Joined: 12 Jul 2008
*You must be a student at OTHS.
*You must be at least a first year.
*You can’t be a shape-shifter or werewolf.
*You must posses at least one power, or be a vampire or witch.
*He/She must only answer questions an Immortal asks.
*You must train your Guide—you'l have a class on this.
*You can date, and or, befriend your Guide, but it is looked down on.
Enjoy your Guide!
---Kestrel, OTHS Priestess
I sit down next to one of my friends here, Kenzi Michaels. She’s tall and slender with
springy strawberry blonde curls and bright green eyes. She’s very depressed, or, well,
she acts like she is. She’s emotionless.
She’s like my twin. Although our differences are apparent—I’m short with
red-brown hair, dark almond black eyes, and a huge smile—plus, the fact is that I’m
just so happy all the time. Well, when you think about, we aren’t twins just the same.
My first year at OTHS. I wouldn’t be here if Kenzi wouldn’t have seen me on TV.
I’ve killed someone. It was on accident, though. It went sort of like this:
I’m sitting at the desk in the living room of my house, on the computer trying
to complete this detention homework I got two days ago. Seriously. My school’s shit.
Dad and Mom are gone somewhere out on the sea in a cruise. My aunt ‘spose to be
staying with me, her high, crack addict self. But, she got high and forgot me. Too bad. I
know how to cook, clean, and do everything. So I smile and grin and get over it.
Someone knocks on the door. “Come in,” I call, thinking it’s my aunt.
Instead, this guy walks in. He’s pale white with balding black hair and skinny as
hell. He’s ugly as hell, too. He grins. “Where’s your parents, little girl?” His
grin and voice is sinister.
“In their room. Mom!” I call. “Can I help you?”
He waits for Mom to call back. She doesn’t. She won’t. She’s not here. He grins.
“Let me show you what I do to liars.”
My heart races wildly. My voice is beyond calm, though. “Let me show you what I do to
rapist,” I ay cheerfully. What do I do to them? I gently finger the butcher knife in my
I’m definitely not a killer. I’m too sweet for it. Too nice. I’m too calm. But,
survival of the fittest.
The man crosses the room in two strides. He smiles at me. Again, sinister. I stay
calmly down. Don’t have a gun. Don’t have a gun. Never bring a knife to a gun fight. I
wheel backwards and go upstairs. I hear something cock. I turn around slowly to see a gun
pointing my way. Pistol. Crap.
“Little girl, I suggest you come back down here. If not, I won’t hesitate to shoot
you now,” he says grinning. “And, you’ll do whatever I say. Now first, where’s the
Dead-on about rapist. Well, maybe he’ll do his thing and leave me alone. Doubt it. I
shiver and walk back downstairs slowly, leading him in the direction of the guest room.
He smiles and grabs me. I stiffen. Then, anger rushes through me.
Not regular anger like you’re mad and whatnot. No, I’m pissed. Seriously pissed. I
wanted to hurt him. Kill him. The anger was white-hot, blinding, and burning. I clutch his
arms. He mistakes my anger for pleasure and start to pull off at my shirt.
I growl at him. Fierce. Again, he thinks it’s pleasure. I dig my nails into his arms,
pulling up skin. Stupid, stupid, stupid, asshole! “Get your f’in filthy hands off of
me!” I scream.
He laughs, but the sound stops to a choked-up gurgle. I He drops the gun and clutches
at his stomach. I pick the gun up, staring distastefully at it. I hate weapons. The
butcher knife was simply for protection.
He starts to cough. He stands up. “Pretty girl, you want to give me that gun back
don’t you,” he says sweetly.
“Whaddya think I am? Ten? No, I’m fourteen! Get a life you perverted bastard!” I
scream. Please hear me neighbors.
He laughs. “Give it here.”
He touches my arm again. The gun trembles in my hand. I don’t know how to use this. I
clench my teeth and focus on the gun. Please work. Please work. Instead of actually
shooting, the gun bends. I stare at in shock, then look back up at the guy who’s staring
at me oddly.
