Algatha Rehab Center

Collin was snapped out if his thoughts as the smell of blood flew into his nose. The burning in his throat began to increase.
His eyes fluttered slightly as his eyes turned to a black color.
Collin gripped the chair tightly.
"Can I be excused?" Collin uttered the words before he jumped out of his chair and ran outside. Most probably saw him there and gone the next, thanks to his vampire speed.
Collin breathed in the outside air, he sighed. He could still feel the burning in his throat and he guessed his eyes were still black.
I need to see the headmaster. The burning in Collins throat didnt die down as he headed towards the head masters office.

Tesella

Tesella smiled suddenly. The other witch wanted to become a Master Sorceress....that was...ambitious of her.

"Well i cant let one of my own ind out do me can i? You want sharing? Okay, ill share. Hi I'm Tesella Yoshi Venzera I'm eight teen and i practiced black magic for 4 years." Tes suddenly got serious, her hair fell forward in her face and her eyes darkened.

"This may not be a big thing to any of you, but maybe Rayen will understand....." Tes hesitated then smiled a empty smile. Memories flooded her.

"It has darkened my soul, it is now an addiction...." She paused once again and shivered as the air became charged with her power, though it was unintentional. It had all started after her mothers deaths....her first spell had been one of the worst...she had tried to bring them back....and when that hadn't worked she had cast spell after dark spell to terminate the men who had murdered her parents....

"The death and destruction that comes with every spell is intoxicating....almost as if it calls to my darker side....its seductive." Tesella said trailing off. She took a deep shaky breath and tried to rein in the extra power flowing in the air around her....suddenly she looked up and smiled.

"Sorry bout that...happens sometimes...." She said with a smile

Jonathan watched as the vampire student suddenly stood up, excused himself and rushed out of the room. He frowned. Chattering commenced, and Miss Fieldings confronted one of the girls on, apparently, having caused Collin's hasty departure. There was more happening than met the eye, and Jonathan felt handicapped with no superpowers other than his strength. He gazed out the window for a moment. It seemed as if Miss Fieldings had things under control in there. Jonathan gave her a meaningful nod, as if saying, "I'll take care of it", and headed for the door to follow Collin.

As soon as he stepped out of the therapy room, he shook his head, rubbing his forehead. They were just kids after all. Kids with superpowers. And some of them still acted like it. He remembered when he had been like them - worse, even. Not everybody had come out unscathed from his own youthful escapades. The mental image of a boy so badly beaten he had to go into intensive care, popped up in his head. He had been a violent boy back then - a violent boy with dangerous powers. He had learnt to master and control the power - and his own temperament - by himself, to be able to survive, but it hadn't been easy. That was why these young people were at the rehab to learn the same thing.

They had to be able to control their powers, or the society out there would put them down like mad dogs.

He walked along the corridor, hands in his pockets, searching for the young vampire. His feet in time led him onto an intercepting course with the boy, who seemed to be on his way to the Headmaster's Office, and he nodded just once to him in greeting, as their eyes met.

"You okay?"

Collin's head snapped over to where the voice had come from

"You okay?" The words came out of the man's mouth yet the words didnt register with Collin at first.

The man's beating pulse hypnotized Collin, unaware of what he was doing he slowly walked over to the man. The burning in his throat increasing with every step. His eyes did not meet with the man's only his neck pulse. Just a little bite won't hurt him, he won't even feel it. The thoughts filled his head as got closer.

Collin stopped abruptly a few feet away from Jonathan.

"I-I'm sor..sorry Mr.Hunter..uh..what did you ask." Collin couldn't bring himself to looks at Jonathan, too ashamed at what he had been thinking.

Jonathan could feel the boy's bloodthirst. On the outside he seemed relaxed, but in truth every muscle in his body was ready for an attack. Then, the boy suddenly regained his composure, and mumbled: "I-I'm sor..sorry Mr.Hunter..uh..what did you ask." Jonathan relaxed, and offered a hint of the tiniest, wry smile.

