Cyrus
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This campus is fucking huge. I look like a goddamn dork walking around with a map held out in front of me, but I haven’t got a clue as to where I’m going. Joey’s class is on the other side of campus, and I feel a little uneasy about being so far away from her. I know she’ll be fine. Fuck, she’s proven it time and time again, but there’s some freaky shit going on around here, and I’ve never been separated from my sister. I don’t like not being there to protect her.
I didn’t like the way that dude was staring at her, nor did I like the way she was staring back. I couldn’t see his aura, and that’s got me on edge. I can see auras surrounding everybody, even demons. It shows me what they’re feeling in their heart. I don’t know if it was my mother or father that passed it down to me, but I don’t care. Seeing auras is going to be crucial in finding people out. Students on campus have been disappearing, some being raped, and bodies have been found with weird markings. So, because of those markings, people are spreading rumors of a cult being behind it all.
I stop for a moment to take in the school’s atmosphere. Students are laughing, studying, walking in groups or on their own. It makes me feel a little out of place. I’ve never had a friend outside the convent. My sister is the only person I have ever even met that’s my own age, and she doesn’t count. I don’t like to complain about the life I’ve been given...hell, I’ve got fucking super powers, and that’s cool as shit. It wasn’t all bad growing up at the convent with Father Martin, having him teach us things that no one else would know, but sometimes I long for the carefree life of the average teenager—to have zero responsibilities, aside from getting good grades and being a good person.
I watch a couple as they walk across the yard and into the nearest building. The girl’s pretty face is split into a wide grin, then she laughs when he wraps his arm around her shoulder, nuzzling his face into her neck. They keep walking, laughing, and clinging to each another. The passion they have for one another is clear to anyone who looks at them. They look happy and in love, and their hot pink auras show me that their love is strong and pure. It intrigues me. I’ve never even met someone to fall in love with, and have no idea what that feeling is all about. What is it like to be emotionally attached to someone like that?
A group of guys, about my age, are throwing a football back and forth in the center of the yard. They’re all having fun, cracking jokes at one another. All of them have a soft pink aura of content and happiness surrounding them. Friends. I wonder what that’s like, to be a part of a group of guys with no other purpose than to let loose and have fun.
As I lift my map back up to see where the fuck I am, I feel someone poke me in the back. My mind goes on alert, but my body stays relaxed. No one would know that I’m thinking of a hundred different scenarios of how best to kill them. Turning around, I see her aura before I see her face. She’s a beautiful blonde, with big round tits that are popping out of her poor excuse of a shirt. I’ve never seen tits like hers in real life before, and I’m having a hard time looking away. Giggles from the other girls cause me to finally look up. Yeah, they caught me.
There are three of them—another blonde, and a brunette. Each are scantily dressed, leaving nothing to my already overactive imagination, and all are wearing heavy make-up. They’re all beautiful, but fake. They all have soft pink auras with flecks of yellow scattered throughout, telling me that they’re are as shallow as they come. I have no interest in talking to them, but my dick sure does. I can feel it growing and hardening as the brunette on the right pulls a cherry flavored lollipop from her mouth and licks her lips as she stares directly at my dick.
Blonde number one giggles again, drawing my attention back to her. She’s twirling her long hair right between her delicious looking cleavage. “So, you’re the new kid everyone’s talking about.” She smiles wide and shows me her perfect white teeth.
“Uh, yeah,” I say, unsure of how to respond. I’m new to being in a social situation like this. I’ve been around humans, such as the nuns at the convent, all my life, but I’ve only talked to strangers when I’ve been gathering information that benefit a mission. I’m not sure how to act, but then I hear Father Martin’s words to me and Joey before we left.
‘This is going to be different from any other mission you’ve been on. It will be challenging, and it will require more thought than you’d think necessary, but I know you can do this. You have to do this. These people need you, whether they know it or not. You need to blend in, make friends, and find the ones responsible for what is happening. You’re both good people. You know it, and I know it. Use whatever you can to get the job done.’
