September -Open-

[Pyrite Hunter]

Pyrite drifted around the room, abandoned by the rest of the school and forgotten in the furthest reach of the dungeons. It was the abandoned servants quaters, a large room with a ton of long neglected beds and peeling wall paper.

What Pyrite enjoyed about visiting this haunted place was that it was a great place to meet kind spirits and practice calling them and whatnot. He found that his classes were too vauge to really understand what he was supposed to do.

"Oh Pyrite! I thought I sensed you." he turned to see a young girl drift through the wall opposit. Her long brown hair billowed behind her; her servents clothes ruffled and stocking torn.

"Maya, what a surprise." Pyrite smiled. she was his favorite spirit to talk to, and had the sadest history he'd heard yet. "It's been forever since we've talked."

She blushed as much as a ghost could, saying, "I have tried to resist traveling through floors to see you. 'Have faith that he will return' - Sonia's words." she gave a musical laugh. "Tell me though, what have you been up to in late? Any girls catch your eye?"

Pyrite was so involved in his conversation with Maya that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching , nor the door clicking behind him.

[Victoria Beaumont]

The abandoned servants quarters were dark, dank and cold and Vic was glad she couldn't really feel the cold. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness as she roamed down towards the room slowly. She enjoyed the silence and way she could walk around without being interupted by hiding from daylight, seeing as most of the windows were boarded up.

As she crossed the small halway towards the servant quarters, she heard a voice on the other side of the door. Her mind buzzed slightly. It was no-where near a full moon so there shouldn't be any werewolves in there. She cracked the door slightly to listen in, making as little noise as she could.


Outfit

[Pyrite Hunter]

Pyrite smiled, "I'll never understand why you didn't pass through to the other side."

Maya laughed, "I was afraid, you know that. Maybe when you come through, you'll take me with you beyond the veil." Pyrite was about to reply when Maya's dark blue eyes narrowed. "It seems, we are not alone as we thought we were."

Pyrite turned and saw that Maya was right. Being brave he said, "Who are you, what are you and why are you here?" even though his voice was strong he could feel it shake. He wasn't usually so bold, but he tried to be when Maya was around.

[Victoria Beaumont]

The voice voice got louder the harder Vic concentrated but it was like whoever it was was speaking to themselves. She didn't care look into the room to see who it was but as the thought ceased in her head, she heard the voice call out, and knowing it was for her, she cursed herself. She waited two seconds before pushing the door fully and walking in slowly, her heels clacking on the old floor filling the silence. She saw him then, much taller than her with blonde hair and silver eyes. Her own red eyes looked around the room, searching for who he was talking to.

She returned her eyes to look at him, cocking her head slightly. "I don't have to explain myself to you, but one thing I will tell you is my name. Victoria. Now, who are you talking to?" she said, the hint of her French accent still stuck in her words. She listened out carefully, for any other sign of life in the room, seeking the source of his companion.

[Pyrite Hunter]

Pyrite looked back at Maya, who stood with her eyes narrowed and arms crossed over her chest. She looked every bit like a girl who'd just caught her boyfriend cheating on her. He gave a look that said, I have no idea why she is here, and turned to the Victoria girl.

"Who I'm talking to is none of your business. If you aren't willing to explain yourself than neither am I. However," he added slowly, not looking at Maya as he spoke. "You have shared your name, so I will do you that honour. I am Pyrite, and you, judging by your red eyes, are a vampire." he wanted to ask if she was there to kill him, but figured it best not to voice what she might think to be a fear. "It's only common sense that will tell you what I might be."

He turned back to Maya for a second, who was still shooting daggars at the other girl. He wanted to tell her he didn't know Victoria at all, but couldn't at the given moment.

[Victoria Beaumont]

Vic noticed the way Pyrite, as he'd just called himself, looked around with an odd look on his face. She gave the room another glance and shuddered, she had a feeling someone was watching her, other then Pyrite. She looked back to him and narrowed her eyes. "Good guess, and it's 100% correct." she said, walking sideways towards an angled bed that looked like it might be infested with creepy crawlies and horrible things that she couldn't bear to think about. She sat back on it, her hands on either side of her propping her up, and she stared up at the ceiling. "Les quartiers sont beaux dans l'obscurité. And the many things that live here deserve their peace. I do not summon them at my will, unlike some Nécromants." she spoke, her accent flowing freely through her speech.

