True Trust
Part 5
Ruhe watched Polaris-Willow's retreating form with a great amount of confusion. She was probably the greatest enigma he had ever encountered. He shook his head. 'That is one weird girl,' he thought to himself. The bell rang, jerking him out of his thoughts. Ruhe had to think for a moment about what period it was and where he was supposed to be. 'Let's see.Astronomy, English and free period so that makes it.' "Lunch," he murmured to himself finishing his own thought out loud. He headed down stairs to the cafeteria. Ruhe pushed open the doors and as immediately bombarded with sights and sounds. After the almost silent hallway he found himself extremely disoriented walking into this noisy room. "Hey are you going to just stand there all day gawking?" an annoyed voice behind him asked. Ruhe turned around and found himself eye to eye with a fierce looking girl with wild red hair, blazing green eyes that bored into him and a lot of black leather. "Well?" she asked impatiently. Ruhe got out of her way as fast as was humanly - Er - Uh - Um - 'shifterly (I don't think there is such a word, but what am I supposed to do? He is a 'shifter, not a human!) possible. "Watch your back, Drache," she warned him as she stalked away. Ruhe watched her go feeling an odd mixture of anger, fear, confusion, annoyance and relief. "Briar Blackthorn: wears black leather, rides a motorcycle and does crazy stunts, your stereotypical bad girl. But as long as you don't get on her bad side she won't do much more than bite your head off occasionally," came a male voice from behind Ruhe. He turned around to see Sirius-Oak sauntering toward him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ruhe Drache," Sirius-Oak said holding out his hand to Ruhe. "Likewise Sirius-Oak Redfern," Ruhe answered taking Sirius-Oak's hand and shaking it, "no offense but you seem to be the first rational Night Person I have met." "Actually, basically everyone associated with Circle Dawn is very sane.with your few exceptions of course," Sirius-Oak said in a rather matter-of-fact voice. "Ok point one: how did you know I'm with Circle Dawn? Point two: would Polaris-Willow, Saphrin and Relina Harman, Brush Redfern and Briar Blackthorn happen to be among the few exceptions?" Ruhe asked. "Answers to point one: a. Thierry told me you were coming. b. I would have to be an absolute idiot not to know who you are. Answers to point two: Brush isn't one of us, but he, in my opinion as well as everyone else's, is insane. Saphrin on the other hand is as sane as they come, she just has a temper when someone does something that is mean to someone she cares about, especially if the person doing the mean thing is someone she cares about as well. Lina.well I don't know where you would put her she hates Cult Midnight just as much as the rest of us. But she doesn't always act like a member of Circle Dawn. And I have to say that I have often questioned her sanity, myself. Briar is just a rebel, not insane. And as for Polaris-Willow, my sister." he trailed off looking at Ruhe pointedly. Ruhe's mouth dropped open slightly and he started stumbling over words. "Wwell.not - insane per say." trailing off looking visibly embarrassed, trying to cover up his blunder. Sirius-Oak nodded and grinned with humor and understanding in his expression. "It's ok," Sirius-Oak assured Ruhe, " I can understand why you could view her attitude like that. No, Polaris is not insane, she's just." he trailed off trying to think of a way to describe her, "well she's.Polaris, that's the only way you can describe it," he finished with a shrug, "Follow me, we'll go sit with the crowd." Ruhe nodded and started to followed Sirius-Oak when he heard a sneering voice. "Hey vermin, why don't you go back to where you came from, or can't they stand your ugly face?" Ruhe and Sirus-Oak turned, looking for the source. Ruhe noticed that Sirius-Oak was suddenly tense, alert; his hand, automatically, went to his back, as if he was reaching for something. "Oh, shit!" Sirius-Oak swore under his breath, "Brush and his gang are picking on your cousin!" he said to Ruhe, pointing to where Brush and a group were standing infront of Nícola holding her backpack out of her reach. They both headed over to the trouble but halfway there Sirius-Oak stopped and put out his arm to stop Ruhe. "What? Why are we stopping?" Ruhe asked his worry for his cousin very evident. "There's someone closer who will help her," Sirius-Oak said, a smirk on his face, "And Brush Redfern is going to be sorry." Ruhe looked around and saw Polaris-Willow was basically right behind Brush. "Don't you have some thing to do other than pick on poor human girls, Brush? Tests to fail, school property to deface?" Polaris-Willow asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "And don't you have some relatives to visit in the pound Luna?" she asked a female werewolf next to Brush. "Shut up, half-breed!" Brush snarled, "This doesn't concern you!"
