Paranormal Public (Paranormal Public Series) (12 page)

“I’m on probation. I can’t do anything that gets me in trouble or they’ll kick me out,” I answered. Even the thought of the President catching me breaking the rules made me shudder.

“Honestly, they’re probably going to kick you out anyway,” said Lisabelle cheerfully. “You might as well live it up.”

“Lisabelle!” cried Sip. “That’s not nice.”

“No one’s ever accused me of being nice,” said Lisabelle.

Before Lisabelle could answer, Lough joined us and the conversation shifted to other stuff. Lisabelle almost completely ignored Lough, so Sip was left to talk to him. I was too wrapped up in the thought of how I was going to get through the rest of the week to pay much attention to what they were saying.

Right before we left for class Lisabelle leaned over to me and said, “Don’t worry. We’re going to get you a tour of the grounds.”

“That’s what worries me,” I muttered. Lisabelle just threw back her head and laughed.

Yesterday Professor Korba’s class had been mostly introductory stuff, like introducing ourselves to each other. But today I was excited. I wanted to know more about werewolves and vampires and everything else. I hoped that the knowledge would help me feel more at home at Paranormal Public, instead of excluded from everything. It might also help me prove to Keller that I understood enough history so that we could start learning real magic.

Since the class was in the first half of the day, only other Airlee students were in it. Lisabelle, Lough, and Sip were all there. Plus a few others, including the twin werewolves, Katie and Lauren, from the first night.

Professor Korba stood waiting for us at the head of the room. The classrooms at public all had light carpeting, white walls, and dark wooden desks. It looked like the professors had free reign to decorate as they wished, because Korba had his walls covered in drawings of paranormals.

I soon discovered that Professor Korba liked to spend his class time with him talking – and us listening. Lisabelle literally looked like she might cry.

“The vampire,” Professor Korba began, “is a creature of the night. Vampires can drink the blood of any red-blooded mammal and survive on it, but of course vampires prefer human blood. Some vampires have magical powers that include moving objects and controlling fire. A very few have healing powers. The vampires here who can heal are trained to do so. Their physical characteristics are clear. They are normally tall, thin and strong. They have difficulty going out in sunlight, but may do so if they take the proper precautions.”

Lough raised his hand. “What are those?”

“There is a special mixture they can wear,” explained Professor Korba.

‘“Glorified sunscreen?” Lough offered.

Professor Korba frowned. “Don’t make fun, young man. Most vampires could rip you to shreds in your untrained state if they so desired. Then they’d go find some real work to do.”

Lough paled. “At least I didn’t get thrown into a wall,” he muttered to Lisabelle. She ignored him.

“They can be killed using a stake to the heart or by chopping off the head. They can be harmed with iron and they can be kept away with garlic. The garlic is the weakest of these methods, of course, but it should do the trick in a pinch. It will not hurt them, however. As you know, most of the vampires are on the side of the paranormals, but there are a few who are on the side of the demons. Really, I would suggest that if there’s a vampire attacking you, you should simply run.”

“Great,” I heard Lisabelle say on the other side of Sip. “Be pathetic.”

If Professor Korba heard her he didn’t give any sign. He just continued to talk.

“Now, moving on to how a vampire becomes a vampire….”

“This is going to be the longest class ever,” said Lisabelle, settling back into her seat with a glare at Korba.

“I think it’s interesting,” I informed her, and returned my attention to Professor Korba. I barely noticed when the lights in the room started to flicker.

For the rest of class Professor Korba discussed werewolves and pixies. He explained that werewolves were similar to vampires in that humans could become them if they were bitten. They were also similar in that both were shape-shifters. I had known that werewolves were – obviously – they could change into wolf form at their convenience. But it surprised me to learn that vampires could shape-shift into mist at night. Only very skilled vampires could do it, and even they had trouble doing it for any length of time, but still, it was a very powerful ability.

It reminded me of my last few nights at home. Mist had always surrounded me as I walked. Now I wondered what, or who, that mist had been. There was a very good chance it had been one or more vampires.

Professor Korba also talked about pixies. Most were pretty, petite and liked attention. (Sounded like the perfect description of Camilla.) They loved clothes and were known tricksters, but once their loyalty was won they would stick with you until the end. Many could also fly for a short distance if they chose to.

Professor Korba concluded the class by saying that later in the semester we would learn about fallen angels and mages. He said if we were good he might even throw in a lesson on hellhounds.

“I’m not sure that’s an enticement,” I heard Lough grunt as we left class. I grinned.

I had dreaded the second-half sessions, mostly because Professor Zervos hated my guts. I had expected him to go to the President yesterday and immediately demand my removal from his presence, but since no one had come to me to say I was kicked out of his class, I went anyway.

It wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be. He basically acted like I wasn’t there. Most of the rest of the afternoon went like that, until I was relieved to find that I’d gotten through my second day of classes. I tried very hard not to notice Keller and mostly succeeded. At one point he caught me looking at him, but I quickly looked away.

