I’m glad Callahan cleared everyone out when he did. No one needs to know about her blood or they’ll be after her for the taste. Andfuck, she’s invoked my morals so unless she takes them back I’ll never taste her.
“You can leave now,” I announce and she doesn’t miss a beat shooting straight for the door.
She does pause before the hallway entrance to glance back. Pale pink eyes looking at D’etre with something similar to guilt or regret.
“Thank you,” she murmurs. “For letting me feed from you. Even though I would have been fine, I. . . owe you.”
D’etre nods stiffly at her and then she’s gone. Apparently she has a moral code of her own. No wonder she didn’t want to feed from anyone.
Without a word D’etre gets up and leaves too. I’m sure he’ll be heading over to Asier to inform him on everything if Callahan hasn’t already. At least we’re finished with all that. Asier canrelax knowing the Mage Board isn’t yet retaliating on him and by extension us.
The night has just begun and it already feels too long. I think I’ll just skip the parading, I have too much shit to do tomorrow anyway.
Eleven
Mavyn – August 15
I did what I told Thorne I would do. I walked in a daze back to my dorm room where Jullia, Asher, and Hanna were waiting. I drank every blood bag in my storage, gave a rundown – I think – to everyone, then passed out.
I didn’t wake up till later Sunday night to Jullia reading in her bed. She had left a cup of water on my desk that I guzzled down. Then she told me the showers were empty and I nodded as I grabbed the towel she was letting me borrow and made my way over.
It felt good to wash the grime off from the night. I had told Jullia I’d wash her clothes before giving them back, but she said she never wears the pants and the shirt was ripped so I could just keep them. I felt guilty about it but I promised myself I’d find a job this week and pay her back for everything.
I’ll have to pay the demigod shapeshifter back too. Turns out Jullia was right and Asher is still going on about it as the three of us head towards the cafeteria for breakfast. Keeping to the routine we had last week. Asher picks us up and we go to breakfast before me and Jullia walk to our first class.
I wish he had just been a regular snake. I miss my own viper. I miss home.
Nothing happens this Monday as we make our way to the line. People still sometimes stare and whisper, but no one approaches me and I’m more or less left alone.
Jullia nudges me and I blink sleepy eyes at her. Food is a must now since I’ve gotten enough sleep. After eating I’ll be back to normal. Then I have to figure out an excuse for why I don’t have a finished Syngenia origins paper that is supposed to be due today.
“I know you don’t look at it,” she whispers, holding out her tablet to a paused video. “But you kind of went viral. Someone had recorded you shoving Darian away and calling him Thorne’s winged bitch. Just an fyi in case anyone says anything about it.”
She presses play and there we are. Asher keeping hold of Jullia to the side with me in the center and the angel behind me. His hands are caging me in and then I shove him. It didn’t look all the powerful, but it pushes him back a couple feet. The side of his face caught on camera with a shocked expression.
Yeah, bitch, I bet you didn’t know I could do that. There’s actually a lot I can do, but I don’t have a training class on my schedule. You can’t start taking those until second year. Which Jullia thinks is bullshit since she does train, but apparently the school isn’t designed to create only warriors.
Still, it could be some sort of extracurricular or like an elective. Not that I was able to pick my classes anyway, but still. I wonder if students are able to use the training arena and gym after classes. I’ll have to ask Asher later since he is taking a training class.
The video comes to Thorne telling me not to threaten people and that’s when I call Darian a winged bitch. It makes me smile because I look badass with my makeup and crossed arms. I have a bad habit of not standing up for myself – or so Ms. Elaycia says – but there are times when I can do it. And I did it then beautifully.
The video ends right as Thorne appears in front of me and then Jullia scrolls to where all the views, likes, and comments are.
The first comment I see is ‘from now on my bet’s on the vampire’. When I look up to Jullia she’s wincing and I give her a look.
“Did you read the other comments?” she asks hesitantly.
Looking back down at the screen I take my finger and scroll down more. There’s a few more comments about how badass the ‘vampire’ is, but then I see why Jullia is being so cautious.
“I’d be her bitch as long as she kept those long legs open,” I read. Turning a few heads that I ignore as I laugh. Despite being so energy-less, it’s kind of amusing. I wave Jullia off. “Don’t even worry about that. I lived in a brothel for five years, comments like that don’t faze me.”
She expels a breath and clicks out of the social media app. “Oh my goddesses. Good. . . that you don’t care about them Imean. It’s still shitty, guys being disgusting like that, but I’m glad you’re not, like, triggered.”
Shrugging I grab a tray and slide it along the edge to start piling food on. “It doesn’t matter where you go males are still all the same. Animals.” Turning and giving Asher a sweet smile, I say, “Except you, Asher. One of the good ones.”
He wraps a hand around Jullia and kisses the top of her head. I drop my smile and roll my eyes at them. Damn lovesick fools.
After we’ve got our food we sit in the same area we sat all last week. The surrounding tables are mostly Asher’s friends or house-mates but they never join us. I told Jullia and Asher they don’t have to always sit with me, but they both shrugged that off. Even though I know Jullia has started to make some friends in her other classes.