The events that happened with Jackson and Gerard had gone, and everything worked out as planned. Scott and his friends could now live a normal mortal life, without the supernatural world getting in their way.
But all things must come to an end...
S...
After the whole Human Sacrifice thing, we all had headed back to school as the day wasn't over. But this was the fourth person to be killed, well sacrificed. But there wasn't much I could do, I haven't since human sacrifices since the middle ages. And that was centuries ago...
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After I had changed, it was time for a French class, I had sat in front of Allison, as the teacher -- Miss Morell -- who was at the bank the other night, we had no idea why she was there and what she was up too. She spoke in French as we repeated the words she states, as she made her way down the aisle. We repeated another sentence she had spoken, before coming to a halt next to me, but she wasn't looking at me. I swirl in my seat to turn to look at Allison, head in her arm, asleep.
"Mademoiselle?" Miss Morell began, as she crossed her arms over her chest, as I felt everyone's eyes in the class turn to look at Allison. "Mademoiselle Argent?" She spoke again, her gaze never let Allison.
Out of no-where Allison jolted awake, staring at Miss Morell, but she didn't speak. "Es-tu fatiguee?" Morell asked in French, as everyone in the class laughed, but I didn't.
"Sorry," Allison spoke as she sat up in her desk, looking at Morell, just as the bell rings. Student's packed their things and got up, leaving the classroom, as Allison and I stayed behind. Miss Morell, sat across from us.
"You're starting to concern me, Allison." She began, her voice soft and gentle. "Maybe we should chat in the guidance office sometime,"
"Or maybe you should tell us what you were doing at the bank the other night," Allison had snapped back at her, wanting to know and so did I.
"Maybe you should tell me what you were both doing there," Morell states, as she wants to know what we were doing there as well. However, Allison and I kept our mouths shut not telling her anything, her gaze flickering to us. "Looks like we have a situation here... Tell you what, give me the French word for it that's the same in English, and you can both avoid lunchtime detention," I frown at her, she's going to give me detention for literally nothing... Such a Bitch...
"Um..." Allison states as she didn't know the word in French.
"Impasse," I state in my French accent, as Miss Morell cocked her gaze to me, as I held a smug look on my face. She only held her none emotional gaze, as she stopped leaning and walked away.
"Allison still get's the detention," she spoke as she reached back to her desk. I turn back to Allison who's expression was blank, I gave her a sad smile as we began to pack our things away. And soon lunch was going to be upon us...
Lunch had arrived after a few hours, but Allison had to do detention, so I was left on my own. I walked through the hallways of the school, my legs just taking me where ever they wanted too. As I walked down the hall, I noticed something odd, a vending machine was pushes against a door. Why would a vending machine be up against a door?
