Dragon Freak- Book 1 of the Freaks Series (Complete)

Five

Journal of Francesca DragonSpire

Dear Diary.

I get to do witchcraft this year. I am so excited. I almost lost it in music; I could feel the door in my mind trying to creek open. I must stay strong. I cannot allow myself to break. Not now, not when I finally have a chance at freedom. The last thing I want is for Grandma to find out how much of a nutcase I am.

Frankie DS.

Mrs Bell Toad was the most obvious name for our teacher because she was a Weretoad! 

“This is not a class; this is an ancient form of torture,” I whispered, trying not to hang myself. Kadina laughed under her breath, as we spent the next hour and forty-five minutes trying not to strangle on scarves, tying our shoulders to our chairs. They kept slipping up onto our throats and jerking us back, each time we moved.

“Do you suppose we can get danger credits for taking this class?” Kadina asked quietly. I coughed, choking on my scarf. I started laughing as I slipped in my chair. Mrs Toad shot us tolerant looks and informed the class; the scarves were training tools, and we would use them until we learned to sit correctly. Kadina and I agreed, it was more of a kinky binding tool or something used to torture your enemies. I had never been so happy to hear the gong sounding third period. I released a heavy sigh as we rushed out of the classroom.

“I thought for a second, you hanged yourself on your scarf.” Kadina made a show of wiping her forearm across her forehead in relief.

“It was touch and go there for a moment. When I slipped on my skirt; I thought I was a goner.” I chuckled as I dug out the navigator and my timetable.

“Um, next I have Alchemy.” I murmured carefully studying my timetable. Kadina glanced at hers.

“Me too, this is so cool.” She grinned over at me. We had the same tastes or we were both suckers for the same form of punishment.

“Great minds think alike, and all that.” I spun my navigator into action. Kadina flicked her bag over one shoulder, keeping pace beside me with ease. We passed a group of kids milling around in the hallway they were whispering and staring at us as we passed.

“The behaviour of the group we just passed, has me thinking. Why are you talking to me, when no one else has the guts?” I asked curiously. Kadina shot me a grin.

“My Grandma knows Lord DragonSpire and speaks highly of him. I figured she wouldn’t mind if I got to know you.” She explained, on our way down the main flight of stairs.

“Speak, highly of a DragonSpire. I never thought I’d hear that come out of someone’s mouth.” I chuckled. Kadina smirked. I was instantly distracted by a male leaning against one wall of the entrance hall talking to two others. His skin was almost as dark as the night sky and his hair was pulled into long dreads. My gaze met his; he winked at me before turning back to his friends. I missed a step and almost pitched face-first down the stairs. If not for Kadina’s lightning reflexes, I would have been sprawled in a horrible display at the foot of the grand staircase. I felt her hand wrapped in the back of my shirt, straining the buttons tight against my chest. I prayed silently and fervently for titanium threading attaching the buttons to my shirt.

“Are you alright? What happened? Did you slip?” Kadina whispered shifting her grip from my shirt to my arm. I nodded trying not to laugh. I suddenly leaned against the wide stone banister, breathing hard.

“I was having a perv and got caught. He winked at me. I tripped over my own feet and missed the step.” I whispered, thankful for the make-up I wore. My new friend could not see the rising colour heating my face. Kadina laughed softly, nudging me. I moved carefully down the remaining stairs, my friend still gripped my arm like a steel band. As we rounded the corner, I began laughing aloud. Kadina released me when she deemed it safe and joined me in my mirth. 

“Who was it?” I shook my head still laughing at my stupidity.

“Not a clue, but Oh My God! His parents deserve a gift basket for producing such an A-class looking son,” I answered fanning myself with one hand. Kadina threw back her head and laughed drawing the attention of other students as we passed them. They eyed us with poorly concealed fear as they stared wide-eyed at our uniform crests. All the faces I passed paled at the sight of my bloodline. I was tense almost waiting for one of them to attack, the way they had in my old school. I flinched when someone stumbled into me, muttering a quick apology. I arched one brow at the stuttered words. The small male first-year stared up at me in open fear. I could hear his heart racing. From the corner of my eye, I saw the group he’d been standing in. His “friends” were sniggering and pointing.

“What is your name?” The young male gulped, his throat working quickly.

“Kelvin Coli. I am so sorry Miss DragonSpire. I-I didn’t mean to run into you.” Kelvin’s voice came out a pained muttered squeak. I nodded an almost undeterminable movement.

“Kelvin, did they push you into me?”

“Yes. They said you’re a DragonSpire and you tear people’s arms off for running into you?” He replied softly. I stared him in the eye over the tops of my round blue lenses.

“That’s interesting. This is my first day, I doubt they know anything about me. Have they done this to you before?” Kelvin nodded franticly, his small frame shaking with fear. Kadina sighed from her place next to me.

“Frankie your family has not been known for its generosity of spirit. They know who your Grandfather is; Dresdorian is a terrifying and powerful male. All the original six families are revered and feared.” Kadina muttered. I rolled my eyes. Figures I thought.

“Poppa is a teddy bear; I do not understand what people are on about. He would not attack someone for accidentally bumping into him. Neither would I. You, yourself said, your grandmother spoke highly of Poppa.”

“Yes, she did. It doesn’t take away the fact, Dresdorian DragonSpire is one scary male.” Kadina replied dryly. I shrugged, Poppa didn’t scare me as he did everyone else. Kelvin saw my reaction to my friend’s comment. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth he was trying valiantly not to fear me.

“As for your Grandad being a teddy bear. Frankie, that’s like saying a sabre-toothed tiger, is a cute fluffy kitten.” She muttered.

“Kelvin, I’m Frankie and this here is Kadina.” I looked past the small first year, taking a threatening step towards his “friends”.

“Push him again and I will bite off your noses and send them to your parents wrapped up in your skin. Do you understand?” I asked in a friendly tone. All three nodded, staring at me with wide, fearful eyes. I turned back to Kelvin.

“That should help a little. Kadina and I are going to be late for Alchemy, excuse us, Kelvin. I hope you enjoy your classes.”

“Thanks, Frankie, I’ll see you later.” Kelvin grinned pulling himself up to his non-substantial height. He sauntered back to his class group who were staring in awe. A lowly Coli would dare speak with two of the six power families.

“Frankie, we don’t have our fangs yet,” Kadina whispered. I shrugged my shoulders as we walked away.

“You do not need fangs to bite someone. You just open your mouth, place your teeth, and close your mouth, hard. See simple.” I whispered back.

“You terrified those kids.”

“I know, I was channelling Poppa. I may have overdone it and I am just sick about it too.” I replied sarcastically. I heard Kadina’s faint chuckle and smiled. After our rude interruption, it took us another few minutes to get down to dungeon three. Our class waited outside a large, thick steel door. I eyed it with thinly veiled trepidation.

“Oi DragonSpire! How are you going? What classes did you pick; I’ve been waiting for you?” Casper called out loudly, her voice rang out in the closed-in corridor. I suppressed a groan when the eyes of all our classmates turned towards us. My cousin was leaning against a wall surrounded by a small group of people; they stared at me in awe.

