Welcome to Hallowhelm. [SKZ]

Ch. 3: Wings of a Feather

[Warning: This chapter will contain graphic language, fantasy violence, and some sexual content.]

[Y/N's P.O.V.]

It had been a couple days since that enthralling night when I went to the mansion with Fay. Looking back at it now, it only felt like a hyper real dream. As if things went by so fast, that I don't believe it even happened. In some way, I've tried to convince myself that it was a lie. An outsider might chalk it up to be a hallucination. Or telling me that it was just my mind playing a cruel trick on me. That's what I would love to believe. All of those strange boys and their strange, unusual quirks. I wish I could erase my brain of that event like an eraser on a white board. Just wipe my problems away. It's funny...how hard I've been trying to fool myself into thinking it was all a hoax. That it was just some dumb ploy to ensure that my own damn sanity was in tact. However, no such luck. It's bull. Fay isn't even here at school today, which has me worried. My tired eyes wander over to scan her empty seat as I twirl my ink pen between my fingers. As for the rest of the class, they hadn't said much about her absense. They were unbothered by the fact that someone was missing. The teacher made a small mention, said that she was out sick. I knew that was a lie. Only I knew the truth. The teacher stood at the front writing out some lines of text on the whiteboard from our book for the lesson today. It was so silent that even the head of a sewing pen could fall to the floor and sound like a thunder clap. What did Fay see while we were at that property?
"Perhaps I'll send her another text and see if she messages back this time." I whisper quietly as I put my head to my books in order to avoid being suspicious.

*𝙷𝚎𝚢, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢? 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕?*

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Meanwhile, at the Hallowhelm residence...

The new tenants of the Hallowhelm manor were minding their own busines, going about their daily lives as it were. Each in a separate room of the building. Two were lounging in the main area: the living room. The rest of them were either in their respective bedrooms, the pool room, or in another portion of the mansion. It was in the early afternoon. A usual quiet day for the young stray misfit gang. A quiet day, until...a knock came rapping at the front door. Minho (the Vampire of the group) popped up his head from his phone to stare at the front door.
"Was that the--?" He began. A look of confusion plastered upon his face. Seungmin, a soft spoken Dryad, was standing in the far corner of the room. He was a curious boy so he quickly ran to see who was here. Not stopping to think that it could be someone dangerous. He had a cheerful aura about him.
"The door? Yeah! There was a knock!" He cut in to complete Minho's thought. Minho rolled his eyes and got up from the couch where he was seated. He was more reserved and quite constantly had a mouth on him.
"Well, duh. I know that much. Not what I meant! I mean-- why are we getting company like this in the middle of the day?" He mosied up and gently shoved Seungmin out of the way. "Who of all people would come here?"
He leaned in to stare through the peep hole of the grand entrance. Changbin, a daemon, emerged from the kitchen area with a small snack sized bag of chips.
"It could be that nosey human I caught from before." He suggested to Minho. Changbin was his usual broody self. That was his characteristic. The harsh, intimidating one with authority. Minho glanced over at the newly entered friend.
"Nah. I don't think so. Human children attend school. It's only two p.m. Therefore, that can't be the case." Minho answered matter-of-factly. He was proud of himself for knowing that, even though it didn't mean much. Changbin didn't care one way or another. He waltzed passed them both and found a quiet spot by himself somewhere.
"Well, whatever. Just open it and see who's here. Don't keep them waiting." He grumbled.
"I sense an odd aura coming from the other side. I think it's a girl." Seungmin whispered to Minho was already undoing the locks and opening the door. It was as the dryad predicted when it swung open. A female was standing on the porch in front of them. She had platinum blonde hair cut into a short bob with a wide smile when her eyes laid of Minho. However, she quickly noticed the other two presences nearby.
Hm...they don't seem like the people I'm looking for.