'The Angel who Thwarts Demons'Mature

Senka watched her sister leave. Anger bubbled up inside her. A small part of her realised the truth of Nithya's words but it was being drowned out the larger part that was sick of just sitting around. Senka hated death but she also hated not doing anything for the survival of their kind.

She also didn't like the fact that her sister kept treating her like a child.

She was anything but. After all, she was three thousand, one hundred and seventy-six.

Senka took a deep breath and stared at her hands on the table; forcing herself to calm down. Nithya was right about one thing: Senka was very impulsive and when angry she was even more so.

They really couldn't afford to make mistakes.

Once slightly calmer, Senka raised her eyes and glanced at the boy Nithya had spotted earlier. He truly did seem engrossed in his book. Had he heard anything? It seemed unlikely but still...

She examined him closely. Brown hair, brown or hazel eyes (she couldn't see properly at that angle), tall-ish and well built.

 Senka stood up and started to leave. As she passed his table, she saw the top of some school books in his bag. Lucas Roe. Senka had been raised to believe that a name could tell you a lot about a person and 'Roe' (if she remembered correctly) meant shyness, speed and hunting. It had something to do with 'deer' as well. Senka smiled slightly; Nithya would be scolding her for not paying attention to her lecture on names.

As Senka brushed past Lucas Roe, his eyes lifted and the same thing that passed between her sister and him now passed between them. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up on end and chills shivered down her spine. Senka frowned at the boy and he lowered his gaze; his furious blush contrasting sharply with his slightly olive-toned skin.

Senka stepped outside and the harsh wind whipped at her face, blowing her dark red hair in her eyes. Amongst Demons, their jade colour was never found outside the respected Crossfire family. That's how other Demons recognised them and knew to ask the sisters for help.

Senka sighed and walked off in search of Nithya.

***

"Remind me why I'm here again?" Senka hissed to Nithya (or rather Miss Wells, teacher of Critical Thinking), "You'd think after nearly one hundred years of the same syllabus, they'd come up with something new! When Darwin came up with the Theory of Natural Selection, I thought we'd had a breakthrough! I could've sought him out and kissed him! For about ten years it was interesting; now it's equally as boring as everything else!"

"Hush, Senka," Nithya giggled then appraised her sister, "And here I thought you'd be complaining about the uniform not the lessons."

"Don't get me started on this hideous thing," Senka gestured to the knee-length, grey dress. Senka also was forced to wear a yellow cardigan, buttoned up, to cover her burning cross tattoo.

The burning cross was the family's (unoriginal) symbol. When a Demon reached the age of nineteen, their family symbol was tattooed onto their skin: above the heart. The Crossfire cross was intricately detailed and each person chose a different colour. Nithya chose blood red to symbolise her family's blood that had been spilt and Senka chose dark purple to symbolise the family's nobility and leadership.

"You shouldn't insult the school dress code in front of a teacher," Nithya chastened lightly, with a wicked grin. Senka stuck her tongue out, childishly.

"You have no idea how easy you have it," Senka gestured to Nithya's very respectable ensemble. She wore a knee-length, navy blue skirt and a lime-green sweatshirt; both made of a clingy material that covered most of her body.

The two sisters had assumed their roles for three days now. Senka filling the role of an A-Level student and Nithya taking the role of a teacher. Just so she could annoy her sister, Senka had chosen Critical Thinking as well as Religious Studies (it never failed to amuse her), Latin and Biology. She aced Latin more than the others - after all, she'd lived in a time when it was the native tongue.

Abruptly, Nithya's face grew serious and lost its smile. "You've felt it, too, haven't you?" she said, too quiet for Human ears. Senka nodded, grimly. There were traces all over the school. Senka's instincts screamed at her, telling her to get the Hell away from there, but if the sisters left as suddenly as they'd arrived, they'd draw unwanted attention to themselves.

Senka saw that Nithya's face had grown rather dark. Senka hated it when her older sister withdrew into herself so much.

"Guess what you've got this afternoon!" Senka said in a sing-song voice, trying to lighten the mood.

"What?" Nithya asked, looking startled.

"Me!" Senka teased, "Double Critical Thinking, aren't you the lucky one?"

"Oh, yes, without a doubt, " Nithya muttered, "Why don't you just kill me now and have done with it?"

"Aw, I'm not that bad," Senka grinned.

"That's what you think," Nithya's lips twitched, "But in this instance, you're right. You're not that bad."

"Thank you," Senka smiled.

"You're worse," Nithya added. Senka glowered at her but then her attention was diverted by two people colliding; a teacher and a student with brown hair. It was Lucas Roe again. The Crossfires exchanged glances and moved over to assist. The teacher had a gentle face and was dismissing Lucas's apologies.

"Don't worry about it," the teacher was saying. He saw Nithya and Senka approaching and smiled.

"Ah, Miss Wells and..?"

"Miss Wells, funnily enough," it was the agreed alias. 'Crossfire' was hardly inconspicuous when trying to hide from Angels. "We're sisters, can't you tell?" Senka raised an eybrow and Nithya nudged her.

"Be polite," she scolded, "Mr Eae, this is my little sister: Senka."

"Who're you calling 'little'?" Senka muttered then realisation hit her and she glanced at the teacher, "'Eae'? As in 'The Angel who Thwarts Demons'?"

"Right," Mr Eae laughed, a little stiffly. Both sisters smiled at the irony. "Do you take Religious Studies, Miss Wells?"

"Unfortunately," Senka said almost silently. More loudly she said, "Yes, Sir."

"Me, too," Lucas spoke up and flushed a deep red. The three of them turned to face him; Nithya indifferent, Eae smiling and Senka cold. She still remembered the shivers she'd felt the other day when their eyes had met.

"Do you three know each other?" Mr Eae asked, cheerfully.

"From afar," Senka answered, shortly, "Come on, Nith- Miss Wells, or we'll be late."

"It seems you and Mr. Roe have several lessons together," Eae stated.

"What?" Senka whirled back around.

"Lucas takes Critical Thinking," Eae informed them.

"Oh, good," Nithya said, enthusiastically, "I hope you'll enjoy it."

"Oh, good..." Senka muttered, sarcastically

The End

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