that filled the room and shook the crystal chandeliers. “This child and the people of Xandra will pay for their young queen’s rudeness and deceit!” She licked her lips, flew into the air, and vanished.

  Sunlight once again streamed through the windows, and everyone shaded their eyes against the sudden onslaught of brightness.

  “My baby!” Catia ran toward the window as soon as she could squint her eyes open. “She’s taken my baby!”

  “No, she’s here!” Stefan yelled.

  The queen turned to see her husband standing next to the cradle between their thrones. When he picked up the child, her little hand poked out from her blanket and her tiny fingers wiggled.

  Catia ran to join her husband and fell into his arms. “I’ve changed my mind,” she cried. “Our daughter will need all the light in her life we can offer. Let’s accept the fairies’ gift. We’ll name her Lucette.”

  After the other guests had gone home, Queen Catia dropped to her knees in front of the fairy delegation. “Please, you have magic. There must be something you can do.” Suddenly the young girl, who’d grown up with her heart full of distrust for creatures such as fairies, was asking for favors.

  The fairy queen placed her hands on the sides of the queen’s face and looked directly into her eyes. “Today marked the first day in centuries that a monarch of Sanguinia used the Stone of Supremacy outside their own kingdom. The stone has very powerful magic, and a curse offered under its domain cannot easily be lifted.”

  Catia looked up. “Please! I’ll give my own life. Transfer the curse to me. Anything!”

  “Give me a moment with my circle.” The fairies circled around their queen and shimmering light flooded the floor beneath them.

  “Darling.” Stefan put his hand on Catia’s shoulder where she knelt, and she pressed her forehead against his thigh. “I’m sure they can do something,” he said. “If not, we’ll keep her safe. We’ll make sure her finger is never pricked.”

  Still on her knees, Catia lifted her face toward him, tears streaming down her cheeks. “But how? How can our daughter go through life never pricking her finger?”

  He took her hands and pulled her to her feet. “I will protect her. I will protect you both.”

  Given the day’s events, Catia did not find her husband’s assurances convincing. “I told you vampires were evil,” she spat.

  “Catia.” Stefan shook his head. “You know that’s not true. Vampire bites are extremely rare. Sanguinia and Xandra are at peace.” But Stefan frowned. In the two weeks since King Vladimir’s death, seven vampire attacks had been reported.

  Catia thumped her hand against Stefan’s chest. “How could you have let this happen?”

  He took her wrist. “Me?” His face reddened. “Me? I trusted you with the guest list. When I questioned the daylight timing of the ceremony, you expressly lied. You told me she’d declined our invitation and no one from Sanguinia would attend. How could you possibly blame this on me?”

  He dropped her hands, and Catia backed away from her husband, afraid, for it was the first time she’d seen him angry. She stepped toward him, softening her expression, hoping to regain his favor, yearning to see the love and admiration ever present in his eyes when he looked into hers. His eyes were blank.

  The fairy circle broke and their queen floated back toward the royal couple. The king took his queen’s hand, but a sense of coldness filled the space between them.

  “Can you lift the curse?” he asked the fairy queen.

  “No, but we can lessen its impact,” she replied. “First, we can protect the princess while she’s a child. The curse will not fall until after the princess turns sixteen.”

  Catia felt some relief, which soon dissipated and her body tensed again. “But when Natasha finds out you’ve changed her curse, she’ll kill us all.”

  The fairy queen paled, then shook her head. “We will cast a barrier spell. If the vampire queen crosses the border into Xandra before the curse lifts, all the magic in the Stone of Supremacy will vanish. She’ll still be a vampire, but with no special powers.”

  Catia’s relief was once again short-lived as she considered the curse. “But after my daughter turns sixteen, she’ll spend the rest of her days alone in the darkness?” The fairies’ protection would do nothing to keep away other vampires.

  “We can bestow one final gift upon your daughter,” the fairy queen said. “Once the princess pr
oves she has found true love, the curse will be lifted.”

  Catia dropped to her knees. This past year, she’d thought her dreams had come true—becoming queen and having a beautiful princess daughter—then within a moment, her dreams had turned into a nightmare. “How will my daughter find true love if the young men only wake while she is asleep?”

  Section 1

  CURSED

  Lucette woke in the middle of the night to the sound of shouting. She slipped out of the golden four-poster canopy bed she shared with her mother, Queen Catia, and tiptoed to the dark window of her castle bedroom. Pushing aside the heavy brocade curtains, her reflection confronted her in the glass, and she crossed her arms over her tall, skinny form.

  Her mother had insisted that her thirteen-year-old body would soon sport womanly curves, but that was difficult to imagine. She might be ahead of her classmates Gloria and Heather in their studies, but the daughters of her ladies-in-waiting were far ahead in bodily development. Their figures seemed to change daily.

  Lucette had long ago shed her resentment over the fact that her teachers could sit close and help Gloria and Heather with their work, and actually touch them. Or that they got to write with pencils and beautiful quill pens, while she was permitted only wax crayons and chalk. Now, however, she couldn’t help but resent her classmates’ curves. Lucette’s body had merely stretched up—she was five foot seven . . . and counting—and her height exaggerated her flat chest, slim hips, gangly limbs, and lack of a defined waist.

  But her body wasn’t the worst of it. Everyone said she took after her handsome father, but she’d trade her big blue eyes, bony cheeks, heavy lashes, and stark black hair for her mother’s softer, prettier blonde features any day. As far as she could tell, the main way in which she took after her father was that, if it weren’t for her long hair, she’d look like a boy.