After dinner Sip and I went back to our room. She had been unusually quiet and I asked her why.

“Are you going to stir up trouble with Camilla?” she asked worriedly.

“I wasn’t even talking to Camilla,” I told her, trying to play dumb.

“Yeah, you were doing worse than that. You were talking to her boyfriend,” Sip accused.

“He asked me,” I informed her. “And I didn’t know they were dating when I said yes.”

“Did she see you?” Sip wanted to know.

I looked away, unable to meet her eyes.

“Awesome,” said Sip, exasperated.

“She hated me before,” I told her.

“Because you knew him before,” said Sip. “This is worse. Now you knew him before and you’re talking to him here at school.”

I heard a faint tapping on the door. Relieved at the distraction, I went to open it.

Lisabelle was framed in the doorway. She was dressed in her customary black, but instead of her usual scowl a huge grin spread across her face.

“Ready for your tour?” she asked.

I put my hands on my hips. “Is this really necessary?”

“Come on,” said Lisabelle. “The vampires are out and about. We will blend right in.”

“Because they have class,” I told her. “We don’t have an excuse. Plus, look at Sip….” I pointed to her white-blond hair and large purple eyes. “She doesn’t blend in anywhere.”

“Thank you,” said Sip. “I think.”

“So, it’d be better if we didn’t get caught,” she informed me. “Come on!”

I glanced at Sip again, who was sitting on her bed. “It would be kind of fun,” she said shrugging. “I know a lot of older students do it. And you really haven’t gotten a very good look at the grounds.”

I wanted to go. If the President wasn’t going to kick me out for not having magic, then why would she kick me out for being outside past curfew? “Let’s go.”

I don’t know what we expected when we went outside. Fire breathing dragons sitting around drinking tea maybe, but the campus outdoors at night wasn’t anywhere near that exciting. It was just like campus during the day, only with fewer students walking around and more shadows.

It felt nice to be outside when we were the only ones there. Defying the professors’ orders was oddly freeing. Besides, they didn’t own me. They’d already made my first few days at Public miserable, now I was going to have a little fun.

Sip, gleeful to be out at night, raced around in ever widening circles in werewolf form. Her whole body looked fast and strong.

In fun, she raced towards us, then turned around and backtracked
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Suddenly, she paused. Repeatedly she used her nose to point in a direction off to our right.

A grin spread across Lisabelle’s face.

“Look,” she cooed, pointing far into the distance where we couldn’t see. “It’s the fallen angels’ dorm. Charlotte, we could go see your new tutor!”

I shuddered. Part of me wanted to see Keller, but the other part, the part that said he was my tutor and had no reason to like me and was a fallen angel so he couldn’t like me, dreaded the moments when my eyes would flick in his direction.

“He wouldn’t want to see me,” I said. Sip was still running around. I had the strange impression that she was laughing.

“Sip, stop that, you’re making me dizzy,” protested Lisabelle.

Sip raced towards us, transforming mid-stride. Once she was back to human form she said, “I’m just practicing. If you practiced maybe you’d have more control over your magic.”

Lisabelle raised her black eyebrows. Without warning, black fire snaked out of her hand to whirl around Sip. Instantly Sip changed back to werewolf shape and zipped away, the fire trying to catch her. I watched in awe as the magic spun and curled, trying to keep up with Sip. Chunks of grass flew up in dark patches.

“Can’t you do anything but throw fire?” she taunted.

Lisabelle didn’t stop the fire, but while she was throwing it she reached into her robe and pulled out a wand. At some point I’d been told that darkness mages carried wands, but I’d forgotten it until I saw Lisabelle’s. It looked like a branch that had been thrown into a fire and cooked. It was black and studded with what seemed to be black jewels. Sip never took her eyes off it. Lisabelle twirling it idly, eyeing Sip in turn.

Standing next to her, unable to do any magic, I felt useless. I would not always be this helpless. I. Would. Not.

Without warning, Lisabelle swung the wand and sent a burst of power towards Sip. At the last possible second the power transformed. It wasn’t just raw magic now; it had burst into a dozen small black birds. Sip squealed in surprise and I gasped. The birds were darting after Sip.

Sip hadn’t been working hard a minute ago, but now she was doing everything she could to avoid the birds and the black swirls of magic. Lisabelle wouldn’t actually let anything hurt Sip, at least I didn’t think so, but the birds looked dangerous.

It quickly became clear that the birds were not that fast or that smart. Lisabelle must not have the magic or the control yet to make them deadly, which at the moment seemed like a good thing. Sip was running and dodging, staying far ahead of the little black creatures.

When Sip came back towards us she didn’t even look tired. I wasn’t sure how hard Lisabelle had tried to trap her friend with the fire and the birds, but she had failed.

In the blink of an eye, Sip transformed back to human form. I was relieved when she gave a short laugh.

“Did I know you could do that?” she asked Lisabelle.

Lisabelle scoffed. “Of course not.”