The Original Character Roleplaying High School

"I know," whined Seraphim meekly. "I'm just a loser with issues." She rubbed her eye and did her best to look normal.

Seraphim stared at Darcia a moment, then burst out laughing, the first real laugh she'd had all day. "A mate? Really, Darcia? This is high school! I don't want kids or that stuff yet!"

"Really now? That's interesting." No one had tried to scare him his first day, but of course, he'd only come last year after accidentally murdering another student in his wolf form. He still blamed himself--had he made sure the door was barred better beforehand, the boy at the boarding school might not have died. "You know, I think I did hear something about a ghost girl haunting the halls last year. I personally don't buy it."

Seraphim felt herself blush. "W-well, when you put it that way, Darcia, I guess it makes sense but... But I don't think I'd be ready to have kids yet. I mean, that's a really long commitment, you know?" She smiled and Rena. "If you're rambling, so am I." She laughed again.

"I believe in ghosts," Eliot corrected her, "just not that there's one here." After being turned into a werewolf, he believed in just about anything. Vampires, ghosts, aliens... It didn't really matter. If a real werewolf could exist, why not these beings? The only reason that he didn't believe there was one here was because his wolf senses hadn't tingled about it in the two years he'd been there. Sure, there was a girl last year who had no smell like this girl (or so the wolf told him frankly), but she probably just wasn't bathing in perfume every five seconds like the other girls.

Eliot laughed. "Most people make that mistake at the beginning of the year with the year before's date, not a ten year mistake." He thought that was funny and kind of cute, while the wolf inside him growled some warning. This was just too weird to the wolf, who was far smarter than Eliot was sometimes.

"Did something important happen in 2000?" he asked, remembering something his mother, the super rich and famous doctor, had said once.

"I'm human too, you know," Seraphim said, completely oblivious of her true form as an angel. "These wings are fake, see?" She tugged off the costume wings to show them. "I just like them. I guess I'm a bit of a geek." She laughed. She wouldn't mention her weird powers yet. She didn't want them knowing she could heal people.

"It would be great to fly," Seraphim said wistfully. "To be able to see farther than anyone else and touch the sky, to have so much freedom. "I wish I could fly like that."

"Eh?" That made no sense. Maybe there was something to her not smelling like anything, after all. "You don't seem like an ox at all," he said, recovering quickly. I would've thought you a boar or a dog."

Eliot frowned after the girl. Something was wrong with her, and it didn't take the wolf snarling at him to know it this time. He finished his lunch quickly and went to the library. There, he logged onto a computer and clicked around the internet until he found the article he was looking for. He'd remembered his father buying the land after a fire, and if he remembered correctly... there it was. Two people had died in that fire. A man and his fifteen-year-old daughter had burned to death. He frowned. Lucy was that age, and if she were fifteen ten years ago... That would make her an ox, as Lucy claimed.

But was it possible? Could Lucy really be a ghost? It was as possible as being a werewolf. He'd have to confront her sometime, but how to do it without offending her?

"Oh, Okay," Seraphim said. She glanced at Darcia. While she was far more comfortable with the wolf-boy now, she still didn't want to be left alone with him. "Wait for me." She popped what remained of her lunch in her mouth and grabbed her things. "Um, would you like to join us?" she asked Darcia.