I rack my brain, trying to come up with something to say, while the girls stare at me with small frowns creasing each of their foreheads. Then it hits me—Dean Winchester. I’ve watched every episode of Supernatural at least fifteen times. Dean is a badass and smooth with ladies. So, calling on my inner Dean, my face splits into a smile.
“That’s me.” I wink at the brunette. “The name’s Cyrus DeAngelus, and I’m happy to meet you fine ladies. Do any of you know how to get to the sociology building?”
The brunette steps forward, linking her arm through mine. “Actually, Cyrus, we were just heading that way ourselves.” She looks at me and seductively bats her eyelashes. I don’t miss the scowl from her two friends as we start to walk off in the opposite direction from where I was heading.
Blonde number one comes along and threads her arm through my free one, and the four of us walk to my first class. They’re all trying to talk at once in these annoying little voices, and though I make sure to inject some witty comments here and there, I just want to get to class and away from these girls. The smell of their combined perfume is clogging my nostrils, and if their auras didn’t turn me off, the subject of their banter certainly does. They make jokes about other girls we pass and what they’re wearing. I don’t join in on their laughter. The brunette keeps pressing her tits into my arm, but I don’t even care anymore. My dick was hard before, but not anymore. Everything about these girls is now a complete turnoff.
Entering the classroom, the girls usher me to an empty row of seats, placing me directly in the middle. I sit and pull out a pen and notebook from my backpack. At this point, I’m not even listening to them anymore. Their shrill laughter and cutting words are getting on my last nerve.
Sitting back in my chair, I take a look around. Students are scattered throughout the classroom with every male eye on my entourage, and every female eye on me, all except for the girl in the second row. Her head hangs low as her hand moves furiously, scribbling something in the tattered notebook on her desk. I can’t take my eyes off of her. Her aura looks like a tie-dyed mixture of blue, black, and orange—sadness, depression, and fear. I’ve never seen anything like it.
Standing from my desk, I gather my things before turning back to the ignorant trio of bimbos. “Thanks for showing me the way, ladies, but I see a friend of mine down there. If you’ll excuse me.”
Their indignant comments fade as I get closer to the girl and the empty seat beside her. Trying my best to sound smooth, I stop in front of her and ask, “Is this seat taken?”
Her hand stops moving across the paper and her head whips up. Surprise and recognition make my eyes widen, mirroring her own. It’s the girl from the office, the one I couldn’t stop staring at. I’d felt drawn to her, and now, looking into her green eyes, that draw is pulling at me once more.
She continues to stare at me, mouth parted slightly in surprise. I don’t wait for an answer. I sit my ass down in the vacant chair before I end up tripping over myself from the pull she has on me. As if snapping out of a trance, she gasps and looks away. I feel the loss of those eyes like a physical punch to the gut. I want them back.
“Cyrus.” Her eyes snap back to mine. I would feel their gaze right down to my very soul if I had one. “My name, it’s Cyrus.”
Nibbling on her lower lip, she takes a deep breath. “Emersyn.”
Emersyn. Just the sound of her name makes my heart race. Ducking my head, I recapture her eyes with my own. “Pretty name. Nice to meet you, Emersyn.” I smile my most seductive Dean Winchester smile, and give her a single wag of my eyebrows. When her face turns a bright shade of red, I almost lose it. I want to capture her lips and see if I can make her blush even more with a kiss.
The professor enters the room and stops my mind from wandering by getting right down to today’s lecture. When he tells us to pull out our textbooks, I lie and say that I hadn’t bought the book yet, but I did. It’s in my backpack. The professor instructs Emersyn to share hers with me. Perfect.
I spend the rest of the class with my chair pushed right up against hers, reading over her shoulder. Her hair is long, a soft gleaming shade of brown I’ve never seen before, and it smells like fucking chocolate. Who knew chocolate could make my cock throb and my pulse thump through my ears, all at the same time?