~*~
"When something involves you," Polaris-Willow said sweetly, "It always concerns me. In more ways than one. Brush quickly glanced at his four buddies, two on either side of him, sizing up his odds and apparently liking them. "Better back down while you can, mutt," Brush jeered. "You can't win, Brush," she replied, looking relaxed and confident on the outside. But underneath she was tense and ready. "Just give Nícola her backpack, now." "Make me," Brush said as he and his buddies started tossing the bag around over Polaris-Willow and Nícola's reach. Brush was tossing it to a witch girl named Onyx; Polaris-Willow was getting ready to tackle her for it, when a hand shot out and easily grabbed it in midair. Polaris-Willow followed the hand back to its owner and felt shock course through her. Holding Nícola's backpack was a really tall - Um - Uh - guy (that was the only word Polaris-Willow could find that could really be used in terms of him, even though that didn't even really say everything. You couldn't call him a boy or young man because he had an - oldness about him, but calling him a man somehow degraded him.) His hair was midnight black, longish and uneven; it more often than not fell in his equally dark eyes so you couldn't really see them. His skin was tanned, but it was always that color, word had it he was from an enclave in Egypt. He had a small tattoo on his left cheek, that was the only mark on his face. All in all he was drop-dead gorgeous.and of course a vampire. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt and long black pants (the attire he wore everyday), both of which were really baggy and worn. There were holes and tears all over his clothes. Why he wore such ragged clothes, Polaris- Willow could not fathom, she had heard - from reliable sources - that he had enough money to by nice, new clothes. He turned and glared at Brush and his group, his eyes black ice, shining from behind his hair. Brush n' co. cringed. When he spoke his voice was colder than the coldest winter, every time Polaris-Willow heard him speak she though that it sounded like something in him had died, like something or someone had shattered his heart and ripped his soul out. It made her mourn for him; for what ever he had lost. "Get - lost," he said in a deadly voice, bringing his face inches from Brush's, intimidatingly. Brush and his buddies ran off like scared little kids. He stood up strait and turned to Polaris-Willow and Nícola, his face blank. He extended Nícola's bag to her. "Here," he said, his voice no longer as cold as it had been when he had been speaking to Brush and his gang, but it wasn't warm either. She took it and timidly said, "Thank you," with a small, shy smile on her face. To Polaris-Willow's complete astonishment he smiled a genuine smile back, something he never did. "Thank you for helping, Hemlock," Polaris-Willow said sincerely. Hemlock nodded, turned away and left without another word. Polaris-Willow and Nícola watched him leave, he quickly disappeared into the crowed, strangely enough, since he seemed like he should have stood out like a multifaceted diamond among a bunch of spherical quartz stones. Hemlock Redfern was a great guy, he seemed to like Circle Dawn, he treated them with respect and.well.Polaris-Willow didn't know exactly what it was that you would call what he also treated them with, it wasn't friendship, but it wasn't indifference either, it was something in between. However he mad it no secret that he hated absolutely hatedCult Midnight and Cult Midnight was terrified and resentful of him. Polaris-Willow had the feeling that Hemlock hated Cult Midnight more than she did, but she didn't know why. "Come on," Polaris-Willow said gently and kindly to Nícola, putting a comforting arm around Nícola's shoulders, "I'll introduce you to some 'nice kids.'" "Though some might say that that's debatable," she added in a mutter, causing Nícola to giggle.
~*~
Polaris-Willow took Nícola to a door at one of the far sides of the cafeteria and lead her inside. Inside was a room with tables, chairs, couches and a stereo, which was blasting music in one corner. It was full of teens and not just any teens, Night World teens. Most of the kids were Night World except for three that looked like Old Souls and two that were regular humans. "Words, words, words!" a boy, who Nícola thought was an Old Soul, said lightly. "Words, where is the rhyme or reason in them?" Polaris-Willow spoke up. The boy smiled, "That we can say so much and have it mean so little," he said. "Or we can say so little and have it mean so much?" Polaris-Willow added. "For little children words are the world," the girl next to the boy, who Nícola also suspected to be an Old Soul, said. "But for me they can mean nothing at all," a brown haired, golden eyed girl said with a sparkle of laughter in her eyes. "To quote Everclear's "Wonderful," "I don't belive you when you say, 'Everything will be wonderful some day. Promises mean everything when your little." a girl with dark skin and black hair said in a clear voice. "Words mean nothing to so many people," Sirius-Oak said in a rather sad voice. "What are words?" asked a younger boy. "But sounds that we make with our mouths and throats; scribblings on paper," said a freshman girl next to Sirius-Oak. "Sounds and scribblings that we assign individual meaning to," said a female witch with blond hair and blue eyes. "The only power and worth that they have is that which we give to them," said the other girl that Nícola thought was an Old Soul. "So what are words?" asked Saphrin. "Nothing," ended Briar.