“Oi yourself cuz! Grandma and I are going to have a little chat about my class choices and when I say my choices I mean it, loosely.” I replied archly with a roll of my eyes as I stepped closer to my cousin. Casper stood properly, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Why? What happened? What did she do?” She sounded worried especially after our discussion in the car this evening.

“She’s got me doing Etiquette lessons. Mrs Vapour said she gave me no choice and probably has a good reason for it. I just spent the last class strangling on a freaking scarf.” I replied grumpily. Casper screwed up her face.

“The only reason I didn’t get etiquette classes too was that; I did them through primary school. You’re lucky at least you only do a year. I had to do six.” Casper complained sulkily. Casper certainly did not present herself as someone who had received six years’ etiquette training.

“Did you fail? Miserably.” I asked, grinning at her slouched lean against the wall. She laughed.

“No! Haha, Frankie. I do not feel the need to impress the masses, that’s all.” She retorted with a mock snooty tone.

“Wow, six years. I can’t imagine, how much that must have sucked.” I replied commiserating, my voice trailing off. I paused for a moment of deep teen contemplation.

“That guy was so hot; I am sorry you missed it.” I groaned turning to my new friend. She laughed under her breath. Casper eyed us, obviously waiting for an introduction.

“Kadina Fontain DesCor, my dear cousin Casper Montcastle. She lives at the park with Grandma too.” I said introducing the pair.

“Hey, I know you. You just moved into the place next door. Ah, Glenwood Estate, right?” Casper asked. Kadina nodded fiddling with the side of her bag.

“Yeah, I haven’t been there very long. I am living with my Grandmother too. My dad is away a lot on business these days. He thought it would be better for me if I had a responsible role model with me, instead of sending me off to boarding school. He saw Harry Potter at Christmas last year and deemed I would have too much fun. He believes school is for learning, not laughing. I love my Gran, but she’s old and can be boring.” Kadina explained dryly.

“Don’t knock it DesCor, there is no grass on the other side of the fence,” I replied, suddenly serious. Kadina and Casper shared a curious look. I mentally kicked myself for saying too much. I rolled my shoulders.

“So, what subjects did you choose?” Casper asked changing the subject. I was about to answer when footsteps sounded behind us. We turned just in time to see a short vampire with a rounded belly and nice grey eyes. He was sweating heavily in the cool air and wiping at his brow with a slightly damp white handkerchief. His shoulders snapped back in surprise as his eyes took in the bright crests on our shirts, he addressed us with a short inclination of his head.

“Goodness me, a Montcastle, a Fontain DesCor, and a DragonSpire! How wonderful, it is an honour beyond honours to have three of the six power families in my class. Welcome ladies.” The three of us looked at each other. He was a strange little fellow!

The teacher was Mr Jasper and he was the funniest man I had ever met. By the end of class, not only had I learned about Alchemical processes, we did it while laughing our butts off at his insane jokes and quick wit. I thought he was a hoot.

“That man’s a loon.” Casper chuckled walking with us up to the great hall for lunch. Every now and then Casper would stop and point out one thing or another. Usually a male rushing by.

The hall looked completely different than it had that morning.  Dozens of tables split the room into year levels. The first and second years sat closest to the teachers, at the top of the hall at round tables. The third-year sat at a long rectangle table that ran along one wall. We fourth years were against the other wall and fifth were in the middle in a big square. The tables almost sagged, laden down with…. Salad and soup! Kill me now, I thought eyeing the food sullenly. My companions must have noticed the expression marring my face.

“Don’t worry, eat a bit of salad, slurp some soup, and sit back.” Casper and Kadina whispered leading the way over to our assigned table. I eyed them suspiciously, wondering what they were up too. I followed almost blindly; the dining hall was huge and filled with people. Most of who were staring at us. It may have had something to do with my extreme appearance, but I doubted it. I composed my features with the haughtiest look of disdain I could muster. Most eyes looked away quickly.

“Hey Frankie, how was alchemy?” I turned to the sound of a male voice calling across the hall. Kelvin was sitting with a bunch of other first years. Kadina quickly covered a grin with one hand, pretending to find the floor fascinating, when I let loose a frustrated sigh.

“Frankie has people issues,” Casper whispered. Kadina chuckled.

“The issue is the people part. I think it’s a DragonSpire thing.” My new friend whispered. I shot her a sideways glare, Kadina and Casper laughed softly. I turned quickly striding over to the first year’s table. The younglings before me became quiet, nervous. Kelvin, on the other hand, was oblivious.

“Hey, Frankie.”

“Hello Kelvin, Alchemy wasn’t too bad. I liked it. Mr Jasper is a good teacher. How were the lessons for you this evening?” I kept my voice neutral, not embellishing or intimidating.

“It sucked, I had Werewolf studies. It’s hard and I am having a lot of trouble understanding it.” He replied sullenly. I cracked a small humourless smile. The other students in front of me cringed from the expression on my face.

“You can use my notes.” Kelvin’s face lit up, he seemed to sit taller.

“Thanks, Frankie, that would be great.”

“You’ll have them by Friday. Any more problems with bullies, you come and tell me. I will see you later. I’d kill for a coffee.” Turning on my heel, I strode back to Kadina and Casper who were perched halfway down the year elevens table. Casper saved me a seat. I was suddenly grateful for my cousin’s presence.

“So, what was that all about? Who’s the pipsqueak?” Casper asked leaning into me, she was looking over my shoulder towards the first year’s table.

“Some kids decided to push Kelvin Coli into me earlier thinking I would rip his limbs off. I refrained. It appears he is grateful for the intervention of my conscience. He is also having trouble with his Werewolf studies. I offered him my notes.” I replied reaching for a carrot stick, I chewed thoughtfully for a moment.

“Frankie, you’re a DragonSpire. These kids expect a certain amount of violence and bad behaviour from you. Why do you think none of your teachers so far has battered an eyelash about what you look like? Don’t get me wrong, you look awesome. Now you have spoken to that Coli male, you have elevated his blood rank in this school.” I arched one brow in Kadina’s direction. She nodded with a grin on her face.

“Hmm interesting, so without meaning to I have just made that kids year, and by giving him my notes I have made him the most popular kid in his grade?” Both nodded. I rolled my eyes. Yay for me I thought. Kadina leaned in closer a frown creating a small crease between her brows.

“Frankie, are you sure you didn’t hurt yourself earlier? I thought I saw you limping as you crossed the room.” Jeez, this female missed nothing, I thought. My left leg was killing me, but I was not going to mention it aloud.

“I’m fine, new shoes,” I replied instead slipping a cherry tomato into my mouth. I felt the small piece of fruit knock into my tongue-ring, the glow in the dark spider had taken a lot of getting used to. I spent weeks cutting my tongue on its sharp little feet. I looked away from my new friend’s face, in case she saw I was not being entirely truthful. There was a boy to the left of Kadina; he was sitting directly opposite me. He looked up and I almost swallowed my tongue. It was the male with the dreads! Now I was closer to him, I knew my assessment was correct. It was a go on the gift basket. I fought to swallow the tomato. Casper passed me a mug of juice.  Grateful; I gulped down half the liquid and took a couple of deep breaths.