I try to catch her eyes throughout class, but she purposely avoids me, turning the pages when necessary, and turning a brighter shade of red every time her arm rubs up against mine. When the professor ends the class, she bolts from her seat and gathers her books quickly. Just as she moves to dash out of the room, I grasp her arm, loosely, holding her in place.
“Thanks for sharing your book, Emersyn.” I want to bang my chest like a fucking caveman when I see little spots of pink start to show up throughout her aura of black depression. She smiles at me then, and the whole world stops. I don’t hear the chairs scraping on the floor, or the other people talking as they exit the room. I don’t even see the trio of bimbos standing at the door waiting for me, or the dreary lecture hall around me. All I see is that fucking smile. I see her purity and her goodness. She takes my fucking breath away.
I freeze, becoming speechless when she whispers, “You’re welcome, Cyrus.” Turning on her heel, she hurries from the room. I thought the way she smelled, and the beauty in her smile was something, but hearing her say my name is more than I can explain. The only thing I can think of is ways to get her to smile and say my name again. I need to hear it again.
But I can only stand here, staring at the hallway beyond the door, wondering what the fuck this feeling is when I see the guy from the office watching her leave before casually walking out behind her. Is he following her?
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Joey
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Coming to the library was a huge bust. Why did I think they would have a good section on paranormal books? It’s a huge fucking library, don’t get me wrong, but they have shit for anything I could use for research. The closest thing to real in these books is the fucking boogie man.
It’s a good thing I brought a lot of my own books with me from the convent. Not like that does me a whole lot of good right now, but since I’m already here, I figure I might as well grab a couple of books that I’ll need for class. Even though I have all of my textbooks, I know I’ll need more. For me, reading is knowledge, and I can’t have only half information. I’m always needing more. I like to cross-examine everything, and look at every possibility.
Grabbing a few books about the human mind and body, I head up to the counter to check them out. As I’m taking my student ID out of my bag, I feel someone staring at me somewhere close by. Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I continue staring forward, but I try reaching out to those I feel around me.
I know it’s not the librarian because she’s barely even paying attention to me as she scans my books into her computer. I feel a few other students around, and even though I can’t hear their thoughts completely, I can feel that they are focused on what they’re doing.
Just as I’m about to give up and call it paranoia, I feel something snap inside my mind, and I pause when I hear someone’s thoughts, although they seem almost muffled. I can’t tell if it’s male or female because I’m barely hearing the tone, just mumbled words.
Who...she? Why can’t...inside... feeling...her? Need to...back later.
Not being able to stand it anymore, I turn around and scan the library for the mysterious thinker. There’s a group of girls sitting at one of the tables to the right, but they’re all slumped over large stacks of books. A few tables away from them are two guys and a girl, sitting quietly, talking, and even though they glance up at me every so often, I know it’s not any of them. They may be talking about me, but it’s probably more curiosity than anything else. I don’t get full sentences from what I hear, but I can tell that it’s more than just curiosity over who the new girl is.
I see a few others scattered around the library, but no one stands out. It’s like I imagined it or something, but that can’t be.
Walking towards the door, I do one more sweep to see if I missed anyone before walking out the door. I only make it two steps before I come face-to-face with the mystery man from the office.
Neither of us say anything. We just stare at each other in shock, both of us with questions in our eyes. I even catch a hint of anger in the depths of his gaze, but I have no idea why it’s there. It’s not like I’ve done anything to him.
Needing to know if he’s the one I heard inside the library, I focus and reach into his mind. After a few seconds, I finally start to pick up something. It’s not words, but I can hear the tone of his voice. I can’t be completely certain, but my gut tells me it’s a match. While he continues to stare at me and look me up and down, I concentrate harder, trying to push myself further into his thoughts, trying to hear or read something...anything.
