Charlie Gyid 2 by Anysia Eaton (big ebook reader .txt) 📖

to Brad and shook his hand while saying “Good luck. Don’t take it personally when we win”
“Don’t worry, I won’t when we win” he replied pulling his hand back.
“We’ll see” I sneered jokingly.
He leaned in close and whispered into my ear “I love it when you’re like this”
“You are so going to die after this” I hissed to him playfully.
“I’m looking forward to it” he laughed.
I leaned in to kiss him. I couldn’t help it, I smiled and then pulled back and shouted to my group “Alright, let’s go and recruit”
“Hey” shouted Brad grabbing me and pulling me towards him, He locked his lips with mine.
“It’s interesting how if I make it look like I’m going to kiss you and then don’t, you kiss me” I laughed as he pulled back reminiscing from the time he had done it to me.
He chuckled and then turned to his group. I rounded my group up and headed out before they could get out the door. We split up. Lucy and Callum headed up to the intermediate classes while me, Sam and Elle headed for the beginner stages.
It wasn’t hard to convince the beginner students. They were buzzing at the chance regardless of what I had told them the day before – to not break too easily. There were four beginner classes. I tackled one – where every single student wanted to join our team – while Elle and Sam tackled two of the others. I then moved onto the final classroom where Brad was trying to convince people to join his. I just walked in as he said “You know you want to join us”
“or you could join us” I said to the class.
He turned to face me. We were both in the potions room. I could see Jeff in the corner trying to suppress a snigger. Trying. Brad and I starred at each other with fake menacing stars. Both of us tried to fight the temptation to break into a smile.
“Ok, simple way to do this. If you wish to join the red team, step over to the left, if you want to join the blue team, step over to the right” Jeff said, unbiased from the back of the class.
The class split into two, uneven groups. There were twice as many on the right hand side as on the left. I tapped Brad on the shoulder in a supportive way and whispered to him playfully “What were you saying about winning”
“Let’s wait and see what the hunters do before you go casting your winners vote.” He laughed back.
We went straight into drawing the lines on the student faces. All the beginners were now Vampires. I had a quick glance around the room to see some else from our year setting up their activity. I walked over to them and asked “What was your underworld creature?”
Brad had followed me and was standing slightly behind me on my left.
“We got the shape shifters so we built these. We saw them on a tour of the human world. You can twist any part of this block and you can create a new creature.” Explained one of them. They were both boys so I was surprised when I saw the different drawings on them.
It was three pillars. But the pillars where split into three different box like things which had the picture of either a head, on the top one; body, the middle; and legs, on the bottom. You spin them around until you find a perfect match or you make up a completely new creature. I had a go.
I gave my creature a pig’s head, a snakes body and then a moneys legs.
“Can shape shifters do that?” asked one of the beginners student.
“They can’t mix different animals, no, but they can changed from one animal...” said the second lad turning the pillar so it was all a monkey. “...Into another” he changed it so it was a full snake.
“So the creature that I just made would never exist?” I asked.
“No” laughed the lad.
“That’s probably a good thing.” commented Brad smirking wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Brad, we’re supposed to be against each other at the moment” I whispered wiggling out of his grip.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot” he whispered back folding his arms over his chest.
I turned to go out but the floor was wet with something. I slipped and fell, hitting my head hard on the floor. I felt like I was about the pass out I had hit my head so hard. I thought somebody would ask how I was but the whole classroom was laughing. My head was thumping. I sat up despite feeling like the room was spinning madly out of control. I felt to the back my head and felt that it was damp. My head hadn’t landed in a damp area. I pulled my hand back and saw blood covering it. I couldn’t believe nobody else noticed it. The whole classroom was still laughing, so I quickly made my way to the door. I could hear Brad shouting after me “Charlie?”
I didn’t even turned to look at him I just carried on walking. I had to sort my head out. I could hear him louder now as he also came into the corridor. “Charlie? Come back”
I turned into the history classroom. It was deadly silent. It was empty. The class that was meant to be in here – my class – were organising and running activities. I sat at my desk feeling my head again. I felt the dampness of the blood.
Brad rushed in his voice warped with anxiety. He quickly rushed to me, but not hug me or to kiss me, he me turned so he could look at the back of my head. He placed his hands on the sides of my head.
“Charlie you have to go to Sir Mallot and Mistress Halsente, your bleeding” he said.