“Frankie are you alright?” Casper’s voice was barely audible. I nodded.

“The tomato went down the wrong way.” My answer came out raw and a little gasped. Casper shook her head. I turned back to the scene unfolding across the table.

“Are you alright?” He asked concerned. I nodded momentarily speechless.

“Hey Kadina, how things?” He asked his gaze focusing on the girl next to me.

“I’m good, how are you?” She did not even blink, oh my god. She is blind! I knew it! I kicked Kadina under the table. She looked up at me, noting the expression on my face. I waited until Mr Hottie looked away before I looked fully at him and then back at her. The sudden light of understanding dawned in her eyes as I shared a look with my cousin. He turned back to face us. I almost choked again.

“Hey Casper, what’s doing?” Casper grinned putting her arm around my shoulder.

“I’m great. This is my cousin Frankie DragonSpire, she just moved in with Grandma and me. Frankie this is Zoric Ravenstone, the Headmasters son.” she said. Zoric held out his hand, I reached across the table to shake it.

“Hey, how’s it going?” I murmured fighting down my embarrassment and hoping the red creeping up my neck would not hit my face in the next couple of seconds. 

“I saw you earlier on the stairs. It’s nice to meet you. This is unprecedented. A Montcastle, DragonSpire, Fontain DesCor, and a Ravenstone sitting together. All we need now is a Venturi and a Mentalis and we’ll make up the six houses.” Zoric stated excitedly. He leaned back and called for two other boys as they strode into the hall. The two he had been speaking to before I’d almost killed myself on the stairs.

“Magnus Venturi and Lucian Mentalis this is Miss Kadina Fontain DesCor and Miss Frankie DragonSpire. Casper, you already know.” The two newcomers shook our hands.

“Rock on, the six houses together again. Mind if we crash?” They asked almost simultaneously.

“Go ahead.” Casper shared a covert wink with Kadina.

“Wow, you’re a DragonSpire! You’re like the only one in your family. I am honoured to meet you.” Magnus Venturi reached out his hand. I shook it firmly.

“Yeah, there are only three of us. Dad, me, and Poppa. It’s great to meet you too.” My reply faded, as what was happening on the table, distracted me. Before my eyes, the salads and soup changed to roast chicken, chips, vegetables, pies, sausage rolls, hotdogs, burgers, water, juice, and soft drink. This was so awesome. Rock On! Zoric Ravenstone studied the emotions on my face with an intense expression, he grinned.

“Pretty sweet huh?”

“How’s it done?” Embarrassment was forgotten. I looked him straight in the eyes over the tops of my round blue sunnies. The creature deep within me purred in my mind. I quickly hid my shock. What was going on? I fought to keep my facial expression mildly interested as my heart was beating like a bongo drum in my chest.

“Goblins, they work in the kitchens. It makes life easier, but everyone in the hall has to at least eat something healthy before it changes.” He replied reaching for the roast chicken. I eyed the pork and crackling, critically before diving in with a vengeance.

“So, you don’t have any siblings?” Magnus leaned forward to talk to me. I shook my head.

“Nope. It seems to be a DragonSpire thing, to only have one kid. My grandparents were the exception to the rule. Poppa allegedly has a brother who rumour says; threatened to show up and kidnap DragonSpire daughters. My Dad used to tell me scary stories about him when I was young. I don’t think he believed it though and I’ve never thought to ask Poppa.” I told him with a shrug.

“Wow! What’s your Grandad like? Is he as scary as our parents all say?” The whole group fell silent. I shrugged.

“To me Poppa is wonderful. Sure, he’s way beyond powerful, you can feel it coming off him. It makes the hairs on your arms stand up. I don’t see what everyone else does. He has a wicked sense of humour. To me, he is just Poppa. He makes Grandma nervous and she’s a Montcastle ancient. So yeah, I’m guessing he’s as scary as your parents say.”

“That is so cool.” Magnus grinned. All discomfort was forgotten, talk between the six of us was spirited, fast-flowing, and obnoxious. At one stage, I saw Casper fighting to hold onto her temper. Kadina laughed at something Lucian said and Zoric stared at me, frowning the entire time. I could see him clearly out of my peripheral vision. The gong chimed as I popped my last chip into my mouth.

“What have you got now?” Ravenstone asked pushing to his feet. I opened my timetable after fishing it out of my pocket. Casper and Kadina peered over my shoulders.

“Witchcraft!” The three of us girls cried in excited glee. Ravenstone laughed, sharing amused looks with his friends.

“We got it too, walk you?” Lucian gulped the last of his drink before getting to his feet. The girls nodded still talking animatedly. I felt, more than saw Zoric come up beside me. His fingers brush the side of my throat. I flinched.

“Hold still, I figured you wear this to cover that awesome scar. I’m fixing your collar it will only take a second.” I froze at his hastily murmured words. I felt my hands trembling until he stepped away removing his hands from my throat. I swallowed trying to calm myself down before I reached full panic mode. Embarrassing, myself in front of the whole student body, by collapsing in a hysterical heap on the floor was not something I wanted to do this rising. Zoric must have noticed I was close to an emotional edge because he changed the subject and did not ask me how it happened.

“When did you get here anyway, I didn’t catch that part?” Zoric asked me calmly as we climbed a set of stairs. I let out a breath of relief, I was sure he caught. I briefly saw the small flash of a smile.

“Late last rising. Mark, Grandma’s driver picked me up from the airport in Mackay. I have never been here before. My parents never even spoke of this place until last week. Hey Zoric, don’t you need a navigator to find your way around this museum?” I asked, noticing he was not using one. Ravenstone smiled, his eyes lit up with mischief and he got these little crinkles at the sides of his eyes when he smiled.

“I have other methods of finding my way around.” He replied cryptically, arching one eyebrow. Magnus walked up behind us flinging his arms over our shoulders. I fought the panic again, forcing myself to relax. I did not like to be touched.

“He had detention there for three weeks in the last term,” Magnus whispered loudly in my ear, giving his friend away. Surprised, I threw back my head laughing as we rounded a corner. Magnus and Zoric came to a sudden stop. I looked up quickly into the face of a very cranky teacher.

“Mr Venturi remove your arm from around the young lady. The school rules do not permit such behaviour. Mr Ravenstone your father is the headmaster; you should know better.” Magnus moved his arm as if someone struck him. I suddenly remembered where I had seen this teacher before. He was one of the deputy headmasters and he was standing in the middle of the hallway blocking our path to our classroom. This male I remarked silently had the appearance of someone who did not know how to relax, and if he suddenly learned, would probably have a heart attack. For some reason, he reminded me of Selene.

“Sorry Mr Tibbies, I wasn’t thinking,” Magnus replied looking a little sheepish. Tibbies, Tibbies. Where had I heard that name before? I thought.

“I could tell you were not thinking. It seems to be a reoccurring problem with you, Mr Venturi.” Tibbies replied snidely. I gaped at the teacher half hoping that he was about to get his butt kicked and half-horrified it might happen. Tibbies continued to stare down his nose at Magnus, his eyes flicking down to my face. A slight sinister smile touched the corners of his mouth. I swore I saw his eyes dilate with something close to excitement.

