Chapter 11 #2
“Good morning, class.” Why the fuck is he talking like that.
All deep and rumbling and like he’s trying to get us off.
I mean, he sounded like that Saturday night but I thought.
. . actually I don’t even know what I thought.
I was too exhausted and hungry. “I’m sure you’re expecting Varian, but unfortunately he was called away for the day so I will be taking over his classes. My name is Castiel D’etre.”
Murmurs go up and I catch bits and pieces of “demigod” and “spymaster” and “sexiest male alive”. I’d roll my eyes if he wasn’t staring directly at me.
A girl in the front row lifts her hand and the demigod glances at her before nodding. She rests her arms on the desk in a move that shoves her breasts up. I don’t know why she does it since our uniform doesn’t allow for her cleavage to show, but who am I to judge a lady trying to get some.
“Professor D’etre,” she purrs and now I do roll my eyes. Nevermind, I do and will judge. “Does this mean you will be teaching at Syngenia? And will Professor. . . Varian be coming back tomorrow?”
The demigod leans against the desk as he crosses his arms. Large, powerful, stupid arms that are covered in gold markings and symbols.
Some of them almost look familiar and unconsciously I lean forward to get a better look at them.
I’m pretty sure he had them covering his chest too when he let me feed from him, but I can’t fully remember.
The most that I remember from that night was him saying I’m not a spy and his golden blood filling my mouth. I’ve never had demigod blood before, and I wish I never did because I want more.
He smirks at the girl. “Professor Asier will be back tomorrow, and yes, I will be a professor here at the university. I’ll be taking over Professor Mackly’s Race Insight and Theology class after this one, as well as Race Anatomy, and I will be helping Professor Asier with the training and External Controlling classes.
Though those two are for year two and up. ”
No. Fucking. Way.
I clench my teeth together because I have Professor Mackly’s Race Insight and Theology class after this one. I was supposed to be done with these meddling celestials.
The demigod returns his eyes to me and I look off to the side so I don’t have to look at him. He is the only teacher I will be looking at all freaking day since Professor Asier is also my professor to Intro to Power Compulsion at the end of the day.
“Now,” he begins. “Professor Asier did leave notes for today. You all have been learning about the history of Syngenia and how it was first created. He also said you all should have an essay to turn in about it. Go ahead and pass them down the rows to the right and then to the front.”
Everyone starts shuffling papers and I sigh in defeat. Jullia gives me a sympathetic look as she hands me her stack of papers and those from down the row. I take them and hold them out to Callahan without looking at him.
After a couple seconds and they haven’t been taken I turn my head and he’s watching me with a brow raised.
“What?” I grit.
He takes the papers. “Where’s yours?”
“I was comatose all weekend thanks to your ass of a house president and your buddy-buddy professor. I didn’t get to finish.”
Leaning back into my chair I cross my arms and stare at the tablet on my desk.
I never actually went to school, but I always completed every task ever given to me at its deadline.
All my chores were finished when they needed to be, every side project I was given was completed when needed, any homework I got from Ms. Elaycia or Nana was done and handed in for them to inspect.
Not being able to finish this essay grates on my nerves because it’s not that I didn’t know how to finish it or I didn’t have enough time to do so, I simply was passed out.
I wasn’t able to eat anything all Saturday and Sunday and after being poisoned and only having a limited amount of blood my body was completely diminished and resorted to going unconscious to try and preserve any energy left.
And it’s Thorne’s fucking fault. Him and all the rest of them and their paranoia and not getting me a fucking blood bag. That still wouldn’t have been enough, I needed a feast of regular food and then a solid eight hours of rest.
Instead I got demigod blood that although was good did not come from a bag and I had no means to buy myself any food anyways.
Fuck you, you motherfucking vampire bitch for shoving that vampyr blood into me and the enforcers for not listening when I said I wasn’t turned and the Mage Board for shucking me off to this fucking school without any supplies.
And fuck this school for discriminating against vampires because everyone has hiring flyers and posters and portals open but none of them want a vampire.
I’m going to die here, and it’s not even going to be because of another student or staff.
