Caitlin flew over the idyllic Umbrian countryside, passing over hills and valleys, surveying the lush, green landscape in the early morning light. Spread out below her were small farming communities, small, stone cottages surrounded by hundreds of acres of land, smoke rising from their chimneys.
As she headed north, the landscape changed, shifting to the hills and valleys of Tuscany. As far as she looked, she saw vineyards, planted in the rolling hills, and workers with large straw hats already at work, tending the vines in the early morning.This country was incredibly beautiful, and a part of her wished that she could just descend right here, settle down and make herself at home in one of these small farm cottages.
But she had work to do. She continued on, flying further north, holding Rose tightly, curled up inside her shirt.Caitlin could feel that Venice was approaching, and she felt like a magnet drawn to it.The closer she came, the more she could feel her heart beat in anticipation;she could already sense people there that she once knew.She was still obscured as to who.She still couldn't sense whether Caleb was there, or whether he was even alive.
Caitlin had always dreamed of going to Venice. She had seen pictures of its canals, of gondolas, and had always imagined herself going there one day, maybe with someone she loved.She had even imagined herself being proposed to on one of those gondolas.But she had never expected to be going like this.
As she flew and flew, getting ever closer, it struck her that the Venice she'd be visiting now, in 1790，might be very different from the Venice she'd seen pictures of in the 21st century. It would probably, she imagined, be smaller, less developed, more rural.She also imagined that it would not be as crowded.
But she soon realized that she couldn't be more wrong.
As Caitlin finally reached the outskirts of Venice, she was shocked to see, even from this height, that the city beneath her looked startlingly similar to its pictures in modern times. She recognized the historic, famous architecture, recognized all the small bridges, recognized the same twists and turns to the canals.Indeed, she was shocked to realize that the Venice of 1790 was not, at least in outward appearances, all that different from the Venice of the 21st century.
The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Venice's architecture was not just 100 or 200 years old:it was hundreds and hundreds of years old.She remembered a history class, in one of her many high schools, teaching about Venice, about some of its churches, built in the 12th century.Now she wished she had listened more carefully.The Venice below her, a sprawling, built-up mass of buildings, was not a brand-new city.It was, even in 1790，already several hundred years old.
Caitlin felt comforted by the fact. She had imagined that the year 1790 would be like a different planet, and she was relieved to know that some things actually hadn't changed that much.This looked to be essentially the same city she would have visited in the 21st century.The only immediate difference she could see was that its waterways did not contain a single motorized boat, of course.There were no speedboats, no large ferries, no cruise ships.Instead, the waterways were packed with huge sailing vessels, their masts climbing dozens of feet high.
Caitlin was also surprised by the crowds. She dove lower, now only a hundred feet over the city, and could see that even now, in the early morning, the streets were absolutely packed with people.And that the waterways were absolutely packed with boat traffic.She was shocked.This city was more congested than Times Square.She had always imagined that going back in history would mean fewer people, smaller crowds.She guessed she was wrong about that, too.
As she flew over it, as she circled it again and again, the thing that surprised her most, though, was that Venice was not just one city, just one island—it was spread out over many islands, dozens of islands stretching in every direction, each holding its own buildings, its own small city. The island on which Venice sat clearly held the most buildings, and was the most built-up.But the dozens of other islands all seemed interconnected, a vital part of the city.
The other thing that surprised her was the color of the water:a glowing, blue aqua. It was so light, so surreal, the kind of water she might have expected to find somewhere in the Caribbean.
As she circled over the islands, again and again, trying to orient herself, to figure out where to land, she regretted never having visited it in the 21st century. Well, at least she'd have a chance now.
Caitlin was also a bit overwhelmed. It seemed such a large, sprawling place.She had no idea where to set down, where to even begin to look for the people she might have once known—if they were even here.She had foolishly imagined Venice to be smaller, more quaint.Even from up here, she could already tell that she could walk this city for days and not go from one end to the other.
She realized that there would be no place to set down inconspicuously on the actual island of Venice. It was too crowded, and there was no way to approach it without being conspicuous.She didn't want to call that kind of attention to herself.She had no idea what other covens were down there, and how territorial they were;she had no idea if they were kind or malevolent;and she had no idea if the humans here, like those in Assisi, were on the lookout for vampires, and would hunt her down.The last thing she needed was another mob.