“I fine, Brad.” I retorted pulling my head out of his hands.
“I don’t care I’ve called them” He replied turned me to face him. “Charlie, are you ok? You’ve been tripping, slipping and falling like hell recently. Every other day you’ll trip or fall or slip. Your becoming danger prone”
“I’m fine Brad” I realised I had been falling, tripping and slipping a lot but I always put it down to bad luck, after all I didn’t have the best of luck.
Mistress Halsente entered the room alone.
“Sir Mallot is watch over both of our classes. How bad is it bleeding?” she said as he came to our side.
Brad turned me so she could look at the back of my head.
“Oh, that’s easily fixed. How did it happen?” she asked as she started prodding on the back of my head.
“I slipped” I replied quietly.
She didn’t reply she was focussing on the back of my head. He poked me in five different times over and other. If I would have known any better I would have said she was tracing a star out with her finger over and over. It was a typical healing process Wiccans can do for minor injuries like this. I could feel a stinging in the back of my head as it healed.
“Charlie, are you alright? You have been having quiet a lot of accidents recently” Mistress Halsente asked once she had done.
“I’m fine” I replied.
“Maybe, you should rest, you took quite a knock” insisted Mistress Halsente.
“No. I’ve got a game to win” I replied standing.
Brad stood at my side. He wrapped his arms around my waist, ready to support me if I needed it.
“Brad, I’m fine, besides, we’re on different teams” I insisted trying to pull my waist out of his grip.
“And you’re my fiancé. I’m never letting you go.”
The bell for second lesson sounded as I bounded out of the room, closely followed by Brad. It didn’t take long to go around every single class, so we just had to sit and wait until we found out what damage the hunters would do to our numbers. Brad stayed by my side all morning as we visited the different activities.
The werewolves activity focus on the eating habits of werewolf and so they arranged for one student from the class to be blindfolded and let loose in a open area of the classroom. Three students were placed in with him, as friends who tried to direct him to another three who had been placed with him – supposed to be his actual prey or enemies. But of course as a the werewolf student touched the other students they were out, and one particular student touched his three friends before even getting close to his enemies. I had a go and Brad was one of my friends. I – with great difficulty caught all three of my enemies, but not before catching two of my friends. Brad was the only surviving friend.
“Must be a special vibe coming off from me. You never came anywhere near me. You’d come so close and then turn away.” He laughed as I whipped off the blindfold. Of course, Brad had a go. He was hopeless. He caught me first, then another one of his friends. It was only then that he caught one enemy, but then he finished himself off by catching his last friend. I was trying to hold back a giggle through the whole thing.
The Wiccan’s & Warlocks activity was a battle in the magic room – a glass box that you use to practice spells in. It was giving the younger students a change to challenge the students in their final year, of course the younger student never won. Brad challenged our fellow class member to a fight and they both fought gallantly, but unfortunately, Brad was just a little better than him. I challenged his activity partner, which he accepted. Everybody accepted a challenge from a wiccan royal. That was one of the first things I’d learnt. It was like an unstated rule, you always accepted a royal’s challenge if it is presented to you. I won in minutes of starting, but neither of us was expecting any less. I was after all the host of the orb of power.
Finally was the second vampire activity that Gabby and Alison were running. They started theirs with a wall of photos – or should I say paintings – all the Vampire royals to every existed. Vampires where strange creatures when it came to royals. It wasn’t a family or power thing, just a rank. Prince or Princess were of course the highest rank one vampire can achieve on their own. To achieve the rank of King or Queen they have to marry. According to Gabby and Alison’s stall the only current prince in existence was Sir Malice. Then once past the wall of vampire princes and princesses, was a place where you could have your own Vampire royal photo taken. The photo of course had magic on it, so when processed, it looked as though it was a painting. Brad and I had a photo together, dressing up in the royal wear. It was a brilliant photo of the two of us, probably my favourite photo. The detail in it was fantastic, absolutely fantastic.
Lunch was interesting, I couldn’t believe just how many vampire students there were. Practically everybody who could be a vampire, was one. The hunters would have a big afternoon on their hands, but looking over to them I think they relished the challenge.
“They’ll have fun” I commented to Brad as we both looked over to the hunters.
“I wouldn’t doubt that” he laughed.
He lifted a small cheese cube from my plate and said, “Open wide, Mrs