"Good job." He said. In a sudden act of friendliness, he patted the young man on the shoulder. "This place is no prison. No rehabilitation center...not to get you off drugs or alcohol. It's a school. Everyone here has powers. Dangerous and difficult to control. Yours is bloodthirst." He ignored the no-smoking signs on the walls, and suddenly brought out a lighter, lighting the cigarette that had been resting in his mouth for a while. He took a breath on it, and then added thoughtfully:

"You learn to control, suppress, hide the bloodthirst." He frowned, adding: "You suppressed it here, just now. That's a big step. A good step. Next time, you'll suppress it quicker. One day, nobody will be able to tell at all. But don't be ashamed of it. This is why you're here. Everybody here has a power. It's not some shameful secret you need to hide. It's a power, not weakness. Strength." He added with a wry smile.

He took a few quick breaths on the cigarette before he tossed it to the ground and stepped on it, looking back at Collin as he asked: "Do you want to go back? Or do you want to go see the headmaster?"

"You know it's really rude to interrupt,“ I could hear Khael's words ringing in my head. Don't pick a fight don't pick a fight...
"some day you'll run off that filthy mouth of yours to the wrong person and they'll decide you don't need to live any more. And you'll be dead and won't have to worry about your pathetic life."

Immediately my head whipped around to face Khael. If looks could kill, the Khael would have just died about thirty times just from me narrowing my eyes . I honestly thought if I gripped the arms of the chair any harder, they might small off. I looked away from her again, and my anger seemed to boil inside of me. A tingling sensation climbed its way up my fingers and spread across my hands. Wearily I took them of the arms off the chair and shoved them into my pockets.

I could barely hear anything over the ringing of my ears. When Miss Fieldings said we could go, I stood up quickly, and unintentionally, the chair launched backwards in a blast of air and slammed into the wall. My hands were balled into fists as I left the room, my anger pounding in my skull like a headache. I didn't know what to go know. Was it time for any classes? I looked at a clock and tried to remember if it was.

(OOC: sorry this post is a bit late, one of my family members from Florida came up and we were having a party of sorts and then she along with all my other younger cousins had to sleep over my house. It's been rather difficult to post.)

Blake quickly stood up. However, he was the last to leave. He noted to Ms. Fieldings, before he left "You know, it would be nice if they at least appreciated you trying to help them...". He then went to the door, and added "At least they have a chance for this to work for them...I appreciate the attempt, but I don't like to work at something I know wont help, whether I appreciate it or not...."

With that, he left. Blake left for the gardens. He just needed time to think. To clear his head. He couldnt even remember his nightmare, but he felt like shit from it.

(Sorry for the short crappy post. I was trying to hint to try and get him to talk, but apparently no one got it. >.>. And the delay in posting was because I was fairly busy with stuff)

Ali stayed sitting watching as people left the therapy room, he looked to Rose and spoke " I don't wish to talk about..any part of my past around....these people...I want to keep my past..in the past" he spoke softly his aggressive demeanour seeming to fade briefly. He shook his head slightly growling at himself for being so weak standing up he walked slowly out of the room trying to follow a scent to where he was meant to be if not he could find Jonathan since he seemed to be his escort.

He thought about the idea of having an escort and it angered him, growling loudly he clenched his fists tightly. He did not need an escort he had no need for one everybody else needed protection from him. His eyes narrowed as he sniffed for a scent anything to hurt and kill. He wouldn't need the wolfs body it had taken over his mind.

Khael

Khael jumped up out of her seat, grinning. She had obviously made the girl mad. Not mad mad enough to attack, though. That was good. She didn't want to deal with a petty fight at the moment. There were more important things to do, like see if she could get out of here. Maybe Collin would be willing to lend a hand. He was the only one she had interacted with in a non-negative way and she needed to get rid of him, anyhow. It would work out perfectly. She nodded to herself.

