The Siren's Voice Calls

Chapter 13

Monday came along and I was distracted in my English class. Thinking back to the weekend with Sarah, I went over the things she confessed in my mind instead of paying attention to the lesson. I was still baffled about what I had learned, but thankful to know I could confide in her about myself just as she had done. It was a lot to take in at first, though. To think that she was a witch and from a long line in a family of witches. It finally dawned on me about the Osborne witches from Salem. They were Sarah's ancestors.

She first brought up the subject by confessing to me that she was eavesdropping on Peter's and my conversation with Professor Jones Friday after class. It made me uneasy at first, but when she told me what she was I felt relieved. Sarah even showed me a few tricks with lighting candles with her mind and had some books floating in the air of her apartment before we headed out to a bar for drinks. She also told me that she too saw the glow of my eyes when I sang on stage with Sebastian. Sarah was intrigued and asked me questions about my family.

We had a good time that Saturday. Morning classes finished, and as always, Sarah and I met up for lunch. I was eager for the day to be done, so I could find out what Professor Jones had planned for the lesson. The Bartholys, Sarah, and I all hoped he had discovered something to explain what I am. I was willing to be open to anything that would help determine my situation and what to do about it. Sarah asked me if I had talked with my family about it, by which I had explained that I wasn't about to let them know I had a supernatural ability. They would try to put me in an asylum.

Later that afternoon, Peter and I left our Music Appreciation class to head to Myths and Legends. "Your heart rate has escalated some. Are you nervous, Lydia," Peter asked me. "A little," I admitted. He put his arm around my neck and kissed the top of my head while we walked to our last class of the day. I couldn't help but smile at his warming gesture that was so comforting. (What would I do without you, Peter?) I decided to sit with him that day in the back row of the auditorium. A few students were staring and whispering as we walked past them, holding hands. Peter had a slight smirk on his face, so I knew he could hear what they were saying. When we sat down I leaned over to whisper, "So what are they saying about us?" He whispered in response, "They are questioning whether you are my girlfriend or not." (Ohh!...) "And... am I?" I dared ask him with a curious smile. Peter suddenly became shy, lowering his gaze to the floor, and slightly grinning. (You are so adorable when you're like this!)

Before he answered, Professor Jones started addressing the whole class. My attention turned to him speaking, so I moved to face forward in his direction. All of a sudden, I felt Peter's breath on my ear, which sent a shiver down my spine. He then whispered, "If you want to be." I turned my head to the right to look at him. Leaning back in his seat, he was looking ahead towards the professor, but grinning in a way that was almost smiling. I must have turned three shades of red, blushing so much when I took his hand again to squeeze before turning back towards the front of the class. I was so happy at that moment, I almost forgot what I was eager to hear today's lesson for.

"I would like to let you all know that today's lesson is going to be different than what we originally discussed at the beginning of the year. The university's administration has approved for an addition to the curriculum," Professor Jones started off with. "Today, we are going to take a look at the supernatural culture of Greek and Roman mythology." A student raised her hand to ask a question, which she continued when he invited her to speak. "Do you mean we're going to talk about the Greek and Roman gods?" "Not specifically. We will be discussing certain humanoid creatures and their abilities granted to them by the gods and/or goddesses, as well as why they were given those gifts."

Professor Jones then walked over to the chalkboard and flipped it to reveal the writing on the opposite side. The words were written 'Persephone and the Sirens.' He began the lesson by asking, "With a show of hands, who here knows the story of the goddess Persephone?" Many students, including Peter and I, raised our hands. One girl kept her arm up to ask him a question. "That's the goddess kidnapped by Hades, right?" "Yes, it is. Very good," he stated before asking another student to dim the lights. Turning the projector on, a slideshow of pictures were portrayed on the screen pulled down, hanging on the wall.