The Academy of Mystical Beings

The Academy

My head was spinning wildly. Whether it be from the injuries I'd sustained or the information that came from Dawson's mouth. Maybe it was a mixture of both. I felt him undo the bindings on my wrists, and my arms laid limp beside me. My whole body felt like jelly.

My Gran used to tell me stories as a kid, but I would never have believed it. I'm still not sure I do. Once I had told my mom of the stories Gran had shared my visits became less frequent. Mom said Gran couldn't see me as much because she was busy and given her old age, could no longer babysit me.

Maybe Gran wasn't as crazy as I thought. Or maybe these people are crazy. I don't know what to think.

"A witch?" I spoke after a few moments of silence. My brain couldn't focus.

"Yes Jack. The Academy we are going to is full of people like you, people like us." He spoke, and I could hear the truth behind his words. One thing stood out the most to me. People like us.

"What do you mean, like us?" I questioned as I attempted to slide farther down from him, but was already pressed against the cool metal of the wall. His words had put me off, an uneasy feeling sliding into the pit of my stomach.

This did not stop him from laying his hand on my shoulder gently, still, unnerving me. His hands were like ice, even in the heat blasting through the vehicles vents. I could feel the sweat beading on my brows, so why was he so cold?

"I don't want you to be afraid of me, I will never hurt you Jack." He took a deep breath in after he spoke. He shut his eyes, and then opened them again slowly.

A small shriek came from my lips as I stood up from the bench swaying with the vehicle. Suddenly the vehicle lurched to a stop and I lost my balance as I tumbled to the ground face first.

I closed my eyes and braced for the impact that never came. Slowly, I peeked my eyes open to see that Dawson had caught me. He gripped my arms gently, neither of us looked away from each other. My eyes wandered to his lips where two very large, and sharp teeth poke out.

I audibly swallowed and my face burned crimson at the realization that I had been staring for a considerable amount of time. Not in lust, or like, but instead in confusion.

"Vampires are real." I breathed out once he stood me back up. I slowly brought my hand to his face, my thumb pulling up his top lip. I needed proof that this was real.

Dawson didn't complain, or pull away. He just stared back at me, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes. His once blue eyes now black, dark red and purple veins ran from his eyes to the tops of his cheekbones.

"Does it hurt?" I asked staring into his eyes, it looked painful. Dawson simply shook his head, shutting his eyes once more. When he opened them they were back to his striking blue pools.

"I hate to stop you from touching me, I'm irresistible I know. However, we have arrived at ThAcademy." He chuckled lowly and I pulled my hand back quickly as if I'd been burned. My cheeks flaring once again. Anger flowed through my veins. Dawson returned next to me with an apologetic look on his face as he began to bind my wrists together again. When the bindings were on me my body felt weaker.

"More like irritating." I grumbled out as he banged onto the door twice.

Reality came crashing back down on me like a tidal wave. Talking to Dawson was a temporary distraction, now I had to face the truth. I'm a killer. A witch. My heart began to ache as I thought of my mom, and dad. Was I ever going to see them again?

I looked outside of the vehicle to see an older man in what looked to be a tracksuit, as I looked past him I saw students gathering near the front of the building. Only it wasn't just a normal looking school building, it was a castle. The students were ushered inside by a women in a long floor length gown and robe. An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach once again. Had it ever left?