“Dreamy,” sighed Ginny with a faraway look.
“I’m guessing you know him then?” asked Rachel sarcastically.
“Everyone knows him,” added Tim. “And I agree with Ginny, he’s dreamy.” The two girls turned and looked at the gnome in his wheelchair with surprise in their eyes. “What? I have a thing for tricksters.” Tim blushed and did his best not to meet Ginny’s eyes. “So what happened next?”
“The teacher said that anyone who hadn’t lifted their hand in the first wave should find another class, those that lifted their hands in the middle group had potential and should stay in the class, while the two of us would be bumped up to the next level since we either had training or talent.”
“It’s probably cause you’re a demi-god,” said Tim. They were all in the cafeteria avoiding studying for various subjects. No matter what time of day she’d been there, Rachel had never seen the cafeteria be anything but busy.
“Probably,” replied Rachel.
“Right, absolutely,” replied Ginny.
“Wait, what am I missing?”
“Nothing.” Ginny’s voice cracked. Her perfect hair and flawless skin were the perfect frame for her large worried eyes.
“You may be supernaturally pretty, but you’re a terrible liar,” laughed Tim.
Ginny actually blushed her cheeks turning almost as red as her hair. “You think I’m pretty?”
“The only parts of me that don’t work properly are my legs. My eyes are perfectly fine.”
Unsure if she’d been outed, or used for the most adorable flirting, Rachel cleared her throat and said, “What are you getting at Tim?”
“Huh? Oh, Yeah. You two are hiding something and I want in.”
“Two nights ago you were begging me not to kill you and now you want in on a secret?”
“What, you’re an efficient killing machine and absolutely terrifying but you’re growing on me.”
Rachel laughed awkwardly. She hadn’t told Ginny about the details, “Coming from the guy who’s flirting with a vampire.”
“Just tell him,” Ginny ignored her.
“I’m not a demi-god. I’m human. I have no idea why I’m here.” It wasn’t easy keeping this lie straight but it was better than avoiding talking in front of one of her new friends.
“Shit, you are a Huntress?”
“No, just human with training.”
“So if you’re human, than why could you see through Dowan’s illusions?” Tim asked.
“Some Humans have divinatory powers.” Ginny shrugged, seeming over her earlier bout of blushing.
Nodding Tim said, “It would explain your speed and fighting ability.”
When Rachel chose a spot to sit, she always tried to have a wall at her back. It meant she couldn’t be surprised by someone sneaking up behind her. When she felt hands placed over her eyes and a warm breath on the back of her neck, she panicked. She threw her head back into the nose of the person behind her and reached up to grab the quickly retreating hand. She used her shoulder and back to lever the person and toss them over the table. Jumping out of her seat she ran to her attacker and placed her foot on his neck.
Staring up at her with a look of terror was Dowan, looking more the frightened child than the usual cocky trickster. He gurgled at her and she took her foot away from his throat.
“I normally avoid the rough stuff until the third date,” he tried to sound glib as blood flowed from his nose. The cafeteria patrons giggled awkwardly.
“I’m sorry. Why’d you sneak up on me?” She ran and got some paper towels. When she came back he was sitting in her chair at the table.
“Some girls like it when a handsome man tries to surprise them.” He nudged a small bouquet of crushed flowers with his foot.
“Not a fan of surprises.”
“I’m starting to get that.” He laughed and took the paper towels. After a little while, the blood stopped and he managed to clean himself up a little. She could already see the bruises turning dark blue on his brown skin. “So would it be stupid of me to ask you out anyways?” he asked with a small smirk and eyebrow raise.
“Suicidal maybe,” suggested Ginny, which made everyone laugh.
“Well…” Rachel trailed off. He wasn’t likely to be a killer monster, so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. He was handsome. She seemed to have trouble taking her eyes off his lips. She really wanted to taste them.
“Yo! Rachel. How’s it hanging?” yelled Ronnie from across the cafeteria. Somehow he still managed to make it look cool; strutting in flanked by two other boys, all in the same football jackets. When he came closer he asked, “So how’s my favourite demi-god?”
Standing up in a fury, Ginny said, “She’s fine and off limits jackass.”
“Let the girl talk for herself, sis. She’s old enough, and certainly hot enough.” That’s when he saw Dowan and growled. He actually growled, and it sounded like a something that should have come from a large wolf.
Standing, Dowan was still half a head shorter than Ronnie, but he had a natural presence that made him seem more intimidating. “Do you really want to do this?”
“I’m a sixth generation vampire and a fourth generation all-star athlete, your little tricks don’t scare me.”
“I’m descended from the raven himself, white-boy. Or should I call you dead-boy?”
The cafeteria hadn’t reacted much when Rachel had thrown Dowan across the room, but now the entire room grew silent and more than half of the patrons suddenly remembered they had other things to do. Even Ginny looked cowed.
The lights flickered and darkness swirled around the two men despite the daylight coming through the windows.
Pulling two of her longer knives Rachel jumped forward and placed herself between the two men. Part of her enjoyed that they were ready to fight for her; it was thrilling to be wanted. It didn’t mean she was going to allow them to act like idiots.
“Gentlemen. I understand that you want to prove which of you has the biggest… you know what…” she blushed, feeling that she had just lost all her intimidation. She tried to think of something witty to say and decided on tapping each of their inner thighs with one of the knives, “Go away.”