Elizabeth Sazzph's Story

Elizabeth breathed in deep. The first time she was actually going to make some nice---try to make some nice conversation with other supernatural beings. She breathed in deep once again, and started to walk towards the Academy, her luggage in hand. She didn't have much, but what she could find over the past year...And the school uniform.
Elizabeth's steps were slightly sluggish, her feet nearly scraping against the pavement as she had gone forward.
"You better not screw this up..."
She had muttered to herself, remembering the crumpled piece of paper which stated her dorm room. She took it out, and sighed.
"Room 235. God help me if I have roommates."

Lucy walked shyly with her backpack on her back. Her stomach was beginning to show at the end of her first trimester, and she felt very worried about this whole child thing.

Would Lucy turn out OK?

What about the baby?

How would Lucy continue her studies?

While all these things were on Lucy's mind, she bumped a girl, one with long red hair and eyes to match her hair. Quickly snapping out of her thoughts, Lucy began to apologize, speaking fast so she could run away to hide her tears. "Oh my god I'm such a klutz! I'm so sorry!" She then began to sob as she walked away as fast as she could. Despite wanting to run, she didn't. From what she heard, she shouldn't run while being pregnant.

Ben was hungry, he realized as he lay on the grass outside the school. He had seen a girl that he did not know walking up the path to the school and wondered if she was new. He wondered what she was and where she came from. But he didn't get up to see, no, he already knew all of the people that he needed to know.

Ben's stomach growled and he arose from his resting position, sitting up and letting the soft breeze rustle through his wings. He stretched them out as he stood, cllosing his eyes and breathing in deeply. Food. That is what he needed, so he started his way back up to the dining hall, hoping that they had something out for him to eat. Ben walked past the dorms and heard a high pitched voice sob that she was sorry. He wondered what had made the voice upset and sped up his pace a bit until he stood outside of room 235. Lucy rushed by him and he nearly called after her, but decided that she would work herself out in the end. He turned back towards the dorm.

In front of him stood who he assumed was the new girl. “I see you've met Lucy, sorry she ran off, she does that sometimes," he said before he could stop himself. He supposed that she had to be informed of the situation, but why did it have to be him who informed her. Friend making was not something he particularly enjoyed.

It had been a month or so since Ciel had started her "new life", and already her ditzy personality was almost perfected. She had not been allowed to attend the school until she had been able to "calm her self down" so she would be entering the academy along with the other new students. Watching from her dorm window, she first spotted the girl who's head was on fire. No, that wasn't right; the girls head was a bright flaming red, easy to mistake from a distance. The girl seemed to examine the school before another person ran into her. She had seen this person before, from her window, of course. Ciel, in the past month, had never really left her dorm room. She shared it with nobody, at least not yet, and she had been too busy forgetting. Forgetting the terrible things she had stored in her head. She had even forgotten her birthday until it had already passed, but what was the point? She had no one to share it with anyway. But those memories were all locked up now. Ciel shook her head and focused her gaze to back outside the window. The red head was still there but the other girl was gone. Next a boy appeared. This redhead, a demon perhaps, seemed to attract many visitors, Ciel smiled to herself. The boy's features were not to be seen from the distance that separated them, but Ciel could see he had wings, like her. Her own pair flexed, the white blue feathers ruffling, a small noise, barely noticed by Ciel any longer. Ciel bit her bottom lip, now in thought. If the paper, the one that had said she was Fallen, was the truth, then she should act less like an angel and more like a demon, right? But Ciel didn't know how Fallen Angels acted at all. That was why, in the past few weeks, she had decided to compare herself with her fellow species to see if they were different. Although the only difference might be she couldn't go back to- to wherever she had come from. She didn't exactly remember. But her interest piqued and curiosity caught the better of her. She turned and headed to the door, her tinted wings folded, blue hair trailing behind her. When she got to the entrance of the school, she stayed quiet a few minutes. Then she decided it didn't matter if they saw her; she no longer had to live in fear. Her new life started now.