“A young DragonSpire. I am surprised the council allowed your bloodline to procreate, especially with how dangerous your family is. Will wonders never cease.” He sneered evilly. I drew myself up to my full height of five feet six inches and stared the old fart right in the eyes. I felt my old façade settle, causing me to appear once again disdainfully bored. This mask drove Aunt Selene nuts!

“I am the only, young DragonSpire. We are not that dangerous, sir. My parents are as thick as bricks. Poppa is the only question mark in our family. Remind me to thank the council the next time we meet for not granting my parentals any more offspring. Might I also mention, while I have you here? The two other females with us are a Fontain DesCor and a Montcastle. It does seem, wonders are coming in threes and sixes these days. I believe Poppa would find the six of us, hanging out to be a real hoot. I am sure the prospect would keep him amused for hours. I am sure he would love to hear all about it.” I replied trying to mask the snide tone in my voice. We held our heads high and shoulders square. The man’s eyes widened in surprise at the almost scathing remark. He took in the crests on the uniforms around him. His eyes grew wide; I saw his lips silently count to six.

“Henry, unless you wish to face an annoyed Dresdorian DragonSpire as you speak of his only grandchild, I suggest these students if entering my Witchcraft class, come inside.” Tibby's face seemed to lose a lot of its colour at the mention of speaking to my Poppa. Startled, we turned as one to face the voice behind us and found a young-looking woman with flame-red hair and a deep purple eye patch. She did not have to tell us twice.

The six of us sighed in relief when we reached the safety of the classroom. I faced the teacher.

“You know Poppa?” I asked interested. The woman dressed like a gypsy dancer smiled.

“Yes, I know Dresdorian well. He and my brother served together in World War two, he is a very old friend.” She replied motioning for me to take a seat. Most of the class was staring at me, others were muttering about what transpired outside in the hall.

“Tibbies is not a person to mess with Frankie,” Ravenstone muttered.

“I am not afraid of him Zoric; he is a teacher on a power trip that’s all. I have run into his kind before. He wouldn’t risk coming up against Dresdorian, he’d soil himself.” I shrugged as I took my seat between Kadina and Casper, at the desk directly in front of Zoric and Lucian and Magnus. For the next hour, I pushed the incident with Tibbies to the back of my mind and concentrated hard on studying the origins of the pentagram. I soaked up every piece of information I could get, like a big sponge, and took as many notes as I could. Our teacher's name was Miss Grimily. Three hundred years ago, a witchfinder cut out her eye. Ouch!

“I lived in many different places in Europe for years before I moved to England. I was a healer to the humans, though they did not know of my Vampiric origins. It was winter, the sun rarely seen. The sky covered by thick snow and rain clouds making it possible to move about in the daylight hours. A human girl playing in the nearby forest was attacked by an animal. The town’s healer declared the child’s leg be removed immediately. Her mother, heavily pregnant, came for me. She wadded the several kilometres through knee-high snow begging for my assistance in saving the life of her first-born. This was a child, how was I to refuse such a request when her mother risked her own and the life of her unborn to find me. I agreed at once and we set off for town in my sleigh. When we arrived, Catherine was the girl's name, already had her leg removed and she was bleeding out. I saved Catherine’s life that night. Her parents Dana and Boris were grateful for my intervention. Upon leaving, a crowd moved through the snow-covered Main Street. They walked with a purpose, the mob chanting witch, witch, we will kill the witch. I remember thinking, what kind of witch worth her salt would allow anyone to hone in on his or her secret. The leader of the rabble, one Father Terrence stopped before me. His eyes glowed with fanaticism. 

“You will submit yourself to the lord heathen woman, you will be purified.” I wrinkled my nose at the smell of his foul, wine smelling breath as it bathed my face. Nausea rose in my throat, the town’s council branded me the witch. The five-stuffy old human males sent word to the church. At once, a team from the inquisition, an order of the Pope’s holy church was dispatched, to rid the world of Satan’s spawn. With them travelled Michael, a young witchfinder out to prove his worth and make his mark upon the world.” Miss Grimily sank until she was perched on the front of her desk, a faraway look danced through her uncovered eye as she saw the events unfold within her mind.

“Father Terrence held me, prisoner, for weeks, waiting for the inquisitor to arrive. I was tortured and spat on, burned, and shaved off my hair and used a hot iron to remove my eye. All the while, he screamed for me to repent, to take the lord into myself, and admit to him my sin of being the devil’s concubine. Finally, on the fourth week after my capture, the inquisitor arrived. Michael a tall young man with blond hair and blue eyes crouched in front of me. On this day, the sun was shining, I was huddled as far into the cell as I could. If possible, I would have been a part of the wall, itself. Michael asked me one question. Art thee a witch? I denied, for at the time I was not one. Nay sir, I replied. I am naught but a healer, charged with the life of a small child. The town’s healer did not appreciate my intervention for I am a woman who spurned his advances. If possible, I curled further into the stone corner. Michael’s companions conferred in hushed voices before leaving the room.

That very night, my family found me. My brothers tore the wall off my dungeon of horror. My mother murdered the town’s council. My father held Father Terrence down and carved an upside-down pentagram in the priests back, leaving him to discovery by the inquisition.

My family removed me from town, the carriage slowed as we crossed the bridge some distance from its centre. Standing with her arm wrapped around her mother was Catherine. She smiled up at me with wide violet eyes. She found and wrote to my family, begging for their aid. One turn for another, I saved her life and Catherine saved mine. She named her firstborn after me and I nursed her as she died from old age seventy years later. To this day, I have never known a purer soul. Now open your books to page seven.” I started at the abrupt change in information. Miss Grimily’s story hit close to home. I caught myself, pressing my fingers over my collar. I felt a hand gently grasp my shoulder. Zoric noticed my action. Shaking off the melancholy that almost had me in its grip; I dived into my witchcraft studies with zealousness. The whole-time Miss Grimily stared at me. Her gaze knowing.

It seemed too short a lesson when the gong sounded. Everyone rushed towards the door, wanting to be on time for his or her next class.

“Miss DragonSpire, a word in your ear?” I turned Miss Grimily was close, very close.

“Yes Miss, what can I do for you?” I replied in a whisper somehow knowing what she was going to say. She sighed.

“What happened to you Francesca, your eyes tell a story I know only too well?” I swallowed the huge lump in my throat.

“I would prefer not to discuss this, Miss Grimily,” I replied. My voice becoming frosty. She nodded.

“Perhaps, you would like to discuss it, here in my classroom after school with the guidance counsellor?” She stated firmly. My green eyes glittered with menace over the tops of my round blue sunglasses. I growled softly.

“Before coming here, I was at a breed public enrolled under the name of Oliver Brown. The kids there took an instant disliking to me. I had my throat slit, hence the collar and my stomach carved up with a vinegar bottle, though if asked I will deny it.” I ground out between my teeth. Miss Grimily nodded slowly.

“Your attackers, did they get what they deserved? How did your parents avenge you?” She asked. A mocking smile curved my dark lips.

