Paranormal Public (Paranormal Public Series) (9 page)

There was a surprised gasp from everyone in the room, and Professor Anania, realizing that she had overstepped, backed away from that accusation. “I’m simply saying that I do not know what to do with a student who does not know her own magical history,” she said. Then she glared at me like this should be obvious, like it was somehow my fault that the President was keeping me around despite that fact that no one went to Public who wasn’t a paranormal.

“I don’t know what you are supposed to do with me,” I told her honestly. “I thought figuring that out was your job.”

“It shouldn’t be that complicated,” said another of the students. Probably Lisabelle.

Professor Anania pursed her lips. “It is a big deal. I am the professor and you are the students and if I say it’s crucial then I will thank you not to argue with me.”

“My mother was a mage,” I said, trying to be helpful. “You could put with me them.”

“Ms. Rollins, I realize that it is hard for your young mind to grasp such subtlety, but it would be unforgivably bad of me were I to teach you a history that is not your own. What are we if not a product of our history?”

“Ourselves?” Sip offered.

“What would happen?” I asked, because Professor Anania seemed to expect a response.

“That’s not the point.”

Nothing at all would happen except that I might end up having to switch studies later if they found out I was a different paranormal. I didn’t see why this professor didn’t know it too. She tapped her foot on the floor, thinking.

Finally, she gave a gusty sigh. “You may join the mages unless you would prefer to wait in the President’s office.”

“No, thank you,” I said. “I’ll risk joining the mages.”

I sat with the other Starter mages, a group that included Lisabelle, and we worked quietly for the rest of class.

By the end of the first half of the day I was miserable. The classes had been unbearably hard and most of what the professors had told me I hadn’t understood. Many of the other students had grown up in households of paranormals, but not me. I didn’t understand terminology like “lightmare” (which was a particular type of paranormal animal), and since I didn’t know how to use my magic I couldn’t begin to practice my skills like the other students were doing.

As we left lunch I could see Cale walking towards me. He gave me a smile and pushed one strand of his red hair out of his face as he reached me. I had the distinct realization that he was the sort of guy who looked good effortlessly, while I felt like I was a little sweaty and my face was hot. I was sure that my thick brown hair had started to frizz.

“How’d your classes go?” he asked, beaming at me.

“Oh, splendid,” I said, thinking of all the professors who were irritated with me.

Cale laughed. “It’ll get easier,” he said. “We should catch up this weekend. Maybe get breakfast.”

“Um, yeah….” I said. I liked Cale and it was great to have a friendly face, but he was a pixie and I wasn’t sure what that meant for us hanging out. Everyone seemed to keep to his or her own dorms.

“I’ll find you later and we can talk about it,” he said, and walked off to join a group of friends.

Since my mom had died I hadn’t been anti-social, but I’d been quiet. Cale and I had always been friendly, and that’s about it. I couldn’t figure out why he suddenly wanted to hang out.

I had been pretty sure that nothing could be worse than my first half day of classes, but that was before I walked into A History of Hellhounds and Demons since 1700 and saw that not only was Professor Zervos the professor, but Lisabelle and the fallen angel Keller who had stopped the fight at dinner the night before were also both in class.

If I was at a normal college I’m sure I would be happy to have someone I know in class, but I felt certain that Lisabelle and Zervos were going to hate each other, and since he already hated me he’d be directing a whole lot of animosity over to our little corner of the room. Besides, unlike normal school, I got the idea problems here were solved with violence. While all my other professors had greeted students as they came in, Professor Zervos had kept his face invisible behind a manuscript.

When I walked in I could feel Keller’s eyes on me. I wanted to tell him it was rude to stare, but I didn’t have the nerve.

I felt my face turn red and hurried to find a seat. Lisabelle sat next to me, folded her arms over her chest, and glared at Zervos. I hadn’t told her how badly he had wanted to get rid of me yesterday, but she seemed to have her own reasons for hating him.

Suddenly, Professor Zervos slammed his chair back so hard it hit the wall behind him. He tossed his manuscript on his desk and leaned both fists onto the dark wood.

Smiling a cold smile, he said, “A History of Hellhounds and Demons since 1700.”

I looked around to see if the other students looked as uncomfortable as I felt, but most of them were vampires. Since Professor Zervos was also a vampire, they looked as relaxed and happy as ever. Besides Keller and Lisabelle, Camilla, the nasty pixie from breakfast, and Lough, Sip’s friend whose power I wasn’t sure of yet, were also in the class.

Can anyone tell me what darkness is?” asked Professor Zervos, his face twisted with amusement.

Lisabelle’s hand shot up. Well, she should know. She’s a mage of darkness. Professor Zervos ignored her and kept looking around the room.

Camilla, who had given me a dirty look when I came in, raised her hand.

“Yes, Camilla?” Professor Zervos smiled. Apparently he liked Camilla. Could this class get any worse?

“Darkness is all black magics. Every mage or vampire has some darkness and is therefore considered a threat to join the demons,” she explained, her dainty green hands folded neatly in front of her and a smile so smug on her face I wished I could smack it off her.