My eyes open wide. He touches my arm, but I try to bend his hands. Instead, he drops to
the floor screaming. The smell of burnt hair is oddly present. I grab the phone and punch
Yeah, it was pretty bad at the time. This was the after party, you could say. *Evil
The police ask me questions. I’m not really there. I killed someone. I don’t
even know how I did it.
“Salem? Are you okay?” the woman asks gently. “Honey, I know you’re scared, but
what’s your parent’s number?”
I mumble the number quietly. I’m shivering though it’s about seventy in this room.
My parents don’t care. They won’t. They’re about two hours away for the whole
weekend. If they do come, they’re going to play this whole ‘I’m a worried and caring
parent’ role. Please.
“Salem, is there anything else you remember? Like why the gun was bended?” she
“Uh, because, uh, I don’t know, okay?” I shout in panic. I work at lowering my
voice. “Am I going to jail?”
She stares at me in shock. “Why would you go to jail?”
“I killed him, right?”
She smiles. “No, sweetie, you didn’t. He must’ve touched an electrical outlet or
something because his insides were fried.”
That doesn’t comfort me, but I smile anyway. “Thank you.”
I killed him. I had to. There’s just no way.
Something nudges my ankles. My dog, Gray. He barks. I smile and pick him up. Who
“Salem? I heard what happened? I tried to come as soon as I knew,” a voice says. My
aunt. She looks guilty.
I glare at her. “Why? Why’d you come now? I could’ve been killed!” I whisper.
She mumbles something. “Look, this isn’t easy for me, but I’m gone be there
“Too late. I can survive that, I can survive anything.”
I walk out and into the chilly October air. October third. What next. Reporters
surround me. I don’t have to answer the questions, but I do. I just mumble words until
they leave me alone. Something pale white caches my eye. A vampire. That doesn’t bother
me either. Every town has them. They only come out at night. People down here say if you
see one, you have bad luck.
I wave to it. He stops, grins, and keeps going. I smile to myself.
I’m not sure where I’m going. Not back home. My feet take me on the familiar path of
my best friend. I walk to his door. He’s just leaving. I turn around, suddenly. He’s
“Where are you goin’, Sal?” I whisper.
He smiles wickedly. “OTHS.” He says the name like some kind of holy name. Like you
say the Holy Ghost.
I can from his eyes that I’m nothing anymore. Nothing but a human. I’m not
important, he doesn’t want to talk to me. He doesn’t care.
“Something weird happened, Sal. I was so angry, the gun bended. I’m serious,” I
say. “Then, that man, he touched me. Eww, but he did. He started screaming and his
insides were fried. He died. I killed him,” I whisper the last part. “I killed
Sal gives me a look of profound interest. “Really now?”
He doesn’t care either. Nobody does. Oh, well.
He doesn’t wave, just gives me this new look. I killed someone. I’m a murderer.
Then why do I feel so…good?
I’m not sad or scared. I feel good. Like, like, I just got a bunch of money or
something. Like there was a raffle and I won the grand prize. I won the race. What did I
The ability to bend guns and shock people shitless?
Sounds good to me.
Even more than that, this was what I found out about my parents later that night.
I creep silently along the dark halls. I stop at the whispering. It’s coming
from my kitchen, the only place I can be without them.
Of course, Mom and Dad had played the ‘caring, loving, so-worried’ parent role. My
parents are actors.
“This is not my problem, Sharon,” Dad says. “She’s not mine. If all goes wrong
and the court accuses her, I’m not giving my hard-earned money for your sluttish
I hold in a gasp and focus on listening.
He continues. “I’m a man of God, and what that girl did is sin-like. She’s the
devil himself. I won’t let Lucifer destroy this happy family.” What happy family? JJ,
Kea, and Roger does not make a happy family. “You either get rid of her or me,” he
“But, Dean, no. I love her. She’s mine. Salem is the best got damn this that
happened to me,” Mom growls. Well, at least she loves me.
“You can’t have children, Sharon, remember? Or don’t you? God didn’t want you
to have kids, that’s why you adopted?”
“Salem might be adopted, but she’s the most loved child on this planet. You can
leave, Dean, because my baby’s staying,” Mom growls.
