The Protectors by A. D. Knight (read me like a book TXT) 📖

/> "Ha, I don't beg. Ever," I laughed.
"You sure do make an impression," Skye told me.
I laughed and fallowed them into the archway just outside the main doors of the building. A million quetions buzzed through my head as I took in my surroundings. I jumped as Seth laughed. I looked up at him trying to figure out what's so funny.
"What's so funny," I demanded as the others joined in the laughter.
"You," Seth told me. "You look as if you've never been inside a school before."
I didn't reply, just stared at the rows of metal lockers on either side of the hall. Seth stopped laughing and studied my face carefully.
"You have been to a school before," he asked me.
"I was home schooled," I replied somberly.
Obviously, I was going to stand out here. I threw my defenses up as an adult wearing a uniform similar to Seth's walked over. I held my ground as he focused his beady eyes on me.
He looked to be about twenty something, with bad five o'clock shadow, though it was before noon. His brown hair was slicked back with a foul smelling gel. He wore a badge over his heart that identified him as Principal Murdock.
"Ah, you must be Miss. Katheder. Welcome to GHOST. It stands for Global Housing Of Stressful Teens. Every group of five students has a house on campus and are not permited to leave the Isle without written consent. I am Principal Murdock, I will also be avalible for any questions you have about the school or anything else here. I hope you enjoy your stay with us. Here is your scheduel, it has at least one of these four young gentlemen in all of your classes, so don't hesitate to ask them for help. Have a nice first day," he said before walking away.
I stared after him, confused. He acted as if this was a jail house instead of a school. Seth gave me a reasuring smile before snatching my scheduel.
"Hey," I protested as he read through it.
"Your locker's by our lockers," Skye said as they lead me through the confusing tunnel-like hallways.
Seth

I found myself staring at the strange little vampire as I walked with her to her first class. We had Literature together and a few other classes. She completely baffles me. How can she be sweet one minute, a skilled fighter the next? Then brave and bold to joyful and bubbly?
"Excuse me, but I am not bubbly," she told me as we entered the classroom.
"Sorry, forgot about the mind reading thing," I whispered to her as we walked to the desk.
The teacher announced her name and set her in the seat next to mine so I could help her out with the Shakespeare play we were currently reading. Not that she seemed to need the help.
Without even glancing at the book once she read all of Cleopatra's lines when the teacher chose her to act it out as Cleopatra. She captured the class with her dramatic and musical voice. Everyone's eyes were on her as she spoke her lines perfectly without problem.
When we got to the final scene, I could actually see it. Mae gave me a devilish smile, as if to admit she did that. There was a loud gasp from most of the class as she read her last line.
Logan, portraying the Octavious Caesar, had barely finished his final line when the bell rang out, startling everyone in the room, who's eyes seemed to be glued to Mae. Either she's used to it or she doesn't notice the looks she's getting.
"Jealous," she asked me suddenly.
"You wish," I laughed.
"Wrong, you wish," she said mischiviously.
"Oh really," I said as we walked to Biology, which we also had together.
"Yep, you can't lie to a mind reader. It's pointless and on top of that it's like a slap in the face," she told me as we walked up to the teacher.

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After two more class periods, I went to my locker to meet up with Mae and the others. I had lost her after Biology but she seemed to be getting the hang of it.
Before lunch the four of us were supposed to take Mae to meet Angel and Jacki. Both of them are not human either. Angel's an angel, kinda self explanitory. Jacki is a healer and empath, one who can read the emotions of those around her.
I stopped at the end of the hall when I saw the huge group of people around our lockers. I had a gut feeling that something was up.
"Come on, hon, be a nice little girl and come with me. You have no friends around to help you this time," I heard Logan say.
"I said no, now let go of me," I heard Mae snap.
Logan's laugh sent goose bumps all across my arms. Mae's cry of pain pushed me into action. I pushed through the crowd to where I could see Mae and Logan, but niether could see me.
Logan had his hand wrapped all the way around Mae's arm. Mae was trying to pull away from him, but was obviously weak for some reason.
"Looks like you don't talk tough when none of your friends are around," he hissed at her, his grip tightening.
"Let go," she all but yelled at him.
No one can blame me for losing my temper. I stepped through the crowd and pulled Logan, roughly, away from her. She fell back into the lockers, looking very pale.
"She told you to let go," I snarled as the crowd left when the bell sounded a second time.
"She wanted it," Logan snarled back.
Now I could lie and say I wasn't proud of what I did, but I was damned proud. He had it coming. I brought my fist back and let it go right in his face.
He staggered back, snarling swear words under his breath as Angel, Skye, Ash, and Jake came around the corner. Logan took one look at Angel then turned and left. I turned to Mae who looked on the verge of passing out.
"She's hungry," Angel said picking her up off the ground.
I scolded myself in my mind the entire walk to the library. Ash locked the door as Angel layed her down on the table. Jacki, who I hadn't noticed was in here, hurried to Mae's side holding a bag of blood.
I heard the others gag and turn away but I was too worried for her that I didn't look away. Within seconds the bag was empty and she had color in her cheeks again. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Mae

Oh my God, how stupid can I be? I should have fed before I left but no, I had to wait and nearly attack the entire school. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I turned to Seth and hit his arm.
"Ow, what was that for," he demanded trying not to smile.
"Blaming yourself. It's my fault I forgot to hunt before school not yours," I told him sitting up.
I looked at the woman who held the empty blood bag with clear confusion on my face. My eyes, as if of their own accord, drifted to the man who watched me carefully.
"Who are you," I asked lightly.
"I'm Angel and this is Jacki, we work here and we are members of the Immortal population like you. I'm an angel and Jacki is an empath and healer. Welcome to GHOST," the man named Angel told me in a deep voice.
I felt my eyes widen in surprise. I had never met so many of the Immortals in one place among humans. In Tyranea, there were very few humans, and those that were human were blinded by magic and then slaughtered as blood became low.
"I'm Mae," I said after I realized they were all watching me.
My eyes wandered around the library. I'd never seen such a strange library. There was a room to the side with all sorts of mideval weaponry. Including a bronze sword. Without thinking I hopped off the table and walked to it.
The handle was crafted in the late thirteenth century with a classic bronze finish over the hilt. The blade was dented, suggesting it had been used often. I ran my thumb across the blade and it broke the skin easily, telling me it had been sharpened recently.
"It's a Templar Knight's sword, am I right? From the late thirteenth century, hand crafted 44 inch blade, am I right," I asked examining the sword carefully.
"Why yes that is correct, you know not many people can recognize it. Do you know who it was crafted by," Angel asked me, thinking the Galic writting of his name.
"It was Thomas of Leighton, if I'm not mistaken and judging by your shock, I'm