A/W: All rights belong to Kelly Armstrong

Theirs this website I found where Kelley Armstrong lists the different kinds of supernaturals she use in her books, I'm also using it for this story so if there a term you don't know you can look it up if you want just Google Kelley Armstrong/ demonology and it should be the first one on the search list. A long overdue update for this story. For those you who are just know getting into the story I like to let you know that I don't update regularly (even though I probably should) because I so busy I go back and forth between updates for this story and my other story (reviewing the past, which I am keeping at complete because I'm not sure if I'll finish it) ever since the person I had originally adopted it to about a year and half ago told me she could no longer do it. Anyways please enjoy the update and if you are not fallowing this story please do so!

CPRO

The evening I spent unpacking and avoiding my lunatic of a roommate was spent uneventfully. The very next morning seemed almost as equivalent. I awoke at to the sound of my blaring alarm clock. Tossing the covers off and sitting up. I glance over at Tori, who was still sound asleep berried beneath her covers. "Um . . . Tori," I called timidly. No response or sign of movement. "Tori it's time to get up." I called a little bit louder. She made a grunting noise, but other then that continued to sleep peacefully. "Okay then."I muttered as I quietly began to pick out my outfit for the day. For a boarding school that didn't have assigned uniforms they still had a pretty strict dress coed.

I picked out something simple. Blue jeans and one of my favorite long sleeved carped T-shirts. Grabbing my bag of toiletries I quietly made my way over to then bathroom door. Grabbing hold of the knob I pushed the door open only to be banged against the dresser next to door as Tori brushed past me with a very sullen "Move," slamming the door in my face. Sighing I sat down on my bed rubbing my sore hip. I lifted up the corner of my tank top griming as I saw the big blotchy red mark. Yep, by tomorrow that was going to be one ugly bruise. Damn, I thought pulling my shirt back down.

Tori took almost the whole hour to get ready by the time she had finished, I had to rush to take my shower and get dressed. Grabbing by backpack I slid it onto my shoulder, noticing that Tori was already gone. Grabbing my key for the room, I hastily made my way down to mess hall, hoping that I could grab a muffin or gorilla bar or something on the way to class. I ended up getting a bruised apple and a carton of orange juice from the picked over breakfast line, then I practically ran to my first period.

My first class was Cooperative Learning 111. I made it through the door the exact moment the bell rang. The teacher shot me an annoyed look, then cleared her throat trying gain the attention of the class. I grabbed the first empty seat I saw not waning to get into any trouble on the first day. The teacher, Professor Abdo was an older lady with broad shoulders and a permanent frown that seemed to be stuck onto her face. She jumped right into the first lesson about supernatural and paranormal relations leaving me completely lost. I glanced around the room, to my right sat a board looking guy with several face piercings. He noticed me staring and wiggled his pierced eyebrows at me. I turned away blushing.

To my left there was a petite girl with choppy brown hair texting on her phone. She glanced up at me and scowled. Giving the room one another sweep, I realized that I didn't really see any familiar faces. No one seemed to be really paying attention. My eyes locked with emerald green ones. It was the guy who practically ran me over yesterday sitting in the very back beside the window. What did Rae say his name was his name again Darren, Damian . . . Derek! That was it wasn't it? Derek narrowed his eyes at me and scowled. Turning his attention back to Professor Abdo and occasionally jotting down notes not ever bothering to glance back my way. Not like the guy should. I don't even know him. Heck I really didn't know anyone here yet. Suddenly feeling awfully lonely and missing my old friends while wishing that I was back at my old school. I rested my chin against my palm with a sigh. Professor Abdo's lecture couldn't have gone by fast enough.

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The rest of my class up until lunch seemed to go by pretty smoothly. Although there was an incident in my third period computer drafting class (which I had with Tori) when the professor had said "everyone grab a seat" and this one kid literally grab a chair and walked out of the room. He stepped back in a minute later looking all sheepish despite the big grin on his face. Though I still had no idea if he was messing around or not.

I stood in the back of the dining hall. Instead of the long plastic tables that most of my old schools would have, the cafeteria here at Cabal's featured long solid oak tables with creamy white lines and detailed finishes and matching chairs. Half arranged vertically and half horizontal. The walls had a gothic stone architecture feel to them that didn't match the modern ceiling high windows that went around most of the room. Just because it was boarding school food didn't make the cafeteria food here any better. After standing in the lunch line I sat down at the end of an empty table and sighed looking over my plate of food.

A funky looking lasagna and mash potatoes along with mixed vegetables and one of those frozen yogurt cups. Oh, joy. At least back home, I would always have Annette's brownies and home cooked meals to look forward to. I opened the tab of my milk and took a long gulp. Yep, watery and undesirable. Picking at my food I jumped when I heard the chair across from me being pulled out as someone sat down in front of me. Rae raised an eyebrow, "Are you always so jumpy?" I let out a laugh that sounded phony even to me. "Um, pretty much." Rae examined me through lowered eyelids.

"Tough first day?" I sigh shrugging my shoulders. "Tough no, strange yes. It's just that its so . . . different here. I guess I'm just not used everyone being so open to being supernaturals." "Hey," she said. "Not everyone's open so about it. It's just that we get to be our selves out here you know? No hiding or making up consent lies for accidentally setting some girl's hair on fire." She held her hand up, "You don't want to know." I let out a real laugh. "So your a half- Demon?" She nodded, "Yep Aduro to be exact. I get my looks from my mom and my fire magic as I like to call it." She said, holding up her index finger, which suddenly sparked and lit until she was holding a tiny flame. "From dear ol' dad."

My eyes were wide as I watched her, the small flickering flam keep her transfix . I cleared my throat and she jumped losing her concentration, making the flame flicker out. "Sorry," she said, glancing away. "I get a little carried away sometimes." "It's fine. At least you can control it." She shrugged, "What can you do?" I bit my lip and glanced away. Even in the supernatural world, seeing ghosts wasn't considered a good thing. Most supernaturals including necromancers didn't look upon it so well that's why our kind was so rare. "I-I uh, see sp-spirits." I managed out, stupid stutter.

She made a face, "Really?" I nodded. "That freaky." "You have no idea." I mumbled glancing back down at my food. At that exact moment a tray dropped down on the table next to Rae. A dark-haired boy that looked to be around my age with the build of a star quarterback sat down right next Rae.

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