“Avenge me. I am surprised they didn’t throw the kids a party. Not everyone’s family is as noble as yours. My Aunt and my loving parents said the attack was my fault. They told me I deserved it for being a worthless child. Thankfully, I messed up in school and they sent me to my Grandmother, thinking she was more of a monster than they were.” Miss Grimily stared at me, dawning horror paled her features.

“One does not need fangs to bite off a helping hand.” I hissed dancing backwards, as she reached for me. Squaring my shoulders, I lifted my head high. My fierce gaze glaring over the tops of my glasses.

“Has your Grandfather been told? Has anyone told Dresdorian?” Miss Grimily demanded. My faint chuckle, cold and harsh.

“You cannot be serious? The entire breed community is terrified of Dresdorian DragonSpire. Do you think for one moment, Benson would tell his father, he allowed his daughter, his only child to be tortured? That the children carved their names into my flesh and rubbed it with vinegar? Do you think he would tell Poppa, he stood feet from me; watching as the same kids cut my throat while making sounds like squealing pigs? My father stood over me, unable to move as I lay bleeding on the grass at the side of the road. My mother heated a DragonSpire brand to white hot and pressed it to my flesh. While Dad enjoyed a cup of freaking tea and the bloody paper. No Miss Grimily, I doubt very much, they told Poppa anything at all. Family or not, I am his only Grandchild. He would tear them into little pieces and burn the world around them down. I do not want Poppa’s hands coated in the blood of his son and only child. He does not deserve the horror. Excuse me, I have another class.” I murmured moving towards the door.

“Francesca.” Miss Grimily called. I spun around, taking two angry steps toward my teacher.

“No! That is all you get! This is my first night of school and now I will spend the remainder of this rising trying to fight the memories from turning me into a screaming, crying, quivering mess! All because you could not mind your own freaking business! We are done here. This conversation never happened, and it will never happen again. I am going to class.” I snarled, unknowing to me a shimmering glow emanated from my skin for a moment. Miss Grimily nodded, I could have sworn I caught the shine of unshed tears in her eye. I strode quickly for the doorway, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I struggled to close the door on the nightmares gnashing their teeth in the back of my mind. Magnus waiting for me in the long stone hall. He was the only one out of the six of us who was doing business this year.  We walked side by side in silence until I could not bear it any longer I had to know if he had heard.

“How much of it, did you hear?” I whispered. Mag frowned down at me.

“All of it Frankie, I’m sorry. I’ll not tell anyone; you have my word.” He promised quietly. I nodded. Magnus stopped walking, he grasped my hands. I didn’t realise they were shaking.

“It’s alright. Just stand with me, here. Take a few breaths. Do whatever you do to level out. I’m no DragonSpire, but the Venturi’s, we got out own skills. I got your back, girl.” He said quietly.

“Red, red, red means stop. Red, red, red means stop. Green, green, green like the trees. Gold, gold, golden sun. Blue is the moon in the sky at night, stars burning white, hot and bright.” I whispered, closing my eyes. I spent several minutes breathing in the fear and exhaling after a count of ten. I finally, opened my eyes and sighed.

“Alright?” Mag asked, releasing my hands. I took off my sunglasses, fiddling with them.

“Thanks. Zoric saw the scar on my throat; he noticed it when my collar slipped earlier. He does not know how I got it, nor does he know of the scars on the rest of me.” I replied stonily. Fighting not to reach up and touch the black studded leather. We started walking again.

“He won’t tell anyone either, Z’s got his own horror story. You know, it is not your fault, right? The ones who did this to you will pay dearly. Say the word Francesca, they will not live out the year.” Magnus growled. I lifted my head, staring up at the unrestrained fury in his face. For the first time, I smiled. A genuine smile, reaching my eyes.

“Thanks, Magnus, but don’t worry about it. It happened a little while ago. The vengeance spiel was great though, I appreciate it.” I chuckled lightly. Magnus grinned slinging an arm around my shoulder.

“Hey, no problem, nothing like vengeance to get the blood pumping and the brain firing in time for business huh?” I shook my head at his nonsense, slipping my glasses back onto my face. I was suddenly glad to have someone else know. Someone, who did not condemn me for it. Mrs Vapour was waiting in the doorway, she spotted us walking up the stairs and a hundred-watt smile lit her face.

“Magnus, Francesca. You’re the first here, come in, come in, pick your seats.” She called excited, when we got closer she ushered us into the classroom. I was surprised, we were not late.

“Francesca how has your first day been?” Her kind eyes were lit with expectation.

“It’s been ok. I think I’m going to like it here. At first, I thought the whole, personalised uniform thing was asking for trouble, but in my case, it’s a good idea to give warning. God help the poor teacher who asks for a parental interview.” I told her laughing. Mrs Vapour and Magnus chuckled.

“I’ve had a couple of low points this rising. One was a run-in with Mr Tibbies just after lunch and a first-year was pushed into me earlier. The ones who did it told him I would tear off his arms.” I told her with a grimace. Mrs Vapour’s eyes popped wide.

“Oh dear, you did reassure him didn’t you, Francesca? You know the first three years are crucial in a breeds schooling, and a run-in with Mr Tibbies oh dear, what happened?”

“Yeah. Mrs Vapour don’t sweat it, the kid's name is Kelvin Coli, he’s not bad. I’m helping him with his Werewolf Studies. He said he was having trouble understanding it. It’s the moon phases and shift courses. It’s so convoluted. Once you get past it and move onto lore, it gets better. I am lending him my notes, I’ve done it several years in a row.” I replied offhand. Mrs Vapour was looking at me with an expression of shocked wonder. Magnus seeing, I was growing uncomfortable swooped in.

“Miss Grimly saved our hides from Tibbies. He was in fine form tonight.” Magnus said taking the limelight away from me. I was relieved though this new information was causing Mrs Vapour to frown.

“Why does the name Henry Tibbies seem so familiar?” I asked aloud looking to my Grandmothers cousin.

“His name is known to you because he is family, Francesca. He is the son of the Duke and Duchess of Gresford.” Mrs Vapour announced. Magnus looked between us, confused.

“You’ve got to be kidding, that male is Selene’s son! I knew he reminded me of her.” I groaned that is all I needed, it was only my first day of school.

“Am I missing something?” He asked.

“Mrs Vapour is Grandma’s cousin. Tibbies is Grandma’s blood born nephew. Thankfully, more family to Casper than to me.” I teased shooting Mrs Vapour a wink. She tried valiantly to smother a surprised laugh. Magnus however, did not look amused.

“Tibbies has been up my butt since my first day of year eight. My father, Roman Venturi and Henry Tibbies were in the same grade. They were friends. Tibbies had a major crush on a girl and would not tell anyone who she was, not even my dad, his best friend. Well, the Christmas after their final year, Dad started dating mum. Next Dad knew Tibbies was accusing him of stealing the love of his life. Mum and Dad got married and pop goes the weasel, here I am. That man has made my school life hell from day one. Zoric was right Frankie; don’t give Tibbies a reason to start on you too. He is your cousin; he could make your life worse than mine.” Magnus warned quietly.

