Ghost... Witch?

WHAT?!

Chapter 3

Jaz POV

I hurry to the kindergarten to pick my pretty little angel up. Some jock called me 'a stupid bitch who didn't know the best use for her mouth' when I refused to blow him. I decided to punch him instead. Stupid fuckers.

Unfortunately, Mr. Jock-lover, the new name for Mr. McRapistCoy, saw me beat up his precious li'l boys and decided to give me a detention and sat leering at me while I worked. Knew better than to try anything though. Last time he did I knocked him out and carved R-A-P-I-S-T on his forehead. That's the kind of embarrassing that doesn't fade easy. I'm not kidding, honest. I saw it with Lily Williams in an abandoned classroom. I'd have backed her up if she reported it but she didn't. Whatever. Not my business. I've got enough on my plate with trying to protect my little girl. My stomach's black & blue and one of the three cracked ribs from my last beating two days ago is pressing into my lungs. I'll need to talk Doc Mishra into a free check up again.

I enter the campus and walk to the auditorium, noting the lack of activity around me with a distinct sense of unease. Fuck, I'm later than I thought.

Chills run down my back as I see the locked auditorium doors. I spin around, my eyes scanning the grounds, hoping against hope for a glimpse of my little angel. My heart already knows that its useless. The wards on the kindergarten are old and weak. I'd placed them mostly on my own when I used to study here. I hadn't needed much protection back then either. Monsters mostly come after us when we're old enough to provide a little challenge, which basically means the end of primary school or the beginning of junior high. I started being hunted a little earlier thanks to my multiplicity of divine parents so the wards around the primary school are strong. Kindergarten though...

I look around, doing a grid sweep of the grounds.

As I walk I come upon the evidence of a huge fight complete with weapons, at least guns if not more archaic weaponry; a few steps away lies a sack and; this last making my heart stop, a patch of crushed grass, Sang's favourite hair tie and the Disney Princess watch I shoplifted for her birthday.

Trying to still my heart I go over the evidence again. There's no doubt. A group of kids not much older than Sang - three I'd say, given the variation in child-sized footprints, took out a group of armed adults who outnumbered them and rescued her from them only to cart her away themselves. They also managed to remove all obvious evidence of the fight in, I check my watch to calculate, 15 - 20 minutes, tops.

If the kids are this good, the elders will be better. Most people hit their fighting peak during late teens - early twenties.

The realisations fall like lead weights in my head.

I can't get her back.

I failed her.

I sink to my knees and weep.

Sang POV

I wake up in a soft bed, a girl with black hair and piercing blue eyes sitting in a char next to me.I sense that she's a couple years older than me, making her about five.

She notices me stirring and turns to me with a grin. "Hi there. Finally waking up? Someone's a sleepyhead I see.", she says rapidly before noticing my confusion and nervousness, "Don't worry.", she continues in a softer and gentler tone, obviously trying to reassure me, "Cait will be back in a minute. She's just gone off to report. She's still learning how to be in charge. This was her third mission.", noticing my still rising heartbeat she continues in a higher, stressed tone, "Don't worry. I'm a Clanswoman too. I swear I'm not going to hurt you!". She rises from her seat, wringing her hands and I instinctively shrink back into the bed. This is not good. Di isn't here. They took me away from Di. Away from Di is when I'm in danger. Away from Di is when I get hurt.