Ruhe watched Polaris-Willow's retreating form with a great amount of confusion. She was probably the greatest enigma he had ever encountered. He shook his head. 'That is one weird girl,' he thought to himself. The bell rang, jerking him out of his thoughts. Ruhe had to think for a moment about what period it was and where he was supposed to be. 'Let's see.Astronomy, English and free period so that makes it.' "Lunch," he murmured to himself finishing his own thought out loud. He headed down stairs to the cafeteria. Ruhe pushed open the doors and as immediately bombarded with sights and sounds. After the almost silent hallway he found himself extremely disoriented walking into this noisy room. "Hey are you going to just stand there all day gawking?" an annoyed voice behind him asked. Ruhe turned around and found himself eye to eye with a fierce looking girl with wild red hair, blazing green eyes that bored into him and a lot of black leather. "Well?" she asked impatiently. Ruhe got out of her way as fast as was humanly - Er - Uh - Um - 'shifterly (I don't think there is such a word, but what am I supposed to do? He is a 'shifter, not a human!) possible. "Watch your back, Drache," she warned him as she stalked away. Ruhe watched her go feeling an odd mixture of anger, fear, confusion, annoyance and relief. "Briar Blackthorn: wears black leather, rides a motorcycle and does crazy stunts, your stereotypical bad girl. But as long as you don't get on her bad side she won't do much more than bite your head off occasionally," came a male voice from behind Ruhe. He turned around to see Sirius-Oak sauntering toward him. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ruhe Drache," Sirius-Oak said holding out his hand to Ruhe. "Likewise Sirius-Oak Redfern," Ruhe answered taking Sirius-Oak's hand and shaking it, "no offense but you seem to be the first rational Night Person I have met." "Actually, basically everyone associated with Circle Dawn is very sane.with your few exceptions of course," Sirius-Oak said in a rather matter-of-fact voice. "Ok point one: how did you know I'm with Circle Dawn? Point two: would Polaris-Willow, Saphrin and Relina Harman, Brush Redfern and Briar Blackthorn happen to be among the few exceptions?" Ruhe asked. "Answers to point one: a. Thierry told me you were coming. b. I would have to be an absolute idiot not to know who you are. Answers to point two: Brush isn't one of us, but he, in my opinion as well as everyone else's, is insane. Saphrin on the other hand is as sane as they come, she just has a temper when someone does something that is mean to someone she cares about, especially if the person doing the mean thing is someone she cares about as well. Lina.well I don't know where you would put her she hates Cult Midnight just as much as the rest of us. But she doesn't always act like a member of Circle Dawn. And I have to say that I have often questioned her sanity, myself. Briar is just a rebel, not insane. And as for Polaris-Willow, my sister." he trailed off looking at Ruhe pointedly. Ruhe's mouth dropped open slightly and he started stumbling over words. "Wwell.not - insane per say." trailing off looking visibly embarrassed, trying to cover up his blunder. Sirius-Oak nodded and grinned with humor and understanding in his expression. "It's ok," Sirius-Oak assured Ruhe, " I can understand why you could view her attitude like that. No, Polaris is not insane, she's just." he trailed off trying to think of a way to describe her, "well she's.Polaris, that's the only way you can describe it," he finished with a shrug, "Follow me, we'll go sit with the crowd." Ruhe nodded and started to followed Sirius-Oak when he heard a sneering voice. "Hey vermin, why don't you go back to where you came from, or can't they stand your ugly face?" Ruhe and Sirus-Oak turned, looking for the source. Ruhe noticed that Sirius-Oak was suddenly tense, alert; his hand, automatically, went to his back, as if he was reaching for something. "Oh, shit!" Sirius-Oak swore under his breath, "Brush and his gang are picking on your cousin!" he said to Ruhe, pointing to where Brush and a group were standing infront of Nícola holding her backpack out of her reach. They both headed over to the trouble but halfway there Sirius-Oak stopped and put out his arm to stop Ruhe. "What? Why are we stopping?" Ruhe asked his worry for his cousin very evident. "There's someone closer who will help her," Sirius-Oak said, a smirk on his face, "And Brush Redfern is going to be sorry." Ruhe looked around and saw Polaris-Willow was basically right behind Brush. "Don't you have some thing to do other than pick on poor human girls, Brush? Tests to fail, school property to deface?" Polaris-Willow asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "And don't you have some relatives to visit in the pound Luna?" she asked a female werewolf next to Brush. "Shut up, half-breed!" Brush snarled, "This doesn't concern you!"