Caitlin decided to land on the mainland, far from the island. She noticed huge boats, filled with people, that seemed to be setting out from the mainland, and she figured that would be the best staging off point.At least the boats would take her right into the heart of the city.
Caitlin landed inconspicuously behind a grove of trees, on the mainland, not too far from the boats. She sat Rose down, who immediately ran to the closest bush and relieved herself.When she was done, Rose looked up at Caitlin and whined.Caitlin could see in her eyes that she was hungry.She empathized:she was, too.
The flying had tired her out, and Caitlin realized that she wasn't fully recovered yet. She also realized that she had worked up an appetite.She wanted to feed.And not on human food.
She looked around and saw no deer in sight. There wasn't time to go searching.A loud whistle came from the boat, and she felt it was about to depart.She and Rose would have to wait, and figure it out later.
With a pang, Caitlin felt homesick, missed the safety and comfort of Pollepel, missed being by Caleb's side, his teaching her how to hunt, his guiding her. By his side, she always felt that everything would be all right.Now, on her own, she wasn't so sure.
*
Caitlin walked, Rose by her side, to the closest boat. It was a large, sailing boat with a long rope ramp leading down to the shore, and as she looked up, she saw that it was completely packed with people.The final passengers were heading up the ramp, and Caitlin hurried up, with Rose, hurrying to get on before it was removed.
But she was surprised by a large, beefy hand, which slapped her hard on the chest, reaching out and stopping her.
“Ticket，”came the voice.
Caitlin looked over and saw a big, muscular man scowling down at her. He was uncouth and unshaven, and he smelled even from here.
Caitlin's anger rose. She was already on edge from not eating, and she resented his hand stopping her.
“I don't have one，”Caitlin snapped.“Can't you just let us on?”
The man shook his head firmly and turned away, ignoring her.“No ticket, no ride，”he said.
Her anger rose another notch, and she forced herself to think of Aiden. What would he have told her?Breathe deep.Relax.Use her mind, not your body.He would have reminded her that she was stronger than this human.He would've told her to center herself.To focus.To use her inner talents.
She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing. She tried to gather her thoughts, to direct them at this man.
You will let us on the boat, she willed. You will do it without our paying you.
Caitlin opened her eyes and expected him to be standing there, offering her passage. But, to her chagrin, he wasn't.He was still ignoring her, untying the last of the ropes.
It wasn't working. Either she had lost her mind control powers, or they hadn't fully come back yet.Or maybe she was just too frazzled, wasn't centered enough.
She suddenly remembered something. Her pockets.She quickly searched them, wondering what, if anything, she had brought back from the 21st century.She found something, and was relieved to see it was a$20 bill.
“Here，”she said, handing it to him.
He took it, crumpled it, and held it up, examining it.
“What is this?”he asked.“I don't know this.”
“It's a$20 bill，”Caitlin explain, realizing, even as she explained it, how stupid she sounded. Of course.Why would he recognize it?It was American.And it wouldn't exist for another two hundred years.
With a pang of fear, Caitlin suddenly realize that all of the money she had on her would be useless.
“Garbage，”he said, shoving it back into her hand.
Caitlin looked over and saw with a pang of fear that they were undoing the ropes, that the boat was preparing to depart. She thought quick, reached again into her pockets, and pulled out some change.She looked down, found a quarter, and reached out and handed it to him.
He took it, more interested, and held it up to the light. Still, though, he wasn't convinced.
He pushed it back into her palm.
“Come back with real money，”he said;he also looked at Rose, and added，“and no dogs.”
Caitlin's mind turned to Caleb. Maybe he was there, just out of her reach, on the island of Venice, just a boat ride away.She felt furious that this man was keeping her from him.She had the money—just not his money.Plus, the boat barely looked seaworthy, and it held hundreds of people.Did one more ticket really make such a big difference?It just wasn't fair.
As he stuck the money into Caitlin's palm, he suddenly clasped his big, sweaty hand over hers, and grabbed her wrist. He leered down and broke into a big, crooked smile, revealing several missing teeth.She could smell his bad breath.
“If you have no money, you pay me in other ways，”he said, broadening his creepy smile, and as he did, he reached up with his other hand and touched her cheek.
