Chapter 12 Nora Blackwell

“Im sorry,” Fiona apologized, quickly moving back to her desk. I couldn't help it, but I started breathing fast and shaking until I heard Ava's comforting voice telling me to take deep breaths.

Once I finally calmed down, I glanced around the room. Ava was behind me, looking unsure. The supernaturals were laughing at me while the humans were huddling in the back corner, looking at me with pity. Elain caught my eye, and I could tell she was scared. I smiled, then turned to the front.

“Ma, that demon means no harm. It's just the response your body gives when coming across something truly scary.” Ava explained, walking back to the corner.

“Im sorry,” I apologized, mustering up every bit of bravery I had to turn and face her. I waited for her to look at me, but when she did, her face was bright red. I wasn't sure whether it was from crying or embarrassment.

“It's fine,” she replied, snifling, turning back to her computer. That made me feel awful.

“No, it's not. I’m sorry, all this is new to me; this is only my fourth day in this place,” I explained, sounding more exhausted than I meant to.

“You truly must have a death wish.” She laughed evilly, which made my stomach drop even further if possible. Was she threatening me?

“Why?” I asked, my voice shaking a bit. I cursed myself for that.

“To come to this world without knowing anything is a death wish.” She replied with an evil smirk on her face. Did she already know this? Why was she acting like this?

“I didn't have a choice,” I replied, searching her face for any information.

“Thankful cases like that are far and few between; usually, people like you usually don’t last long.” Fiona clackled. I gave her a polite smile, unsure of what else to do. Was it just the Blackwell family? If not, what other families?

“What's your messenger?” she asked quickly, searching my screen.

“Do I need to make one, or do we already have them?”

“You need to make one,” she explained, using my touch mouse pad to open the messenger app and got it to the spot for me to make it. I ended up having to make a new email just to make a messgaer profile. Once I made it and she got my username, the teacher called for silence.

“My name is Walter Stone. I'm a part of the Stone clan. I will be your math teacher this year.” Walter introduced writing his name on the blackboard. I heard a few supernatural students spit or mutter under their breath. What was the Stone Clan? Why did they cause such a response?

“My lady,” one of my ghosts announced in my head. I could see Ava in the corner looking at me, but I couldn't make anything out from her expression.

“What is it?” I asked, trying to stay calm, still looking at Ava.

“I found your aunt.”

“Really! Tell her I need to speak with her.” I replied excitedly that all my questions were about to be answered.

“Im sorry, but she's dead, and her ghost is nowhere near here,” the ghost replied. What? This wasn't supposed to happen; she was supposed to be there.

I took a deep breath, thinking. I used my power to look through their eyes; there must be some clue.

My ghost was floating in a small shack that was big enough for a single bed, a fireplace, a bookshelf, and a rocking chair. In the middle of the shack was a woman with red hair who looked like an older me, lying with her stomach and chest ripped open. It happened recently since there were no flies or maggots. That image sent a chill down my spine. What happened?

I searched the walls, floors, and everything in the little shack for clues, but there was nothing. I even called more ghosts and summoned ghouls to search the cabin and the surrounding area.

“Ms. Blackwell!” Mr. Stone bellowed, slamming his fist on his desk, making me release my powers but leaving a sliver so I can stay updated.

“Sir?” I asked, trying to steady my voice, as I was still listening in to the search.

“I understand this is your first day, but that's no excuse; you need to pay attention!” he screamed, making the supernaturals giggle.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, and he went back to his lesson.

“Ava, is there a way to contact her?” I asked, typing notes on my laptop.

“Im not sure, I will find out for you,” she replied and disappeared. I sighed in frustration, which caught a sharp look from Mr. Stone. What the fuck?

Fiona tapped on her desk until she caught my attention. I quickly shot her a glance, and she pointed at her laptop. I gave her a quick nod to show I understood. Why is Mr. Stone not screaming at her right now?

I looked at my screen to see the message she sent.

ARE YOU OK?

Yes, I'm fine, I type back quickly.

I'M A DEMON, I CAN SENSE THINGS.

I’m fine.

That wasn't the answer she wanted, so for the rest of the class, she blew up my messages, waved at me, or tapped on her desk. Seriously, why wasnt Mr. Stone fussing at her?

Two more hours of this torture, and it was finally over. That was the moment Fiona pounced, asking twenty million more times about what was going on, and each time I told her nothing. After a few minutes of this, Mr.Stone coughed, making her flinch, then said goodbye as she left. That was freaking exhausting, but I nodded a thank you to him as I left. Shockingly, he nodded back.

Out in the hall, I walked over to where the maid was standing, trying to figure out my next move to find my aunt. There has to be a way to talk to her. How will I find her?

“Blackwell!” a girl spat at me, but I ignored her and kept walking.

“Stupid human!” I heard her snap while my ghost voices tried to warn me, but it was too late. There was a sharp pain in my right shoulder as she swung me around to face her. She was so beautiful, a silver-haired, red-eyed, pale-skinned woman. She was like someone out of a fairy tale.

“Paige Green!” The maid warned as I felt a warmness soaking through my shirt and down my chest. I glanced down to see her freaking fingers were in my shoulder about an inch each. I swung my left fist at her face; it connected, but it did nothing other than hurt my hand. I called my ghost for help, but the maid finally intervened, grabbing Paige's arm and squeezing until a sickening cracking sound came from it, and she let go, then threw her to the ground. The maid threw her with such ease, it was kinda scary

Bethany rushed forward, pulling off her jacket and pressing it against my wounds, causing me to scream. She apologized while telling me I would be OK. Thankful the rest of the maids arrived, surrounding Paige with their wands out, chanting "bind," shooting purple chains from the ends of their wands that went for Paige like angry hornets, wrapping around her as she ordered them to stop, and that I was the problem.

The maid scooped me up in her arms like a child, telling Bethany to go to her next class, then rushed me off. We were moving so fast, everything looked like a blur, so i closed my eyes and lay against her chest, hoping Bethany was right, as my shoulder throbbed.