The bell rang, Elizabeth, and Wyatt had to go to class. They had every class together except for first period. Elizabeth went to art class while Wyatt went to music.
All through art Elizabeth drew out a sketch of her left wrist. This piece of artwork would be hanging on the wall outside the art room. She was glad people would see it. She was going to be curious to see how many people she could piss off.
* * *
During music Wyatt stared out the window, thinking. Thinking of the best time to tell Elizabeth. He figured he would do it during Algebra two. It would be one of the easiest classes to tell her in, because they sat next to each other.
After first period, they went to their lockers. Their lockers were side by side. They talked about how crappy their Chemistry class was going to be. When the biggest prep in school walked toward them. She was tall, and blonde. She wore short skiers, and dressy tees. Her name was Alicia Blevins.
"Well, I saw that picture on the wall, beside the art room that you call art," Alicia snarled toward Elizabeth.
"At least it's different from any other piece of shit this school has to offer," Elizabeth said. Wyatt just stood back, and watched her. He let her fight her own battles until it got out of hand.
"Are you saying that the school is bad?" asked Alicia.
"Yes, I am actually. I think it sucks, it probably sucks more than you, which is indeed a tough number to beat."
"You damned emo. Why don't you just go back to where you came from?"
"Because I'm scared when I go to hell, I'll find you there."
"Whatever. At least I'm not a freak. I don't slice my wrists. I don't read books about demonology. I actually have friends, and people who care about me, and love me, just the way I am," Alicia flounced off. Elizabeth felt sick as she removed her Chemistry book from her locker. She tried to push back the tears. Was everything that Alicia said true? Did Wyatt even like her, or did he just talk to her, because there was no one else.
Wyatt being the friend he is said, "Lizybeth don't listen to her. She doesn't like you, because she's jealous. She wants to be able to express herself as well as you do."
In response, she could only whisper, "She's right." Elizabeth turned on her heel, and walked down toward the Chemistry room. Wyatt quickly followed her.
When they entered the room Alicia was sitting in her seat. Elizabeth silently sat behind her. Wyatt sat on the other side of the room. He looked over at Elizabeth, and mouthed, "I'm sorry."
Elizabeth wasn't in the mood to deal with Alicia's crap. That's why when Alicia turned around to spit a nasty comment at her, Elizabeth said, "Listen, what you said was probably right to a degree, but considering I think you're the cruelest creature on this planet, I'm going to over look it, and ask for an apology."
"Well, I'm not going to apologize to someone like you." Before Elizabeth could say something in reply the Chemisty teacher, Mr. Blevins, asked for homework.
"May I go get mine out of my locker?" asked Elizabeth.
Elizabeth walked out of the room, and down the hallway to her locker. She opened it, and started looking through it for sharp objects. She was just ready for everything to stop...permanently. Elizabeth was trying to hurry. If she wasn't back soon, the teacher would come looking for her.
She finally found a paperclip, but it was too small for what she needed it for. She knew she had it in there...somewhere. Then, her hand struck something cold, and hard. She took hold of it, and pulled it out.
There it was, her pocket knife. She ran to the girl's bathroom, knife in hand. She reached the bathroom. She sat facing away from the door, her back against the wall. She pulled her knees to her chest. She arched her left wrist upward, and laid it on the top of her knee.
Elizabeth put the point of the knife on one of the main veins in her wrist. She was going to aim the knife into that vein, and wait to bleed to death.
* * *
Wyatt glanced at the clock. It had been ten minutes since Elizabeth left to get her homework. Wyatt had a feeling that she didn't go to get her homework, though.
He stood up, and with a flourish of his hand, everyone forgot what they were doing. Wyatt walked out of the room, and down the hall. He went into the girl's bathroom, hoping to find Elizabeth.
He glanced around in the bathroom. Wyatt heard Elizabeth crying. He made sure he was hidden by the shadows.
"Put down the knife." Elizabeth shook her head. Wyatt walked around, and kneeled in front of her. "Remember what I told you? I said that if I ever found you trying to commit suicide, that I would kill you myself."
"Do it, then! It will take plenty of pressure off of me," said Elizabeth, her voice trembled. Mascara tears rolled down her face.
"Honey, I can't! If I killed you, it would kill me. Now, give me the knife," Wyatt looked into her eyes sternly.
With reluctance Elizabeth gave him the knife. He pulled her up to her feet, and dusted her off. Wyatt looked at her, and said, "Honestly, I-personally-would've thought you would pick somewhere more...original for suicide," Wyatt sniffed the air. "And somewhere that smells a lot better."
Elizabeth giggled, then sniffed a little. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight."
