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So this is finally the chapter that Mixie finds out about the soulmate principle.

Chapter Four: Avoidance and Assemblies

Mixie

Mixie didn't know how she went through the first half of school, her mind kept on replaying those fateful sentences and she couldn't shake them. "One of your classmate has died." Those words alone would put a damper on anyone's day. 'Mauled to death at the zoo." That was cause the sun to shy away. Then the worst part came. "The lion pen was open." That was the icing on the cake. Mixie didn't even need to hear the name of the girl to know who it was... she knew since she was there.

That made her stomach knot itself and make her take deep breath every ten seconds. Mixie had the feeling she could have avoided the whole thing, saved Emily's life. There was no love lost between the two girls but Mixie, behind all her front wasn't about to let a poor human die. Mixie could have gone home like Galen had told her, which would have not forced her to change outside the zoo. Dune would not have seen her car and Emily would not have lied and they wouldn't have gone into the zoo.

Dune seemed to be carefree, like he didn't just kill someone. That just made her want to punch his pretty little face. She doubted any girl would want to be with him after he had a black eye, or maybe two. She also saw Cassie draped onto his arm, that made her want to claw the other girls eyes out and make her use crutches.

To stop the feelings building up inside her and just wanted to come out she avoided the source of the problem.

Her plan didn't work out so well.

First period she had Maths, which was acceptable. Ms Grant might be a stickler for time but she was sympathetic. She had them all write out things they would like to have asked Emily, maybe a final greeting or a first greeting. Some people even wrote apologies. Most people wrote something stupid like 'was it true you had a nose job age ten.' Or 'are you still a virgin?'.

Mixie wanted to write 'Hope that picture turned out okay'. She wrote 'Hope you have a good afterlife'. Mixie smirked as she wrote that, Emily might have been an old soul. That would have been brilliant, she'd be able to annoy Emily further. Mixie knew it was rude to think like that, but Emily had done everything to throw herself at Dune. What irked her was that Dune didn't resist.

Second period she had Biology with Freya and Nax. Both were in the corner either kissing or trying to throw paper balls down the teacher's top. Mr Billard was not impressed; he called them back after class to talk about their behaviour.

Then it was break, Mixie avoided Ray then. He would have something to say and as much she could lie effectively she didn't want to push it.

"Hey. Mixie Wait!" Someone called from behind her; she slowed down but then instantly knew it was the wrong thing to do. Demi smiled at her and Mixie groaned at her misfortune. "It's so horrendous what occurred. Don't you think?" She asked and Mixie's legs refused to run or even move.

"Yeah. It's horrendous." She mocked, she had a dislike for the witch since her and Freya pushed her into the water in her white dress. She hated them since they told the whole school that Mixie was hurling in the bathroom due to morning sickness. Why were teen witches the worst? "I have English so I have to go."

"Of course. I just thought I'd tell you that the officers were watching the CCTV tapes, they know your car was parked outside."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"It's not out of my own personal pleasure that I can assure you. Nax thought I would be better at breaking the news then him. He tends to get a little physical when he's disagreed with. When the police wish to speak with you do not mention us. The school seems to think you have this love hate relationship with us and so far we haven't done much in the love part, but if we get in trouble that hate part of this relationship will be change to death. Do I make myself clear?" Demi smiled while she spoke like Mixie was a five year old.

"I don't want to be included with you. Ever. Do me a favour and leave me alone or I'll stick my pencil through the ring leader and re-enact the Salem Witch Trials." Demi didn't seem fazed all she did was continue with the now mocking smile.

"They need someone to blame, and unless they can determine that Emily opened the pen herself, they most probably choose you."

"I'm thinking to tie brooms to your hands. Go traditional."

"I just remembered something." Demi said, examining leafing through her folder

"What!" she screamed, luckily the corridor was empty.

"We have a witness." Demi stated as she transfigured a flower and placed it into Mixie's hand.

Mixie walked to English and opened her palm on the way. It was a Yellow Tulip.

She opened the door and the Ms Lane gave her a look and sent her to her seat. She sunk into her seat and tried not to draw attention to herself. Ten minutes into the lesson she realised that the teacher hadn't once talked about the death. She was carrying on like nothing had happened, just like someone else she knew. How could Dune sit in the classroom so casually knowing that he had killed Emily Charles? She was certain it was him, they were on a date, and he stayed behind with her after Mixie changed back. Suddenly a word that Demi said stuck into her mind. CCTV.

If she was caught in the cameras they wouldn't have seen her get in, she was a fox when that happened. But when she left she looked human, that meant the cameras would have captured her. What would she answer about how she got inside? Then she thought about Dune, it was involuntary of course since she couldn't care less if she went to jail or not. He was a murderer in her eyes and that was all there was.

'Yeah right'. Something inside her said, but Mixie ignored it. Arguing with yourself was the first step to insanity.

