Page 2 of Black Onyx
Coming my way is an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous demon. That alone almost has me stopping in my tracks. My reaction to men is never this instant, but I challenge anyone not to want him. His black as night hair is streaked with purple and navy blue. He’s built like a tank, muscles upon gorgeous muscles all wrapped in tinted dark purple skin. He has two black as night horns perched on his head, and I can just see the tops of black wings peaking over his shoulders.
Suddenly, a flash of a different demon with wings skitters across my mind and sours my mood. I forcibly push it away—different demon, this is a different demon.
This demon stomps towards me, cursing under his breath. His head snaps up as soon as he hears my approach, and his already scowling face darkens further; when I meet his eyes, I have to admit they are pretty a mix of black and blue, but some of their beauty is quickly diminished by the utter lack of emotions in their depths.
He has his emotions locked down tight.
He sneers as he very obviously studies me, scoffing when he sees my two bags and crossing his arms over his broad chest as he stops in the middle of the hallway. I pause in my advance, wanting to get this shit over with, and I know just from his demeanour that whatever comes out of his mouth next will be a whole bunch of shit.
“Typical spoiled princess.” He jeers, and I simply raise my eyebrow, waiting for the rest of the insult. “You do realise that this is a training academy, not a fashion show? So you won’t need that many bags of clothes.” He taunts, wrongly assuming that all of the bags are full of clothes.
My anger starts to rise. I have anger issues, hardly surprising with my upbringing.
“But then again, you only got in because of who your daddy is, isn’t that right, Farren? I feel fucking sorry for whatever team ends up with you. You’ll get them all killed with your inexperience.” He spits.
My blood boils in my veins. Spoiled! I fucking wish, as if that man would do anything that would benefit me in any way. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop and my Father to issue some sort of order that would make him allowing me to be here make more sense. He is right about one thing, though. I will most likely get my team killed, but not because of my lack of experience. I have more experience than any of the elitist idiots that attend this Academy could ever hope to have from sheer experience alone. No, I’ll get them killed because of who is after me. They’ll get caught in the crossfire if I’m not careful, and there isn't anything I can do to change that. It's just the way it is.
I’m not surprised he knows my name. As I said, my Father is powerful, and he’s been meticulous about how he portrays me. I am the shy, politely spoken, spoiled and pampered daughter of a powerful man to the Fae world. One that he likes to keep out of the spotlight as much as possible, for my own safety.
“Problem dickhead?” I growl, my voice husky from disuse. My teal and black eyes are no doubt flashing with rage.
Shock ever so briefly crosses his eyes at my lack of fear of him, but he shutters his emotions quickly.
“You won’t last the week. You haven’t got daddy to protect you here.” He scoffs, no genuine emotion showing anywhere on his stoic face.
I can’t help the loud laugh that escapes me. That fucking man has never protected me.
This time, his entire face shows his shock for a fraction of a second before he once again locks it down. I feel grim satisfaction that I managed to get him to react like that.
“Fuck you,” I snarl as I barge past him.
His laughter follows me down the hall. I’m generally not this easily riled up; I can't be not in my line of work. That would mean a death sentence for me, but something about that fucking prick just rubs me the wrong fucking way.
I take a deep breath as I get to the Headmaster’s door, trying to find my calm before I enter. I knock on the door, and it opens to reveal a man in his mid to late forties, considering supernaturals age a lot slower than humans, that makes him ancient.
Judging from the flash of fang, I’m guessing he’s a vampire.
“Ah, Farren, come on in.” He smiles, gesturing for me to go ahead of him.
“After you.” I smile in return, hoping it doesn’t look as forced as it is. I never let supernaturals I don’t know walk behind me if I can help it.
He walks ahead of me and behind his desk, gesturing for me to take a seat.
“Now, we expect you to pull your weight here.” He starts obviously thinking the same as the dickhead in the hallway that I have no training at all and no willingness to train. I chose to stay silent. Let him think what he wants. He’ll soon see differently. “Your Uncle has vouched for you, but, was fairly vague about your affinities?” He asks.
“Air manipulation and force fields,” I reply with a bored note to my voice that I can't help as I name my two more common affinities.
No one needs to know about my affinity with the Void. Not only is it rare as hell, only one person who I know of has it, and he is currently studying at the Blood moon academy. His Void gift works considerably differently from mine. I can use it in ways that I’m not supposed to, ways that no one has been able to use it, and I’ve done the research. My Father has an extensive library of books. Ones that are incredibly rare, and he probably shouldn’t have. I have spent hours there, poring over any fucking book that mentions the Void, people who have the gift, and what they could do with it. Nowhere did I find anything that was even close to what I can do with it.
“Impressive. Just so we are on the same page, we will not be giving you any special treatment because of who your Father is.” He tells me, and I nod as I silently seethe inside.
All this judgement of me before I’ve even had a chance to prove them differently makes me want to prove all these mother fuckers wrong. I mean, I am stuck here for the next few years at least. So I may as well make it worth my time.
“In your room, you will have a rule book. I suggest you read it. I’m just getting your schedule printed and sent to my assistant, who will bring it in when we’re done. I feel I must warn you, this place is not for the faint of heart. Everyone here is looking to be the best of the best, and if you show a sign of weakness, they’re going to take you down like the predators they are. I suggest you find someone to give you the basics in fighting techniques as soon as possible.” He warns, and once again, I nod.
Magnus is head of combat here, and I find it interesting that he’s assuming that he hasn’t trained me.
It's starting to become amusing just how much they’ve all underestimated me. It also pisses me the fuck off. I notice that he didn’t offer to train me or find someone to give me the basics. When it comes down to it, although people fear my Father and the power he wields, they also hate him, which will affect how people treat me, especially since they all think I’m some weak, spoiled princess, which couldn’t be further from the truth.
