Shadows Of The Night

Chapter 8

Waking up with a pounding headache was nothing to Kilm. Most would say the angry aching in his head contributed to his usually sour mood but something was different today. It was obvious when he decided to sit with Luther for lunch.

"It might just rain," Beau commented as she started at Kilm as if he was an alien.

"Are you lost," Luther asked surprisedly.

"Would you like to be, because I could drop in the bottom of the ocean without getting wet," he said calmly starring down Luther.

Beau snickered. " Now that's more like it," she said with a chuckle.

Luther raised his hands up, backing off. He shook his head and went back to his lunch, which contrary to many’s thoughts was not blood but instead cranberry juice. He appreciated his privacy when feeding and would never feed in front of Beau.

“Anyways, about the breach last night,” Luther asked Beau who immediately went still.

She hummed. “I already told you last night that it was taken care of and as seen this morning it was nothing too extreme,” she said motioning to the now crowded cafeteria. Numerous students sat around silver square tables with black chairs surrounding them. The floor was tiled with the school's insignia and in the school colors. The entire school was designed by Mrs.Tresha Gayle Morello. She was the orchestrator of the order at the academy. She was in charge of all the mundane issues, while her husband took care of all the supernatural ones. She was the reason why no one at the academy felt as if they were in prison but instead in paradise.

“Look, guys, if there was something big going on, I'm sure Mr. Morello would have told us something this morning at assembly.

“Would he?”

Kilm asked a valid question but all Beau could do was shrug. After all, she was only telling them what Regal Henson the head of the student security council told her. She did think it strange that the headmaster didn't discuss it at assembly. It could mean that the problem was too big or insignificant. She began to gather her things and left the boys with a poor excuse.

There was one thing that everyone knew about Regal, he was an asshole. A liar, a manipulator, he was just straight-up awful. Beau disliked him with a passion. He was always rude to her but he was also her superior. That did not hide the fact that he was a bully.
Speaking of bullies, she unwittingly bit her lip as Marisol suddenly appeared a the end of the empty hall. She inhaled deeply, raised her chin, and kept walking. If she was lucky enough Marisol wouldn’t bother her. Though today wasn’t Beau’s lucky day, because Marisol was walking right towards her. With only 10 feet of space left between them, she stopped. Marisol eyed her up and down and then parted her lips.

She rolled her eyes. “I need a favor,” she said reluctantly.

Beau furrowed her brows.

There once were 3 close friends. They did everything together then they drifted apart but they always respected each other's boundaries until one stepped over another's boundaries and the treaty broke among the friends.

“Let me guess, Gal cut you off,” Beau said cockily with a smirk.

Marisol scoffed.

“I am not here to apologies for the truth, yes it was harsh but you have gained weight,” she tried to justify poorly.

“Wow, you are so kind for making me feel bad about my insecurities. So, why don't we tackle yours,” she responded with a smug look towards the end of her statement.

Marisol clenched her jaw. “You'd shut your mouth if you really know what's best for you, Medici,” she said, the corners of her lip raising slightly.

Beau fumed. How dear she says that name aloud. She knows the power of words, more so names.

She took a step forward, anger running through her blood thick. She inhaled deeply to calm down. Heightened emotions wouldnt help her now.

“Let's not forget who came to who for help,” she reminded Marisol.

Marisol huffed. “I need the council to back the welcome Ball and Gal won’t if we aren't back to respecting boundaries terms,” she explained.

“Well, the only way for that to be is if you apologize,” Beau stated staring her dead in the eye. The two had a brief stare-off.

“No,” she responded.

Beau smirked and began to walk past her. She was a few feet away from her when Marisol stopped her.

“Wait,” she called after her turning swiftly on her heeled boots.

Beau’s back remained to her as she listened intently.

“Anything but that,” Marisol said dejectedly.

“Why?” Beau asked turning towards her. “Why can't you just say three simple words? Is it that they are simple? Do you think yourself bigger than them? The way I remember it we were once 3 simple girls, do you find shame in what you were?” Beau questioned giving Marisol little to no time to answer her.

“Your one to talk, human,” she retorted.

“You're making it very hard for me to pretend that we are fine,” she said softly, her eyes twitching slightly.

“Well, your the one who wanted to bring up the past now didn't you. By the way, do your little boyfriends know who you really are, be careful that one you like maybe catching on to a thing or two. We may need to take care of him in the future,” she taunted.

Beau felt her breath quicken and her jaw tightened. Her eyes burned as she continued to stare into the sparkling eyes of someone she once thought of as a sister.

“Information,” she said softly.

Marisol shrugged.

“I want to know-,”

“If I slept with him,” she interjected.

“I want to know…what broke in last night and how it did so,” she said. “I want to know everything regarding the breach,” she said brushing off Marisol’s confession.

“Can't you just hack it or something?”

Beau ignored her.

“Also if you should ever go near any of my friends…” she let her voice fade away as she turned and walked away.

Marisol tilted her head and stared after her former friend, for a moment she found herself missing the quiet girl dearly but then she shook it away and rolled her eyes. She spun on her heels and set off to set things straight with Gal.