?“Welp,” I say, popping thep. “Can’t argue with that.”
?She smiles and chuckles as she shakes her head and turns to face the front. The line goes by relatively quickly and after a few more minutes we get to the table where a red-head who looks vaguely familiar sits.
?She scoffs when she looks at me. “Oh look, our savior.”
?Oh my fucking god.It’s the bitch from move-in day.
?Her eyes snap towards Jullia and her glare intensifies. “With her little water buddy. How cute you made a friend. Good thing you’re both in your lanes.”
?What the fuck?
?Jullia shrinks herself and I officially hate the bitch.
?“Can we just sign in and get our clothes, Trisha.”
?The vampyr rolls her eyes. She scratches something off on the chart on the table and throws two tote shaped bags at us. Jullia fumbles to catch hers but I let mine hit my stomach and then fall to the floor. A bit frozen with confusion because actually, what the fuck?
?“Still a weak, little droplet, aren’t you Jullia,” she sneers.
?Ohhhh, no, no, no.
?“You know,” I say, which grants me another disgusted eye roll. “They say not everybody makes it to Syngenia graduation.”
?The vampyr curls the corner of her lip in a dark grin revealing her fangs. “Exactly.”
?“Exactly,” I repeat. And then I use her blood to fracture her heart.
?Like a light switching off behind her eyes, faster than a bullet through the brain, her face slams into the table. It happens so fast that my aura didn’t even become known and my eyes stayed pink.
?Jullia’s heart trips and it takes a moment for people to process what happened.
?Not that I killed her, of course, but that her head banged into the table.
?Stooping down, I pick up my bag which looks like it has clothes for us to change into right as someone approaches the girl. It takes another moment for them to realize she’s actually dead and there’s a light commotion as some professor approaches.
?Not many people around us pay attention as this isn’t the first time someone has dropped dead. Most people at this school don’t make it to gradation – usually because they either fail or drop out, but occasionally because they end up dead. It’s a common enough occurrence. We are in a magical world with magical anomalies, after all.
?Only when people of importance are involved do others tend to get in trouble. Case in point, when I burned down the demon councilman’s son’s rooms.
?“What happened?” the professor gruffs, not really angry, just annoyed.
?I shrug. “Probably a heart attack.” Then I nudge Jullia and ask, “Where do we go to change?”
?The professor scoffs before ordering someone to come clean this up. Jullia frozenly turns and starts pulling me towards where some other girls are going. Probably some kind of locker room.
?When we enter it she wraps her hand around my upper arm and shoves us into a corner away from the other girls in here already changing. Pulling up a sound barrier Asher must have taught her, she simply stares at me. But I can feel how fast her blood is moving.
?“I didn’t feel your aura.”
?She states it like a fact. Her body is lightly tensed but aside from her blood flow she’s not giving me anything about what she’s thinking.
?“That’s because I did not release it from my blood.”
?An emotion I can’t name flashes through her eyes. “How did you kill her then?”
?There’s no emotion behind her words. Maybe mild curiosity, but there’s no anger, no judgement, no resentment.
?Killing her was probably overdramatic, but there was something vile about her. Like Nana’s mother. A coating of oil slick with so much grime. I wouldn’t have went so far, but Jullia made herself smaller because of the vampyr. That cemented her fate.