Caitlin's reflexes kicked in, and she automatically reached up and swatted his hand away, hard, and extracted her wrist from his grasp. She was surprised by her own strength.
He looked back at her, apparently shocked that such a small girl would have such force, and his smile turned to an indignant scowl. He hocked up something from his throat, and then spit right at her feet.Caitlin looked down and saw it land on her shoes, and was revolted.
“You lucky I no cut you up，”he grunted at her, then abruptly turned his back and went back to untying the ropes.
Caitlin felt her cheeks redden, as the rage overcame her. Were men the same everywhere?In every time and age?Was this a preview of what she could expect for the treatment of women in this time and place?She thought of all the other women out there, of everything that they must have had to put up with in this time, and she felt her anger grow.She felt like she needed to stand up for all of them.
He was still bent over, untying the ropes, and she quickly leaned back and kicked the brute hard, right on his butt. The kick sent him flying over the peer, head first, right into the water, fifteen feet below.He landed with a loud splash.
Caitlin quickly ran up the rope ramp, Rose by her side, and pushed her way onto the huge sailing ship, packed with people.
It had happened so fast, no one, she hoped, had seen it. That seemed to be the case, as the crew pulled in the roped walkway, and the ship began to set sail.
Caitlin hurried to the edge and looked down:she could see him splashing in the water, bobbing his head up, as he raised a fist up at the boat.
“Stop boat!Stop boat!”the man screamed.
His cries were drowned out, though, as hundreds of excited passengers cheered at the boat's finally setting sail.
One of the crew noticed him, though, and ran over to the side of the boat, following the man's finger, as he pointed towards Caitlin.
Caitlin didn't wait to see what happened. She quickly ducked into the thick of the crowd, Rose at her side, ducking and weaving this way and that, until she was deep in the center of the boat, in the thick of the masses.She pushed deeper, and kept moving.There were hundreds of people crammed together, and she hoped they wouldn't spot her, or Rose.
Within minutes, the boat was gaining speed. After a while, Caitlin finally breathed deep.She realized that no one was coming after her, or, as far as she could tell, even searching for her.
She began to cut her way through the crowd more calmly, Rose beside her, heading towards the far side of the boat. She finally made it, squeezed her way beside the crowded railing, and leaned over and looked.
In the distance, the brute was still bobbing in the water, pulling himself up onto the dock—but by now he was just a dot on the horizon. Caitlin smiled.Served him right.
She turned the other way and saw that Venice loomed straight ahead.
She smiled wider, leaning over and feeling the cool seawater pushing back her hair. It was a warm day in May, and the temperature was perfect, and the salt air refreshing.Rose jumped up beside her, pressing her paws on the edge of the railing, and looked out and smelled the air, too.
Caitlin had always loved boats. She had never visited an authentic, historic sailing ship—much less, sailed on one.She smiled and corrected herself:this was no longer a historic ship.It was a modern one.It was 1790 after all.She almost laughed aloud at the thought.
She looked up at the tall wooden masts, rising into the sky. She watched as the sailors all lined up and heaved on the thick ropes;as they did, yard and yards of heavy canvas were raised, and she could heard the flapping of the material.It looked heavy, and the sailors sweated in the sun, yanking the ropes with all they had just to raise the canvas a few inches.
So this was how it was done. Caitlin was impressed by the efficiency of it all, by how seamlessly it worked.She couldn't believe how fast this huge, crowded boat was moving, especially without the benefit of modern engines.She wondered what the captain of the ship would do if she told him about 21st century engines, about how much faster he could go.He'd probably think she was crazy.
She looked down and saw, about twenty feet below, the water rushing by her, small waves lapping against the side of the boat. The water was so light, so blue, it was magical.
All around her, people squeezed in, all trying to make their way to the railing and look out. She looked around and realized how simply most of them were dressed, many in tunics and sandals, and some barefoot.Others, though, were dressed elegantly, and seemed to try to keep away from the masses.A few people wore elaborate masks, with a long, beaked nose.They laughed and jostled each other, and seemed drunk.
In fact, as she looked, she noticed that a good portion of the passengers were swigging from bottles of wine and seemed drunk, even in the early morning. The entire boat, now that she noticed it, had a festive, rowdy atmosphere, as if they were all on their way to a giant party.