"Dune it must be horrible for you." She heard Cassie say. "It's only your second day."

"It's so great that there are people are you to make me real welcome. You're all so warm and inviting." Dune replied and Mixie's pencil snapped in half.

"I'm only too happy to help. I just I don't get under your skin." Cassie said, Mixie tried to ignore how her heart felt like it was dying.

Dune must have said something that made Cassie laugh so loud that Ms Lane moved her. It was just her luck that the only spare seat was next to her.

"Mixie, heard any goss about poor Emily?" Cassie asked as soon as she sat down, she didn't sound like she cared about anything. Who called news about a death, gossip?

"Why would I know anything." Mixie asked copying down the work.

"I just thought you'd know more than me. I've been so wrapped up with comforting Dune that I forgot to get an update."

"Didn't know he was so affected." Mixie said hoping she didn't sound too relieved. If he was affected he might have a conscience.

"Well it took a lot to get his mind of it. He's got a great body that's all I'm saying." Mixie tried to ignore the mental image she had of Dune's body and the shirt fit around her. She also tried to ignore the feeling of resentment she had.

She failed at both.

As she put her hand up to try and leave the door opened and two men in suits walked in. One was taller than the other, he spoke first. "We'd like to speak with Ms Drache." The whispers started instantly and Mixie walked out under the glare of Ms Lane. By Lunch time, everyone would think it was her fault. And it was in a way. Her thoughts went back to if she could have prevented it and then fear gripped her.

They took her into an empty classroom where the taller introduced himself as Inspector Webbles and the shorter was Inspector Wavers.

"Ms Drache we are here to investigate the death of Emily Charles. You were friends with her." Wavers asked.

"Um, I wouldn't call us friends exactly, but I spoke to her a few times." Mixie said playing with her fingers on her lap.

"So you weren't friends, why was that?"

"You can't ask me that. Not everyone in this school are friends." Did this guy know nothing of school?

"But you spoke to her, regarding what?"

"I don't no. Homework, teachers, the weather. The stuff you say when you can't say much else." She waved her hands to emphasise her point.

Webbles looked at his file and then at Mixie. "Your car was spotted outside the murder scene, where were you at that time?"

"It was a murder? I thought it was suicide." She asked going on the defensive.

"I'd like to make sure it was." Webbles said.

"I, um, well you see-" Before Mixie could say anything else the door was causally opened and someone leaned onto the doorframe.

"I do hope you have a lawyer here inspector?" The voice asked. Mixie knew it was Dune, no one else had an English accent or caused her heart to go aflutter.

"I must ask you to leave. This is an interview." Webbles said.

"I'll take that as a no." Mixie could actually imagine him smiling a little, it wasn't often you got the upper hand with police officer. "You can leave Mixie, they can't ask you any questions without you guardian or parent present since you're a minor." Within seconds she could hear his retreating footsteps.

"I'll just go." She said and ran out of the door. He had to be guilty if he stopped her from talking, was he scared that she'd blab about him? Then the second thought crept into the mind. What if he was actually worried?

She laughed out loud at the prospect, causing several people in the corridors to stare at her funny. She walked out of the building where she sat under a shade of the ash tree.

Today, she resolved, she would not go home until nine o'clock. She would try and avoid her grandmother as long as possible, the party was right around the corner which meant a second more then she was needed would result in her wearing a frilly pink dress.

She enjoyed the calm that came with sitting alone, most of the school were in lessons, expect for the odd couple that cut class. Which was what she was doing, if she didn't have to do back, why would she? That was when she realised that Dune must also have cut class after her. Not exactly understanding how that was a good thing she leaned onto the trunk and closed her eyes.

Dune

Kicking a stone into the road, Dune walked out of the school gates. He kept telling himself that Mixie was reliability. She had come so close to giving's the cop's reason to doubt her and the suicide. Then she would blab that about her car and that she's seen him and the secret was out.

'And what sort of name was Mixie anyway?' he thought dodging out of the way of a bicycle. It didn't sound like a name a parent would give their child, even if they hated them. If the child was disliked they are called something dull like, Joan. Or something silly like pointy. No one would name their child Mixie. Especially when the nickname Mix and match came like second nature.

Dune had decided that Mixie's parent hated her.

Dune liked his name, as well as other parts of this life. It was sort of unique since he's met no one called that. But with billions of people on the planet one of them had to share his name. Unless they were vermin, then they didn't count. Even though his parents were annoying vampires that never cared for him or his brother, they were at least considerate enough to give him a proper name. Now they were back in England and they were separated by an entire ocean, but he knew it was only a matter of time before someone as sent after him, so decided to live life to the full.

Starting with the pretty brunette he stopped in Starbucks.

Mixie

Mixie was woken by Ray through cap full of water at her. He was crouching in front of her with a silly grin on his face.

