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“A cat carrier?” The security agent quirked an eyebrow.

“It just has a few books in it,” Eva said with a shrug. “I’m planning on coming back in a car and bringing a cat with me. I figured I could use it as a carry-on for the flight.”

Too much information? Did I offer an explanation too fast? Eva suppressed a nervous swallow. If she was caught, there would definitely be problems. When the officer didn’t say anything, Eva prodded, “is there a problem with that?”

“No, I suppose not. Run it through the x-ray.”

Eva nodded and set the carrier on the conveyor belt. She pulled off her mostly empty book bag and set it next to the carrier. She stepped through the body scanner.

With no items that could be considered contraband, Eva knew she didn’t have anything to worry about.

That did nothing to stop the sweat and adrenaline. Everything could still go so very wrong. At best she would be kicked out of the airport and have to find another way to her new school. At worst she would be arrested and throughly searched. They would find all her black magic books, among other items.

She gave a sigh of relief when she made it past the checkpoint. She picked up her bag and the cage and had to stop herself from running to the bathroom.

She locked herself in the furthest stall and finally relaxed. Now she had to wait. There was forty-five minutes before her flight was scheduled to leave. Eva moved books from the carrier to her book bag, all except for two. One she cracked open and started to read, the other was left in the carrier.

It didn’t take long before the ceiling tile above her moved. It lifted just a crack and eight red eyes glowed from within. A second later and the tile moved to the side.

A large spider silk net slowly descended into her stall. Eva caught it and pulled out her daggers, the black skull, and her blood and potions. She tossed those into her backpack.

Arachne crawled down the wall and into Eva’s lap after sliding the ceiling tile back into place. She wrapped her legs around Eva’s own legs.

They sat like that for twenty minutes. Just waiting down the time Eva had to spend in the company of other people.

Eva knew most of her worries were unfounded, despite the horror stories surrounding flight security these days. Being around a number of unknown people still made Eva a bit nervous. The feeling was only compounded by her carrying around two daggers, tons of books she shouldn’t be caught with, an artifact of unknown power. And Arachne.

She knew she wasn’t in any danger between her own magics and Arachne. The people around her might not be so lucky.

All that combined with the nerves of having never flown before and Eva could barely sit still. Arachne on her lap was a huge comfort of a familiar situation. Sadly, even that couldn’t last forever.

She stroked the back of Arachne’s smooth carapace. “Arachne,” Eva whispered, “into the cage.”

Arachne slipped her legs beneath Eva’s shirt and started to skitter under.

Eva clamped her hands around her waist. “No, we talked about this.”

If Arachne had a human mouth instead of fangs, Eva imagined she would be pouting. She crawled into the cage in the most dejected manner a spider could.

To be fair, Arachne’s spider form had very long legs and not a small body either. The small cat cage was not made for someone of her dimensions. Eva frowned at the eight red eyes glaring out of the dark cage.

Eva placed the book in front of Arachne and shut the door. Arachne held the book up against the grate. There were still holes in the top portion of the cage but Arachne mostly blended in with the dark bottom.

Satisfied with the camouflage, Eva picked up the carrier. She took a new seat in the waiting benches for her gate. She quickly pulled out a much more benign book than the one she had been reading in the bathroom and buried her nose in it. Hopefully the people around would see a girl involved in her book and not try to make small conversation.

Her plan seemed to work. Not a single person approached her between sitting and her flight being called for boarding. The attendant checking her ticket questioned the cat carrier, but Eva just tilted it back to show the two books carefully pressed against the door. The attendant smiled and waved her through.

The plane was much smaller than Eva anticipated, but much fancier looking. She had seen images of jets before on television or at school or the library and they were nothing like this. She expected rows and rows of seats. Instead she got couches.

There were seats closer to the front than the couches, but they looked more like someone took two recliners and cut off the arm rest in the middle. Definitely not what she thought airplane seats should look like. There were four sets of two, all facing the front of the airplane. A little table was set out a decent space in front of each pair of seats.

Eva could see a second compartment similar to the one she was standing in through a small doorway.

She stood right at the front, hesitating. No flight attendant had led her to her seat. Her ticket didn’t have a seat number on it. She doubted the seats even had numbers. Numbers would just blemish the lounge atmosphere.

A small group of teens around her age sat at the couches. Two girls and two guys. There was clearly space with them, but they hadn’t even looked up when she entered. They quietly chatted away with each other.

A young girl sat in the window seat of one of the pairs of recliners nearest to the couches. The girl’s blond hair was almost as long as Eva’s own black hair. It came down to just above her waistline. She wore a lavender sundress with a light floral pattern.

Eva didn’t want to walk past the group on the way to the rear compartment, but she didn’t want to appear entirely unsociable either. Not if these were going to be fellow students. So she chose the paired seat next to the girl.

In contrast to her bright aesthetics, the girl was downright depressed looking. She had her feet up on the seat with her arms wrapped around her knees and her head buried in her arms.

“Is this seat taken?” Eva asked.

She lifted her head just long enough for a quick glance at Eva. Her bright green eyes were marred by the heavy circles of sleep deprivation.

Maybe she doesn’t like flying, or perhaps stayed up too late. Without an objection, Eva took the seat next to her and set Arachne’s cage beneath the table in front of her.

A moment after Eva sat down, another teen about her age walked aboard the plane. He had a big smile on his face and walked right past Eva without even a glance in her direction. Eva didn’t bother to look to see if he moved to the couch or to the cabin beyond.

The overhead speakers crackled to life. “This is your captain speaking,” a gruff voice said. “We have three more stops to pick up students. A light lunch will be served around one o’clock. If we happen to fly over a time zone and skip one, well you’ll just have to starve.” Eva heard the group behind her give some polite chuckles.