Caitlin pushed her way along the railing, through the crowd, past parents holding up children, and slowly but surely made her way to the front. Finally, she had the view she wanted.She leaned over the edge, and watched as the boat bore down directly on Venice.
The unimpeded site of the city took her breath away. She could see its outline, the beautiful, historic buildings, all lined up neatly next to each other, all built to face the water.Some of the facades were really grand, ornate, their white fa?ades covered in all sorts of moldings and details.Many had arched walls and arched windows open to the water, and, amazingly, had their main entry doors right at water level.It was incredible.One could literally pull right up to one’s front door by boat and step inside.
Amidst all the buildings, there were spires rising from churches, and occasional domes punctuating the horizon. This was a city of magnificent architecture, of a grand, ornate style, and it all seemed designed to face the water.It did not merely co-exist with the water—it embraced it.
And all along it, connecting one side of the city to the other, were small, arched footbridges, steps rising up each side and a wide plateau in the middle. These were crowded with people walking up and down or just sitting on the edge, watching all the ships as they passed by.
And everywhere—everywhere—there were ships. The canals were absolutely crammed with traffic, with ships of every shape and size—so much so, that she could hardly see the water.The famous gondolas were everywhere, too, their oarsmen standing on the edge, steering them in the water.She was surprised by how long they were, some seeming to stretch nearly 30 feet.In between these were smaller ships and boats of all sorts, some for delivering food, some for taking out waste.This place was alive, bustling.She had never seen anything like it in her life.
As she surveyed the crowds, the masses of humanity, she felt a chill in her spine, as she wondered if Caleb could be among them. Could she be looking at him right now?She knew was being foolish, especially from so far away, but still, she tried to look, to scan their faces, to see if maybe, just maybe, she could spot him.
As Caitlin took in the magnitude, the immensity of the city, the thousands of people swarming in every direction, a part of her, the intellectual part, felt hopeless. She realized that this was a futile mission, that there was no possible way she could ever find Caleb among all these people.But another part of her, the part of her that believed in destiny, felt excited, felt optimistic, just knew that somehow, deep down, if Caleb were here, they would find each other.
And either way, she could not help but feel the thrill of adventure and excitement. She was traveling.Journeying around the world.About to experience a new city.
And maybe, just maybe, Caleb would be on its shores.
*
Caitlin filed off the boat with the hundreds of other passengers, squeezed between them as she worked her way, Rose beside her, down the steep rope ramp. It was utter chaos.By now, most, if not all, of the passengers were rowdy and drunk, and it was a free-for-all getting to the dock.
Caitlin was relieved when her feet touched the ground, and she quickly guided Rose with her away from the thick crowd, off the dock, and onto the streets of Venice.
It was overwhelming. Caitlin had hoped that once she got away from the boat, that the crowds would ease up—but that was hardly the case.There were crowds everywhere.She was getting jostled left and right.
She found herself in an enormous open square, around which were built immense buildings, all facing it. She read the sign:Piazza San Marco.St.Mark's Square.Dominating the square was an enormous church, the Basilica di San Marco, and across from it was an immense, skinny tower, reaching hundreds of feet into the sky, The Campanile.As if on cue, the huge church bell tolled, and the sound filled the square like a bomb.
Thousands of people milled about, engaging in a dizzying array of activity. As she ventured tentatively out into the square, strangers approached her from every direction, all trying to sell their wares.They held out small, wooden dolls, brightly colored glass, flasks of wine, and most of all, masks.Everywhere she looked, there were masks.Even stranger, everywhere she looked, she was shocked to see people wearing them.The predominant mask was white, with a long, beaked nose, but there were masks of all shapes and sizes.Even stranger, many people walked about in full costume, some fully cloaked.It was as if she'd arrived in one huge Halloween party.She had no idea what the occasion was.Did people here always dress like this?
As if that were not enough, everyone seemed to be drunk, or quickly getting drunk. People laughed too loud, sang songs to themselves, jostled each other, and openly drank from jugs of wine.There was music everywhere, every few feet another guitarist, or violinist, sitting on a crate or stool, playing away with an open hat and asking for tips.