Les quartiers sont beaux dans l'obscurité - The quarters are beautiful in the dark
Nécromants - Necromancers

[Pyrite Hunter]

"He does not summon me!" Maya screamed then. "I come on my own terms! And I am not some thing that simply lives here either!" she bellowed at the vampire, regardless of knowing that she couldn't see nor hear her.

Pyrite, was calmer, but still anger burned under his words. "'I do not disturb spirits that deserve their peace'." he quoted her. "I just have friends in strange places and talking to them down here doesn't make me such a freak as it would in other parts of this castle. I also don't enjoy summoning them, thank you very much. The last time I did that, I landed my baby sister on their side."

Pyrite had never told Maya about his sister's death before, because he was afraid to tell a spirit such a thing. Sure, he hadn't had control - but he'd killed an innocent, and he wasn't about to forgive himself for it.

Maya had fallen into a deafening silence, and he could see her pretty eyes sparkle. Pyrite shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the floor, not wanting to look at his ghost's saddened face, nor at the vampire, who was probably enjoying his pain.

[Victoria Beaumont]

Vic felt something in the room, as if the temperature had dropped slightly and she was meant to shudder, but instead she just smiled up at the ceiling. She liked playing little games. She tilted her head and looked at him. He was avoiding looking at her. Her smile faltered slightly as she thought over his words, his baby sister. She looked to the floor and took a deep breath, out of comfort not necessity. Her feet shuffled in the silence. She looked up finally and sighed. "Je suis désolé." she said, in her little voice, lacking all emotion except empathy. She knew how it felt to lose family. She'd ran away from hers but still, she knew they were dead. She looked around the room, her eyes resting on noting in particular. "And that goes for anyone else I upset. Je suis désolé."

Je suis désolé - I'm sorry

[Pyrite Hunter]

Pyrite ran his fingers through his golden hair and sighed. "What's with the french, really? I can't understand a word of it-" he didn't want to talk about his sister or anything even remotely close to her, so he tried to change the subject.

Maya cut across him, "I know it!" she beamed at him. "Demetri teaches me sometimes. The vampire said she's sorry." Maya said, walking to stand beside him. "Can you tell her I guess I can forgive her?"

Pyrite nodded, "Maya says she can accept your apology, Victoria. Same for me. It must be super confusing not being able to see her - for you I mean."

"I'm actually glad she can't see me," Maya began and Pyrite, who could tell she was about to make a snarky comment asked her politely to be quiet. He didn't want Victoria to think he was letting Maya diss her when she couldn't defend herself.

"So, um," awkward. "What brought you down here in the first place ... Now that we've both kinda snapped at each other's throats and made each other sad." he drew a nervous smile to his face. He was never a true fan of vampires.

[Victoria Beaumont]

Vic looked up as Pyrite started talking. She smiled lazily. She hadn't even realised she'd spoke french. Her mind had wandered back to the time when she would speak it all the time, like it was her nature. Which is was. She was French, born and bred. Her eyes snapped back to Pyrite as he spoke again, breaking a tense silence. He'd said Maya. Must have been the spirit he was talking to. She looked around the room again, of course it was confusing. Her mouth twitched as she thought and as her eyes settled back on the necomancer, she smiled. "If I'd have snapped at your neck, believe me, you wouldn't be alive right now." she said, with an cheeky little laugh. "I come down here during the day to avoid the sunlight. It's so dark and peaceful, just perfect for me."

[Pyrite Hunter]

Pyrite smiled lightly, because that was something he could relate to. Peace and quiet, away from annoying little students and nosy older ones, was exactly what he needed sometimes. "So I take it you're not one of the vampires that runs around in the sun all the time. Sorry, if that was rude or anything... I don't usually talk to vampires."

