Tempted by Death

By ChaosBloodyTala

Chapter One

Chronas

The school was large and imposing, nothing at all like my last one. A sense of age seemed to come from the red bricks I noted as I walked towards the reception doors. My amber eyes narrowed in thought as I pushed them open and stepped into the warm room.

It was cosy looking, the cream carpet thick. I pressed nervously down on my wrist as I shuffled to a friendly looking woman.

"Ah hello," she greeted me, brown eyes giving me a once over, "You're the new student?"

"Er, yes," I responded quickly and relaxed a little, she was human.

"If you would like to wait for a moment. I just need to print out your schedule. Surname?" she asked politely, turning to the computer before her.

"Noël, it's Chronas Noël," I couldn't help but shuffle awkwardly.

"Here we go!" she chirped as the printer whirred.

With flourish she passed me the paper along with a confusing map of the school. I could already tell I was going to get lost… Hell I could get lost in a straight corridor never mind a three story school.

"Aw nuts…" I grumbled.

Two minutes in and I was already miserably lost. Everything in this place looked the same. The doors didn't even have numbers! How was I supposed to find my classroom?

Do you enjoy watching me suffer?

"You lost?" a male voice asked from behind me.

My reaction was a bit over the top I'll admit. From the shocked look on the guys face as I whirled around, fist at the ready, I realised with embarrassment.

I hate nerves.

"Ah, sorry," I rushed out, stumbling over my words.

"No problem… I'm Scott Paolini and you are?" the boy with lime green hair asked.

"Chronas Noël," my hand pressed tightly against my wrist, nervous habit but impossible to break.

"You're new I'm guessing… where you heading?" Scot asked, his blue eyes watching my wrist.

"Biology with Professor Rowling," I replied hesitantly, noticing his gaze.

"Prof. R's class? My sister's in your class then… it's ten doors down to your right," Scott pointed down the long winding corridor.

"Thanks," I gave the green haired boy a quick smile before practically fleeing down the way he'd pointed.

Already meeting a witch... well warlock. That doesn't bode well for me.

I came to a stop outside the classroom I hoped was the right one. It wouldn't seem strange if Scott had given me the wrong directions. I ran a hand through my dark red hair and glared at the door.

Before entering I gave myself a once over. As per usual I was wearing all black, call me morbid but it was easier for me. I seemed to hit all the right clichés seeing as my skin was pale along with the black clothes, not to mention the dark red hair with black streaks. The only thing I particularly liked about my appearance was my eyes; a molten amber with veins of silver criss-crossing the iris.

Around my neck I wore a leather collar; it helped hide a couple of really badly placed scars at the expense of making me look more like a Goth. No offence to those who are. That wasn't the only piece of jewellery; I did have a thin chained necklace on with a small pentagram that was tucked under my shirt.

Grumbling under my breath I pushed open the door and slid in.

The usual stares made me falter. I did not like attention.

"Hello there!" a short, plump woman bounced over to me, a blinding smile on her face.

"Er… I'm-" I began, shifting uncomfortably.

"Mr Noël, the receptionist phoned up. She warned me you might be a little late, it isn't a very good map," the professor giggled.

The whole class mumbled their agreements as the women, presumable Professor Rowling, giggled.

"Well Mr. Noël there's a spare seat at the back next to the window," she grinned and gestured with her open hand.

I nodded my thanks and scuttled to the back. At least there no one could stare at me obviously. With a thud I settled into the seat, my shoulder bag settling on the ground beside me.

Hopefully this new school, this new city would be a safer place.

Hope

I glanced across the row I sat in to the strange Goth boy. Is he a super? The gang will love to hear about this. I glanced back at the board where our optimistic biology teacher bounced around writing gibberish in different colours of chalk. I looked down at my neon green tutu and lilac footless tights; beside my feet was my shoulder bag decorated in badges and sew-on patches of bats, stars and smiley faces. I listened to the plump women spout nonsense at the class who paid no attention to the over optimistic women. I clicked the heels of my lime green converse that finished just below my ankle.

Why does Biology always seem to pass by so slowly? I glanced across the room to Noël who glumly stared out the window… he's not a witch or a warlock so what is he?

I was pulled from my thoughts when the bell rang. In one swift movement I grabbed my bag and stood up; practically skipping out the room.

I sat at our normal table near a set of doors that lead to the outside world. Slowly one by one the group began to descend to the small table. After five minutes all of my cousins and my brother arrived complaining about how the teachers were getting their facts about magic wrong.

"So have any of you met the new guy?" my cousin Leroy asked; sweeping some of his vibrant purple hair out of his eyes.

"No… hey where's Wayne?" Dylan asked as his orange eyes gleamed looking around in his normal hyper state.

"Dunno… he should be here soon," I mumbled as I wiped the sleep from my eyes… modern studies what a yawn.

Chronas

People wonder why I hate school; the reason is standing before me.

"So you're the new kid?" one of the girls leered up at me, fluttering her to long eyelashes.

"Wearing all that black really compliments your skin," another preened, flicking straw coloured hair behind her shoulder.

The only reason I had yet to bolt was the small comfort that the trio were human. Annoying as they were it could be much worse.

"Ah, t-thanks but-" I tried to worm my way out, amber eyes darting for any possible escape.

"Why don't you come eat lunch with us?" the head of the three it seemed asked, leaning towards me.