She walked out of the room, her steps bouncy but light. What was next? She wasn't sure. She thought it was time for a class or something. What did she have? It was like some sort of math or geography or something. She scoffed to herself as she made a beeline back to her room. Classes were boring. She didn't have need of such 'human' things. It was pointless. She never planned on integrating herself in with the mortals so why learn their knowledge?

I shook my head, and kept walking through the halls. I dont think i have any classes right now... Actually the only class i really seem to show up to is gym...

My hands were still fists in my pockets. "Those little witches are lucky they have some one to teach them. I'll probably be stuck here my whole life..." i grumbled to myself asi wandered the halls. My mind seemed to be clouded by everything that has been going on. And Khael...

Just thinking about her made my tempurature flare up. The tingling in my hands spreaded up to my arms. Stop thinking about it. Remove your source of anger and you have nothing left to be angry about. Those words... I knew I had never said them myself, someone told me. But I can't remember who...

I tried to clear my mind, but everything was foggy. "I need some fresh air..." i muttered and walked towards the gardens.
"If only they had a pool of some sort, then i would always be in a much better mood..." i said to myself. As I approached the door, i pushed it open and immediatly took a deep breath through my nose. I jogged outside, through the flowers and bushes and the paths. I looked at i majestic oak, basking in its vastness. The wind seemed to whisper to me as it flowed through the branches of the tree, and some leaves fluttered down at my feet. Walking up to the trunk, i ran my fingers down the side, and looked strait up it.

I small smile creased my lips. "Looks like i have something fun to do, finally," i smirked. Sure I'm not a big fan of heights, but I've always loved trees. I placed my foot on a low knot sticking out of the tree, and began my climb. I was like a squirrel with blonde hair. I didnt even make sure that every branch I stepped on was safe. I found every knot, crook, and hole i could put my foot in.

After about ten minutes, i made it all the way to the top. I found a sturdy looking branch, and scooted as far as i could before the branch started bending. A small gasp escaped my lips before i could stop it. Everything was in my view.
"Oh wow!" i laughed looking around, my eyes sparkling.

"You know, it would be nice if they at least appreciated you trying to help them...". He then went to the door, and added "At least they have a chance for this to work for them...I appreciate the attempt, but I don't like to work at something I know wont help, whether I appreciate it or not...." Tes smiled and shook her head as she listened from the doorway.

“What matters is to live in the present, live now, for every moment is now. It is your thoughts and acts of the moment that create your future. The outline of your future path already exists, for you created its pattern by your past.” Tesella said with a smile. She looked at Blake and hesitated for a second before she followed him out to the garden.

“….do you want to take a walk?” she asked just hoping to connect with someone in the group. She was so tired of being alone.

Rose wasn't sure whether she had actually achieved something with today's session, but she hoped that some of the students would open up, if only a tiny little bit. She put away her notebook and got up from behind her desk. She still had some time to spare, there were no classes she had to give this afternoon. Her mind wandered to the two witches she had invited to her office, and she wondered whether they would actually show up.

She left the therapy room and made her way to her office. After all, she had no one to meet up with amongst the mentors. Those people were just as rude to her as they were to their students. She figured they should all have been fired a long time ago. Perhaps they would have been, had the students not made it necessary for so many staff members to be around at all times.

Once she arrived in her room, she sat down in her large armchair and closed her eyes. Perhaps she could catch a little more sleep, make up for the lost hours of the night. And sure enough, she soon felt the comforting waves of sleep wash over her.

I sat at the top of the tree, looking over the puny world below me. At one point, I leaned forwards and lied on my stomach on the branch, my feet in the air. My eyes were shut, and a small smile was on my face. My eyes snapped open as a song crossed my mind. Something seemed to influence my voice. Before I could stop myself, I was singing.

No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave,
no matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe,
No matter how many nights that you'd lie wide awake to the sound of poison rain,
where did you go?
where did you go?
where did you go?
As the days go by, the nights on fire,
Tell me would you kill, to save a life,
tell me would you kill, to prove your right.
Crash crash burn!
Let it all burn!
this hurricane's chasing us all under ground.

