The Darkest Light

Chapter 2

When I enter the common room, I was welcomed with the usual hello's of gathering students. Anna pushed me through the common Room, and toward a side room I never noticed before.

"You never noticed it because it wasn't there," Annabelle explained.

"Wait, how did you know..." I started but trailed off.

Anna looked at me, as if startled with what she said. Hesitantly, she replied, "It was written all over your face. Beside, stuff like shouldn't surprise you anymore. Your a supernatural, going to a school, full of other supernaturals. If anything, this," she gestured toward the door. "should be expected."

"I can tell that's not the real reason you knew. Your babbling. You always babble when your nervous. Or keeping a secret, and since I'm the only one who should be nervous here. I guessing the latter."

She looked at me, then around the room. When her eyes met mine again, she simply said, "I'll explain later."

I looked around myself. The common room was still relativly empty, and everyone was engrossed in their own thing. No one would have been listening. But her paranoia isn't something new. So, I decided this new problem, belonged with her spacing out upstairs. In the "worry about it later" category.

I watch as she turned the knob on the door. I believe some people call it a doorknob, but knob on the door sounds cooler. When she opened the door, I was surprised. Not because all my friends were thier, hiding behind couches and what not, yelling surprise. But because they weren't. They were just standing there.

I took a few steps foreward, and looked around the room. It was the typical magic appears-out-of-nowhere room. Empty. Well, aside from myself, my friends, and a few pieces of furniture they brought it. I recognized it was all either from one of the dorms, or the common room.

I started wondering who made the room. I looked from each of my friends. Nope. I wasn't forgetting one. It had to have been either a shaman or a sorcerer. I glanced around the room again.

Annabelle quickly spoke up, "I have a shaman in my english class. I asked her to do it for us."

There she goes again. Reading my mind, I thought. Wait a minute. That could be a possibility. As I pondered this, I noticed everyone staring at me with worried eyes. I quickly snapped out of it.

"Jeez," said Jon.

"Your getting as bad as Anna these days," finished, you guessed it, Kon.

"Huh?" I said, lamely.

Everyone laughed.

Finally Kyle said slowly, "you," he pointed to me, "are getting as bad as Annabelle." He finished off, pointing at her.

I just sighed and sat down on a couch brought in from the common room.

"Ya get it that time. Cuz if ya didn't, I can make flashcards," said Landon.

Jerk, I thought. I looked around, "Well, everyone's here. Let's get this thing started," I said, aloud. And finished, I added silently.

"Ok!" Added Anastasia enthusiastically.

Just then, the twins got up, "We'll go get the cake," they said together and started to leave.

But Annabelle stopped them, "Oh, no you won't. If you two go get, it'll be gone by the time you got back!"

"Ok, you caught us," they said, sitting back down.

That was easier than I expected. They never give up that easily.

"Stasia, you go get it," Annabelled said.

"Yes, Ma'am!" She said, jokingly, and left.

I sighed. I really hated birthdays. Ecspecially ones that mean more powers. Sometimes, I wish I was never born. Or born human, at least.

I caught Anna looking at me. If she turnedout to read minds, too, then what would I do? I can't just stop thinking. Or is that an option?

Anna sighed, and I looked away. I looked toward the door, wishing Anastasia would hurry up. This was getting awkward.

Finally, Anastasia walked in. Only, she wasn't hold a cake. She wasn't holding anything. She looked near tears.

I looked at her, and panic settled into the pit of my stomach, "What's wrong?"

She didn't say anything. Just stared at us. Then, suddenly, she fell to her knees, crying.

"I-i-it's it's Aria," She said through tears.

I didn't know much about Aria. She kept to herself mostly. All I knew was that she was a Migro. Another telekinetic half-demon, but not as strong as a volo.

Slowly, I turned and walked toward the kitchen. I looked inside and screamed.

Another chappie. And a cliffy. Kinda. Don't forget to review.