...of our darkness

Angel was tired. He\'d been awake all night because Nnena was once again trying to make her way into his bed and into the position of power in the pack. She was getting increasingly more aggravating as time went on and he knew that he\'d have to deal with her soon. He sighed, he really wasn\'t ready for an inter-pack war right now. He\'d have to deal with her gently, or however gently he could, the girl had a tendency to only listen when he was yelling.



Finishing up the last button on his shirt, he looked at himself in the mirror and could hardly recognize himself. The khote had scheduled a meeting at one of the best magic schools in the world,and as the heir it was his responsibility to tag along no matter how tired he was.



"Ready pup?"



He looked up to see the smiling human face of his cousin and best friend Donovan. "I\'m always ready," He turned and tried to smother the laugh that tried to escape at the look of his cousin\'s outfit. He was wearing black suit pants, a bright hawaiian print button down and black strap on combat boots. He looked ridiculous.



"What?" Donovan frowned.



"You cant wear that to the school."



"Why not?" his frown deepened, and Angel grinned. "Stop laughing at me, what is it?"



"Wheres the rest of the suit? Or the khaki\'s that go with the shirt?" Donovan shrugged and walked over to the bed and collapsed backwards onto it.



"So, do you think this will work?"



"I don\'t know. I mean we aren\'t humans, but we seem to need to get along with them. " Angel called out from the closet where he was looking for something a little more suitable for his cousin to wear.



"Im not so sure everyone is going to accept this so willingly."



"Of course not, we\'ve been doing it our way for years, hiding away from the population in the forests, or parks isolated from the humans. It was great, i\'ll give you that, but we didn\'t have to worry about them cutting down our trees or taking away our food source." Angel mumbled walking out of the closet with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and shoes for Donovan to wear.



"Here-" Donovan grabbed the clothes and frowned, but proceeded to put them on. Angel took Donovan\'s place on his bed and lie back. THe whole reason that they were even at FGU was because Isaac decided they\'d done enough hiding. It was time to acclimate themselves into the human culture and the first step was to get the whole pack, and clan as a whole educated. Although all the cubs were taught by the elders the history of the clan and all that they remembered, there were still things missing. Being able to successfully blend in with humans being the most prevalent.



"Yea well, whether we need it or not its gonna happen cause its khote decree."



Angel didn\'t respond, mostly because he didn\'t need to. He and Donovan were litter mates, or at least they were raised together after birth. His uncle was gracious enough to allow him to live and nurse with his own cubs. He and Donovan couldn\'t have been closer, had they been from the same womb.



"Ready"



"Yep. Lets get this over with." Angel straightened his pants and walked toward the door. Pausing, he looked back over his shoulder. "You have on shoes right? Real ones; with laces?"



Donovan groaned.



"They\'re in the closet." Angel called after him, grinning. Donovan was definitely having a harder time at pretending than he was. "If you don\'t remember how to tie them, just text me i\'ll be downstairs waiting with Isaac." Quickly vacating the suite he closed the door right in time to hear Don, yelling behind him.



"Tie them? Text?! Angel!"



He ran for the stairs, he wasn\'t so sure about the elevator yet, moving steel boxes suspended by tiny cables still weren\'t practical to him. Even though he knew if something happened it probably wouldn\'t kill him, growing back bones hurt like a bitch. Humans may have come a very long way, but they were still wickedly stupid creatures.







The restaurant had been busy all day and legend was tired and it was only 7. She didn\'t get off until 9 and rhiannon would probably make her close anyway. She hadn\'t gotten very much sleep the night before, shed had another dream about angel.



Even though she knew he was nothing but a figment of her overactive imagination but she couldn\'t help but think about him. There was something strange about those dreams , something that she was missing. There had to be some reason why she always dreamed of the same person. She never dreamt about herself, only him.



"Legend!"



She turned around so quickly she dropped the stack of plates she was holding.



Shit! "Yes Rhiannon?" She mumbled staring down at the mass of broken ceramics at her feet.



"Can\'t you ever do anything right?" She screeched coming further into the kitchen. Waving her hand in a sweeping motion the plates automatically began finding their consecutive pieces and mending back together. Rhiannon sighed, sweeping a large pale hand through her thick golden hair.



"Shanaid is sick I need you in the dining room."



Legend gaped for a minute, shed never been allowed to work in the dining rooms before. Although shed been working there the longest she had never been let out of the kitchen unless it was to clean the bathrooms of course.



"Now".



"Yes ma\'am."



"Your going to be handling the guest tables with me today so I can keep an eye on you. Please try not to make a total idiot of yourself. "



The dining rooms, as they were affectionately dubbed by the students were a series of rooms all connected to a center room. Each room was three walled and opened to the median or center room. The objective is for everyone to be able to see whomever was dining in the median.

The rooms were furnished in order to represent the 5 elements, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, and Spirit. Spirit being the most rare of the elements, and Earth being the most common.