No matter how many deaths that i die i will never forget,
no matter how many lives that i live i will never regret,
There is a fire inside of this heart and a riot's about to explode into flames!
Where is your God?
Where is your God?
Where is your God...

As I finighed the part of the song, i rested my head on my hands, and hummed the chorus in my head, suddenly in a good mood.

(here is the song she was singing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdJDPepGOAM )

Jonathan nodded and watched as Collin wandered off, a hint of a smile on his lips for once. A good kid, that one. Hopefully they would be able to help him. It was moments like this that reminded Jonathan why he had left South Africa to work here. He shook his head with a slight chuckle, and made his way towards the exit. It was a nice day outside, and he decided he'd catch a few minutes of rays before going inside again for his next class, or whatever else was on his schedule.

Outside, a couple of the students from therapy were walking around. Jonathan offered them a nod before he sat down on the stairs, leaning his back against the wall. He took a deep breath of fresh air, and at the same time tossed the burnt out cigarette away. Then he closed his eyes, and exhaled.

His mind grew cloudy, and soon, he drifted off into sleep, unintentionally so, guided into it by the warmth of the sun's rays on his face...

Rose couldn't quite find any rest in her room. She got up, scribbled a note reading she could be found in the gardens, and started walking. She figured the young witches would be able to find her outside when the time was ready. As she walked through the corridors, the other mentors looked at her with a strange glimmer in their eyes, as if they knew she planned to teach magic to students. Well, even if they did know, they couldn't do anything to stop her. Rose prouded herself on being one of the most powerful mentors in the center. She just hoped that was actually true.

Once outside, she sat down on a bench from where she could oversee the grounds. A young student in a tree, a mentor napping on the stairs, little groups of students sitting in the grass with their books, mentors overseeing everything. And sitting there, her mind finally grew calm.

I lied on the branch on my stomach, head resting on my hands. My eyes were closed and a small smile was creasing my lips. My foot twitched and I hummed with my mouth shut.

After a while, I dozed off. My breathing was steady and even, calm as it ever was. But, I am a restless sleeper. I rolled over, yawning, believeing I was in my bed.

I was jerked awake to the sound of wind whistling in my ears and the ground flying at me at an amazing speed. I yelped and paniced. I clenched both my fists, and slammed them together in the direction of the ground. A sudden gust of air launched me upwards, and I crashed my way through all the branches grunting painfully. I went much higher then the tree's highest branch, so what I did kind of had a reverse effect. A small whimper rang through the air as I began to plummet again. You know you can do this. Come on. Concentrate.

I moved my hands in quick motions, and the air swirled around me. I was caccooned in a mini whirlwind. I need to land somewhere where I wont die. I cant keep this up much longer! Immediatly, I pinpointed a place to land. I angled myself in the direction of the pond. About twenty feet above it, the whirlwind vanished, and I dropped with a loud splash into the pond.

Rose had seen the events that had taken place, and moved towards the pont as Emily fell. Immediately after the splash, she grabbed the girl by her collar and pulled her out of the water. "Well, Miss Tiden. I believe that was not the most fortunate place to fall asleep, was it now? You should go inside and change into some dry clothes. And perhaps you could refrain from falling asleep in trees from now on, just to save all of us the shock?"

And with those words, Rose wandered back to the bench she came from. Many of the mentors were amazed by the speed with which she had reached the pond, especially now she was walking back with the speed that one would expect of someone her age. Once she had reached the bench, she sat down again, as if nothing had ever happened.

When I hit the water, I landed on my back. I gasped under water, and inhaled some. But I was grabbed and yanked out by my collar, and just allowed myself to be pulled out, my entire body limp. When Miss Fieldings dropped me, I landed on my butt, and coughed up some water. I was shivering, and watched as she walked away. "I di... didn't n... need your...r help!" I said, stuttering. I stood up, and wrapped my arms around myself. My clothes stuck to my body uncomfortably, and I was dripping as I approached the way back inside. I could hear some other students laughing. Why would they laugh? Its not funny for me...