The Summoner

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Chapter Two

Chapter Two

For days, I didn’t touch the pendant, terrified that he would appear. I was afraid to even think of his name. That didn’t stop him from constantly being on my mind. I tried to ask Astrid questions, but she wouldn’t answer them, she would either get defensive or just shut down and suddenly remember something that needed her attention urgently. The only advice she gave was to consult the grimoire.

Today, though, is the first day of my first semester back after my parents’ deaths at university. Since I’m ‘leaving the protection of the house’ Astrid insisted that I wear the pendant. I don’t really get why. Is one of my professors going to eat me for not doing my homework?

Walking through the entrance of the library, I feel eyes on me. I reach for the corded pendant that I put on this morning, sighing in relief when I find that it’s still there. The feeling of being watched continues as I continue to make my way up to the fifth floor. It’s my favorite place to study during the day between classes because no one else comes up here at this time. I walk over to my favorite desk in the corner that faces the window and overlooks center campus. It’s a little dreary now, but come springtime it’ll be absolutely beautiful. I pluck a book out of my bag and start reading for my first class, American Government. It may only be the first day but I have a feeling I’m going to need to get ahead. I feel the telltale prickle on the back of my neck that tells me that I’m being watched.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings, little witch” a voice whispers in my ear. I jump and nearly fall out of my seat, heart beating rapidly. Whirling around, there’s no one there. I take a deep breath and turn back around in my seat only to see Astaroth sitting on my desk. I make a sound between a squeak and a whimper. He smirks, which only pisses me off.

“What are you doing here!?” I whisper yell at him, even though my heart is beating faster at his presence.

“I’m just checking up on you, making sure you’re protected” he says seriously. I roll my eyes at him, he was probably hoping one of my professors did eat me. He looks almost edible with his tight shirt and ripped skinny jeans. He could almost pass for a normal college boy with the amount of mischief in his eyes. He’s got a look on his face and I know he is going to cause trouble.

“I need to get to class” I tell him, packing up my stuff and throwing my bag over my shoulder. I walk towards the stairwell and glance over my shoulder. Of course, he’s gone and disappeared. I shake my head trying to expel the thought of him from my brain.

Walking into the classroom, I see the last person I expect to see sitting in the back row. Fucking him. You have got to be kidding me. Of course the only open seat is at his table. So I huff and sit down glaring at him.

“Why are you here?” I whisper to him in annoyance.

“What do you mean, I go here,” he pulls out a schedule from his pocket and hands it over to me. It’s the exact same as mine. My jaw drops.

“Registration closed weeks ago” I inform him hotly.

“Demon” he points to himself. I sigh, turning around in my seat to face the front. Getting information out of him is like a paper cut. Only slightly painful but extremely annoying. The professor walks in, a short grey haired man who looks professional in his button up and slacks, the exact opposite of the demon sitting next to me.

“They can feel what we are, it’s why they keep their distance” Astaroth whispers in my ear. The professor sends a disappointed glance our way that has me shrinking in my seat and sending him an apologetic face, even though I didn’t want Astaroth talking to me either. The professor’s attention caused many of the other students to also look our way and now I’m getting glared at by girls who probably wish they were me. Well I wish one of them was me too. He doesn’t bother me for the rest of class but I can’t help but notice his presence as it makes me uneasy.

After class he just leaves. I curiously follow him, wondering what his words meant. It’s a struggle for me to catch him since his legs are so much longer than mine. I have to basically run to catch him.

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” I ask him when I finally catch up to him. He stops suddenly.

“What’s what supposed to mean?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious.

“What you said in class”, how could he have already forgotten. He must be messing with me. He thinks for a few seconds before laughing loudly. So loudly that he attracts the attention of the nearby people.

“You really don’t know” he states more than asks. I mean obviously there’s a lot I don’t know. I mean I didn’t know witchcraft existed until last week.

“Humans weren’t born with magic, they were given it. But different families were given magic from different sources. Some were given magic from the Angels, the magic of the Earth. Others were given magic from…..” he says, trailing off at the end waiting for me to answer.

“Demons” I’m sure of my answer and pleased when he smiles and nods at me.

“And if humans react the same way to you as they do to me, then your family’s magic must come from….” he trails again. Oh shit.

“No. That can’t be right” he shrugs. If my magic is demonic then I can’t use it. “Wait, if humans don’t like you, how can you feed?” I blurt out, obviously without thinking. I immediately blush.

“Would you like me to show you?” he asks in a low voice that makes me want to say yes even though I don’t know what it entails and I don’t trust him. I open my mouth to tell him I’m good when he turns away from me and all but struts over to a girl sitting alone on a bench nearby. He talks to her for a moment and the more he talks the more relaxed she looks. Then he kisses her. I instantly feel the familiar feeling of jealousy. That must be part of his magic shit, because no matter how attractive he is I do NOT want his demon ass. I like nice, sweet boys. Not demons. Not bad boys. He ends the kiss and walks back over to me.

“That, little witch, is how I feed” he says with a smirk “though, it’s stronger the more interesting things get and the more powerful the aura of the person it’s with. Though I hear it’s strongest with witches…” I can feel his curiosity. At least now I know what he wants from me and why he agreed to the deal so easily. His golden eyes are a lighter color after his feeding but the longer he looks at me the darker his eyes get and I start to feel like prey.

“Have a good afternoon” I say and then I promptly scurry off to my car and I don’t take a deep breath until I reach my bedroom.

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