The Protectors, A. D. Knight [ebook reader .txt] 📗

I waited with bated breath for Romeo and Juliet's first meeting in Act I scene IV. Mae kept looking over at me as I said my lines and when she said her own.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss," I said as we reached the point I had waited for.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' Kiss," she said.
The play went on and Mr. Walden looked pleased with how it was going. He hadn't stopped us once in the first four acts. Now we were in the final act, scene three.
"O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die," I read from my final line.
More words were said but I tuned tham out looking only at Mae, who I layed next to. She poked me and smiled. I stuck my tongue out back at her. She sat up with a gasp, startling everyone.
"O comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am. Where is my Romeo," she said with a passion that surprised me.
More lines were exchanged but I continued to tune them out. Mae said her lines as if she truely was Juliet.
"Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die," she said falling over me.
I had to stiffle a laugh as the play drew to a close. I could see her trying not to laugh the same, so I decided to pick on her.
How was the kiss,

I thought.
She hit me, none to gently and turned bright red. I smiled at her and stiffled a laugh. She glared at me with a smile.
You liked it and you know it,

I taunted.
She rolled her eyes knowingly. Mae looked so fragil, hard to believe how much of a punch she can pack. She stuck her tongue out at me.
Whimp,

I heard her think.
I jumped. How did I hear her thoughts? Was it something she could do along with everything else? She really is something out of this world. The bell rang, startling us.
"Love birds, time to go," Mr. Walden shouted at me and Mae.
"We ain't love birds," she drawled.
Her face was an interesting shade of red. She glared at me as if daring me to say something about it. I smirked smuggly at her, as if to tell her she had a lot worse teasing to come.
She looked at the clock above my head and I froze. In her eyes, I swore I saw something that looked like pain and betrayal. I leaned closer and could read people enough to see that Mae had thrown up a wall to block me out.
"Where to next," she asked me.
"Gym, lucky girl. You have it with the five of us and today we're playing baseball, I think," I told her opening the door for her as we headed out the door.
She laughed and rolled her eyes. She walked past me towards the gym. A scream tore across campus from the opposite direction. Mae froze for a second before turning on her heel and taking off the other way towards the scream.
I tore off after her, surprised at the speed she was running. It was a cross between human and vampire. Too fast to be human but too slow to be vampire. People were running the same direction, trying to figure out what had happened.
Our breathing came out in hurried puffs as we reached a crowd. The crowd all had pale faces and looked anexious. I saw Mae's scarlet hair disappear within the crowd before I could stop her.
Mae's terrified half shreik-half scream, caused me to push foreward faster. I broke through the crowd to see Mae trembling, and Logan with his arm around her. Jealousy ripped through my chest at that sight until I realized she was trying to move away from him.
I pulled her away from him, and into a tight hug as my eyes fell on the body. It took me a while to realize who the body belonged to but when I did I realized why she was so upset. The body belonged to Principal Murdock and was seperated from the head.
Mae shuddered as I realized the head was no where to be found. I felt Mae tense about a millisecond before she pulled from me and took off running. Startled, I took off behind her. She weaved through the crowd as if she was a needle going through fabric.
I was losing her in the crowd and fast. All I could see of her right now was a streak of her long scarlet hair as she dodged around people. I passed a confused Ash and Jake. They wasted no time they ran along side of me.
"We just saw Mae race by. What's going on," Ash asked me as he pushed himself to keep up with me.
"I don't know. Principal Murdock is dead and missing his head and then Mae took off running," I explained pushing myself faster.
When I turned the corner I found Skye restraining Mae from hurting Logan who sat craddeling a broken nose. Skye's face was white from the effort of trying to hold her back. Her face was contorted in pure rage. Skye looked torn about whether he was hurting her or not.
Ash, Jake and I slowed to a stop a few feet away. Logan glared up at Mae with a mixture of anger and amusement. Mae's eyes gleamed with pure anger and hatred. Her face was flushed with anger as she pulled against Skye's hold on her.
"Hun, I think you broke my nose," Logan said casually.
"Once Skye lets go of me, I'll do a whole hell of a lot worse," she growled.
"Mae, what's going on," I asked her walking over slowly.
"Ask him," she hissed.
I raised an eyebrow but turned to Logan none the less. He had an arogant smirk on his face that made me want to punch him.
"I have no clue, the little spitfire just attacked me for no reason," Logan said simply.
I didn't believe him for a second. Mae sounded like a banshee as she pulled from Skye and launched herself at Logan. Her fist connected with his gut as I rushed foreward and pulled her away.
"Mae, Mae, enough," I told her pulling her farther back.
I was surprised at how much strength she had. Her breath came out fast and ragged. My breathing soon matched her own. My heart thudded loudly as she dragged me closer to Logan.
I kicked her feet out from beneath her. We both fell foreward onto the ground. I put my knees on either side of her and pinned her arms behind her back. She cried out in frustration when she realized she couldn't break free.
She tried to pull away but I held tight. She cried out again, but this time in pain. I loosened my grip a tiny bit, but it was all she needed. She wrapped her legs around my waist and threw me off her.
Mae was on her feet within seconds. The way her eyes glinted when she looked at me tipped me off instantly that something wasn't right. Her movements were stiff and calculated.
She was in a trance, and I have a good guess who's, I thought glaring at Logan. Something flashed in Mae's eyes and suddenly her fist was in Logan's gut. He looked up at her shocked. She shook with pure hatred.
"You ever and I mean ever try another spell on me again and I'll rip your head off," she snarled at him.
I doubt there was any doubt in anyone's mind whether or not she would actually do it. I personally wouldn't put it past her, specifically if she's pissed off enough. I would probably help her in the process. She smiled breifly at me. Logan scrambled to his feet and hurried away.

Mae

Anger seered through me, nearly blinding me as I watched Logan hoble away. He knows something about this death, and all the other ones earlier in the year. I heard it in his mind and that was plenty good for me.
When he called me a psychopathic bitch, I snapped and my fist was suddenly embedded in his face. Adreniline coursed through me as I realized my friends were watching me and waiting for an explanation. Instead of bothering with one, I turned on my heel and marched in the direction of the gym.
"I need to hit something," I hissed punching a steel door as we passed it.
"Violence solves nothing," Seth told me.
Anger still coursed through me, though that is no excuse for what I did next. I whirled around, feeling my face contort with pure malice. Seth's eyes widened and his joking manner disappeared as the rest of our group stared at us.
"No one cares if it solves anything," I snarled seething angrily. "And no one needs your stupid fucking commentary."
Seth's jaw dropped and hurt flashed in his eyes. Everyone with in shouting distance stared open-mouthed at me as I turned and stalked away. Regret followed me all the way to my locker. I needed blood and I needed it