Fang-Kissed

Chapter 2

Dinnertime

Demy didn't question me when I rejoined the group late, and I just lingered between wings of Fortitude. Demy let me explore. The doctors were specifically girls with healing abilities, who would work with herbs and spices. Nurses usually helped with physical injuries or assisted the doctors.

I won't lie, the female Fang Doctors that were running the whole hospital were terrifying to me. They were both fucking gorgeous and fucking smart. Most of them were already mated to the legendary Fangs. I just carefully backed out of the hospital.

It was clear the Fangs got injured daily because they were always running errands across dangerous territory and fighting evil wizards, specifically.

I ended up looking at what second-hands did.

I don't really know if it was much better than being a specialised healer or nurse, because every girl wanting to be a second-hand seemed a bit... obsessed.

Like, obsessed with Fangs to the point they knew all their names like their favourite celebrities. Their duties, as far as they were concerned, were being girlfriends, even though it technically wasn't their job. They just helped Fangs organise everything around their 12 hour training days if they weren't out on duty or patrols. It was so intense, they needed the second-hand. There wasn't necessarily much time for romance.

Glorified maids? You could call them that. I didn't feel like I fit into that category at all either.

Kami was one of the girls I became friends with, she was cast out from the main group because of her eyes. Her eyes glowed a moss-green, which means she had wizard blood.

We sit in the dinner hall, opposite each other, in the farther most corner, just enjoying our food while everyone else congregated in the centre.

The Fangs weren't too exhausted not to laugh and play around with all their number one fans. I had seen Raphael at one point, watching over the interactions, but the moment I saw him I focused on Kami, too shy to get his attention again.

Kami swirls the soup with her spoon, looking annoyed with it. She looks over her shoulder when she hears an uproar in the laughter between the groups. When she looks back to me, she physically cringes.

"I'm going straight to bed," she sighs and rolls her eyes, glancing at me for little more than a second.

"Oh, I thought we could hang out after?" as I ask, she shrugs and drinks from the rim of the bowl. Slamming the ceramic down, her tired eyes meet mine.

"I'm tired," is all she says, looking me over briefly, "I had a good day."

"Okay, um, yeah, me too," I wave her off and she skulks off. The girl with straight brown hair never smiled, but I know it's the wizard in her. She'd be used to being outcasted. It's surprising she got into Fortitude at all.

"It's not that hard to sort the black uniforms from the green uniforms in the closet. Can't you get your head on straight?"

I hear a voice behind me and I casually look over my shoulder to see Kami had been intercepted on her way out by the Fang she was attending as a second-hand.

I do not know his name but he's not alone either. The Fang is backed by Raphael, who glares at the unresponsive Kami and then he sees me staring at them.

I watch as Kami says nothing and moves right past her Fang, yawning instead.

He looks pretty annoyed as he turns after her.

Raphael is standing in a black uniform with green trims. A teacher's uniform. The green was about alchemy.

"Hi," I speak to Raphael since he does that mean stare like he's thinking real-hard about me, but in a strange sort of way, like he can't work me out. That makes two of us. I had no idea, even after today, how to fit into this place.