“As I told Zoric. Tibbies would not dare treat me the way he has you. Poppa would tear his arms off and feed them to him, with extra sauce. I said I was not like that. At no point, did I say my grandfather’s reputation was not earned and well deserved.” I stated seriously.

“I hope you’re right, Frankie.” He murmured as the classroom began to fill with students. I leaned closer, sliding my glasses off and placing them on the desk in front of me. I captured the male's gaze.

“I am his one and only grandchild. Do the math.”

“If you know he would avenge you, why haven’t you told him about what happened to you?” He whispered. I sighed.

“As I told Miss Grimily. A parent should never have to live with the blood of their child on their hands. No matter how horrific the offspring is. It would break his heart. I love Poppa too much to put him through that.” I replied sadly. Allowing the Venturi male to see the past the mask to the real me.

“You’re too good for them, Frankie.” Magnus murmured, squeezing my hand as we flipped open our books to page ten.

Business studies would have been harder if I had not done a year of it already. Magnus, on the other hand, was lost. He turned to me after class with a pathetic pout on his face.

“Be my study buddy? Or at least let me cheat off you?” He whispered desperately as we packed up our things. I smirked.

“If this is too much, why don’t you change classes?” I said pulling the strap over my head. Magnus sighed running an agitated hand through his shoulder-length blond hair.

“My dad wants me to work with him at Breed Tech after I finish school. Alas, my future is not my own.” We walked slowly to the classroom door. I stopped by the teacher’s desk.

“Mrs Vapour, do you have a couple of spare textbooks, one from last year as well?” I asked. Mrs Vapour smiled handing us two thick books.

“Well done you two. Studying is your friend, not your foe.” She cried out happily clapping her hands with unbridled glee. We took the books, thanked her, and walked out. The trudge down the stairs took what felt like a lifetime. There were students everywhere. Magnus and I walked at a steady pace.

“I just can’t seem to get a hold on this subject. I’m free this weekend if you are. I’m desperate Frankie. Please, don’t make me beg?” Magnus said swinging his bag around onto his other hip. I had handed him the two textbooks.

“DragonSpire has Venturi begging! Are you two, planning a lover’s tryst?” Lucian had come up behind us with Kadina, Casper, and Zoric. I laughed surprising everyone including myself. Casper grinned looking up at Lucian. He winked.

“Not likely. I’m going to help Venturi here with his Business Studies. I did this part last year, so I can lead him through it, and hopefully not mess up too badly.” I replied poking out my tongue at Lucian who grinned unrepentantly.

“Thank you, Frankie! I swear you are a goddess among thorns.” Magnus groaned, relieved. I rolled my eyes.

“Hey, why don’t we all meet and hit the books together?” Kadina said embarrassment colouring her cheeks pink.

“I like the way you think DesCor.” Casper flung an arm around her shoulders, throwing in her support.

“Sounds good to me. I move for a study party. All those in favour say, aye.” Lucian said catching the eyes of his mates.

“Aye and I second the motion,” Casper replied grinning.

“Aye.” Magnus, Zoric, and I chorused. Casper started making ooh, ooh noises and jumping up and down.

“Why don’t we ask Grandma if we can make a whole weekend of it? That way we can work on all our subjects. Frankie, you can catch up on the stuff you have missed the last term.” Casper offered. All heads bobbed in agreement. My cousin was sneaky, I had to admit that.

“Hello, Kids.” We all jumped turning to find Headmaster Ravenstone behind us.

“Hey Dad, this is Kadina Fontain DesCor and Frankie DragonSpire. If Mrs Montcastle goes for it would you let me stay at Montcastle Park for a study weekend, it is the six of us. Frankie is helping Mag with business and she has some catching up to do.” Zoric's dad looked thoughtful.

“A pleasure to meet you ladies. I’ll think about it. We can discuss it at dinner.” Mr Ravenstone stated. Zoric nodded. Lucian rolled his eyes when the headmaster's back was turned.

“There’s Mark. Kadina, you need a lift?” I asked leaning back to speak to my new friend. Kadina smiled.

“Grandma said taking the bus is character building,” Kadina said pouting.

“Your character is fine!” I laughed giving her a gentle shove towards the car. Zoric leaned down close to my ear.

“Try not to fall down the stairs this time, I don’t think your buttons could handle another round of Frankie, does stairs,” Z whispered. My eyes almost bugged out of my head. He’d seen that. I was mortified. I heard him chuckle as I rushed off. My face coloured bright red under my trowelled-on make-up. Casper and Kadina waved to the boys while I concentrated on running down the stairs. The night air blew the little strands of hair, having escaped my braid against the side of my face. I sighed in relief to be outside; the walls beginning to feel oppressive. I breathed in the night air. I turned my head, spotting a tall male with blond hair and grey eyes. Our gazes clashed, I felt an incredible draw to him. His eyes held shadows and a hint of a smile. We simultaneously took small steps toward each other as if pulled together by a string. Another male walked up beside him, clapping him on the back, breaking the connection. Shutters came down over those grey eyes and they became cold, aloof, hard. I looked away. Mark had the door to the rolls open and waiting when we got there.

“Miss Frankie.” He arched an eyebrow at me when I stopped by his side. I removed my glasses and met his gaze.

“Hi Mark, do you know who that is?” I asked looking at the long black limo three cars down from us, where the blond male now sat.

“Sorry, Miss Francesca. I don’t know the kid's name, but the car belongs to the Falcons. One of the ten on the council.” Mark murmured.

“I don’t know what it is, but I have a connection to that male. It’s almost like we’re connected by a string. I am drawn to him, instinctively.” I whispered as my cousin and Kadina climbed into the car.

“You might want to keep that to yourself. The Montcastles and the Falcons are not friends. Your Grandmother would have a fit. The last time they were in the same room together Natzcorpe was called.” Mark replied, referring to the breed police force.

“Duly, noted. Thanks, Mark. Oh, and it’s just Frankie, please. All the formality makes me uncomfortable.” I murmured sliding into the car. He nodded, shooting me a small smile and closed my door.

“Hey Mark, can we drop Kadina off at Glenwood Estate? Mrs DesCor said it was character building to take the bus. We all agree, she has enough character already?” Casper called when Mark climbed into the drivers’ seat. He chuckled.

“Sure, thing Miss Casper.” He called back starting the engine. The three of us leaned back in our seats, getting comfortable. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the soft leather. I was still feeling mortified. I could feel the telling heat of a blush once more on my face.

“Lucian Mentalis is so hot. I may have scorch marks on my eyeballs just from looking at him.” Casper whispered fanning herself with one hand. Kadina laughed heartily.

“Please! Magnus Venturi is so much better! Praise goes to Frankie for helping him with his schoolwork right next door to my house.” Kadina cooed. I could feel both girls looking at me. Their eyes like twin lasers boring into my head.

“You know how I said that guy caught me perving on him while we were coming down the stairs? Well, it was Zoric and he saw me lose my footing. He just told me about it. I am so embarrassed.” I groaned.

“I thought Frankie slipped. You need to send the uniform tailors a note of thanks for the titanium threads. I grabbed her by the back of her shirt.” Kadina laughed, and Casper erupted into giggles. Opening one eye, I glared at them. I caught Marks grinning face in the rear-view mirror. He was shaking his head at the sounds of silly females.