~*~
"When something involves you," Polaris-Willow said sweetly, "It always concerns me. In more ways than one. Brush quickly glanced at his four buddies, two on either side of him, sizing up his odds and apparently liking them. "Better back down while you can, mutt," Brush jeered. "You can't win, Brush," she replied, looking relaxed and confident on the outside. But underneath she was tense and ready. "Just give Nícola her backpack, now." "Make me," Brush said as he and his buddies started tossing the bag around over Polaris-Willow and Nícola's reach. Brush was tossing it to a witch girl named Onyx; Polaris-Willow was getting ready to tackle her for it, when a hand shot out and easily grabbed it in midair. Polaris-Willow followed the hand back to its owner and felt shock course through her. Holding Nícola's backpack was a really tall - Um - Uh - guy (that was the only word Polaris-Willow could find that could really be used in terms of him, even though that didn't even really say everything. You couldn't call him a boy or young man because he had an - oldness about him, but calling him a man somehow degraded him.) His hair was midnight black, longish and uneven; it more often than not fell in his equally dark eyes so you couldn't really see them. His skin was tanned, but it was always that color, word had it he was from an enclave in Egypt. He had a small tattoo on his left cheek, that was the only mark on his face. All in all he was drop-dead gorgeous.and of course a vampire. He was wearing a long sleeved black shirt and long black pants (the attire he wore everyday), both of which were really baggy and worn. There were holes and tears all over his clothes. Why he wore such ragged clothes, Polaris- Willow could not fathom, she had heard - from reliable sources - that he had enough money to by nice, new clothes. He turned and glared at Brush and his group, his eyes black ice, shining from behind his hair. Brush n' co. cringed. When he spoke his voice was colder than the coldest winter, every time Polaris-Willow heard him speak she though that it sounded like something in him had died, like something or someone had shattered his heart and ripped his soul out. It made her mourn for him; for what ever he had lost. "Get - lost," he said in a deadly voice, bringing his face inches from Brush's, intimidatingly. Brush and his buddies ran off like scared little kids. He stood up strait and turned to Polaris-Willow and Nícola, his face blank. He extended Nícola's bag to her. "Here," he said, his voice no longer as cold as it had been when he had been speaking to Brush and his gang, but it wasn't warm either. She took it and timidly said, "Thank you," with a small, shy smile on her face. To Polaris-Willow's complete astonishment he smiled a genuine smile back, something he never did. "Thank you for helping, Hemlock," Polaris-Willow said sincerely. Hemlock nodded, turned away and left without another word. Polaris-Willow and Nícola watched him leave, he quickly disappeared into the crowed, strangely enough, since he seemed like he should have stood out like a multifaceted diamond among a bunch of spherical quartz stones. Hemlock Redfern was a great guy, he seemed to like Circle Dawn, he treated them with respect and.well.Polaris-Willow didn't know exactly what it was that you would call what he also treated them with, it wasn't friendship, but it wasn't indifference either, it was something in between. However he mad it no secret that he hated absolutely hatedCult Midnight and Cult Midnight was terrified and resentful of him. Polaris-Willow had the feeling that Hemlock hated Cult Midnight more than she did, but she didn't know why. "Come on," Polaris-Willow said gently and kindly to Nícola, putting a comforting arm around Nícola's shoulders, "I'll introduce you to some 'nice kids.'" "Though some might say that that's debatable," she added in a mutter, causing Nícola to giggle.
~*~
Polaris-Willow took Nícola to a door at one of the far sides of the cafeteria and lead her inside. Inside was a room with tables, chairs, couches and a stereo, which was blasting music in one corner. It was full of teens and not just any teens, Night World teens. Most of the kids were Night World except for three that looked like Old Souls and two that were regular humans. "Words, words, words!" a boy, who Nícola thought was an Old Soul, said lightly. "Words, where is the rhyme or reason in them?" Polaris-Willow spoke up. The boy smiled, "That we can say so much and have it mean so little," he said. "Or we can say so little and have it mean so much?" Polaris-Willow added. "For little children words are the world," the girl next to the boy, who Nícola also suspected to be an Old Soul, said. "But for me they can mean nothing at all," a brown haired, golden eyed girl said with a sparkle of laughter in her eyes. "To quote Everclear's "Wonderful," "I don't belive you when you say, 'Everything will be wonderful some day. Promises mean everything when your little." a girl with dark skin and black hair said in a clear voice. "Words mean nothing to so many people," Sirius-Oak said in a rather sad voice. "What are words?" asked a younger boy. "But sounds that we make with our mouths and throats; scribblings on paper," said a freshman girl next to Sirius-Oak. "Sounds and scribblings that we assign individual meaning to," said a female witch with blond hair and blue eyes. "The only power and worth that they have is that which we give to them," said the other girl that Nícola thought was an Old Soul. "So what are words?" asked Saphrin. "Nothing," ended Briar.