Cumberland (Not A Dream Book 1) by Amey Coleman Read Free Book Online

cloning.”
                  “We need to go, now,” Olivia stated.
                  “Why?” I asked her.
                  “I think we are being watched,” she said.
                  I looked around and seen a few men in black hide behind trees. I nodded, and Mason motioned us to follow. He took us to his house and we will lay the map down to pin where we go. He already had three survival bags packed and ready to go.
                 
                 

Chapter Seven
     
    He took us into a darkened room with pictures of men from all generations surrounding the walls. Each man seemed to be a frozen sculpture painted on a canvas. Mason approached me, “The last one is my real dad.”
                  “Oh, that is decorative,” I complimented. Olivia added, “Yeah sure is.”
                  She paused and asked in a rude tone, “How did you find out, that the man that raised you is not your dad, again?”
                  He sighed, “The man who tested his blood was Mr. Stone. He is the lead DNA analyst of the country. I am sure you have heard of him.”
                  I instantly said, “I have heard of him.”
                  Olivia added, “Yeah, he sounds familiar. Why did you say blood like that?”
                  “Mr. Stone explained that in order to successfully make a clone, you need a liquefied onyx stone mixed with a person’s DNA. Liquid onyx can only be naturally made by a planet. You inject that mixture into a spare body,” he sighed. “Obviously that is not my blood.”
                  Olivia smirked, “Duh! Our blood is red, not black.”
                  Mason snapped back, “My blood is purple.”
                  Olivia stated, “That is the color of a vampires’ blood only.”
                  I stared aimlessly at him, and I could see Olivia’s face matched my surprised expression. I decided to change the subject, “Where did, whoever did this, find the liquid onyx?”
                  “The CIA, to answer who, found it in Cumberland. The place used to be a type of safe haven for magical creatures to venture. There was once a man, by the name of Finley Porter, who stumbled upon the liquid onyx Waterfall. He was out tagging the creatures, to keep track of them, and noticed they were cloning themselves unknowingly. He probably heard of the legend of liquid onyx. Have you?” he looked at me.
                  I nodded, “Yeah, my grandpa told me once. He said the Waterfall was white like snow, and shined like diamonds. Once it can in contact with blood, it will forever turn black, but if directly injected into an actual human, they will die, or turn into a gargoyle.”
                  Mason said, “Exactly what happened to Finley Porter. He died trying to become a gargoyle. Then his wife, Carolyn, your step mother, discovered it only works if you are a vampire. She realized she had to find someone that could never die. Of course, the obvious answer is vampires.”
                  I watched Olivia pace back and forth, so I asked her in a concerning tone, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
                  She looked at me and quickly turned to Mason, “You’re lying. Vampires don’t age. But, somehow you are.”
                  He laughed awkwardly, “What fairy tales do you live in? Vampires stop aging at twenty-five years of age.”
                  “My grandpa said that they never age. He had hunted them for years. I always thought he was making up stories,” Olivia stated. She put her hand to her forehead while looking down. It was obvious that she was in deep thought. Then she added, “He was killed your kind. I cannot trust you.”
                  I stepped in, “Please, that was the past. And we