Blue's Pov
The past few days have been a little bit weird, especially at home. Lacey seems to be the one available while Robert becomes the workaholic. Maybe it's a human thing I'm yet to understand.
Sometimes i looked at Lacey and saw a clear picture of my real mother. A goddess who showered me with all the love she had inside. I loved her the same way. She was my peace, my comfort...but I did not know how to express all that to her. I wonder how she is fairing. If only my ruthless old man would give me a chance to hold her and tell her how much I love her.
I know that Siren is probably taking care of her. But he can be silly sometimes when it comes to situations like this. Right now he's probably losing his mind because we have not communicated for like an eternity. He is the worried type like mother...and when Siren is worried, he ends up doing foolish things. I wish I could tell them that I am doing great, well, apart from being tormented by the demon-like mortal at school.
"Blue... you're getting late honey" Lacey's voice echoes through my bedroom door.
I zoned out, staring at myself in the clear mirror. Thinking of my Vard family and_him.
I heave a sigh, brushing the lapels of my jacket.
"I'm coming" I fix my tie then swing my black leather bag on my right shoulder.
It smelled like burnt pancakes and eggs down stairs.
"What did you do Ma?" I lift the burnt scrambled eggs that was set for me on the table with a fork.
"Your dad left early and..." she shrugged with a nervous chuckle.
I take a look at the burnt food in front of me one more time.
Instead I grab an apple and find my way out.
"Breakfast?" Her voice echoes behind me loudly making me halt.
"An apple a day ma" with that, I leave with a small wave, shutting the door behind me.
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"Did you finish your essay on mythology?" Shane asks as her focus remains in her velvet bag. She has been searching for something for over ten minutes.
I furrow my brows, "essay? Mythology?"
Her gaze flickers on me with her palm slamping her forehead. "Oh right...silly me." She pulls out a file from her bag and settles it on her desk. Finally, her full attention falls on me.
"We were given this essay a month ago by Mrs Penelope, our mythology teacher. Unfortunately she had a slight accident and she was given a leave."
"and?"
"she's coming back today"
Mrs Penelope.
Sounds like a wicked animation teacher.
I sink in my seat lazily with my gaze fixed outside the window.
He's quiet today. Painfully silent.
I don't know why but it's making me feel uneasy.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly changes.
I realize the mid aged woman entering the room, her blond hair tied into a neat high bun. She was clad in a grey suit.
Her thin lensed glasses were as clear as the air. The red color on her plump lips looked like danger. Her steps were commanding and her presence had heavy weight ignited on it.
"Morning class" her voice cracked the silent tension as a chorus of "good morning" followed.
I expected a little speech of reunion from her but...
"I'll ask some of you to step Infront and present their essay to the whole class" she paused then continued, "it's been a month so if you have no essay, I won't bother deducting your end of semester scores."
Nervous movements filled the room as the sound of papers being flipped echoed.
"Grey, I'll start with you" She says after scanning the room for a moment.
He proudly walked to the front with a thin book clasped In his hands. Each step he took held confidence.
"Tsk" Shane rolled as she watched him.
When he was facing the class comfortably, he opened his book and quietly examined it silently. Everyone was quiet, waiting for him to break the silence.
He exhaled sharply, closing the book. His eyes lingered on everyone then...
"Vard gods, "
Those two words made my inner organs stiff, my intestines tight. My posture straightened as the grip on my pen
tightened.
My gaze stiffened on him as his silence made every part of my body itch.
"We all know what history says about them, powerful, untouchable, highly esteemed and all that bullshit"
Bullshit???
"But It's all crap! A fucking lie! " His expression is calm, but his voice is full of rage that I can feel it.
What does he mean by that?!
"The war that happened centuries ago was all started by them but covered their fuckin' mess with the demons' name!
I am not defending the demons_ for the record. Just stating a fact. If you have read the mythology history books you'll see how evil 'vard gods can be' . "
Murmurs start rising like the sound of angry bees as people nodded in agreement.
My breath becomes heavy_anger rising in my chest. I could feel blood boiling in my veins. What does a mere human know about gods?! I myself I've never had such crap in my life. War? What freaking war is he talking about?
Indeed humans are something else.
I swear if I had my power right now this guy would be in pure ashes begging for mercy. The rage in me grows every second as I watch his annoying smirk grow.
"Stealing another god's wife?... killing and destroying a whole fucking realm just bec__"
Shane bangs her desk with her first drawing everyone's attention, including mine.
"What the fuck are you blabbering about proud head?!"
Grey narrows his eyes, his annoying smirk accompanying.
"The Vard fans..." He sighs, shaking his head as giggles followed. But that didn't stop Shane.
"Stop your gibberish if you don't know anything and sit that ass down!" Her jaw clenches, her gaze sharp and unmoving.
