"A bloody wizard." Wales rubbed his palms over his eyes, "You're kidding."
"I'm afraid not, young one." Morgana walked around the boy, who lay on one of the infirmary beds, performing spells of peace and relax, "And the term is warlock."
"Same thing." Wales grumbled, "How'd I even get here?"
"Jasmine and Luke brought you in."
"I... don't remember..." Wales' brow furrowed.
"Jasmine knocked you out, as your powers had taken over and you were about to strike your brother."
Wales blanched, "What?!"
"Calm down, young one." Morgana soothed.
"H- he knows, right?" Wales stammered, "That I didn't mean it?"
"Yes."
"... but...?"
"He was in a bit of shock. I doubt he won't process it until later."
Wales groaned, "Wonderful." He paused, "When can I get out of here?"
"Not for a while, I'm afraid. I want to-"
A distressed whimper from across the room, from Ryuto, had both Wales and Morgana turning to him. Morgana walked over, laying a glowing hand on his forehead.
"He's freezing up again." She murmured, reaching down at the foot of the bed to pull a blanket over the younger, comatose boy, "It's like he's cold blooded."
"Didn't you say a lot of the students here were called because you suspected them to be something else?" Wales asked.
Morgana paused.
"Good point. Wales, can I trust you to stay here, while I go look into something?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Good." Her attitude changed when she saw how dejected Wales was, "I'll ask Luke to come in after dinner, okay?"
Wales nodded, "Okay."
Morgana left, a golden shimmer surroundign her as her mirage of Headmistress Cassandra took over.
"You're a demon." Luke narrowed his eyes at Dark Heart, "And you're a vampire." He addressed Jasmine.
The two in question shared a look.
"Why am I here again?" Dark Heart deadpanned.
Jasmine punched him in the shoulder, "Moral support. You can just sit there and be broody, but you don't leave."
"Broody?" Dark Heart arched an eyebrow. Jasmine glared at him, and he sighed, sinking down in his chair and crossing his arms.
"And your brother's a warlock." Jasmine said to Luke.
"But... how do I not know before now?!"
"I... don't have an answer for that."
"Does anyone else noticed that as the days go by, there are warning signs?" Dark Heart mused.
"What do you mean?" Jasmine blinked.
"With you- avoiding lights, headaches, and toothaches." Dark Heart said, "Me, my pendant glows. Wales..." He trailed off, frowning.
"Irritation, prone to violent outbursts, and his hands itched a lot." Luke said.
Jasmine had begun to write all this down on a piece of paper. She looked at Luke, "What about you?"
"Um... avoiding lights, headaches, and avoiding anything with garlic in it- makes me sick." Luke blinked.
"Hmm..." Jasmine scrawled it out, "You two- start keeping track of the guys in your dorm. Write down any symptoms they show."
"What if they don't?" Luke asked.
"Then we assume they're human."
"Ooh, how'd you get this baby here?" Tyler slid his sunglasses off his nose when he heard Kuro's voice. He sat up from where he lay on the seat of his bike-
And stopped dead.
Kuro's entire wardrobe had seemed to take a 180 turn, as most of the clothes Kuro was wearing didn't seem to be hers, except for a few touches here and there. But at the same time, it seemed to fit her.
Kuro wore a pair of gray skinny jeans, and black and white converse. She had on a black tank top with green, purple, and blue animal prints on it. She wore a light blue leather jacket and her trademark spiked bracelets. Her hair was down, and her make- up was as minimal as a just some winged eyeliner.
"Kawasaki motorcyle, right?" Kuro asked, circling the black bike, looking at it with great interest.
Tyler snapped himself out of his stupor, "Uh, yeah. Good eye. How...?" Tyler trailed off.
"I know my bikes."
"A rocker and a biker, huh? What else?" Tyler asked, amused. He turned to his bike, picking a helmet off the handlebars, before handing it to Kuro.
Kuro took it with a half- smile, before putting it on. Tyler mounted his bike, muscles clenching when Kuro climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his stomach.
"Hold on tight!" Tyler called as he set the choke, squeezed the clutch, opened the throttle, and stood and kick started the engine. With a loud enging roar, Tyler urged the bike off on to the street, hitting eighty miles an hour in just seconds.
As he did, he could've sworn he heard Kuro laugh.
