SilversLittleAngel: Yeah, that should be fun. Trouble... well, it's coming.
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Jessica looked around. "By the way, where are the rest of your students? I don't see the vampire child."
"They're out exploring. And his name is Thatch," Miss Bloodcraven sighed.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, with Masquerade and all."
"Aww come on, they don't even know we're here."
"Who's Masquerade?" Casper asked.
"A group of Lightblood supremacists," Jessica said simply.
"What's that?" Mantha asked.
"You see, the first witches were Light Witches," Miss Bloodcraven explained. "Angel-human hybrids, really. Then Light Witches had children with pixies- a very complicated affair- and the Green Witches were born. At the same time, demons started to have children with humans as well, creating the Dark Witches."
Jessica nodded. "Lightblood supremacists think Light Witches- and most Green Witches- are the most superior beings out there, and everyone else can go F*** themselves."
"Watch your language!"
"Sorry."
Miss Bloodcraven sighed. "But she's right. Lightblood supremacists view creatures of darkness as a blight on the world, and Masquerade's goal is to wipe them off the face of the earth. Which is where the rumors about witches killing off monsters comes from. But like I said, they don't know we're here."
"I wouldn't say that," Jessica said. "One of Eric's workers overheard you talking to him through magic mirror yesterday, and he posted it all over MeeSee."
"What's MeeSee?" Ra asked.
"The witch version of Facebook," Miss Bloodcraven explained. "Are you sure?"
Jessica handed her smartphone over to the teacher. "OH MY GOD, 6 MILLION VIEWS?!"
"Masquerade probably knows you're here. Considering the rumors about Seraphino..." Jessica trailed off.
Miss Bloodcraven cursed mildly under her breath. "Send the books to scare school, please," she asked. "Right now, we need to go find the others."
They stepped outside. The sun had come out, and Miss Bloodcraven opened her umbrella. "But, it's not raining," Ra pointed out.
"I know. Dark witches don't handle sunlight very well." She stuck her hand out of the protective shade. Her hand promptly burst into flames. "See?" She pulled back her hand and put out the flames.
The rest of the class was waiting for them when they arrived. "Roll call," Miss Bloodcraven announced. "Mosshead?"
"Here."
"Flyboy?"
"Here."
"Harpy?"
"Here."
"Thatch? Thatch?" No response. "Has anyone seen Thatch?"
"He was with us a minute ago," Slither said.
Miss Bloodcraven stiffened. Casper remembered her saying that a witch's eyes changed color when experiencing intense emotion. Right now they had gone from green to blood-red. A dark aura surrounded her. If they thought she was scary when mad before, right now she was positively terrifying. "I'm going to have the rest of you return to scare school," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. "I'll stay behind to look for Thatch."
She sighed, walking along the near-empty streets. It was almost sunset, and she still hadn't found anything. Those damn idiots were doing a pretty good job at hiding Thatch's scent.
Then it hit her like a semi-truck. She was searching for him the wrong way. If she took into account Thatch's heritage and her own powers...
She grinned. She knew another way to find him.
She burst in through the window of the warehouse. (The window because she didn't want to take the time to mess with the six padlocks on the door.) Why is it always a warehouse? She thought bitterly.
The area she entered from was deserted. She figured they probably set up the place with who-knows-how-many spell alarms, so they probably already knew she was here. Still, she wanted to be careful.
When she finally found Thatch, the sight made her blood boil with rage. The kid had been beaten who-knows-how-many times, barely clinging to consciousness. He was so pale, paler than usual. He'd lost a lot of blood, Katrina was surprised he was still awake. He was duct-taped to a chair, but he was alone. His captors were probably out looking for her, Katrina realized.
She rushed over to the vampire. "Thatch!" she hissed.
He looked up. "Katrina?" he asked weakly. Inisde, she was happy he actually remembered the past they'd shared, but she was to worried to show it.
"I'm here, Thatch. It's gonna be all right, I promise. I need to make you go to sleep for a while, I need you to concern your energy," she said. And I don't want you to see what I'm about to do.
Casper paced the classroom. Everyone was in Miss Bloodcraven's room- the headmasters, Franengymteacher, Nurse, all of the students. Casper and the others had told them about Masquerade, and everyone was worried that was who was responsible.
"The portal closed an hour ago," Mantha worried. "How are they going to get back?"
As if to answer her question, the portal started to glow again. There was a massive flash of- darkness, blinding everyone. When they could see again, Miss Bloodcraven had appeared, carrying an unconscious Thatch.
Miss Bloodcraven looked exhausted and bloodsoaked. Whose blood? She had no idea. Hers? Maybe. Thatch's? Probably. Someone else's? Most likely. She managed a weak smile before passing out.