"When do you think straight?"
"I think straight more than you do."
"Your point?" asked Wyatt.
Elizabeth laughed, she was still trying to dry up her tears. Wyatt took her hand, and pulled her close to him. He wrapped her in his arms, and whispered in her ear.
"I love you, Lizybeth. I always want you to remember that."
* * *
After about ten minutes of fixing her makeup Wyatt, and Elizabeth headed to Algebra II. Elizabeth took her seat next to Wyatt. She noted that he looked paler than normal. He was already paper white.
It worried her that he was so pale. The Algebra II instructor began to talk about a new lesson.
Elizabeth glanced at Wyatt out of the corner of her eye. He was sweating, he looked as if, he were restraining himself from...something.
His hands were shaking. Elizabeth hoped he wasn't getting sick. She began to divert some of her attention to the instructor. She saw Wyatt making strange hand gestures out of the corner of her eye.
Then, everything froze. The teacher stopped in the middle of an equation. Students froze in the middle of a word. She looked at Wyatt, he was sitting with his hands stretched out. He got up, and walked over to the door.
"Come on," he said. "We only have about five minutes to get anything we need, and get out of here."
Elizabeth rose, and followed him out of the room, "Wyatt, where are we going? What's going on?" She went down the hallway, and threw her locker door open. Elizabeth got her cell phone, and iPod, then slammed the locker door shut. Wyatt had his phone, and a few books.
"I'll tell you when we get to Blinds Temple," he said.
"Where?" Elizabeth was confused.
"Blinds Temple! I'll explain later. Now, come on, we have roughly three minutes," Wyatt was exasperated.
They ran down the hall, Elizabeth had a million questions running through her mind.
"Come on, we have to get off school property!" shouted Wyatt. They ran faster.
"How did you make everything freeze?" asked Elizabeth.
"I'll tell you in a moment."
They ran down the stairs, and out of the main entrance of the school. Elizabeth could tell Wyatt wasn't running as fast as he could. He was trying to keep at her pace. She guessed it was, because he didn't want her to get caught.
They finally got off of school property. Elizabeth stopped running, and looked up at Wyatt.
"So, explain," said Elizabeth.
"Hold on, I would like to get to the safety of the Temple first," said Wyatt. They ran down a few streets, cut off a few cars, and jumped a fence, but they finally reached a large cathedral.
"Hey, I've been by here a million times, but I've never seen this building before," Elizabeth said this with confusion in her voice.
"It's hidden by the Blind. No one can see it unless they are specially gifted. Everytime we have ever been here, I would throw up a blinding so hard, it was difficult for me to see it," explained Wyatt.
"So, this is Blinds Temple?"
"It looks like a cathedral."
"Warlocks are originally of Russian descent. Any who, sixteen years ago, I was sitting in my study, when a faerie dropped by. She said that there was a girl that was going to be born, she was going to be a powerful warlock. The faeire girl wanted to know if I would choose to be reborn, and re-live life again, starting from age four. So, a few years later she came back, and I became a powerful four-year-old warlock. I remember everything from my past life. I went to the pre-school knowing I would find you there. I didn’t know who you were, what your name was, or what you looked like. I met you, and I protected you. I knew exactly when I was supposed to tell you. You would have a mark on your wrist. The pattern of your cuts form that mark. I knew it was time to tell you. I got you to learn about demonology, because I thought it would make it easier to tell you. I also taught you Russian, that is the language the spells are in.”
“Tell me what?” Elizabeth asked.
“You are one of the five most powerful warlocks in the world. I was talking to the Head Council last night only to find that they are only sure about four of the five warlocks.”
“Who are the other three?”
“Lilith, Bryan, and I. The faerie girl asked me to go, because I could relate to you the easiest.”
“Ohh, who are Lilith and-”
“No time for that.”
“So, what now?”
“Well, I should probably introduce you to the gang. Let’s see, there are two vampyres, both of which absolutely hate warlock blood, and who have been purified. They are twins. There are two faeries, very pretty to look at, but please do stay on there good side. They tend to be the meanest bastards you will ever come across if not. There is one werewolf, and another warlock.”
“Wait, how are vampyres, and a werewolf living in the same place?” asked Elizabeth. She was thinking of the battles their kind would have.
“Neither one of them were very happy about it, but I told them to quit being bitchy about it, or else I was going to kill them both in the most painful way I could, and considering I am one of the most powerful warlocks in the world, they shut up, made nice, and thought better of saying another word,” said Wyatt with a glitter in his eye.
