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Hold me til morning
Love me right now
Catch me, I'm falling An rp between me and phantompocky
THE SILVER PENTAGRAM
By
Bee
And
Phantompocky
The silver pentagram held itself loosely upon it's chain in front of the whiteboard where the esteemed Professor Chester stood. He had found the thing on campus and thought that it would be time to tell his students the issues of racial controversy with the "newly discovered" races of wolf...something within a mixed bread of lupine and sapiens. A human and a wolf in itself...more commonly called the werewolf in horror and fantasy stories. To find such a trinket on campus was odd, to Velvet's understanding. She could never know who was a werewolf, and who wasn't. She was scanning the room for eyes that caught onto the pentagram like hers. It was possible that the silver and symbol would attract the others like her, and maybe she could tell...she could not. So Velvet directed her green eyes toward the necklace, finding the silver and pentagram to be ironic in a sense. Silver was like acid to a wolf, it could burn through their skin and melt their blood, whereas a pentagram was the symbol of a werewolf's victim. She had seen her mother drawing these in her early years.
"You see students, now we know of the race, lupine-sapiens...the werewolf. They are not entirely fiction. We know that there are racial tensions..." Velvet drowned out his voice, no one else would care why she would. All she was waiting for was for the class to end already; she'd thought college would be much better than high school.
Aaron sat there, he sighed, this class seemed to drag on forever, and werewolves, not necessarily the most interesting subject in history, but better then the actual class, besides that pentagram reminded him of some one, he looked over at Velvet, a small smile made its way to his face, she was different, now that he could say how, but she was. He brushed his blonde bangs out of his face, his green eyes twinkling merrily.
The professor glanced at his watch then at the clock in the back of the room. "You're dismissed class, be sure to study..." Velvet only listened to the dismissed part and she began to gather her stuff, random doodles littered her paper, among them a pentagram itself...among them a picture of a wolf. Another student came over, her black hair shoulder length, but she swished it behind her shoulder anyway. "Aren't you the popular girl?"
Velvet raised an eyebrow, usual; girls like her wouldn't interact with her. She continued to put her stuff away, "How so?"
"I caught a pretty boy by the name of Aaron staring at you," Velvet couldn't help but wonder at how the girl who normally added curse words to everything could possibly say two complete sentences without profanity. "What do you think about him?"
"He has an unusual eye color..." she spoke without hesitation, in truth, she'd noticed Aaron too but she didn't think too hard about it.
"He has the same eye color as you though...green," the girl replied and Velvet froze. She had to go and open her mouth, of course no one would have gray eyes, and her color blindness set her back yet again.
Aaron got up, he noticed the young lady walk over to Velvet he walked over to them. "Is something wrong here?" He asked. "Velvet are you alright?" He blinked; it’s really this easy to talk to her?
"Things are fine Aaron," she answered her classmate, feeling herself grow hot under both of their gazes. The girl seconded the notion, leaving in a frenzied fan girl drunken-ness glancing again at the pentagram; she saw Professor Chester had left the pentagram hanging from the hanger, it dangled along the whiteboard. Perhaps she'd take a look...it was innocent enough. Velvet had totally forgotten that Aaron was still with her, of all people.
He smiled at her. "The pentagram interests you too, don’t it?" He asked, he was so glad it was this easy to talk to her. Normally he was nervous around young ladies.
"Well I suppose," she nearly jumped three feet in the air. Velvet turned the pentagram over in her hands; if she wasn't a mix between a werewolf and a wolf maybe she wouldn't have been able to touch it. If she were in her wolf form...would it really burn her...or was she still protected by her human blood? "Werewolves and wolves, an interesting lesson for a history class, don't you think? The next full moon is in...Three days? Maybe we'll get to see if we have any in this class." She smiled at her own inside ironic joke, Velvet looked at him, his green eyes were a gray to her, but her own green eyes were also a gray, so she really didn't care...he was quite popular among the ladies as well.
Aaron smiled at her. "It certainly was, does it interest you? I love the full moon it’s so pretty, and yes I suppose we could....it would be interesting to say the least." He paused before asking his next question. "Can I walk you home?'
She thought about two things before answering the question. The first was if her mother had decided to come visit, who could be lounging on the porch swing in her wolf form, or the mother who pranced outside to call her daughter in because they were going to the pack that day to see her father. The second was the other girls in the school seeing her walking home with Aaron...she'd take the risk. He intrigued her; there weren't many guys that would be interested in such a subject. "I live...alone...kind of, so it'll be nice to have company." It was the truth though, it was her apartment, but the apartment was bought by the pack who decided that this was where they would room the werewolves. There weren't many, however, that decided to go to college; they'd rather stay with the pack. She held up the pentagram to the window, she had to admit she wanted to keep it in its entire splendor, but in the end she hung it back up above the white board. "Should we go?"
He smiled. "Just let me get my bag...." He noticed her looking at the pentagram. "I can make you one, if you want me too, but not out of silver, I'm out of silver." It was a hobby of his to make jewelry, he wanted to make some for her, he normally just made it for family, mostly his mother, and sometimes his sisters, or his cousins.
She looked at him, and then smiled gently, "That’s being nice, and silver...I wasn't looking at it for the cost, if that's what you meant. I just thought it was ironic," Velvet hesitated, did she really want to give up the weakness of her pack and any other pack out there to him? "The professor failed to say that the pentagram is a symbol of a werewolf...or that silver was like poison." The second part was said lowly, she'd hoped that she didn't place her trust in him all in vain
He looked at her. "So you know a lot about werewolves, do you?" he smiled. "I've actually found them quiet fascinating myself, I think they really exist." He opened his locker, a gold necklace hung there, there was a small pentagram hanging on it as well. "That was the first one I made, the second I made is hanging there....but I didn't think I should take it."
"Oh?" she had responded to his conjecture of her kind being alive, then she glanced at the pentagram, the same smile from before was mirrored as it slid onto her face, then when she looked at the other one she cocked her head to the side slightly...something someone once related back to what a dog would do when he or she was confused or curious, and in a way...she was a dog. Wolf...canine family, not much of a difference. "Why not? It belongs to you doesn't it?" Moving her tote to hang on her shoulder she felt a bit sorry for Aaron, he'd found her race--or rather her ancestry to be fascinating but he was so far away from it. She'd be the closest he got to it.
Aaron looked at her he smiled kindly at her. "Yes it does, but I figure if I leave it up, maybe we can actually have an interesting history lesson." He smiled and took the gold one down. "Here, for you....since your so intrested on this subject, would you mind if we stopped by my house real quick.”
"Hm? Sure, isn't your house just on the way anyway? I thought I saw you walking that way once," Velvet wondered vaguely if he owned a car, but that thought was a bit further away than the next. Why was he so interested in werewolves? Still she couldn't help but smile at gesture, the first pentagram. She'd put a chain on it when she got home. "Have you ever seen a real wolf?" her question was innocent enough, "We should go out sometime so that you can see one of the local packs," not her own of course, and not up close...but far far away, she wasn't responsible for what the other clan decided to do.
He smiled gently. "Yes it is on the way. Once, when I was a little boy, and my family was camping, I got lost out in the woods, and their was this wolf, silver and black. She was very pretty, it was strange, most people would think that a wolf would hurt them, but I thought she was there to protect me." He smiled at the memory. "Led me back to my camp."Never let go
Hold me til morning
Love me right now
 Darkened_Queen_Of_Hearts · Thu May 15, 2008 @ 05:50pm · 0 Comments |