Walking into the KUC, Legend glimpsed Ceddrick\'s curly platinum blonde hair from the door. The contrast to his cinnamon skin made him look somewhat etherial. His skin seemed to glow, no wonder people flocked to him, men and women. As if he felt her gaze, which she didn\'t doubt for a second ( magic manifests itself in people in many different ways), he looked her way, smiled and gave her a questioning look . Shrugging she followed Rhiannon into the Spirit median.



The silvers and purples of the spirit room seemed to be much more beautiful when it was filled with people. It was almost as if the rooms were alive and reacting to the people within them. Walking past the other tables Legend began to tense. There was just something setting off all her internal \'turn tail and run\' alarms on natural disaster. She prayed for grace as she headed toward the guest table, the last thing she needed was to spill a drink, or worse hot soup in some rich man\'s lap.



Legend looked over the occupants of the table and she paused. Of course there was the usual group that always ate with the guests namely the Dean, the director of student affairs and a few faculty members, but the ones that made her stop were the four men at the table. They all had the same curious chocolate skin tone that seemed to glow, which in turn made the color more of an amber. They were all exceptionally handsome, well the three facing her were, the last sat with his back to her.



"Ahh Rhiannon, how are you today my dear?" Dean Martin asked smiling up at her. He didn\'t so much as glance in Legend\'s direction.



"I\'m great Dean, and you?"



"Wonderful, wonderful, allow me to introduce you to our guests, this is Isaac Slade, his sons, Donovan and Dixon, and his nephew-"



"Uhh yea, Pierce" The one with his back toward her interrupted gruffly. His voice was deep and full. It made her think of the sound of two boulders crashing together, she shuddered.



"Yes, Pierce. Gentlemen, this is one of our more advanced students, Rhiannon. She is a third year, level eight fire witch." Legend rolled her eyes and tried to refrain from gagging at the fact that everyone was always praising Rhiannon.



Each of the men nodded to her in that infuriating way that men always do, and she proceeded to ask for orders. When everyone began to recite their food choices Rhiannon gave her a look, that she knew only meant for her to get out there and write them down. Legend sighed and walked further into the room and stood almost directly behind the fourth stranger.



Almost immediately she saw him tense, almost as if he was readying himself for a fatal blow. Well, she thought, never seen anyone react like that before. She just decided that maybe he wasn\'t aware she was in the room and since she was staring at him he could probably feel her presence behind him.



"Hello, may i take your orders please?"



"Ahh senorita Carlita, i did not see you there." Legend blushed as all eyes swung toward her. She hated when her spanish professor called her out, but the woman always seemed to do it.



"Legend, how are you?" She looked up slightly, and caught the piercing gaze of steely grey eyes. The moulton mercury of his eyes seemed to reach out and her breath caught in her throat. Those eyes.

"Legend?"



"-Oh yes ma\'am, i\'m fine professor how are you?" she responded trying to keep her voice steady, she tore her eyes away from his and looked onto the classically beautiful face of, Dr. Mary Koles, her favorite english professor.



Dr. K, as her students affectionately called her, smiled gently and looked over the table toward where Legend\'s gaze was continually straying. " Dean Martin, this is Legend More. She\'s one of my nost gifted students-" Rhiannon snorted. "Her poems about her flowers are incredibly retroactive. She\'s practically the Jane Austen of poems." She gushed. Legend tried not to frown, she could feel Rhiannon staring daggers at her back.



"Thanks, professor-" She tried to downplay," Is anyone ready to order?"



"Si, Senorita Carlita is beautiful with her words yes? Her flowers as well." Professor Shohadaee, ignored her, as usual.



"Ah yes," Dean Martin sneered. "The one who makes perfect flowers. How nice." Rhiannon tried to stifle a giggle, or she didn\'t try. "I\'ll have a coke if you dont mind."



"Yes, Legend, take the drink orders, I\'m sure our guests dont have time to hear about flowers." Rhiannon said, throwing her long not quite real blonde hair over her shoulder. A quite rumble reached her ears, but obviously no one else heard it. She quickly took a glance at the right side of the table and... he was staring at her!



Legend\'s eyes immediately went to the pad in her hand, she stared at the red lines on the tiny hand held notebook concentrating on writing down the drink orders as they came, and trying not to cry. She couldnt really blame Rhiannon or Dean Martin because of their prejudice against her, because they\'d come from another world. The life they lived was only a dream to her, a place where money was abundant and magic flowed through their blood for so long it was hard to trace it back. She was only a spontaneous occurance. Maybe her mother had walked past a ley line or something when she was pregnant, but whatever she\'d done had given her powers that she was hated for. Whether it be because she had them, or because she didnt have enough of them.



Quickly taking down the drink orders, she kept her head down as she made her way back to the kitchen. She cautiously took one last look toward the table before she shut the door, and found him once again staring at her. Why was he staring? Where had she seen those eyes?







An: Hello everyone! Hope you enjoy part one. If you do; or if you dont please review and tell me what you think! Thanks!