I opened my mouth to disagree but was cut off as the other two began to chatter about how that was a good idea.

"Sorry bimbos but he's eating lunch with us," the familiar voice of Scott interjected.

"What?" all three snarled, losing interest in me.

"You heard my brother Bitches now piss off," a voice belonging to another girl hissed from beside Scott.

With a searing glare the three humans stalked off. I'd say the presence of the girl seemed to intimidate them I noted with some amusement. My eyes flicked over to the two who had rescued me from their claws, a relieved smile flowing onto my face.

"Thanks,"

"No Problem… This is my little sister Hope," Scott jerked his head in the direction of the brightly dressed girl.

"Um, nice to meet you," I mumbled, I should really get over my issues with speaking to more than one person…

"Likewise… well I better go find Wayne before Dylan goes all paranoid his twins missing," the girl with cyan hair grumbled and stalked off.

"Er," I trailed off, looking imploringly at Scott.

"Dylan and Wayne are our cousins… see that group of guys over there?" Scott asked pointing to a tableful of brightly coloured boys "All of them are our cousins," he added.

"That's a lot of family," I grinned weakly, itching to go find a nice little hole to go crawl into.

"If you say so… hey you better stick with us or you'll get captured by the bitches from earlier, lucky for us Hope was near by… they can't stand her," Scott explained as he walked over to the table.

Eh? Did that mean I was supposed to follow him? I hesitated for a moment, before movement caught my eye. Those three girls from before had begun to head back towards me.

Feeling like a coward, I darted after Scott. As much as I knew hanging around a family of Warlocks, and I guess a Witch, was probably the opposite of safe I think I prefer my chances with them than three hormone riddled humans.

Ah, cynicism where have thou been?

Hope

I trudged my way back through the corridors looking for Wayne. He was probably on the roof trying to practice levitating an object or something along those lines. Jogging up the stairs until I came to the door to the roof. Opening it slightly and slipping past out onto the sun filled roof. I glanced around looking for a boy with orange eyes and pink hair; and there sitting in the shade was that boy.

"Wayne… Dylan is looking for you," I stated as I walked over to my older cousin. He glanced at me with his normal cheeky smirk.

"Figured… I've nearly gotten hang of levitating things," he whispered so no one would hear.

"Cool… can we go now I don't like it when Dylan goes into one of his moods," I mumble before heading back towards the door. Behind me Wayne came shuffling after, before sprinting past and out of my sight towards the cafeteria. Why do I have to be the only girl in my family?

I finally got back to the table where my family plus one sat. I dumped my bag beside Leroy and sat on his lap due to the lack of seats.

"So why did you move here?" I heard Quincy ask the new kid.

The red haired boy spluttered, looking alarmed at the question, "There were a few… issues at my old school," he explained vaguely.

I giggled… so someone figured what he is? "Got found out what you are eh, Noël?"

"Something like that… And it's Chronas,"

"Right… well welcome to the school, by the way stay away from the bitches they may be stupid humans but they can cause a lot of un-necessary trouble," I warned the Goth.

"Thanks," he smiled at me, his amber eyes flicking around like a trapped animal… odd.

"Hang on… you know what we are don't you?" I interrogated "If so we won't hurt you," I added.

An alarmed look passed across his face before he forced himself to relax, "Ah…" he didn't know what to say.

"Nothing gets past you lil' sis," Scott joked tossing a crisp at me. I grabbed it and tossed it back hitting him right between the eyes.

Chronas

Why can nothing ever go the way it was supposed to? I'd already slipped one little fact about me through… Damn.

The rest of lunch was rather uneventful. In fact it was quite funny watching the family's antics, even if the number of people was making me feel like I was in a cage. I think this was the largest number of people I've ever been around willingly and by choice.

After lunch there were only two more classes. English was a blur, the only interesting thing being that Hope was in this class too. Now that I think about it she had been in almost all of my previous classes. It was rather hard to miss the brightly dressed girl.

I groaned when I found out what the next class was; Advanced Supernatural Studies.

As usual when I arrived I had to tell the teacher. As soon as I spotted the professor though I had a feeling this class was going to be hell… no pun intended of course.

Professor Agly was tall man. His face was thin and pointed, eyes a dark grey. Just standing in his presence was enough to tell me he was a Nephilim and a strong one at that.

"Chronas Noël?" he barked at me, to which I responded by jumping a mile, "Beside Abigail Leon,"

I glanced at the class, relieved when a mousy haired raised her hand. I slunk towards her, trying to once again ignore all the attention I was getting. Towards the back of the classroom Hope grinned and me before turning to chat to one of her cousins.

The professor stalked to the front of the class, commanding everyone's attention.

"Lucky for the new student," I bristled at the distaste in his voice, "We have only been going over what we learnt from last year. Today we shall be starting the course. Can anyone tell me what we shall be studying?"

No one put their hand up. A general sense of fear had the class on mute. Professor Agly curled a lip before barking out a name.

"H-higher Daemons?" a student called out shakily, praying he'd answered correctly.

The imposing Nephil nodded, "Yes, we shall be running through some of the more popular Higher Daemons, but to start off with this term we shall be studying the illusive Necromancer. Which I'm sure you shall all find very interesting,"

Tala: This was the first chapter of one of our new stories, what do you guys think?

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