Rogue, Silver and Silent

School Life

Adjusting to school life was strange, given that I had the experience of someone several times their age, in a war zone, in a third world country. It was almost a nuisance to hear the cries and trivial chatter from the children surrounding me. 'Disgusting vermin' I silenced that voice with a crack of my neck. There is no need to put them all in one boat, let them prove themselves first. I whispered to myself.

Eyes were on me and my pups, my darling chica and her brother - who reminded me so much of Reece. He was nestled deep in my bosom still tucked underneath the shirt that I had been wearing for the past few weeks. The only clothes I owned, the only clothing I needed. Their noses were crinkled as they walked past me, 'you don't smell all that pleasant yourself', shut up. I hissed.

The judgment they were obviously passing towards me as they made up their minds; disgust on some, pity on others, leering from some males. I contained a snarl. I should have been more careful about who I exposed my pups to, but with their uncle . . . and Reece. I shook my head, no more tears; you can't have your pups think you're weak.

"Miss Lysand?"

I jumped, unaccustomed to the name.

"Yes Ma'am"

I tried to conceal the accent that cut through the air, several people stopped and the murmuring began. You're not supposed to draw attention to yourself. I growled at myself, annoyed at how easily I let up on another secret.

The secretary's eyebrows jumped up her forehead, but wisely she kept her mouth shut.

"This way, Miss." She turned but not before muttering some offensive terms underneath her breath. This isn't working, you should leave. Now! I squelched the feeling of anxiety and the need to protect my pups that was crawling its way through my throat. 'Stay, I want to feel her blood in my mouth when she says something like that again.' I snapped away from the thoughts, with difficulty this time, it's getting stronger. I thought solemnly.

I followed her into the dank, stingy office that was an offence to all my senses. The sickly sweet smell that was an easily recognisable taste for someone who knows of its poisonous affects, had me reeling. They know, and if they're defending themselves there has to be more. A smirk crept on my face as I tried to push through the smell. I was glad my pups were too young to be affected, I thought as I hoisted her further up on my hip and her brother snuggled in closer to the warmth of my chest.

"Miss. . . Lysand is it?"

The Head-Master twirled his chair round to face me, his fingertips pressed together and his lips squeezed together in a tight line. 'Blood, his blood must be mine.' Shut up, I hissed.

"Yes Sir?"

Dripping with politeness to the point of sarcasm I addressed the Head-Master. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, don't push your luck. I was more than peeved about being under scrutiny, fighting hard not to allow any instinct to take control; I swallowed past the lump in my throat trying best to smile.

"Are these yours?"

He swept his hand past my bosom and hip, clearly indicating my pups. I bristled at his movement, too close to them, don't touch them. Instinctively I clutched closer to them both, trying to meld them into my body.

"Essentially." I answered.

I was still unsure of the customs of these 'vermin' humans, I shot back. I was already aware that revealing my origins was a slippery slope in this new land. Walking in here with these grimy clothes and two babies had obviously caused some commotion; the socially acceptable was so much different than back home. 'Yes, it's socially acceptable to kill you on the spot back home.' I sneered at the thought, too busy to answer the voice.