Our Deathly Love

Illegal spells and death wishes

Blinking I looked skeptically at the boys, over my left shoulder. All three of the boys looked oddly at me. I found that rather rude actually, but who was I to judge? I was just as shocked to see them as they were to see me. 

Maybe I should have questioned if they were actually Necromancers, Gabrial’s eyes had fooled me, but for some unknown reason I could just tell that they were like me.

Strange, I should have been overjoyed at the presence of other Necromancers, this was what I had wanted. [i]Wasn’t it?[/i] I mean, that was what I thought I wanted, but looking at the three boys I was beginning to wonder if having met them was such a good thing after all. There had to be no way that they would live up to my expectations, right?

“Well, I’ll be damned... Jamii, Man, you were right!” Screeched out the oldest one. His voice hitting the air like thunder, he was truly scary looking. Huge, to be precise. He had to be at least 6‘7 or so, and was all muscle. He stood out next to his two... [i]whatever they were to him. Brothers, friends, maybe acquaintances. Who the hell knows?[/i] He had very short, almost buzz cut hair, his eyes were tiny, at least in comparison to his body.

 Another thing that made him intimidating was the way he spoke, although it should comfort me that he had such a thick Eastern-European accent, it only seemed to make me a little more shaky. No one except for the native English speakers at the school had accents, that was the point of the language-spell, Pandora had preformed. They obviously were not native speakers, or at least the larger one, [/i] being the only one to have spoken[/i] was not.

“Why, do you still have your accent, are you three not students here?” I asked hopping up from the desk, my face falling into a frown as I tried to look intimidating, copying Chloe by forcing my hands to my waist. I had to give the look of complete control, as I had said Necromancers did not have the best reputation, for a good reason.

Snapping my fingers together, I shot a glare of warning to Clarrissa. [i] I needed her to play along, I had to have as much power as possible in this situation. I knew it sounded stupid, but people judge and I needed to seem more powerful than those three, even by myself.[/i]

I watched as Clarrissa nodded to me walking forward her hands folded behind her back a look of mock respect [b](the type that only I could tell)[/b] as she walked to my side, in a second’s notice.

“It surprises me that a Necromancer, of such power as yourself, would let anyone else place a spell upon you... We, do not allow such, displeasure, if we need to speak a language we shall learn it ourselves, or not, if we do not feel as to do such. I am sorry; my English is not that good... Better than Piyter’s still, if you wish to speak in English than allow Jamii to take over.” The larger boy stated stepping back behind the shortest of the three.

The boy,[i] ‘and yes I say, boy’[/i] was no older than fourteen, or fifteen, by the looks of him. He was the shortest of the three, 5‘9 or so. His eyes swirled with emotion that the other two did not posses, he seemed very happy. Overjoyed even, his smile actually was breathtaking. I was not going to lie, the boy was surely a ladies’ man. His smile dare I even say it, was more amazing than Jasper’s. 

I really wanted to laugh at that, I wonder what Jasper would say if he found out that someone had a better smile than him. Perhaps, he would take it as a challenge? Most likely he would huff a little, then realize that I enjoyed his smile and place it upon that set of cocky lips of his.

I could not help though but find this [i]‘child’[/i] odd though. Everyone was nervous as hell in the room, and he was smiling like a complete schmuck!

“Perhaps, you can answer my question than [i]Jamii[/i] what are you doing here? [i]Hum[/i]- I want to know if you go to school here, and how you found me.” I stated not smiling back at the boy, which was quite hard to do.