“It figures I would almost kill myself on the first night at school. Way to go DragonSpire.” I muttered rolling my eyes before closing them once more. My breathing evened out finally, and I could think once more. The creature within me lifted her head and purred with every thought containing Zoric Ravenstone. My suspicion we knew each other before began to take deeper root in my mind.

It seemed like a few minutes later when I pulled myself out of my musings. We were driving through the gates to Glenwood. A huge colonial house came into view, surrounded by manicured lawns and gardens. Stunning was the only word to come to mind. Where Montcastle estate was dark, Glenwood was light. I thought. Standing on the massive front wraparound veranda was a well-dressed woman around the same age as Grandma. Mark pulled to a stop on the wide circular drive at the bottom of the stairs. We piled out when he opened the door.

Kadina’s Grandmother came down the stairs regally, her movements graceful almost flowing. She was incredibly beautiful. Deep brown eyes shone out of a thin angular face. High cheekbones framed by long black tresses. Her hair reached her small tucked in waist.

“Kadina, I thought you were taking the bus, my dear?” The older woman’s voice sounded stern, but her eyes danced with mirth, Kadina grinned impishly.

“These are my friends Casper Montcastle and Francesca DragonSpire. They are living next door with their Grandmother too and they offered me a lift home. I have enough character already. If I get any more, we could be in for some major trouble, Grandma. Like seriously, it could be dangerous. Hello.” She said catching the older woman in a warm hug. Her Grandmother smiled, the tips of her fangs visible.

“It’s nice to meet you, girls, tell your grandmother Tabitha DesCor said hello and not to be a stranger. Monique should not lock herself inside that spooky old place all the time.”

“Yes ma’am,” Casper answered. I leaned back against the side of the car. Mrs DesCor’s gaze zeroed in on me. I stood up straight.

“You wanted to know something, ma’am?” I asked casually. Kadina looked at her grandmother.

“Please, tell Dorian not to be so much of a stranger either, dear. He is a good male, I do miss our conversations. He has a glorious sense of humour.” She said with a small laugh. I smiled.

“He certainly does. I will pass on your message. I am not sure when I will see him next, though. Grandma may know.” I replied hesitantly. Mrs DesCor wound her arm around Kadina’s waist.

“Speaking of Mrs Montcastle, she will have my skin if I don’t get you, ladies, home. If you will excuse us, ma’am.” Mark stated holding the door open beside me. I arched one brow towards my cousin. Casper hurried past me, sliding into the car.

“I’ll see you at rising. After form class, what do we have next?” Kadina called as I slid into the back seat. I unrolled the window as Mark climbed in behind the wheel.

“A double Alchemy, then etiquette. It was a pleasure Mrs DesCor, later Kadina.” I kept the window down, as we drove away. Casper waved out the window until the house disappeared behind the shrubbery.

“Frankie, are you alright? You are more withdrawn than usual. Did something happen tonight?” Casper was frowning over at me. I stared out the open window, the cool wind washing over my face.

“I had words with our witchcraft teacher. It’s not something I feel comfortable talking about, now. Casper, I’m sorry.” I replied stonily. I was thinking again about the creature’s strange reaction to Zoric and the male named Falcon.

The tree-lined drive leading up to the castle again astounded me. Mark pulled the car to a stop at the bottom of the vestibule stairs. Coming around to the side of the car, he opened the door while we collected our bags.

“Thanks, Mark.” I murmured.

“Any time Frankie.” He replied with a smile as we hurried inside. Grandma was nowhere to been seen.

“Good evening, Ladies. Lady Montcastle is working in her study and asked not to be disturbed. Dinner will be served promptly in three hours. I hope you enjoyed your night at school. May I get you anything?” Leon asked. Casper shook her head and ran upstairs.

“I’d love a coffee,” I told him feeling slightly uncomfortable. Leon smiled.

“Would you like me to bring it to you?” He asked. I thought for a moment. Shaking my head.

“No, do you think Cookie would mind if I sat in the kitchen?”

“There is a table by the window, for such an occasion. Right, this way.” Leon motioned for me to follow. I crossed the foyer, through the dining room and into the kitchen. Cookie looked up, a bright welcoming smile crossing her face.

“Miss Frankie! How was your first night at school? Are you hungry, what can I get you?” She asked cheerfully from her place at the island stovetop.

“Miss Frankie would love a coffee, Jensa,” Leon informed her with a smile. Cookie bustled over to a cupboard, took out a mug.

“Milk, sugar?” She called over her shoulder.

“Three sugars, please. No milk, thank you.” I replied. Leon pulled out a chair at the table. I sat timidly. Placing my bag on the table. I pulled out my witchcraft textbook and opened it to the chapter we were to read for homework. A steaming mug of dark brew landed in front of me. Startled, I looked up.

“Thank you, Cookie.”

“You are very welcome.” She said heading back to the stove and her pot of amazing smelling food. I looked up to see Leon sitting across from me, polishing some silver.

“Am I in your way?” I asked him quietly.

“Not at all.” He stated. I nodded and drank my coffee while I read. Once the cup was empty. I stood up. Slinging my bag over my shoulder. I rinsed my cup and slid it into the dishwasher, much to Cookie and Leon’s surprise. Thanking them both. I walked out through the dining room, across the foyer, and up the stairs to my room. I was grateful for more quiet time. I placed my bag carefully on the huge corner desk. I began unbuttoning my shirt as my eyes shifted over the range of books in the bookcase on either side of me. They rose from floor to ceiling, and every conceivable inch was taken up by old and new leather-bound volumes. I shrugged out of my shirt. Crossing the room, I walked into my bathroom tossing the shirt into the washing chute, my socks and skirt soon followed.  I ignored the mirror over the sink. Back in my bedroom, I opened my cupboard. I pulled on a pair of long black track pants and a white shirt; carefully I began to remove my collar. I replaced it with a lightweight, blue scarf making sure my scar was fully covered. I returned to my desk and pulled my books out. I bent to the task set out before me and worked solidly. A knock sounded on my door sometime later, I jumped. Casper was there, she smiled crossing my threshold.

“Dinner is in five Frankie, I thought I would walk down with you. What are you doing?”

“Schoolwork. I wanted to get a head start on my Alchemy, business, and witchcraft studies before I get anymore. I’ve done the witchcraft reading. It might seem dumb to you, but studying helps me relax. I get to have time away from being me.” I replied evenly. Casper stared down at me.

“I don’t think it’s dumb at all. Can you help me study? I suck at it. I have never been able to get the hang of doing it and my grades have been slipping for a while. I need some major attention. I am worried about not passing this year. In the past, I have flown through by the seat of my pants. This year it seems I will have no such luck. I was thinking of asking Grandma for a tutor. I’m kind of embarrassed by the thought of it.” She admitted, leaning one hip against the side of my desk.

