out of the chair and paced. â
Doing
is what makes you a hero. Heroes donât sit on their butts and play video games, heroes take action. Thereâs no way Leaguers can be superheroes. Weâre just a bunch of vampires whoâve traded bloodsucking for
product
-sucking! Itâs right there in the Motto:
Drink Culture, Not Life
.â
He caught his breath, but he couldnât cage the bitterness in his voice. âAnd thatâs fine, thatâs what Iâll do. Iâve got my Leaguer Goals.â He thrust a finger at the computer. âYou can read all about âem, but since you wanna hear it from me, here they are. Iâm going to read comic books, Iâm going to play video games, Iâm going to get myself a Star Wars stormtrooper suit, join the 501st Legion, and march in the Rose Bowl Parade every year! Iâll be a good Leaguer like everyone else, and Iâll do it because I donât have a choice!â
Unfazed by Morningâs outburst, Birnam slowly stood.
Morning didnât know what to expect. For all he knew, Birnamâs eyes were going to turn into pools of fire and zap him with red-hot lasers, and heâd burst into flames.
Birnam was eerily calm. âWhat if I gave you a choice?â
Morning didnât move. âWhat choice?â
âWhat if I gave you a second chance to achieve your dream: to be a superhero?â
Morning blinked. âI donât get it.â
âI want you to be the first vampire to reveal yourself to Lifers.â
A chill shot through him. The same chill he felt when Birnam had stared at him at the end of commencement and talked about Worldwide Out Day. âYou mean, come out?â
Birnam nodded.
He couldnât believe what he was hearing. This had to be a last joke they were playing on him before he left the Academy. âYouâre kidding, right?â
âIâm never been more serious in all seven hundred and eighty-three years of my life.â
Morning stared, dumbfounded. âBut why me?â
âIâve been looking for someone like you for a long time: young, innocent, nonthreatening, someone whoâs more victim than vampire. You challenge every myth and fear of what Lifers think vampires are. But most important, youâve never been tainted with bloodlust. Youâre a SangV.â
âNot really!â Morning blurted. âI tasted animal blood. I snuck a sip of Bled Bull from someoneâs bottle at a party.â
Birnamâs forehead knitted. âDid you like it?â
âIt made me hurl.â
Birnamâs expression relaxed into a smile. âEven better. Everyone loves a hero with a weakness. Youâll be a vampire superhero whoâs animal-blood-intolerant. No,â he added as his smile widened, âhemo-intolerant.â
Morning squinted in confusion. âI donât follow. How is coming out going to make me a superhero?â
Birnamâs serious expression returned. âThink about it. As the first, youâll be a hero to all Leaguers. More important, if Lifers accept you for what you are, and if you blaze the trail to the day we all come out, weâll no longer have to
hide
our powers. Weâll be able to use our powers to help people. Youâll be the first vampire to be a superhero.â
As his words sank in, Morningâs insides spun with wild exhilaration. The boring, obedient future he was dreading had suddenly been swept away. Birnam was offering him more than the chance to revive a buried dream. He was giving him the chance to live again!
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THE LEAGUERSâ NEW COMMANDMENTS
1. You shall not age.
2. You shall not drink anything but properly milked animal blood, or artificial blood substitutes.
3. You shall not frighten Lifers with your powers.
4. You shall not destroy your maker.
5. You shall not destroy, or make, a blood child.
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5
Catching a Ride
Back in his dorm room, Morning tried to shut out the
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