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"What did you do?" Nithya demanded quietly as Senka passed her, on her way into the classroom, "I could sense you doing it sixty miles away!" Senka gave Nithya an innocent look but received a glower for her efforts.

"Senka, welcome. Please take a seat," Nithya said at a normal, human volume, "You can be my helper should I need you." Senka gave her sister a dirty look and moved toward a window seat in the second row.

She was the third person to arrive. The rest of the class filed in gradually. Lucas arrived on his own when about half the class were there. All of Senka's row was empty. The whispers had already spread about how she - the new girl - had beaten, fifty times fighting champion, Drake with a single flick. No one was near her but with her hearing she knew what they were all saying.

Nithya did, too.

She glared at Senka briefly, as if saying: well done, idiot, before welcoming Lucas and telling him to sit down. Lucas' eyes fell on Senka.

Please, don't sit next to me, she willed. so what did he do? Went to sit in the empty chair next to her. Naturally.

Fantastic, Senka thought. She shot Nithya a pleading look but Nithya just shook her head slightly.

"Oh no," she said so only Senka's ears could hear, "You can suffer the consequences of your actions. Just hope this is the worst you have to deal with!" Senka snarled quietly as Lucas sat down. He glanced, anxiously, at her but she ignored him.

Eventually, the whole class was there. When one of Drake's friends turned up, she sneered at Lucas and Senka. Senka glared back fiercely and she paled.

The girl's eyes flickered to Nithya and they widened. Her eyes darted back and forth between the sisters, noting the similarities. They'd never been in the same room before in front of other students (with the exception of Lucas) and so no one had known they were related. This girl had picked up on it instantly.

So not all human's are oblivious, Senka thought. It was difficult to ignore the odd, bad, feeling she had around Lucas. She was trying though. He didn't make it easy to ignore him.

"That's Loralei, she's Drake's girlfriend," Lucas whispered to Senka. She ignored him completely, restraining from rolling her eyes. Geez, do a human a favour and suddenly they think your their hero and best friend. She'd only helped him because she hated violence and particularly hated people hurting others for no reason other than to fight.

At least, she thought that was the only reason...

Nithya started talking then. Introducing herself, apologising for boring them by talking about expectations, blah, blah, blah. Despite her boring topic for the first lesson, she had the class captivated. Nithya had always been like that. People listened and respected her. They respected Senka, too, but Nithya was more responsible and reasonable...

Senka zoned out, staring out the window; daydreaming.

"Any questions?" Nithya finished her speech, snapping Senka's attention back to the lesson.

"Miss Crossfire," Loralei put her hand up, "How are you and, Senka," Loralei twisted the name like it was a dirty word, "Related?"

"That is not relevant to my subject, Loralei," Nithya said gently, "Senka is a student and I am a teacher. The only relevant relationship we have is that of a teacher and student."

Lucas raised his hand, "Have you taught previously?" Senka saw her sister tense slightly, they both recalled their conversation in the cafe.

"I've been a TA at a primary school for a year," Nithya said. That was true, Senka smiled briefly, she was a primary school teacher for a year in 1892 and then again in 1948. Oh, and don't forget that year in 1973! Unforgettable!

"Then we moved here and now I am a fully qualified teacher," Nithya concluded, "Anything else? If not then we'll start with a sample test question today so I can get a feel of where you all are."

Senka sighed. It was going to be a long day.

***

"Could you have picked a more boring question? You know, one you haven't taught about three hundred times before?" Senka grumbled as she walked out the door. Nithya rolled her eyes.

"If you have a problem with the syllabus I'm sure you can always come back at lunchtimes so we can study something extra," Nithya said, lightly.

"Ah, no thanks, Miss Crossfire. I'll do," Senka replied and hastily left the room. She had just one more lesson then it would be the end of the school day.

How can one hour seem so long to someone who's lived over one hundred years? It never fails to amaze me, Senka thought.

"Hey! Sen!" Senka turned to see a girl called Sunny running towards her. Sunny had approached her on the first day and shown her around. Senka liked the girl, sure, but she hated the nickname Sunny had given her. She didn't have the heart to say anything though. Sunny lived up to her name, cheery and kinda sweet. It felt almost criminal dimming that light inside her.

"Hello, Sunny," Senka greeted her. Just then they heard a snort.

"Figures, you're friends with that little thing," Loralei said. Senka spun around to see her standing with Drake. He had his arm wrapped around Loralei's waist. Senka was satisfied to see a bruise forming on the side of his face.

"Don't call her a 'thing'," Senka said coolly, "She's human, isn't she?"

"Oh I see," Loralei rolled her eyes, "You think you're some sort of Guardian Angel."

"Hell no!" Senka snapped. You would not like to meet an Angel, hon.

"Come on, you're friends with the weak. The little thing here, the freak Lucas. You could be powerful here - you're gorgeous, strong and smart, I won't deny it - but, instead, you go around helping those who are pathetic and make enemies of us who could give you a powerful position here." Senka's mouth quirked up into a half smile.

"I've got plenty of power thanks," Senka said then turned to Drake, "Hey, Dude, who gave you the bruise?" Sunny giggled.

Drake and Loralei glared and then Eae appeared.

"What's going on here? Shouldn't you all be in... in lessons?" Eae faltered as he took in the glare Senka was giving the two 'lovebirds'. Senka grabbed Sunny's arm and dragged the small girl away; muttering insults in an ancient demonic tongue.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Sunny asked. Senka smiled at her.

"I was talking in my own private language - it's called nonsense," Senka replied. Sunny smiled back.

"I'm glad you're on my side Sen," Sunny admitted, "I definitely never want to be on the receiving end of your glares."

"You haven't seen anything, Sunny, my dear, you haven't seen the best I can do," Senka sighed. And you never will.

The End

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