What is she doing? I hear faintly, but since I’m not looking at his mouth, I have no idea if he whispered it out loud, or if he was thinking it.
I continue to listen, and this time, I watch his mouth. To my utter surprise, and frustration, I get this flash inside my head of him pushing me up against the wall, claiming my mouth in a brutal kiss.
I gasp and look away, embarrassed and irritated about what I just saw. I mean, come on! I know I’m a nineteen-year-old girl that has never even kissed a guy, but I have fantasies, even though I’m not human, but to think of him doing that to me? And for me to feel excited about it? I’m losing it.
Fuck, she’s blushing, like she knows what I’m thinking. I hear his thought as it flows through my head.
Suddenly, it all becomes clear as day. His voice is the one I heard in the library, and I just witnessed what he was thinking. I feel better knowing that it wasn’t me who thought it, but I can’t stop thinking about how the image made me feel. I’m instantly embarrassed and pissed off at myself. I need to get away from him. I can’t be thinking of things like this, especially when I don’t even know who or what he is yet.
Dammit, this is all too much. I need to get out of here and get to class. I can’t skip out on my first day. So, steeling my resolve, I walk around him, brushing my shoulder against him as I pass, hoping I’m giving him the impression that I’m not interested.
“My name’s Merrick, by the way,” he says, just as I get past him.
Turning around, I give him a cocky grin. “Good to know.” I walk a few steps backwards and give him a wink before turning around.
“What do I call you?” he shouts after me.
This has me laughing, putting a genuine smile on my face. “You don’t,” I shout back, without turning around.
On my walk to class, I have the urge to turn and see if he’s following me. Merrick. It’s a sexy name for a dark, sexy guy. Shit, I was just flirting with him. I’ve never done that before. What am I thinking? What if he’s a demon and I have to vanquish him? I can’t even think of getting myself involved with anyone right now, especially if they could be a dangerous.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the thought of my parents, and I don’t begrudge them anything, but there’s no way I’m going to fall in love with a demon like my mother did. I’m already half-demon, so I sure as hell have no intention of bringing anymore evil into my life. It’s hard enough to fight some of my urges that I know aren’t right, or for the good of this world. Sometimes, I just want to be bad, but I know it’s wrong. It may only be a small part of me, but it’s not who I want to be. It’s not who Father Martin raised and trained me to be. I don’t want to disappoint him after everything he’s done for me and my brother.
Once I find my class, I look at my schedule and double check the room number before heading inside. Not wanting to sit in the front for fear of being called on, but also not wanting to sit in the very back either, I pick a spot right in the middle. This is good, right? Normal students would sit here. God, that’s one thing I hate about this—I’m constantly second-guessing myself. I’m not fucking normal, but I know I need to act that way. And frankly, I have no fucking clue how to do it. I’ve always felt out of place, even at the convent. There has always been something lurking inside of me that I’ve kept secret, even from Cyrus. I don’t want to him to look down on me, or think I’m a horrible person. I need to pull my shit together.
I’m not evil.
Maybe if I say it enough, I’ll start to believe it.
Once I’m situated in my seat, I get out what I’ll need. It’s history, so I shouldn’t have any problems. Part of my training was to know world events, and understand that not everything is accurate or true. For example, the assassination of John F. Kennedy was not orchestrated by a human. It had nothing to do with the fact that he was the president. It was actually because he made a deal with the Devil himself, and didn’t hold up to his end of the bargain. But it’s not like I can tell anyone that.
Anyway, it’s time to get to work, and I’m not talking about class assignments. I need to start breaking down what I can do first to get us closer to what we’re really here for. I need to talk to students, see what the rumors are, and hopefully find anyone who may have witnessed anything strange, even the events themselves. I’ve already seen one strange incident today, so it’s possible we may be closer than we thought for our first day. One can only hope.