With the demigod shuffling papers on the desk I lean closer to Jullia. She tilts her head towards me as I whisper, “For family day can we go see our families or do they come here? And what if they’re on Earth?”
She leans back as she thinks about it. “You’re asking because of Ms. Elaycia?” When I nod she tilts her head to think more about it. “If they were granted access to leave Earth and enter Miy then yes. You’d also have to get access if you were to leave for the day and visit them.”
Well that’s not gonna happen. At least for me getting access. And I don’t even know if they know where I am. I didn’t tell the enforcers or Mage Board where I had been staying before. I didn’t want to risk Ms. Elaycia getting in some sort of trouble.
“Do they know you’re here?”
I pull the shortest of the four necklaces I always wear. It’s a thinner silver chain attached to a small circle of blood stone with silver detailing wrapped around it. Nana has a matching blood stone but hers is a slightly larger circle she wears as a ring.
“If I smear my blood on this stone Nana will know something’s wrong and I need her help.” I whisper back. “I don’t know if it tracks me too, I’ve never had to use it before. Do you know anything about blood stones?”
She shakes her head as the demigod clears his throat and everyone silences as we all face him.
I turn my head straight but I return my eyes back to my tablet on the desk.
He tells us to open our textbooks to page thirty-two and as most of everyone pull out physical textbooks to open, I click on the digital version.
The rest of class is boring as Professor D’etre teaches us about the evolution of Syngenia University.
For some reason he doesn’t mention the witches.
Professor Asier didn’t either, and while I know their populations started to decrease after the War of Gods, there seems like there are a lot of holes in the history.
Starting off with the fact that it was not a mage who built up the structure of the university, but a goddamn vampire.
I can imagine Nana going off on all of them for their shitty history.
But after last week when I said Syngenia was first noted as the name of the first blood witch and her vampyr daughter, and how everyone reacted, I thought it would be best to not comment on anything.
Not even Hanna or Asher knew that was when the name was first used. So from now on I’m going to be keeping my mouth shut.
Professor D’etre ends the hour and a half long class by saying our assignments are on the portal and then the bells ring. Turning off my tablet, I stand and me and Jullia walk in the opposite direction as Callahan.
Pushing Jullia ahead of me when we get off the stairs I say, “I need to ask the professor a question.”
She nods and waves as she hurries out. My next class – with said professor – is in thirty minutes but Jullia’s next one is in ten.
I use my umbrella like a cane as I force myself towards the professor. He’s sitting at the desk looking over whatever papers are on there. He doesn’t look up at me until the class is empty. Well, empty except for Callahan, who waits by the door.
“Yes, Ms. Tsuki,” the demigod drawls as he smirks without looking at me.
The top button of his shirt is undone, but it isn’t open enough for me to see if there’s still a scar at the crook of his neck. Anytime the devil would force my fangs into his skin the marks would take weeks to heal even though they should have done so within maximum a day.
“Would you like to see it?” he hums. I snap my eyes from his shoulder to nearly black eyes holding amusement.
“See what?”
“Your mark.”
And my umbrella creaks as I grip it tighter.
I’m about to snap at him that no, I do not want to see it but his fingers are already undoing the next couple buttons and he’s sliding his collar over.
Right there in the spot where his neck meets his shoulder are two small puncture marks.
There’s the tiniest bit of berry and floral scent and I grit my teeth.
He always loved when my marks didn’t fade for a long time. Always making me bite in visible places. Showing them off when he was around and taunting me with them.
You are mine, he would growl in my ear. This is proof of that.
You wanna know why I won’t ever go into a bloodlust? This is why. I refuse to mark anyone. I never wanted to mark anyone ever again. And for nearly nine years I kept that promise to myself.
And then I fucked it up. I can’t even blame him or Thorne.
It was my choice. I could have shut my brain down and knocked myself out.
I could have disregarded his consent and walked away.
Even when I drank from the girls at the brothel when they let me, they always opened their own skin up and let me drink. My fangs never pierced their skin.
My fangs haven’t pierced anyone’s skin in nine fucking years.