Here was an odd sight. An averaged sized young woman, no wait, young man wearing what looked like a gi top and hakama walked down the dorm hall, a small but official scrap of paper in hand. His name was Simon Klauve, one of the new students. As for the official paper, he hadn't opened it yet. Well, now was better than never. He broke the wax seal on the paper and read aloud. "Dear Ms. Klauve," There was obviously more to the letter than just that, but as soon as he read that bit, he screamed in pure rage. Now, Simon was usually much more... soft spoken, but this yell was loud. Very loud. "YOU BASTARDS! YOU GENDER CONFUSING DUNDER HEADS!" These words rang throughout the entire hall and most of the school. He sighed heavily after his scream of outrage, feeling quite a bit better. He continued to read the letter aloud, though much more quietly. "You dorm room is 235, located on campus. We hope you understand these are two person dorms. Please do your best not to kill your room mate." he said under his breath. Well, that was rather blunt of them. He continued walking down the hall, rather dejectedly until he came up upon the angel and the red head. New students like himself maybe? Maybe they knew where his room was located? Might as well ask. He mustered up a little courage and managed to speak. "E-Excuse me.. Would you happen to know where room 235 is?"

"E-Excuse me.. Would you happen to know where room 235 is?" A young woman, or man? asked the group. Ben looked around to see if anyone else would answer. But these people were new. He sighed.

"This is 235," he said raising an eyebrow. If you want to get to know the room numbers, well, the two stands for the second floor and this is the thirty-fifth room." He blushed, realizing that he never talked this much to anyone and had no idea what his problem was today. It most certainly had something to do with all of these new students. "Anyways, I'm going up the the dining hall, I suppose I'll see you all later." Ben left the girl and girl/boy standing there and continued his trek.

He stopped abruptly, seeing something out of the corner of his eye. There was a girl standing at the entrance to the school, she had long bluish-white hair and lightly blue tinted wings. Ben knew his girl, he was sure of it. Seeing her face brought back memories of that horrible lab, and of Sarai. He grasped the dog-tag that hung around his neck tightly. He remembered her number, Patient 3, but for the life of him could not remember her name.

Ben suddenly felt like curling up in a ball and sleeping. He rushed past the girl quickly, not wanting her to see his pain. "Sorry" he whispered as he dashed by. He didn't much feel like eating anymore, instead heading up to his room. He opened the door, only to find a boy sitting on the bed opposite to his, and a girl who he saw was Lith was standing by the door.

"Oh, uh... hi." he said.

Elizabeth made her way towards where she suspected the dorms were, only to be bumped into by a blonde girl. An immediate growl had escaped her throat. She snapped her head around to the girl, only to see her already fast walking away. Elizabeth started to take steps towards her, before she stopped herself, an remembered how she pledged she wasn't going to hurt anyone...For now.
As long as no one else bothers me...
Elizabeth thought. Suddenly, she heard a male's voice behind her. Twirling around, she was greeted by an angel.
“I see you've met Lucy, sorry she ran off, she does that sometimes,"
He had told her, most likely referring to the girl who bumped into her.
"Hmph..."
She gave a small grunt. Soon, she heard another voice...
"E-Excuse me.. Would you happen to know where room 235 is?"
A girl boy had asked. Elizabeth shrugged,
"I wouldn't know.."
The boy from earlier gave him an answer, as Elizabeth looked around to see people seemingly looking at her. She sighed quietly in frustration, and glanced over at the angel, who seemed to walk away in a rush. Shaking her head, Elizabeth started to look for her room.

He looked up at the door pointed out by the angel. "Ah, so it is. Thanks." He watched the angel walk away and frowned. He hadn't even given his name. Oh well, perhaps not the most social person? Not that he was one to judge. His nose twitched a little when he looked back to the red head. Sulfur? A demon then, and a strong one at that. Best not to get on her bad side. He pulled out the letter again and opened it, this time taking out the dorm key that had come with the letter. He turned it around in his hand once or twice before unlocking the door and walking in. It was large for a two person dorm, and suddenly he realized why. There was a third bed! Three person dorm! Not only did the faculty think him a woman, they lied about his dorm size! He would scream, but he'd already done that today. Instead he sighed and claimed a bed, laying his belongings on it as well. There wasn't much to his name. A wallet with his ID and a bus pass that'd take him anywhere in town, a wooden sword that never left his side, and.. actually that was it. Not even a change of clothes. Wait, what about his school uniform? They were supposedly provided in the dressers in their dorms. Curiously, he opened his dresser. This time he did scream. Then he began to sob. Most men would if their school expected them to wear a skirt. They really did think he was a girl! Suddenly, he realized something. If the school thought he was a girl, they'd probably give him female room mates! He blushed bright red at the prospect, grabbed his belongings, and ran out the the room. He HAD to get this straightened out!