A shadow falls over me. Since I don’t know anyone here besides my brother, who’s on the other side of campus by now, I can only imagine that it’s Merrick. I’m ready with a witty, sarcastic remark on the tip of my tongue as I look up, but it’s not him. I have no idea who this guy is, but damn, he’s hot! He looks like a Greek God, but I can tell right away that that’s the only thing he has going for him. I can see it in his eyes that there’s nothing good inside of him.
“Is this seat taken?” he asks.
“Oh, um...no, but I’d actually prefer to sit alone.” I’m hoping he doesn’t argue with me. I just want to sit here quietly and get through this class. I know I need friends, but he doesn’t seem like they type I would want to know.
“Aw, come on, beautiful. I won’t distract you...much.” He ends with a cocky smirk that irritates the hell out of me. This guy either doesn’t get told no a lot, or he doesn’t take rejection well.
“It’s a tempting offer, but I really must decline,” I say and turn my attention back to the things in front of me, dismissing him.
I hear him grind his teeth. Before I can look up, he’s already taken the seat next to me. Pissed off that he would disregard my answer, I clench my fists. As much as I want to reach behind me for the knife hidden under my shirt and scare the shit out of him, I know I can’t. I try to tell myself that he’s just some pushy dickhead that needs to learn a lesson. I need to keep a low profile, and stabbing him wouldn’t help with our job. I just don’t have the time or patience to deal with self-centered assholes.
I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind instead of my fist, when I hear a now familiar voice.
“She told you she didn’t want your company, Val, so why don’t you do us all a favor and move the fuck on. She’s not your type anyway. She looks like she actually has standards and class.” He ends on a snicker, but I don’t miss his menacing tone.
“Who the fuck asked you, Rick? I am the guy who can meet her ‘standards,’ unlike you.” He looks over to me and winks.
I feel my temper flare. I know it’s completely unladylike, but I can’t help myself. This guy is really rubbing me the wrong way. First, it’s what I could see in his eyes. Second was his disrespectful attitude, and now it’s this. I open my mouth to say something—anything—to berate him and call him out on his shit, but Merrick beats me to the punch.
He doesn’t waste his words on the dumbass who obviously doesn’t listen. Instead, Merrick takes a more physical approach, which is something I wish I were doing, but it’s hot as hell to watch him grab this Val jerk by his shirt and haul him out his seat.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time, so let me repeat it. Fuck off, Val, or deal with me.” It’s a threat that pisses Val off, but he’s smart enough to back down, at least for now by the look on his face.
“Whatever. You can have the bitch,” he says, but I have a feeling I haven’t seen the last of Val. Good. Maybe I can work some of my frustrations out on him and use him as a punching bag. Now that would make for some fun.
“Sorry about that. He’s an ass. He never knows when to take no for an answer.” Merrick says as he takes the now vacant seat beside me. And even though I wanted to have some privacy, I find comfort in him sitting with me. Go fucking figure.
“I feel like I should say thank you, but I really don’t want to. I’m a firm believer of not doing anything that you don’t want to do. I also feel like I should tell you that I could have handled him, but it was a nice show you put on there, so thanks for that,” I say with a smile. I do appreciate the gesture, but I don’t want him to think I’m helpless. Or maybe that’s exactly what I should have him and others thinking. Ugh, I hate this second-guessing bullshit. Maybe I should ask Cyrus later what he thinks. Should I be me, yet a toned down version, or play the helpless female? If he says that I need to play the helpless damsel in distress, I may puke before I punch him. But, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do when on a mission to save the world.
Merrick opens his mouth to respond, but the professor calls the class to attention. I give him another cocky smile and wink before I tune him out, or pretend to, and pay attention to the lecture. Later, I’ll have to figure out how to assess if Merrick is on the side of good or evil. It really sucks that I’m suddenly interested in getting to know him. If I actually prayed to the God that ripped my mother’s wings from her back, I would pray that he’s human and good. I really don’t want to have to kill him.