Young Blood (PART ONE OF THREE)

Teachers and Textbooks

4. Teachers and Textbooks

Vaan had never hated the library so much. He and Song had been there all day searching for any kind of anything to help them out. The books all had the same stuff, and none of it was really proven to be an actual, plausible thing.

"Why don't we just try to cut off his head?" Song demanded. He slammed a book on to the tower of other books head scoured over for hours. Vaan shook his head as he closed another book."That won't work. He was gifted by Selena, and I think..."

Song raised an eyebrow. "You think what?" He asked curiously.

"I think that he might've killed her. Like she might've been able to live on, then she granted him immortality. So he got what he wanted," Vaan started.

"And he had no further use for her," Song finished, the realization kicking in. "That's brilliant, Vaan. I guess I never thought of it that way."

"Never thought of what that way?"

The two boys turned in their seats to see a tall curly haired blonde in a suit leaning against a book shelf, a copy of Charles Dickens' Great Expectations under his arm.

"Mr. Sullivan!" Song gasped. He looked behind the teacher at a clock on the wall. "Oh god! I didn't realize how late it was, we should go."

Vaan nodded and began to stand, but Mr. Sullivan held his hand up to stop the two boys. "No, you are fine. It's never too late to search for a good book." He winked at them and pulled a random book from the shelf, then threw it on to the table.

Vaan looked at it, puzzled. It was a small, blue thing. Torn and tattered. And blank, he noticed. There was no title, no author. And he opened it up to look at the contents and frowned up at Mr. Sullivan, but the teacher was no longer there.

Vaan turned his gaze to Song. "It's empty. It's completely," He sighed. "Empty."

Song was too busy staring in amazement at the place Mr. Sullivan had been standing. "I wonder how he does it...," He murmured absentmindedly. "Vaan," He turned to his friend, "I think I'm going to head back now."

Vaan nodded and watched as Song's body began to shiver and fold in on itself until he took the form of a sleek white cat.

Song hopped from the chair and pawed his way out of the library and to the dorms where he shifted back in to his human form to let himself in.

When he walked in to the room he flopped on to his bed with a loud content sigh and smelled his bed sheets. He'd sprayed them with fabreeze after washing them that morning. They smelled of lavender.

He began to cry softly, just barely. It hey we're tears for everyone the school had lost. Everyone who fought and were injured. Everyone. He cried for everyone.

Then he furrowed his eyebrows and shouted into his pillow, "DAMN YOU SAMUEL. HEARTLESS ASSHOLE!"

He couldn't do anything and it frustrated him so much. It was pure and absolute agony watching his friends die. And he just hoped to the gods and goddesses that Samuel was letting everyone have the week off from any real fighting. He wasn't ready to lose more people. And Vaan wasn't ready either. He could tell. He didn't understand why Vaan was torturing himself by visiting the infirmary.

But then he remembered.

Vaan's girlfriend.

She'd been this pretty blonde girl named Blake. Very loud and obnoxious. But then she started dating Vaan and became this amazing surprising person.

In the second clash they'd had, Blake was on the front line, ready for anything. Of course, she ended up in the infirmary, broken in more ways than one.

There was a blackout that night, and everyone in the infirmary had completely vanished. Song hoped they were alive. He even hoped they'd gotten kidnapped. Because the Agency had better technology, they could've healed faster.

Vaan never really got over it. He even thought Blake was dead. That maybe that was all just a show. And she was dead.

Dead, dead, dead.