He passed by, well more like stampeded through, a group of students he hadn't seen before on his mad dash through the hall, another red headed girl, a pale skinned one whose hair looked alot like his, and a male student who looked, well... Normal. That alone made him an oddity. Well he didn't have time to stop and chat, so he kept running, yelling as the stampeded the group "Excuse me! Sorry!" To the group, it must've looked quite odd. A young man that could've easily passed as a woman running down the hall, that appeared to have recently been crying. He kept running until he found a directory that told him where the office was. Apparently, it was on the side of campus he was just at. He growled an ran again through the hall, back through the unfamiliar group of students again saying "Sorry!", past his dorm, down the stairs and to the office.

Elizabeth made her way to the dorm room. She hesitated before she opened the door, mentally wishing her roommates aren't all giddy like all the ones she had saw earlier. Elizabeth held her breath, and slowly opened the door. She saw a girl, with long, straight black hair, and crimson eyes. She had held a rather dangerous pair of silver sharpened scissors.
Elizabeth then glanced to a oddly colored fox who was lying on a bed. She raised an eyes brow, but continued to look around. She eyed the three beds, and walked over to the one nearest to the door. She set down her luggage on the bed, and started to dig through it. She only took out her long, silvery sword. She slid her hand down the blade, reaching the hilt with a small smile spreading across her face. Glancing back at the bag, she spotted a silver necklace her Father had given to her when she was little. Elizabeth scowled, and took a quick hand from the sword to shove the necklace deeper into the bag.
If anyone got a hold of that she would probably be screwed. Elizabeth had mentally cursed herself for bringing it, and almost suddenly, her view switched back to the dark haired girl, as Elizabeth stuck out her hand to her,
"Elizabeth Sazzph. Looks like I'll be rooming with you."

Elizabeth gave a small sigh, and lowered her hand.
"I'm hungry,"
She muttered, looking up to the other girl.
"We can meet later--I am craving food."
Elizabeth was truly getting hungry, and she had all year to talk with this girl. Without waiting for a response, she rather rudely walked out of the room. She lead herself to the smell of food, and a small smile had crept upon her face, when she walking into the cafeteria. Her nose had brought her to a piece of steak...Which was already taken. Elizabeth's red eyes lead her to the face of another demon, a male, with dark hair.
She wasn't sure what to say, other than give me that steak, and she was sure most wouldn't appreciate that. She narrowed her eyes,
It's their fault if they don't like what I say.
Elizabeth thought, right before the words came rolling out, in her monotone voice.
"Give that to me."

"I was right about this place you know. The people here really are stupid. Find your own food."
Elizabeth frowned.
"I think I know when I am acting idiotic. There is no more steak, and that is what I want. Now I advise you give it to me now."
Her voice was dark, and demanding, stating that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Either way, Elizabeth certainly did not approve of being called an idiot. She glared with her deep red eyes, and expected more of a yes this time.

Aaiden didn't look up but darkness seemed to decend upon the two of them, thick and fast, seemingly isolating them from the rest of the room. Aaiden was suddenly at his feet at the speed of a single blink, face to face with her. His face was cast in harsh shadows that darkened his eyes and distorted his face to look like the demon he was. His ears elongated and narrowed into points and his teeth became sharp and vicious. His pupils shrank to points and the shaddows writhed around him like living snakes of smoke. He had the steak knife dripping with steak juices firm in his fist which trembled with anger.

"BACK THE HELL OFF!" he bellowed in her face. "The steak. Is mine. I suggest you leave before I carve you up along with it."