They walked into the cathedral, it was warm. Their were torches on the walls that lit the corridors. The walls were made of stone. The light of the torches cast an eerie shadow on Wyatt’s pale, angular face. Elizabeth noted that every fifth row of blocks on the wall was a strange pattern. She stopped walking, and rolled up her sleeve she looked down at her left wrist. All the cuts on her wrist made an angular pattern, the same one on the walls. Wyatt stopped, and looked at her thoughtfully.
“This temple was made by warlocks, that is why you see the pattern,” said Wyatt.
“So, does this pattern have a name?” asked Elizabeth curiously.
“Yes, actually. It is called the Fifth Mark. It is called that, because of the five warlocks. Now, let’s move on, I don’t want everyone to come searching for us.”
They moved down corridor, after corridor. When they finally reached a large, square room. There were torches hung up at every corner. It startled her when Wyatt said, “God, we have got to get some damned electricity in this place.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you for the past eight years,” said a tall blonde boy. His bangs covered his face, and he had brown eyes. He was skinny, but you could tell he had lean muscle.
“Shut the hell up will you? All right everyone this is Elizabeth,” said Wyatt. He looked down at Elizabeth with a thoughtful look in his eye.
“So, this is the warlock girl you spend all your time with?” asked a tall, beautiful, green eyed girl.
“Yes, but anyways Elizabeth, this is the New York Temple gang. Everyone introduce yourself,” commanded Wyatt.
A tall boy with dirty blonde hair, that was very muscular said, “I am Eli Acuda, I am a werewolf, and a damn proud one at that.”
The tall, beautiful girl from a moment ago introduced herself also, “I am Xavia Debony, I am a vampire. I have been on this earth longer than Wyatt.”
A tall, skinny boy with black hair, and silver skin said, “I am Adam Tekines, I am a faerie. I may not look like much, but I fight a mean battle,” he had a deadly gleam in his eye.
A thin, frail girl with silver hair, and golden skin said, “I am Adara Luciny, I am a faerie, also.
A tall, brown haired boy, with paper white skin, and brown eyes, spoke next, “I am Xavier Debony, Xavia’s brother. I am a vampyre as well.”
The tall, blonde boy, who Wyatt acted annoyed with spoke with a touch of arrogance in his voice, “I am Lucifer, Lucifer Resnic, and I am a warlock, and I-”
“Can be a major pain in the ass,” said Wyatt with a sharp glance in Lucifer’s direction. “Well, I need to have a word with Lucifer, Eli. Adam, and Xavier in my study for a moment,” said Wyatt. “Xavia, Adara, if you will show Lizybeth to her room?”
“Whatever. Honestly, I think it would just be best to just send her back to where she came from,” said Xavia cruelly.
“Well, I suppose you could send me back to hell, but I’ve got a feeling that you will be there, also. So, what good would that do either of us?” said Elizabeth.
Wyatt smirked, and said, “She’s got a point Xavia, darling.”
“Your room is this way,” said Adara, seeming eager to get out of the conversation. Adara motioned Elizabeth to follow. They walked up a staircase, turned to take a left hallway, took another staircase, then faced a humongous corridor.
“Why is this place so big?” asked Elizabeth.
“Blind’s Temple was built to shelter hundreds, thousands of Blind Dimension’s people all at once. Of course the separate wings are were for the separation of the Night Children, and the Moon’s Children. We do not use them in such a way today, though. Now, the separation is boys, and girls,” explained Adara.
“So, if wolves are the Moon’s Children, and vampyres are the Night’s Children, what are warlocks, and faeries?”
“Warlocks are Lilith’s Children. Faeries are simply the Fey, no one really is sure of their creator. The vampyres, and werewolves are humans that have been attacked by others of that kind. Warlocks are half-human half-demon. The Fey are half-demon half-angel,” Adara said matter-of-factly. “Well, here we are. This is were you will be staying from now on.”
The room was lit by torch light (of course), there was a large king bed in the middle of the room. The top of the bed come up to Elizabeth’s shoulder. “So, how am I supposed to get on the damned bed?” said Elizabeth looking up at the bed.
“That’s a question you should direct toward Wyatt,” said Adara. “You will see him at dinner tonight. He will probably be in his study for a while with the boys.”
“Okay, thanks. Adara, what are they talking about?” Elizabeth had to know. She’d always had a nosey streak.
“It’s hard to tell knowing them,” Adara said, she turned, and walked out of the room. It had white furniture, with stone walls.
Bored, that’s what ran through her mind. She drew her phone out of her pocket. Elizabeth flipped through her contacts list until she found Wyatt’s number. She text messaged him. About a minute later her phone died.
“Shit…Well, I guess I will just have to go, and find him.”