Chapter two

“Dru? Studying? Why, I do believe that as an unheard of concept.” Daff replied to the air above my head, well it wasn’t hard, seeing as how he stood at 6’’5 and I only stood at 5’’6. Its short for my age but I do believe that I have a growth spurt on its way, it has its ups and downs.

        “Daff, I don’t like you in the slightest but I’m going to have to agree with you on this.” Max said behind me. I didn’t take my eyes off Daff, and he happily returned my glare with a look of triumph. Max stood closer to Daff’s height, 6’’4 (I hope he doesn’t grow anymore), but he made up for it in bulk. He laid a pale hand on my shoulder. I hadn’t even heard him walk over.

        “C’mon Dru, I’ll help.” He made no move to turn me or move me.

        “I can help too, but I don’t think little Dru wants my help.” I smiled. It was a ‘nice’ smile, a fake one, but that’s all I could muster. This threw Daff off. He didn’t except a kind gesture, but I could feel his heart rate give a small kick. What’s his deal?

        “Though it was wonderful to talk to you Daff, I have to be going now.”  I turned my eyes on Max, but by the way his face changed I could tell mine had too.

        “I don’t need anything from you.” When I turned back to Daff he had the craziest look on his face: worry. I hadn’t seen any other look but triumph, amusement, sarcasm and his stupid lazy grin. I stepped closer until the tips of our boots met.

“Move.” He grinned with his arms up, and stepped out of the room, giving me just enough space for me to jet out. I walked a little faster than I should’ve, but walking felt good.

        I didn’t know what made me so angry I hadn’t been that angry since my mom came to visit me. Being 14 and stuck in a Mansion with 24 other Bralevens, plus eight professors and… well Daff, it tended to make me cramp. There was a consular, brought in for Daff five years ago, but she decided to stick around and help the staff here with students. Her name was Charlotte Crovesskie; she told us to call her Charlie. Right now, I’m not too fond of her.

        I couldn’t muster a reason Max had thought of to go up to her and discuss me. Me! A girl who has no bad feelings for anyone (I don’t count Daff as anyone) and doesn’t go on rampages all the time, (Well, that’s an if-y subject) and goes to class, (doing the work doesn’t count I think).

        I turned out the long corridor and entered the girl’s dorm. There were 11 girls and 14 boys but if you’re counting Daff, its 15. The female Leven student count would make it the second largest in the state for the Braleven race. They usually don’t come to school, staying home to learn the human way and rise children, never telling them what they truly are, but if they did they wouldn’t allow the female children to go to school to train, just the males.

My mother was one of those women. She went off when she graduated to be a Transvice and found a male Trant, though he had no idea of the fact for he was raised to be a human. My mother married this man and he soon became my father and he became aware of his true race, for my mother told him what he was. He was a lawyer and he was a good one, we had money, yes, but we never flaunted it like most people did. We had a decent sized house with a nice yard and a dog named Yarely. When I turned ten my mother told me what I was, I didn’t take it well. I ran away and stayed away for two weeks, until something crossed my path. It was a demon, I didn’t and still don’t, know what kind of demon it was, but I did know that it didn’t want me alive. I started to chase me and I ran wild through dark night streets, there was no one awake and nowhere to run but I kept going, but finally the demon caught up with me and started to beat me.

It took be to the ground, and my head hit. Before I could only see under the street lamps, but for a few seconds I couldn’t see anything. But when I could see the only thing that was in my sight was a pair of red eyes. It clutched on to my hair and started to drag me away. At this point I was crying, and screaming. I couldn’t do much without almost fainting, but when I stopped crying I saw a figure running up from in front of me. It was a small boy, and all he did was run up and swing a sword at the side of the demon's neck and I was released. I hit the ground again and this time I went out.

A shock went through me and I blinked my eyes, my face was wet and the boy was leaning over me. My first reaction was my eyes getting wide. Then I said, “My name is Drupe.” Which isn’t my name, but that's what came out.

        “Dru!”

“Yeah, that’s it.” I said to the boy, but he wasn’t the one who said it. Then I looked down past my feet to the figure running up to us. She knelt down and looked me over.

“Oh, it’s you. But you’re in France?” I couldn’t quite make her face out past the black spots that reminded me of black clouds that flashed every time I blinked. But there was no mistaking her.

It was my older sister, she was 16 and had been going to a boarding school in France, that’s where my mother and father had sent her, they planned to send me to Europe, and they had me learning the language since before I could talk. She ran up to me with a hard look in her eyes, she looked at me with protection and anger; that’s when the black flashing clouds grew bigger. She looked at my wavering face and called to me, I only saw the blackness and her lips moving beyond it.

I fell into the dark black pit of unconsciousness.

        When I woke, everything came into the clear; my mother was sitting next to a mirror- wait… That was my sister! They wore the same dark blue leather looking vest type thing with matching pants, with a tool belt around their waste, an array of weapons, all different sorts.

My mother leaped from her set when she saw I was awake, but my sister stood in her way. The look on her face knowing, and she sat back down. Glena turned towards me and told me where she had been in the last six years, telling me about what I would learn there, how I would be doing things so much more deferent from now.

She took me to France with no protest from my mother. I haven’t heard from her in four years, mainly because we aren’t allowed to communicate during the trimesters and we only have a month for break before starting the next level. Glena keeps me updated on the family, she had her Upcoming last year.

I put my ruin key(my name in the Accent Language) on the door knob and turned it and stepped inside. I had a desk in the corner with a brown chair tucked underneath, and a mattress and box spring on a tiled floor, my white thin blanket folded at the end of the bed with my white pillow on top. I took a deep breath, I loved it in here.

I went to my desk and pulled my bag onto it. I pulled my Psychology book and a notebook from it. I placed them in front of me as sat down.

I opened the book, then the notebook to a clean page, and sat there. I read the first paragraph, but wasn’t really paying attention to it so I re-read it. For the next 10 minutes that was all I did. I could’ve sworn I passed out setting up, until the knock came at the metal door.

It couldn’t be my roommate who forgot her key, I have no roommate, it wasn’t Daff; I would feel it (gross). The only other person it could be was Max, but he wouldn’t be stupid enough to interrupt me when I get pissed.

I thought all this to myself as I walked the three feet to the door. When I placed my right hand on the door knob I placed my left on the knife I kept on the wall. I did it every time someone knocked. Never had to use it though.

Male, 6’4”,  15 to 16 years of age, blonde-brown hair down to the lobes, gray-green eyes, left handed, light build, leather brown boots, blue denim jeans, white tank top, blue and white plaid shirt. Strong jaw, quick eyes(saw me seeing him) high cheek bones.

This is what passed through my head the second I opened the door, I could tell he was doing the same to me.

“Dinnen, Dinnen Quarts. I’m your new roommate.”