Daughter of Death

Chapter 3

Nico leaves me at the door of the next class, and I'm left staring helplessly after him.

The normal sound of souls invade my ears as soon as he's gone.

But there is something odd about it. They are quiet. A nervous murmur of hushed warning tones.

I see my reflection in a window as my eyes dilate.

I meet golden orbs as I step into the classroom by myself, and a smile pulls my lips back over my teeth.

Clarise has told me that it's very scary when I smile like this.

I hand my slip of paper to the teacher without removing my gaze from his.

He tells me in a distant voice to sit next to 'Mr. Cullen'.

I slump into the chair next to the penny haired boy and start humming under my breath to a tune that pops into my head.

I start doodling in my notebook as the boy continues to stare at me.

"Hello," he says in an almost forced polite voice. "I'm Edward Cullen."

No, not Cullen, that's not your name. "You don't belong here."

"Excuse me?" He asks in surprise.

"Daddy won't be pleased," I murmur. I continue to hum the little tune as words start unraveling.

"What?"

I giggle at his confused expression and throw my head back with a sigh.

Where did the teacher go?

My mind is fogged with the seduction of death. It vibrates my nervousness system like euphoria.

"You think I'm nuts," I comment.

A smile presses on his lips but he keeps them carefully covering his teeth.

"Maybe just a little."

"I am. Crazy. But I'm not."

"What does that mean?" He tilts his head.

Where did the teacher go? He was just here...

"It means exactly what I said. I'm not normally crazy; not unless something big is around. Or when I'm around people." I sigh. "I wish Nico were here."

"Your brother?"

"Yes."

"You seem...very close." He says, eyes watching me closely.

"Yes. He is the only thing that keeps me sane out here in the land of the living."

"Land of the living?" He asks.

I look around the room at all the people, and their screaming souls are like a background noise around this silence. Edward is... intoxicating. He numbs everything around him in comparison to his silence. No, I cannot hear his soul, but it is so clearly trapped and in pain.

"What are you humming?" He asks, and it is all the prompt I need to start singing the little tune out loud.

"Death is lurking in the air

A sweet intoxication

You are cursed eternally

Your soul cries out to me

In this place you will find

An end to it all you see

Death will find you eventually

taking you and your family

The red eyed demon

Stealing souls that aren't yours

A thirst that can not be ignored

A burn like fire, a chance you won't get

For the blood of the victims you take

Escapers of death

You may run very fast

But there's no place to hide

But do not fear

The jury is just

For you did not choose this life

Death is lurking in the air

Your end is coming near

Try to run and he will follow

You will not cheat him again."

He is silent for a while as the teacher enters the room finally.

"You can't run from the inevitable Edward Mason. Death comes to all and punishment is dealt to those who try to cheat it. Death is coming for you."

His eyes are wide, and they darken to a black as he stares at me.

He is frozen like that, not even listening when the teacher calls on him for an answer.

Time passes, and I hum my little tune.

Finally, he breaks the bubble of silence around us.

"What are you?"

"You have meet me, or a form of me. A long time ago as your heart stopped beating. I suppose technically you met Thantos. Uncle doesn't like it when I take his credit, but I wonder why he didn't take you." I muse and the bell rings.

A head of black hair appears at the door, shifting uneasily when he sees my new friend.

I grin and launch myself at him happily.

"Brother!"

He smiles at me and pats my head. "Are you ready for gym?"

"Sure!" I start to hum my song as we walk away, ignoring the wide-eyed stares from behind.

….

"Do you know what they are?" Nico asks as he dribbles a basketball.

"I'm not sure but they are defiantly dead. Their lifeline is completely severed." We are silent again as he shoots and makes a basket. "I think they are immortal in some way."

"So they can't die?"

"No, they're already dead." My eyes move to the small pixy-like girl boredly shoot hoops.

But the strange thing is, is that her eyes are wide, and her head is slightly tilted in our direction as if...

"It's not nice to eavesdrop Mary Alice." Nico pauses to look at me and the ball the girl had just thrown bounces off the rim.

She whirls to face me so fast that it's a blur.

"Ah, so you can hear me. Brother, they have super hearing."

"Cool." He says.

Mary Alice starts walking over almost hesitantly.

"Hello," she says.

"Hmm." I sigh, closing my eyes to let her aura deep into me. "You are different than Edward."

"So, she not like him?" Nico shifts uneasily.

"Of course she is- just smell her; she reeks of death. It's her soul that is different."

Alice seems to look offended. "Well you don't smell so lively yourself."

I smile slightly. "I know. A good smell is it not? Smells of home... Nico I want to go home."

"I know," he takes my hand carefully, "but we have our orders."

I turn back to the Mary Alice girl with a sigh.

"Before you died, you can't remember, can you?"

"Do you... Do you know who I am?" She asks, something like hope shining in her eyes.

"I know all of the dead. You are Mary Alice Brandon. You are from Biloxi Mississippi and you died long ago."

"How did I die?"

"I don't know that. I know your name and where you are from, no more."

"Thank you." She says so strongly that I have to blink a few times to comprehend it.

"Sure." My eyes run around the room automatically, searching.

Why do the teachers keep disappearing?

"You were a favorite with our cousin. Nico, have you guessed yet?"

He regards her, and she shifts.

"One of us?"

I nod happily. "The big ball of gas himself."

"Nice." He comments.

"Very. She is gifted." I catch the basketball as he tosses it to me and shoot it. It goes in without a problem.

"What are you talking about?"

"Hmm," I hum going to retrieve the ball, not entirely knowing myself how I know all the things I know, or what it is exactly I know. Words just sometimes flow out of my mouth without thought, and I don't even know the information until it comes out of my mouth.

The bell rings as I make my way back, so I just hand it to a stunned Alice.

A/N: Well, here's a little treat. I am not picking this back up quite yet, I just happen to have this little bit that I can share.

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~Silver~