The male angel introduced himself as Ben blushing and stuttering the whole time. Perhaps he felt guilty for being rude, but Ciel had nearly forgotten the whole ordeal anyway. Although she felt like she was forgiving him like a friend would do, she couldn’t quite place how she knew him. So Ceil simply replied with her own name in response just as the boy with the scales walked up and tugged on Ben’s shirt. A red apple was stuck into his snake like fangs which made her smile a bit in a guilty amusement. However before Ciel, who felt bad for this boy, could assist, Simon was at his aid. “Hebi fine.” So his name was Hebi then.
Just then a dark aura settled slowly over the cafeteria. Perhaps it was just her, but it seemed as if the lights flickered for a second before returning to their usual brightness. Ciel’s back stiffened automatically and her breath hitched a bit when she saw- no felt him. The Demon’s presence was strong and stifling to Ciel, like a cloth that should have been light, but was pressing her down. Her gaze settled on a older boy with coal black hair. And his eyes. His eyes were like pools of black in, no emotion although if you looked thoroughly a cloud of hatred bloomed at the bottom.
Ciel was filled with too many emotions for any of them to actually sink in. Loathing and hate. Confusion. Fiery red hot anger. But mostly fear. Fear overtook her body, gave her a slight uncontrollable tremble. But she straightened herself out and attempted to hide the tremors. She would not look like a shaking dog while under the gaze of this inferior being. She was a divine creature of light, why should she be afraid of this lowly monster? Then a pang of loss and guilt. Was she still really a divine creature? If so, why was she allowed to despise this being?
Ciel inhaled and exhaled, two times before getting herself into a calm state. She would not lower herself to such a level where she got mad when a single man walked into the room. Then another demon walked into the cafeteria, probably lured by the revolting slabs of fat meat.
“Great,” she muttered. It had slipped out of her mouth with her unaware of it until it found her ears. The blue haired angel bit her lip, hard, and reminded herself to catch the words that she thought and spoke. Maybe if she wasn’t so weak she could go flaunting around the school, saying whatever she pleased. But no, even then she wouldn’t. Because her Angel heritage would make her feel guilty.
For now she’d have to keep her mind alert. Demons were not to be underestimated. Desperately she wished she were part of the Divine League. Then she could spread good in the world, erasing the bitter trail the monsters left in their wake.
Ceil’s train of thought was abruptly snapped in half as two dark voices carried over to her. A little ways away the demons were having a civil argument about a piece of meat. Well, as civil as demons could be. She sighed and peered around the room to make sure there was nothing extremely valuable around, although why one would keep something of value in a place meant for eating was unknown to her.
Ciel vaguely remembered a hazy memory of a small book which had detailed descriptions of the Divine one’s and her Father, God. She didn’t think of herself as a great and holy person and it was obvious that the author of the book had never seen an Angel and Demon together. These unholy creatures were giving this Angle a major headache, and a signal that told her to be ready for attack.
But Demons were hard to predict. She could not see herself as prepared at all.
(Sorry it's a bit chopped, I have to write pretty quickly because of school... :/)
9

He was glad that Hebi was happy with his apple, and now he knew the name of the angel, Ben. They seemed like good people, unlike the male demon sitting over there, eating what smelled like steak. Then the first red headed demon walked in and demanded the steak. Simon hadn't been here long, but he was pretty sure that was bad, very bad. His hackles rose as the lights flickered and dimmed, and the demon stood. Then a dark fog seemed to descend around the two of them, obscuring his sight of them, but for Simon, sight was a secondary sense. He tended to rely more heavily on sound and smell. He knew something very bad was about to happen, and while Simon wasn't usually so bold, he decided that it would be terrible if someone wound up killing another person on his first day at school. So he slipped out from behind Ciel and wove his way around the other students, through the kitchen first. To the others, he seemed to be a blur of what could be a person. He swiped up a knife, and plunged himself into the fog. He didn't need to see, he knew exactly where they were by smell. He brought the knife down and cut the steak evenly in half, though the same went for the plate, along with a bout an inch of the table. "Carved up like that, Sir demon? I don't usually but into others business, but if you want a fight, take it else where." He turned his head to the demon and opened his eyes. They looked like that of some feral animal, bright yellow and full of strange primal rage. Was it scary? Only a bit. The intent behind those eyes, however, was dead frightening.

Aaiden turned his gaze to Simon, his whole body trembling with a mixture of fury and raw dark energy. At the edge of one's hearing you could here inaudible whispering. It was impossible to discern the words or any thing but they all sounded angry, confused, frightened, and sad. Aaiden grinned almost playfully at Simon. "Well well well look what we have here someone thinks they're being a wise ass saving the damsel in distress from certain death, hmmm? You think I'd gladly give the bitch half of my food? What do I look like some kind of charity? I'd rather see it at the bottom of the TRASH!"

With one heave Aaiden grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it, sending the food flying across the floor. "Looks like I lost my appetite but.....looks like it's free grabs for you, mutt." Aaiden sneered. Rats seemed to have crawled out of unseen cracks in the wall and scuttled around Aaiden's feet and the whispering seemed to get louder and more taunting. Aaiden leaned closer to Simons face, his own still distorted in demonic wrath, his grin like the Cheshire cat's. "I know what you are, boy. I can see your wild brilliance in the dark, like a neon sign. Get on your knees and eat the steak like the filthy mutt you are." He growled hatefully in Simon's ear.

