Disclaimer:I didn't create the Nightworld thing (alas!) though Liz and James and the English teacher etc. are mine

Please please review!!!!!! *does dramatic dying impression* Need ideas, comments, criticisms, to, live.

~ = telepathic speaking thing symbol

Questions Asked, Questions Answered

James sat at a compass scratched desk, only partially aware of the droning of his literacy aged English teacher read to the class, twiddling with his oversized beard and scowling at the sniggering students. The boy continued reading the tantalizing passage in his book, that held the vital information he seeked:

".....in the matter of one or both of soul mated partners being old souls, careful consideration must be taken to ensure memories of former lives are not awakened in bulk when the soul link is formed, causing parts of the mind to be reached, not usually accessed in the conscious world. Explaining why these lives are seen in dreams, and the soul link, being of neither a conscious or unconscious event, is a very dangerous state for an old soul. The average mind is not capable of withstanding this returning flow of memory, and can result in memory loss, denial, confusion, fainting, hysteria and in extreme cases, comas. However, this can be avoided by...."

Shit. The round face of Mr. Wriley loomed dangerously close to James, the book was wrenched from his grip.

"Good-afternoon Mr. Wildfire, would you care to share with us what you seem to find more important than my lesson? Or will you simply take over from me?" Mr. Wriley turned to the front to the book, and raised his eyebrows. A look of amusement flashed across his face. "The roots and branches of the soulmate principal, by Wise Woman Harman, very....interesting James, what a delightful romantic side we seem to have! I think I've found our new Romeo!" James sunk deep into his seat, his face emotionless, but edged with bitterness. " I think I had better keep a hold on this, incase Loverboy here, gets too carried away." Mr. Wriley placed James' book in his draw, locking it firmly away, and James picked up the current group book, Huckleberry Finn, and read with the him. He'd just have to wait till later to retrieve the book, its content should not be read by any, non Nightworld members. The Blackheart twins behind him, punched James heartily hard in the back, Cory laughed loudly in his mind.

~ Pining for our soulmate are we Jamesie Wamesie? You better get that book back, or heads are going to roll. ~

Larry piped in: ~ Well, one head will roll...you know.your head will roll ~

~ Shut up Larry ~ James flicked out behind with his hands, catching the wrists of both, and squeezed hard. He could hear the bones gave a satisfying crunch, Cory flinched angrily.

~ The only heads to roll, will be yours, and believe me, I'll make sure it's by my hand. ~ He released them, eyes flashing with impatience. ~ I'll get the book back. ~

James ignored their ranting for the rest of the lesson, he knew those wrists would ache for a while, and if not, he could always stick pencils into them. The bell went, snapping James out of his daydream of riddling the Blackheart twins with pencils. The class raced out of the classroom, only the twins stayed longest, with the simple message of ~ Break your neck ~.

Calmly, James headed to the desk of Mr. Wriley, spreading an aura of peace and reassurance., noticed, James chose to speak first and save himself a highly sophisticated scold.

"Sir, I am very sorry for reading during your lesson," James said in his best innocent little teacher's pet voice, "It was just so captivating, I couldn't put it down." The boy scanned the teachers physical signs, if he wasn't going be nice, James would have to react quickly, he hadn't the skill or power, at so young an age, to influence a full grown man's thoughts and feelings unless he caught him off his guard. There, a flinch, a twitch upon his brow, usually unnoticed by most, though perfectly obvious to even a Vampire child.

"Well, James, I encourage extensive reading to everyone, and I am pleased to see you experimenting with different genres, though not in my lesson," again, another twitch, a change of look usually taken on by teachers when they are about to perform a nasty, rule enforcing act. As quick as a flash, James made eye contact, and sent a bolt of his mental power rushing into Mr. Wriley's mind, altering his previous decision. For a tenth of a second, James was in the control seat, and created the natural decision to open the draw, and return the book with a word of warning, and a typical "now off you go" remark.

Like a puppet, Mr. Wriley followed his/James' decision, and opened the draw with a clang of his keys.

"I'm going to return this to you, but I don't want to see you wedged between such a piece of literature at the incorrect moment again. Agreed?" James gave an apologetic nod, like a child who has broken one of his mother's best bowls.

"Good. Now off you run!" James skipped off sulkily with his book. A soon as he was out of the door, he gave an extremely devilishly sexy smile.

Works like a charm.....

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