Completing the scene were jugglers, comics, clowns, and performers of all sorts. Before her, one man juggled brightly colored balls, while another man juggled torches of fire.Caitlin stopped, in awe, watching.
She was soon jostled roughly, and turned to see a large man, dressed in a cloak and mask, drunk, stumbling, his arm around an elaborately dressed courtesan. As Caitlin watched, he reached down and grabbed her rear roughly, and she screamed with laughter.
This city was like a circus. It was the rowdiest, most chaotic place she had ever seen.She marveled that all this licentiousness could be taking place right here, in front of these churches.It was the strangest dichotomy she had ever seen.Was the city just one, endless party?Or had she arrived at some special time?
Caitlin spotted a small group of finely dressed woman cutting their way through the crowd. They were each dressed in elaborate gowns, ruffling their way, and held a small pouch to their noses as they went.
Caitlin wondered what they were holding, and at just that moment, it hit her. The stench.She had been too stunned to notice it at first, but now, as she walked, she was overwhelmed by the horrible smell of everyone and everything around her.It smelled like no one here had bathed.Ever.
And then she remembered:of course, no one had. It was 1790，after all.Plumbing hadn't been invented yet.As the sun grew higher, and the temperature grew warmer, the stench grew even worse.Caitlin held her nose, but no matter which way she turned, she couldn't get away from it.That's why those women were holding those pouches to their noses:to block out the smell.
Caitlin suddenly felt claustrophobic, and spotted what looked like a side street;she cut her way through a group of jugglers and guitar players, and as she crossed the square, she saw that there were many side streets leading in and out of the square. They were more like narrow alleyways, underneath arched buildings, and she ducked into the nearest one.
Finally, she could breathe;Rose looked relieved, too. They headed down the narrow side street, and it weaved its way left and right.The streets were so narrow, and the buildings blocked out most of the light, and she began to feel confined in this city.She stood there, debating which way to go.She had barely ventured a few blocks, and already she felt disoriented, turned around.She had no idea where she was going, or where to look for Caleb—if he was even here.She wished she had a map—but then again, she had no money—or, at least, no real money—to pay for one.
Worse, she felt the hunger gnawing away at her again, and felt herself growing more irritable. Rose, as if reading her mind, whined.The poor thing was hungry, too.Caitlin was determined to find a way to get them both food.
She suddenly heard a wooden shutter opening up above, followed by a loud splashing. She jumped back, as a bucket of water hit the ground, close to her, startling her.She looked up and saw an old woman, missing teeth, looking down as she finished emptying a bucket, and then slammed closed the shutters.
Caitlin smelled a horrible stench, and didn't need anyone to explain to her what the woman had just done:thrown a bucket of urine out the window. She was revolted.She heard another shutter opening, in the distance, and looked over and watched someone else do the same.She looked down and realized that the streets were lined with urine and feces.She also noticed several rats scurrying to and fro.She nearly wretched.It made her, for the first time, really appreciate the inventions and comforts of her time that she had always taken for granted.Plumbing.Sewage systems.She longed for cleanliness, and felt more homesick than ever.If this was a sneak preview of urban life in 1790，she wasn't sure she could handle it.
Caitlin hurried along, before any more shutters opened, and finally saw what looked like an opening up ahead. She reached the end of the alleyway, and it indeed opened up onto another square, this one less crowded.She was relieved to be out of the side streets and back out into the open light and air again.
She crossed the square, and sat on the edge of the large, circular fountain, in one of the few empty seats amidst the crowd. Rose jumped up beside her, and sat looking up at her, whining.
As Caitlin sat there, trying to collect her thoughts, a person approached, holding out a canvas and pointing at it with a paintbrush. She looked up at him, puzzled, and he kept pointing.“I draw your picture，”he said.“Very pretty.Very nice.You pay me.”
Caitlin shook her head.“I'm sorry，”she said.“I don't have any money.”
The man quickly hurried off. Caitlin looked around the square, and noticed street artists everywhere, all trying to get people to pay them.And then she noticed something which alarmed her:packs of wild dogs.They combed along the sides of the square, rifling through trash, and she saw one dog stop and look her way.It seemed to focus on Rose—and soon, it was trotting in their direction.