She gets up and pushes the chair back. I start to come out. Dean grabs her from behind
and slaps her. She turns around. Knock the shit out of’em, Mom. Beat his ass.
But she starts to cry. “She’ll go, she’ll go,” she whimpers against his chest.
I growl in disgust. I emerge from the dark. “Don’t touch her,” I growl. “Or that
guy won’t be the only person I kill. Dean, I don’t like you. I’ve put up with you
and your ratchet-ass, God-heatin’ children enough. You think I’m bad? Go see those
little monsters you go. Kea’s sleeping with all of the basketball, football, lacrosse,
and golf team! And, we don’t even have a golf team!” I scream at him.
He stalks over to me. I stare him down. He slaps.
The electricity buzzes out of me. My anger is once again white-hot. So hot, I see
nothing but red.
He falls to the floor in agony.
“Die and burn in hell,” I growl, spitting on him.
I’ve always wanted a Guide,” she whispers.
I nod nervously. “How do they know which one we want?”
She shrugs. “They just told us last week it would be revealed.”
I look at the stage that’s surrounded in a hard-to-see-through mist. Four figures
appear dressed in robes of different colors. One s Kestrel she’s wearing light pink.
“Welcome, My Children. I am Kestrel, your headmaster and Priestess. Today you are
getting your Guides. For those of you who don’t know what they are, Prof. Rodney will
explain to you.”
A man wearing a blinding robe of flashing yellow-orange steps up. I tune him out I know
all about the Guides. I focus on looking for the Guides. Where are they? I see a bunch of
boys grouped together. Not only boys, but girls too. They all look blank. Except one who
Another man steps up. His robe is brown. “I am the Stone. The Foundation of OTHS!”
he shouts. His brown candle flickers to life.
Next comes Prof. Rodney. “I am the Sun. The Light of OTHS!”
Next is a man in dark blue and silver. “I am the Moon! I represent the vampires at
Then Kestrel in her robe of light pink. “I am the Sound! I am one of the many noted
here at OTHS to create our OTHS song!”
All candles are on fire. The room lights up in shimmery images of glittering colors.
Light pink, orange, brown, and blue. So many colors. So many spirits. I shiver slightly.
“I am the Chain! I hold these symbols together!” A black candle flickers to life
and I see the outline of someone’s face. “Together, we make the family at OTHS! Every
student in this room on three, blow as hard as possible to blow out the candles. WE know
who haven’t blown. If you don’t, you break the Chain and will die!”
At that note, I puff my cheeks out.
The candles flicker out, leaving us in darkness except for the barely seeable candles
on the walls.
“Now, we shall have all Guides step to this side. All girls will pair up with boy
guides and all boys will pair up with girl Guides." Everyone cheers except for Darius, who
groans. He's also my friend and gay boy. He's sweet, though.
"Girls, choose your element," Prof. Rodney says.
I follow the girls into the fog-filled stage.
Kenzi grasps my hand tightly in excitement. This is the most emotion she’s shone since
I met her.
There’s this big round pot filled with souls.
“Girls, scream this in your mind. The person that is perfect for you will come out.
You can pick air as much as you please, but if you’re a fire person, you’ll get
I guess I’m a water person. Or Earth.
“Recite this girls, please listen,” he says because a few girls had started talking
in anticipation. “Soul of brightness, Soul of rightness, away from you I will not
hide, give me my element and perfect Guide!” he shouts.
Okay, scary, much?
“Now, we will have Ms. Kenzi Michaels go first. After her will be Sharen Teller, and
then we will be graced by our new student, Salem Laughs.” He smiles gently and kindly at
Kenzi recites it. She looks like she’s in deep concentration. She comes back with a
silver glittering thing held in her hand. “Air,” she whispers in shock. Sharen goes
next. Hers is bright pink. “Music and love,” she whispers in shock also.
I walk to the pot.
Soul of brightness, Soul of rightness, away from you I will not hide, give me my
element and perfect Guide, I scream in my head. I reach in and grab what seems
like air, but instead it’s blue, silver, green, brown, and some odd dark color that
wasn’t blue, black, or purple but a mixture of all three.
“What is it?” I mouth to Kenzi.
She shrugs. “Guess you have a personality problem.”