School of the Supernatural

Will: This Isn't Good

I sit there in Chem, watching the teacher draw formulas on the whiteboard. "Uh, Miss Cruse?" a girl calls from the back of the room. Her eyes are trained on the floor, and a boy sits beside her. I watch as he whispers something to her, urging her to continue speaking. "A-a-ah, th-that formula i-is incorrect." Miss Cruse looks at the board and huffs, "Huh, you're right, Miss Maki. Good observation." Then she erases the mistake and fixes it. As she's finishing, the bell rings. I gather my things quickly and rush into the hallway.

I find Chayse's locker and sneak up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Hey, Chayse," I whisper beside her ear. She jumps, but quickly realizes once she sees it's me. "Gosh, Will! Don't do that!" she laughs, turning to face me. I grin and reply, "Why? I like the way you react." She blushes, grabbing her Language book and walking toward her next class. I walk alongside her and grab her hand, swinging it between us. "So," I say, "you want to catch a movie tonight? Twilight, maybe?" She raises an eyebrow and I laugh, "I'm kidding. But seriously, you want to see one?"

Chayse apologizes, "Sorry, but I have to study. I'm way behind on...everything." I shrug, "Okay then. I'll come over and help you study." She gives me a look. "No, Will. If you come over it won't be the work I'm studying," she jokes, giving me a small grin.

We arrive at her class and she gives me a quick peck, walking into her class. I give a curt wave and stand just a moment longer than needed. Then I go to my class.

On the way I stop to go to the toilet. When I enter I hear a sound I wish I didn't and slowly back out, spotting the tennis shoes and heels in one of the stalls. "Yeah," I mutter, "I can wait."

When I go to leave I back into a girl standing at the doorway. I start to ask why she's in the boy's toilets, but she speaks first. "You want a bit of what he's having?" she purrs in a silk-spun voice, stepping forward and making me walk back into the room. Despite my sudden dizziness, I sidestep her and say, "No, thanks." She grabs my arm, giving a sickening smile. I've never seen this happening at the school. Who would do this?

Upon closer examination I see small white feathers on the edges of her ears. Siren, I think. That's who would do this. I rip my arm from her grip and quickly plug my ears, backing out slowly. She laughs, her forked tongue slipping over her lips. I turn and run out of the toilets.

I make my way to the principal's office, knocking on the door. The principal, Mr. Ipotane, walks out of his office and meets me just outside of it. "Yes, Mister Harris?" he asks, clasping his hands behind his back. "Shouldn't you be in class?" I shake my head and say ,"Sir, I wanted to bring something to your attention. There's a group of sirens seducing boys in the toilets." Okay, so there's no beating around the bushes here.

Mr. Ipotane blinks, surprised. "What? Are you sure?" I nod. "Yes, one tried to pull me in. However, I got away so I could tell you," I say. He nods, pursing his lips. He says, "Thank you for alerting me, William. Now, here's a note of admission once you get back to class. Good day." I walk out of the room.

Something grabs my arm and yanks me into an empty classroom. I turn, ready to fight my attacker, to see an elf standing there. He has a sad, vulnerable look on his face as he whispers, "They aren't just in the toilets. They scope out the men's dorms, too. Their business is...everywhere." Then he leaves. I watch as his blonde mop disappears out the door with a brief wave.

This isn't good, I think. No one can resist the Siren's Song. Even their voices are enough to send any man reeling. I shake my head, wiping my brow with the heel of my hand. This is too much. I recall an incident like this a few years ago.

A group of Empousai, vampiric women who could seduce men with nothing but a touch, had hidden in the men's dorms and seduced them into torturing themselves. They'd be found the next day covered in blood and bruises--sometimes even burns--and there'd be no DNA to find of their attackers. Why? Because their attackers were themselves. Until, one day, some little demon girl saw what was happening and reported it.

The lesser races have a tendency to cause a ruckus in the school, and we never do anything about it. It's absolute shit.

I go to class and eventually to lunch, where Chayse hurriedly sits beside me. "Will, are you alright?! I heard about the sirens. Did they hurt you? Is it another Empousai situation?" she asks in one breath, her eyebrows knitted in worry. I shake my head and answer, "I'm fine, Chayse. I promise. They didn't get close enough to do anything to me." She nods, relaxing. "Good." We're just starting to talk again when there's a loud bang that echoes down the hall and into the cafeteria.

Something's very wrong.