Rose must have sensed it, too, because she turned slowly and faced the oncoming animal. Caitlin could feel Rose tense up, and she tensed, too.The large, mangy dog looked somewhat like a German Shepherd, and it came up to Rose, and sniffed her.Rose sniffed back, her hair standing up on her back;as the dog tried to walk behind Rose, Rose suddenly snapped, snarling with an unearthly noise, baring her teeth, and biting the dog's neck—hard.
The dog yelped. Although it was bigger, Rose was clearly more powerful and she did not let go.Finally, the dog took off.
Rose, worked up, sat there, snarling, a vicious, unearthly sound, and several people backed away, giving them space.
Caitlin was shocked. She had never seen Rose like that before.It made her realize Rose was not the small, innocent pup she remembered;she was growing up, and would soon be a full-bred wolf, and a force to be reckoned with.
Caitlin felt the unwelcome stares in their direction, and decided to move on, before someone realized that Rose was not just another dog. The last thing she wanted was to call more attention to them.
Caitlin got up and led Rose to the opposite side of the square. She looked at all the side streets and alleyways leading into and out of the square, and felt overwhelmed.Had she been foolish to come here?How could she ever possibly find Caleb amidst these masses, in this maze of a city?Maybe she should have followed the Priest's advice, and gone to Florence instead.Had she been foolish to follow her heart?
Before she could finish the thought, something caught her attention. On the far side of the square, she noticed a girl get dragged down an alleyway, and heard her muffled cry, before a hand was clasped over her mouth.Clearly, she was in trouble.
Without thinking, Caitlin sprang into action, chasing towards her.
She ran into the alleyway, Rose by her side, and soon found herself running down a set of twisting and turning alleys. She heard the muffled cries in the distance, and turned down another alleyway, then another, getting lost in the maze of narrow side streets.
Finally, she spotted the girl up ahead. She was being dragged by three men towards the end of an alley, one of them with a hand over her mouth, and the others each grabbing an arm.They were huge men, all bald, covered in scars, and evil-looking.
The girl fought back valiantly, biting one of their hands, eyes open wide in fear as she jerked her arms and elbows and legs—but it was of little use. These men were clearly stronger than her.
“Let her go!”Caitlin screamed, as she ran towards them and stopped.
The three men stopped, turned, and looked at Caitlin. They must have been shocked to see a single girl confronting them.At first, they didn't know what to make of it.
“I said, let her go，”Caitlin said, in a low, steely voice.“I'm not going to tell you again.”
Caitlin thought back to the all the times in her life when she'd been bullied, overpowered, especially when she'd been human. She hated bullies, more than anything.And if there was anything she hated worse than that, it was seeing a guy trying to hurt a girl.She felt the rage overwhelm her, felt the heat rise up from her toes, up through her legs and shoulders and hands;she felt it transform her, give her power she never knew she had.It was blinding, all-encompassing.She had no choice.It drove her.
The three cretins dropped the girl, roughly, on the stone, smiled at each other, and turned and walked towards Caitlin. The girl could have ran, but instead she stayed where she was, watching.Caitlin heard Rose growl beside her.
Caitlin didn't wait. She took three steps forward, leapt into the air, and planted two feet hard on the lead man's chest, kicking him so hard that he flew back several feet.
Before the others could react, she wheeled and elbowed one hard across the face, cracking his cheek with a loud noise, and sending him to the ground.
The third man grabbed her from behind with all he had. Caitlin struggled, surprised for a moment.This one was much stronger than she'd expected.
Just as she prepared to flip him over her shoulder, she heard the sound of breaking glass, and felt him drop his grip.
She turned and saw the girl standing behind her, a broken bottle in her hand, and the man lying limp on the ground:she had clearly smashed a bottle over his head.
Before Caitlin could thank her, the first man, back on his feet, charged at her again. But Rose was mad now, and she took the lead, charging him, leaping into the air, and clamping down hard on his throat.The man dropped to the ground, squirming and screaming, but he could not get Rose off.
Finally, he passed out, and Rose returned to Caitlin's side.
Caitlin surveyed the damage:the three men lay there, unconscious.
She turned and looked at the girl.
The girl stared back, bewildered and grateful at the same time.
Caitlin stared back at her, and Caitlin was shocked, too. But not because of what had happened.
Rather, because she knew this girl.
In fact, she had once been her best friend.
It was Polly.