"Gibberish?huh.." Grey's calm posture remains as he paces back and forth.
"How do you know it's gibberish and you were not there?"
"And how do you know it's not gibberish when you were not there!" She snaps back angrily. Her fists clutched her skirt angrily.
I think she is less annoying now. I hold back the tiny smile that wants to pop out from me.
Yeah...what does he know if he wasn't there?
I did not have any idea that mortals had a subject about us.
Mythology.
The teacher steps in front announcing her presence again.
"Okay.. that's enough. Take your seat Shane and Grey.. thank you for your__presentation, I guess.."
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The bell rang and students started moving.
I remained glued to my seat as I stared at Shane. She was arranging her books and shoving some things inside her bag.
The anger on her face was visible and the silent gesture made it worse. It was kind of cute.
"You are really mad, aren't you" I state as I also pack my things.
She stops and looks at me. "Look who's starting the conversation today" her grin is mischievous and it makes me release a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Shouldn't have asked" I mutter to myself but she hears.
"Well yeah... I'm annoyed. How dare he talk about the Vards like that?!" She doesn't notice her loud voice is getting some attention but I don't mind this time.
"I study more about them than he does...and my books are not fake. I wonder where he got that crap from" she shakes her head in disappointment as she returns to pack her things.
I smile a bit but it fades before she spots it.
"Why do you like studying about them?"
"Coz they are the best and strongest, duh! Their power is different from the rest...oh, plus they have insane looks!" She squeaks like a lovesick girl.
I halt, "Have you ever seen one?"
"No..the book describes them. And my favorite was the Lerein Vard.." Her chats about my ancestors started and I regret asking that question.
"But I wonder how Areane Vard is like...the books end when he's born" she finishes with a sigh. Thank the heavens.
But I wonder who wrote all those books.
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Today Robert is not picking me up. Apparently his shift in the restraunt is extended on Friday. Lacey will not be available this whole weekend and the reason is a mystery I have no interest in knowing.
Shane is silent as she walks besides me. She has learned how to not disrupt my thoughts sometimes. We halt to a stop when Pen, Grey's, doll stands in front of us with a wide smile on her face. Beside her is a tall blond girl who always sticks beside her like a loyal dog.
"Get out of the way plastic" Shane snaps with a sharp glare that unmoved Pen.
She completely ignores Shane's existence as she stares at me.
This is so uncomfortable.
"There's a party at my place this Saturday. And I was wondering if you'd come."
"No thanks" I start moving away but then she jumps Infront of me again.
"You can bring her too then" her voice is eager, her stare fixed on me.
I remain silent as I spare her no glance. I continue moving forward with Shane keeping up with my steps. I can hear her cursing words at Pen, who ignores her completely.
"It's Grey's birthday, and he also wants you there"
That one statement that has his name in it makes me pause in my tracks.
"Then why isn't it at his place?" Shane asks as if trying to understand something that doesn't make sense at all.
She has a point.
Pen doesn't answer Shane's question.
"Think about it" with that, she waves a goodbye and walks away.
"Might be Grey's trap" Shane says after a long silence with a light shrug.
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The rest of the walk down the street was quiet. Shane had picked a taxi, leaving me alone the rest of the way.
I kept thinking about Pen's words..
He also wants you there.
But Shane is right. It's a trap. He just wants to crush me to his satisfaction. Plus, I'm not a party person, not as an immortal and not as a mortal.
I feel something strange around me. Something watching me.
I have always felt it since the first day I was thrown here.
But today it feels heavier. My mindset always tells me it's my old man keeping an eye...but it doesn't feel like it. This feels like a pair of dangerous eyes. Eyes from something dangerous.
Sometimes it makes it hard for me to breathe. Each breath struggles to come out like I'm on the verge of death.
Maybe it's because of the humans?
That's a good reason. Maybe I will just adjust sooner or later and be comfortable...I think.
But is this how it's supposed to feel?
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The first thing I do when I reach home was to take gulps of water like a maniac who has been stuck in the desert for decades. My throat is still dry with every quench I take.
What the fuck?
I throw myself lazily on the couch like a sack of potatoes and relax my body. Finally, two whole days of peace and quiet_away from the scary humans and him.
My eyelids start getting heavy as I get lost in my thoughts.
I'll sleep a little then take a shower when I wake up.
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It's 10pm, no one's home yet. Maybe there's a lot to do at work.
I decide to go to bed after a warm shower and a cup of milk.
Again...I see shadows passing by outside my window.
This time I don't bother to look because it will just be in vain. The only thing left to do is assume them and close my eyes until I fall asleep completely.
At least that's what I try to do before my door creaks open ominously.
And that presence doesn't feel like Lacey's and Robert's. But something deep, dangerous with the smell of pure blood is here, inside my room.