SEBASTIAN
The breeze picked up around the castle, it was almost like the world itself was preparing for the fight that my cousin Jezabelle was to engage in. However for myself preparing for classes that lay ahead was my main priority. I walked the halls; i do not know the classes being held now, but this time ment many of the dormitories where left open and free. I went to Jezabelle's and arranged her books. The room was tiny as anyother, no place for a pure blood.
Reaching under Jezabelle's bed my hands touched an object, solid and cold yet it burned like acid. I retracted my hand.... only one substance could feel like that.... Silver. I lifted the hem of the bed valance. My eyes lay upon a metallic colour, my stomach felt light yet heavy at the same time. I believed humans refered to this feeling as 'my stomach turning over'. Silver chains... she had forgotten her chains inside her room. I picked up her class back pack and felt the weight i was accustom to; the weight i had thought belonged to the chains that were under those sheets. Looking inside i found rocks the size of ones fist. She was lieing to my without even saying a word. She had let my mind fill in the blanks, I had let myself assume what i thought. I was trained not to assume and yet here i was. Standing in a tiny room finaly realising i had assumed the students at this school were to be safe, however they had been as much danger as a person who walked through the woods that surrounded this academy. The eyes, the power hidden in those woods was nothing.... what had the potential to be lose HERE in this SCHOOL.... that was beyond comprehension....
I do not know how long i stood there, mere seconds or months. A gentle voice sounded from the door. Soft and gentle, with a hint of evil. It was the voice of an angel who knew they were more powerful and could pull you limb from limb.
"Sebastian...?" there came the voice again like a far off whisper. I looked up, long straight blonde hair, an angelic face framed by the fair hair. A straight fringe with a black bow in the hair like Alice from Alice in wonderland.
"Alice" I replied. She stood in a black dress that frilled out and stopped before her knees. The neck line hugged around her neck, stiff and straight, armless dress however she had elbow length gloves on. The only white was her socks that stopped before they reached the knees. The dainty feet that where in those socks were in shoes i could only see as yet another reminder of Alice in Wonderland. (Alice in wonderland as in the cartoon movie by Disney... or the pictures in the books)
"Sir, I am unable to find Master James."
"He is with Jezabelle. They have gone on a...." my mouth tightened, my cheeks sucked in... "school excursion. You need not worry until he arrives back."
"Understood sir." She ducked her head slightly, however instead of moving away she just stood at the door. I could feel she wished to ask me something but feared my answer... or my actions if she dared even ask. I looked at the ground and felt disgusted at my self.
"You may ask what you wish Alice.... I had no right to hurt you before. Please accept my apologies." i said without looking at her... the ground suddenly became the perfect place for my attention.
"You had every right sir. I failed and was incompetent at the task that was given to me and i..."
"STOP IT. I was wrong... I am no more above you then I am above James. You are my equal and I should treat you as such." i finally looked up to see her head bowed and her hands in a loose grip infront of her. taking a step towards her i asked as softly as my voice would allow.
"Please.... ask me what you wished."
"Yes sir, Thank-you sir... I was only to inquire why you are in Mistress Jezabelle's room?"
"I am merely being an inconvenience to her while she is away." a smiled spread on my face as my dry humour seeped out. Yet a frowned burrowed into her forehead and I returned the furrow in my own brow.
"Yes sire... Do you think I should too do this in Master Jame's room?" her head still bowed to the floor.
"You need not. I do believe he has a room mate who might not appreciate such intrusion. Also, Jezabelle and myself have a close connection, we have known each other since we were babes."
"As have we sire...." she spoke in the softest whisper, i was unsure whether my ears were even correct upon their hearing of her words. She left and went on her way. And i was left standing there wondering what had happened and what i should do about Jezabelle's indifference to her fellow students safety...