"We have assembly after lunch, something about Emily." He said, causing Mixie to stand up so quickly she narrowly missed hitting her head on an overbearing branch. "Why were you laying by a tree? There is a common room you know?

'Yeah but the tree is wood and only a stupid vampire would come here.' She thought but only shrugged to Ray.

"What's time is it?" she asked instead.

"We have about five minutes before the bell. We should go know if we want good seats." He said which could only be loosely translated as 'let's get the back seats'

She walked through the field and passed Demi, she tried to look away but the other girl was too fast and sent her a quick smile. Mixie looked away without replying; the last thing was wanted was to think they were friends. Demi was the second fiddle to Freya, who annoyed the hell out of Mixie.

It seemed that the trio was keeping tabs on her since she saw Freya next. The pink princess re-incarnated glared at her and went back to playing with Mike's hair. Mike seemed to be enjoying himself but Mixie wasn't sure if it was because he was a boy or because of the potion Freya had most possibly given him.

"Hey look, Can't they wait until they leave school." Ray said pointing to an open classroom. Nax was sitting on a table, elbows on his thighs and running his hand through his hair, obviously thinking about something. Vanessa was kissing his neck from behind but Nax seemed oblivious, he looked almost human. Fragile and insecure.

Mixie quickly left the doorway before he noticed her, but if he was going to he'd have done already so she walked away slowly like she had nothing to hide. Although that was a blatant lie.

It seemed many other people had gotten the same idea as her and Ray and the back of the hall were full of student and a couple of teachers standing along the sidelines. She took a seat at the middle of the hall being Bethany Jones, and grabbed Ray's phone as he took it out. He grumbled a little but she knew he'd get over it, she always took his phone... it had better games.

"Hey cos. What's happening." Ray asked Beth just as Mixie shot a shapeship out of the sky.

"Well, we think they want to warn everyone and mourn Emily. But I think they want to eliminate suspects."

"What do you mean?" Mixie asked shotting the mothership.

"They found lock of brown hair on Emily, dad said." Beth explained. "Although dad think that it's silly to think a teenager did this. I mean no one came up on the CCTV, and after the death all the camera's went offline." Beth's dad was an inspector although he was on a different case. However he was friends with one of the people on this case so he got info.

"Offline?"

"Yeah. It's strange, all the police could she was this white fox running around, but there isn't any fox in the zoo."

"So they think the fox killed her?" Ray asked as the principal walked up to the podium.

"No, they think it's something bigger." Beth said as the Principal called their attention.

Throughout the whole assembly he talked about safety and that until killer was found they should travel in groups. Mixie knew that was stupid, all they had to do was lock Dune away in some prison and that would be the end of it.

She instantly felt guilty at the thought, since if he wasn't guilty he was innocent and then shouldn't suffer.

Right on cue the back doors opened and in walked the black haired English beauty. He raised an eyebrow at the meeting and took a seat at the back of the hall, taking a spare chair into a row of its own.

Principal Travers gave him a glare but didn't say anything, continuing to explain what a tragedy it had been to lose such a valued member of the school. He went on to say if anyone had seen her after school they should contact the police. This went on for several minutes, all the while Dune sipped his coffee calmly.

If he admitted he'd done it then they'd have nothing to worry about. Once the talk went onto Emily being in a better place Mixie's moral conscience took over and she stood up from her chair, ignoring Ray attempts to get to sit down.

She stomped down the aisle muttering profanity. Then when she'd had quite enough she shouted "SCREW YOU REDFERN" and stormed out of the doors. That should teach him to will her to be quiet.

Soon after she heard a voice and turned around giving the glare she'd only given once before in her life. It caused her little cousin the cry to his mum although she was glaring at her grandmother.

"What the hell's your problem?" Dune asked leaning against the wall, facing her. The pink haze returned and she felt a little giddy.

"You're my problem. You just think that I'll keep you're silly secret because of this silly pink stuff." She said, getting angry.

His eyes narrowed and a predatory step towards her, and then another. "What secret?" he demanded.

"I know what you did, you went back to her."

"Back to who? Are you really alright Drache?"

"I'm fine you ungrateful pillock. Just confess to the police." She said storming off yet again.

"Confess what?" he asked walking behind her. If she turned would he run after her?

"That you killed Emily." She said still walking. She didn't know why'd she said it out load so publicly, but the rest of the school was inside.

"I didn't kill her." He stated calmly and caught her wrist wanting her to turn around.

Although it didn't work out as he'd hoped. A jolt of electricity ran up her arm giving her a tingling feeling. Her eyes widened and the giddiness took over. She fell backwards into him and felt something enter her mind.

'I didn't kill her' The voice said, sounding a lot like the English guy she hated yet had a crush on.

'Yeah right' she said sarcastically, but then she saw something had made her doubt what she'd thought all day.

Finsihed

Hope you liked it =)

Sorry if you're name's Joan.

I know who killed Emily, but who do you think it is?