He let go of the knife and took a step back as the table flew past, his hand going to the wooden sword at his waist. "How wasteful. And rude as well. I had hoped demons at least had some idea of what manners are." His eyes became even more feral and his pupils became slits, nails turning into claws. While Simon had no wolf form, he became nearly three times as fast and equally as strong in this state. At the word mutt, his cool expression turned to one of pure feral rage.

Suddenly rats appeared at the feet of the demon in swarms, but something was off. He saw them, but they had no scent. Why? AH! Illusions! So that was this demons power. Fortunately, Simon's wolf like sense of smell allowed him to disregard the rats as the illusions they were. "I know what you are, boy. I can see your wild brilliance in the dark, like a neon sign. Get on your knees and eat the steak like the filthy mutt you are."

That did it. The pommel of the wooden blade shot out faster than any bullet, straight into the demons solar plexus. Simon growled and swung upwards, wielding the dull blade back handed, slamming the three foot piece of wood right up into the demons groin. He didn't care who this demon was, that had to hurt. From that, he stepped forward and swung at the back of his knees, toppling him and brought his foot down on the demons back. "Tricks and illusions of such... a pathetic quality will have no effect on me, I assure you. Call me a mutt again, or cause trouble in this school, and this... "Mutt" will kill you! Understand, welp?!"

Aaiden didn't know what hit him. He fought to catch his breath, his face pressed against the floor. He said nothing as shame and humiliation flooded him joining the rage that simply built up in him. This could not be. This COULD NOT be. Aaiden had never suffered a defeat such as this and it pissed him off so much it actually hurt. No. It will not go down this way. This mutt must die. I will kill him if it's the last thing I do. No one shames me like this. No one.

"Let. Me. Go." He said simply in a very calm voice. His face had gone calm, his eyes blank as if none of this had happened. "Let me go, now. I wish to rest a while in my dorm."

He twisted his foot once or twice, snarling now. "Perhaps you didn't hear me. I asked you if you understood, welp. Tell me you understand, and you can go about your unholy way!" This demon really irked him. No one calls Simon a mutt! EVER. Part of him, the human in him, told him to stop, but the wolf was awake, and ohhhh was it mad. Kill him! KILL HIM! it screamed. His grip on the wooden sword tightened and he poked the back of the demons head. "Now then. Do. You. Understand. Welp?"

"If you intend to kill me then get over it and kill me already, werewolf." Aaiden said cooly. "I hope you enjoy cleaning my blood from the floor if you do decide to kill me. The sounds of my death will ring in your head till the day you joined me in hell and mark my words it will be a reunion worth reckoning. I refuse to be shamed by you any further so either cut off my head or let me go." Aaiden was far from done with Simon. He fought with far more than just his illusions and shadows, he fought with his mind as well. He will continue to fight with this simon character, use everything that he learns from Simon. His history, his love, his fears, his limits, his morality against him. He will turn his own mind against him by the time this year is over and simon will regret the day he stepped up and invaded upon Aaiden's buisness. I'm going to make your life a living hell, Simon and I'll do it without even laying a hand upon you. He thought coldly a threat that he took deep with him and burried it, a promise he would not forget.

"Now.....Please.....Simon. I just want to be left alone for a while." Aaiden's gaze softened and looked distant, wounded even. He refused to look Simon in the eye.

After a few moments, his eyes reverted to their normal state and he removed his foot from the demons back. "I won't kill you, not now anyway. Do this again, and I'll change my mind." He walked over to the table and picked it up with one hand, putting it back in its rightful place. He wooden sword went back to his side as he picked the demon up by the back of his shirt and put him back on his feet. "Get stronger, then try again. You've only lost when you've given up. And I don't think you're the type of person to give up, are you?" He grinned at the demon like he was an old friend. "I'm Simon by the way. Sorry about your lunch." He patted the demon on the shoulder and walked away, pausing as he walked by the red haired demon. "I smelled more steaks in the back of the fridge." He looked up at the black fog still surrounding them and smirked. "This fog is not real." Just like that, the illusion shattered, leaving nothing behind. He turned to the male demon. "See you around then." With that, he walked over to the lunch line, grabbed about seven bowls of stew, five loaves of bread, and six milk cartons, sat down at a nearby table, and began to eat his lunch.