“Sure, we can work together after school. We have most of the same classes anyway but talk to Grandma about the tutor if you’re that worried about your grades.” I said as I reached out to shut off the monitor on the awesome computer in front of me, the music stopped automatically. The machine was wicked cool and fast too. I climbed to my feet, catching the time on the old grandfather clock against one wall. It was almost five-thirty in the morning. I followed Casper out my door. Our bare feet made no noise on the stone floor. Casper walked mostly on the rugs scattered here and there. I liked the feel of the cold stone against my soles. A massive emerald green carpet started three meters before the top of the great main staircase. It folded onto each step and continued along the foyer floor to almost the front door.  Leon was standing at the doors to the dining room his green and black suit, fitted perfectly to his frame, he held himself straight and tall.

“Ladies your timing is impeccable, dinner is served.” He stated formally. Casper grinned. I managed a small smile hoping it did not look like a grimace as I passed him into the dining room. I sat across from Casper. My head filled with thoughts about school, my family, and or course Zoric Ravenstone. That male had managed to worm his way into my head like a parasite. I was not sure, if I liked the fact or if I was opposed to it. I looked up in time to see a wadded-up napkin come flying at me from across the table. Casper was staring at me as I plucked it out of the air.

“Frankie, what is up with you tonight? You are off with the fairies and now you are muttering to yourself. What on earth is wrong?” I peered over at my cousin with her flawless skin and her perfect hair I envied her a little for her skin alone. I gently tossed her napkin back; it rolled to a stop hitting the side of her plate.

“Casper leave Francesca alone she has had a long rising. It was her first night at school remember?” I jerked my head sideways. Grandma was sitting at the head of the table, next to me. I had not noticed her as my mind was so submerged in my thoughts. It had been a bad idea to talk to Miss Grimily today. The door in my mind kept opening, showing me flashes of a past I preferred to keep hidden. I wanted to seal the door forever and I needed to be alone to do it, there was no way I was breaking down in front of my cousin or my grandmother.

“Forgive me, Grandma, I’m feeling a bit meh, may I be excused?” I asked her quietly. She frowned down at me her eyes filled with something akin to sadness.

“Of course, my dear. I will have Cookie save your dinner in case you are hungry later.” I looked down at my plate. I had eaten nothing, just swirled my fork around in my mashed potato. I rose slowly and pushed in my chair.

“Yes, thank you, ma’am, I appreciate it,” I replied turning I left the room.

I do not know how I got there. I was just wondering aimlessly throughout the huge house. I crossed through room after room and down several flights of stairs. A thick door before me opened with the slightest touch of my fingers. Somewhere inside me, I knew this room. I pressed a hand to the third brick from the top of the fireplace. Somehow, I had been here before. The wall to the left of me opened with a whisper-soft scrape. Almost the sound you would hear if the air was escaping. Blindly now, I walked down another long stair. Before me in a great cavern lay six raised stone slabs surrounding a great stone fire pit. Ornate chairs carved from the floor rose between the slabs. I crossed the cavern floor and climbed up on one of the huge middle slabs, I sat with my legs crossed. Here I felt safe; here I allowed the nightmarish memories bombard me with terror. I rocked back and forth.

“I’m a DragonSpire, one of three in the world. My linage is descended from dragons. Dragons are said to have been fearless, ferocious creatures. So why am I so bloody AFRAID!” The two stone dragons stood as silent sentinels, towering over me. I stood suddenly and screamed out my torment, yelling at the silent creatures the atrocities done to me throughout my life. I screamed until my voice cracked before dropping back to the slab. I cried my heart out to the cold stone until I could cry no more. There I slept and there my Grandmother found me.

“Dorian, I am so glad you have come. Francesca was acting strangely tonight. This situation is quite curious. How did she get down here?” Monique asked to the deep shadows. Dresdorian DragonSpire rose from his place. Rage lit his red-rimmed eyes like twin dancing flames as he stared down at his sleeping granddaughter. He was unable to speak for a moment.

“At first Monique, I thought she knew I was here. Then it dawned on me as I was about to speak, she was talking to the statues, the dragons. Screaming at them. The children in her old school did unspeakable things to her, and her parents- Monique our children brushed it off, under the carpet saying she deserved it!  I came tonight after a call from an old friend by the name of Grimily. She is a teacher at the school here. She asked me about the scars on my Francesca. I felt a fool! I knew nothing of them. I came at once to see if my girl was alright. I arrived here thinking I would sit a minute or two. I wanted to approach this with caution. This cavern has always given me such solace. To my surprise, Francesca came in and all hell unfolded before me.” Dresdorian gritted his teeth, turning he motioned for Monique to look at my stomach. My grandmother eased up my shirt revealing several names carved deeply and permanently into my skin, the raised scars a bright pink against the pale white of my flesh covered every inch of my abdomen. A larger rounded scar marred the flesh of my side; the mark carried the shape of the DragonSpire coat of arms. Monique recognized it immediately. It was the brand of a fire poker. Over forty years ago, Dorian had given it to Benson as a gift. She sucked in a hissing breath through her lengthening incisors.

“Now look at her throat, Monique. I thought Francesca wore collars and scarves because it looked cool. I was wrong. They tortured her Monique and I was not there to help her. I have failed her.” Dresdorian untied the scarf. Monique Montcastle's knees buckled. Dresdorian caught her with strong arms; he pulled her to his wide chest.

“Oh, gods Dorian what they have done to her? She is just a child. I knew my sister and Holly were mad, but to do this to her child, her only child. It is an abomination.” Monique cried softly clutching at him. Dorian peered back down at me.

“I smell Montcastle all over this, this time you will not save her Monique. Selene has done her dash. Out of laziness, I have allowed her to live, no longer will she torment my Francesca.” He snarled, incisors fully extended. Monique shivered a sliver of fear sliding down her spine. Dresdorian was scary enough normally, his power was unmatched. Furious, the male was a remarkable sight. Though as angry as he was, his hands were gentle as he scooped me into his arms.

“I will put her to bed Monique; Francesca will wake up sore and scared if she stays down here. Our granddaughter will never fear again.” He growled.

“You said a teacher at school called you. I doubt Francesca volunteered the information regarding her parent’s abuse. How did Grimily come to hear of it?” Monique asked curiously. She led the way back up into the house.

“She said, she recognised the look in Francesca’s eyes. A look she sees every rising when she peers in the mirror. So, she asked Francesca what caused the shadows in her eyes and after a fashion, our Granddaughter answered her. She was horrified and called me the moment Francesca left the classroom. She told me to avenge my granddaughter or she would.”  Dorian replied.

“How did we not know Dorian?” Monique whispered.

“Because we were not paying attention! When I look back at my visits, my memories are beginning to make sense. Francesca did not know where the downstairs powder room was. In her own house. I was not permitted upstairs or to stay the night. She would sit in an uncomfortable wooden chair to one side of the room and not move until told to. Francesca did not even know the names of the staff. She asked me to purchase her a post box, so she could receive mail away from the house. I assumed she was corresponding with a male and didn’t want her father finding out, I figured if it was serious she would tell us. I have been so blind Monique.” He whispered as laid me in my bed; pulling my covers up to my chin, he kissed my forehead.

“Sleep well my little one. I will ever allow them to harm you again.” I curled deeper into my blankets and dreamed of nothing.