“And who are the demons?” asked Professor Zervos. He ignored the sort of squawking noise Lisabelle was making next to me.

“Demons and hellhounds are the natural enemies of paranormals,” Camilla explained. “Hellhounds are loyal to demons. They are normally known as scouts who do a demon’s bidding, but they are dangerous. They are more powerful than any regular dog and are more a match for a werewolf,” she said. “They seek the powers of paranormals. If the paranormals are destroyed there will be no one to challenge demons’ dominance.”

“Exactly,” said Zervos. “Which is why we have been fighting them for centuries.”

“Wait,” said Lough. He was sitting next to Camilla. “Aren’t we losing our fight against the demons at the moment?”

Professor Zervos glared at him and Lough’s face got a shade redder. “We aren’t ‘losing’ exactly. We are just not as strong as we have been in the past. We….”

“Why?” Lough interrupted. I could have told him that Professor Zervos didn’t like questions, or students, but Lough either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care. Why Zervos was a professor was beyond me.

He growled. He was sick of Lough. With a flick of Zervos’s wrist Lough came flying out of his chair. With a cry he jerked back, and with a sickening smack he slammed against the back wall. “Because we do not have all five dorms at full strength. The loss of the elementals has fragmented the other paranormals,” he barked at Lough’s crumpled form.

Silence hung in the room like a heavy weight.

Lough slumped on the floor. Without looking at Zervos I got out of my chair and went to help my friend up. He was dazed, but conscious. “You’re pretty when you’re blurry,” Lough muttered to me. I wondered what he thought I looked like in focus.

I was afraid to look over my shoulder at Zervos. Luckily, he was distracted.

“Or really any strength at all,” Keller was saying. I glanced sideways at him. He sat back in his chair, looking relaxed.

“Because, Keller Erikson, the Astra, or elemental dorm, is dormant. It is more difficult to maintain magical blocks against the demons without them,” said Professor Zervos. “Which you know very well.”

“All five dorms have to work together?” Keller asked, sounding surprised. A flicker of a amusement moved across his face.

Zervos ground his jaw together. “The paranormal powers complement one another,” he explained. “Without one, particularly one as potent as the wielders of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, as the elementals are, it is more difficult to fight off the demons. But do not fear, we have been fighting them off for many years without the elementals.”

Lough started to ask what had happened to the elementals, which was exactly what I was wondering, but he didn’t get a chance to finish.

Zervos was tired of the topic and cut him off, saying, “This is not what I had meant to discuss today. I simply wanted to give those of you who are dumber than wood an overview of what you will be up against. You will be expected to train hard, to learn your talents and specialties (assuming you each have one), and to learn them to perfection. Anything less could prove fatal.”

“Now,” he said, stepping around his desk so that he could pace back and forth in front of us, “the demons have two classes, the Upper and the Lower. The hellhounds are loyal to both, but of course the wishes of the Upper take precedence.”

I was busy scribbling this down madly when Professor Zervos said, “Here is an image of what a hellhound commonly looks like.” I finished writing and popped my head up to see the picture displayed across a large board at the front of the room. My eyes locked on the picture and I let out a loud scream.

Instantly the room went silent. Lisabelle reached over and clapped her hand over my mouth, whispering “Don’t be pathetic” in my ear.

Lisabelle smelled of wet wood and warm nights, and somehow it calmed me enough so that I tried to take a breath, but her hand was still covering my mouth. I pulled it away and sucked air into my deprived lungs, but I could feel waves of panic racing over me and I tried to get them under control.

When I finally looked at Professor Zervos, I saw that he was beside himself with rage. His eyes were bulging out of his head and his face was turning a bright red color.

He pointed an imperious finger towards the door. “Out,” he intoned. “Now.” At least he didn’t slam me into a wall.

My face bright with shame, I gathered my things. Professor Zervos slammed the door open for me and I scurried through it and out into the hall.

“If I have anything to say about it,” said Professor Zervos before he closed the door in my face, “you will never attend another day of classes at this school.”

I felt the whoosh of displaced air as he closed the door in my face and left me standing alone. Once he was gone I sank against the wall and stared at the floor. The picture Professor Zervos had shown me was of the dog that had been following me for the last few days I’d been at home. Only Professor Zervos had called it a hellhound, not a dog. But that didn’t make any sense. I remembered the mist and my fear, I remembered feeling as if I was being followed, but I had never thought that it was anything paranormal. I had just thought that it was a stray dog that had taken a liking to following me around at night. Now I saw that my mother’s warnings of danger hadn’t all been crazy talk. Apparently everything my mother had told me was true.

I wished she were around to help me. If she hadn’t died I wouldn’t be at this school without a clue about what was going on. But she was gone, and I had to figure it out on my own.

Zervos’s class would be letting out soon, and I still had a full schedule of lessons for the rest of the evening. It was an odd schedule and one that would take some getting used to, but at the moment all I wanted to do was get through the rest of the day. Given how Zervos’s class had just gone I was pretty sure it was going to be a challenge.

But the rest of the day didn’t go as badly as I had expected. The other professors were pleasant enough and not one of them mentioned that I didn’t know my paranormal specialty and was on probation.