"Of course not, you prefer to talk to me." Maya said sarcastically. "I wonder if I can scare her. Do you think so? Maybe vampires are different ... Not as jumpy ... You think?"

"Anyway, um, I'm actually terrible at small talk. But I love hearing about histories. Maybe if, again, I'm not being overly rude, you could tell me yours? I mean, I have yet to find someone who is actually born a vampire. Not sure if that's possible either." Pyrite said, stumbling over his words.

Maya laughed, "Real smooth Pyrite."

[Victoria Beaumont]

Vic looked up at him and shook her head. "It's not that I'm afraid of the sun, it's just that I don't trust it. It used to burn, now it just itches." she said, looking up at the ceiling as if she could see the sun herself. She looked back to him as he spoke again, a smile breaking across her face. "Don't worry, your not being rude." She moved across on the bed slightly, getting herself comfy. She took a small breath. "I was born in France, in Paris, in the 1800's. My family was quite wealthy, and I was doted on by my father, my brothers were very protective of me, and I was a very respectable young lady by the time I was 15. My father had arranged for me to marry one of his close friends sons, but instead he ran off with a poor girl. I locked myself in my room, starved myself, then ran away one night. And that night was when I met the vampire that turned me. He didn't turn me at first, he fed me, clothed me, looked after me. We moved to Britain after that, I learned how to speak English and then, one night, he bit me. I just remember lieing in my bed, as he curled up behind me, moving my hair from my neck... and then nothing. I woke up here, been here ever since." she said, running a hand up her arm.

[Pyrite Hunter]

Pyrite was at a loss of words. He was used to said stories - Maya was the sadest he'd ever heard after all. But Victoria's was different somehow. Maya took the words right out of his mouth by saying. "So her supposed to be husband ran off with some other girl, then she ran off and was found by a vampire who took her for a ride and dumped her here. If I ever meet the bastard I'll haunt him till he dies."

"The bastard is a vampire." Pyrite said absently.

"Good. I'll haunt him for eternity." Maya said stubbornly. Pyrite thought it better not to remind her that she'd been murdered in the castle and therefore had to stay in its original limits.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Maya too. She says she'll haunt him for you if she ever meets him." he gave a broken smile and went to sit beside the vampire. "I'm not sure what to say exactly, or do to make you feel better or what."

[Victoria Beaumont]

Vic sat for a moment in silence, then her eyes twitched to where Pyrite stood as he spoke to the air. She realized he was talking to that ghost, the one she was speaking to when she'd found him. She watched him as he turned, and she smiled at what the ghost has apperently said. "Well, I appreciate the offer but if I could find him myself, I'd happily rip his heart out." she said, with a little grin to herself. She'd imagined what she would do if she ever met him again. she snapped out of the little reverie when she felt the bed jump slightly as he sat down next to her. "Don't worry. I got over everything a long time ago. As they say, time is a healer." She laughed quietly, then pulled up one leg underneath her, turned to face him. "Come on then, I've let you know my history. Tell me yours."

[Pyrite Hunter]

Pyrite couldn't say he was surprised that she'd asked him to share. But where to begin? Try at the beginning, "I'm the only boy with four sisters. I actually used to have five, until I really came into my powers." he cast his eyes to the floor, not wanting to see Maya's or Victoria's face as he spoke.

"I was ten and she was five. her and her twin were playing hide and seek while I was on the deck in our backyard trying to escape the noise. Nobody at the time believed I was seeing ghosts, because my three older sisters are all telepaths. How could I be different? Anyway, a nasty spirit came and found me. I tried to send it away, but I only angered it further. My little sister ran out of the house and it took its revenge out on her, killing her soul and living her dead."

Pyrite took a deep breath and finished. "I don't go home often, even though everyone blames themselves for the accident. The triplets say they should've known better; my parents say they should've listened to me; even the twin that's left says it was her fault, because she chased her other half outside."

He rubbed his eyes and looked up at last. "But that's in the past, and I'm - slowly - moving on."

"Lucky you." Maya said, joking softly, drifting towards the two living beings.