“We’ll be arriving at our final destination by six o’clock mountain time. In the mean time, get yourselves comfortable. We’ve got a long trip from Florida to Montana. Doubly so with our extra stops.

“It is a long flight but you’re free to move about the cabin when we are in the air. We might be on the ground for a while on our stops, but I ask that you do not leave the plane. We might just leave without you. There are drinks and snacks available from our flight attendants and bathrooms between the compartments.

“With all that said, we’ll be taking off shortly. Enjoy your flight.”

The speaker crackled again and cut off.

Eva glanced around the cabin. The group of students resumed their talking, or maybe never really stopped. The blond next to her never even moved a muscle during the captain’s entire speech.

A flight attendant came out and began pointing out exits and showed how to use oxygen masks in the event of an emergency.

Eva wasn’t sure what kind of emergencies were common on flights, but felt that oxygen masks were probably more of a placebo than anything. The fact that seats doubled as flotation devices might have been comforting if they were going to Europe or somewhere, but there just wasn’t that much water between Florida and Montana.

After her speech, the flight attendant went behind a curtain up front. A few minutes later and Eva felt the plane jerk forward.

She almost wished she took a window seat for her first flight, rather than sit next to the curled up girl. Luckily the windows on this plane were fairly large. Not quite car window size, but larger than she had seen in movies.

Eva sighed. She was sure Arachne would have liked to see as well.

Eva had no doubt that the spider-demon was getting restless already. That they would be stuck in the plane, and her in her cage, for over thirteen hours could only be making it worse.

As long as everyone on the plane were students, maybe she could bring her out. At least let her stretch her legs so she wasn’t all folded up for a whole day.

Eva watched past the blond girl as the plane made its way to the runway. It stopped and sat. And sat. Eva felt a jolt of adrenaline as a worry came over her. Maybe there was something wrong.

Maybe they found out about all the contraband she had on her person. Her bag was still slung over her shoulder, but maybe they had magical detectors and had detected her ritual daggers. Or Arachne.

The plane began to move forward and Eva felt relief wash through her. The runway moved past the window as the plane picked up speed. The plane tilted back and Eva found herself pressed into her seat.

A familiar sensation gripped and pulled at her stomach. Eva almost started giggling. It was like jumping with Arachne.

The ground disappeared beneath the plane as it rose into the sky. Even as strong as Arachne was, she would be hard pressed to even hit half the height they were at now. And the plane was still rising.

As the plane leveled off, Eva was brought speechless. The sun glinted off the tops of clouds and the ground beneath was so very tiny.

Eva knew what planes were. She even had an idea of how they worked with wing shape and lift. Yet looking out the window was something special. Not magical, she knew how magic worked better than how planes worked, and nothing about planes was magical.

Well, she thought, maybe this plane. But it was probably close enough to a regular plane that the view wouldn’t be different.

Eva leaned back in her chair and just started to relax when the flight attendant popped out of nowhere. She asked if either of the girls wanted anything to drink and started listing off drinks she could serve. Eva was pretty sure some of those drinks weren’t supposed to be served to someone her age.

Of course she ordered one. A twisted doe.

She had alcohol in the past and didn’t much care for its taste or effects. She was, however, always on the lookout for new things.

The girl next to her spoke for the first time in almost thirty minutes. For the first time as far as Eva was aware. She barely tilted her head up and mumbled, “a coke.”

That had been good enough for the flight attendant. She nodded and walked away. She returned a moment later and set down a bubbling cola in front of Eva’s blond companion. Eva got a clear liquid in a fancy glass.

It didn’t smell like alcohol. She took a cautious sip. Blueberries. Nothing especially special, it just tasted like blueberries. If it had alcohol in it, it was covered up enough that she couldn’t tell.

Her second sip set her on edge. It was most definitely the taste of strawberries without a hint of blueberry. A third sip got her bananas followed by a fourth sip of pineapples.

She smiled and set the glass back on the table. It was a simple concept, but a fun drink. While she knew quite a bit about magic, she had no idea where to even start to make something like this.

If school taught her things like this, it might be really amazing after all.

Her attentions turned to the girl sitting in the seat next to her. She hadn’t even touched her drink. Eva bit the inside of her cheek in thought. Finally, she decided.

“Are you alright,” she said in a quiet voice.

The girl lifted her head slightly and turned to the side. She didn’t say anything and dropped her head back to her knees, still tilted to the side.

Eva reached into her book bag and withdrew the small satchel of potions Arachne had sneaked in with. She held them in her hands, hesitating for just a minute before flipping the flap open. “I have some potions, a number for healing and restoratives, if you think they might help.”

The girl’s head lifted again. This time her eyes narrowed as she examined Eva’s face.

Eva thought she made a mistake in offering the potions. But there was no way potions could be as bad as blood magic or having a demon sitting at your feet. The book list even had alchemy books and supplies. That was basically the same thing. Probably.

Eva’s fears were unfounded. The girl gave a light nod and watched as Eva ran her fingers over the tops of the vials.

“You’re not injured, so these wouldn’t help,” Eva lied as she skipped past a row of poisons. Her finger stopped on one of the light blue vials. “General remedy, try this.”

The girl nodded and tipped back the entire vial. “Thanks,” she whispered as her head dropped back to her knees.

“My pleasure. I’m Eva, by the way.” She held out her hand. It was a bit awkward being so close, but the girl made the effort to shake it.

“Juliana.”

“Nice to meet you.” Something clicked in Eva’s head. “Juliana Rivas?”

The blond’s head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes again. “You know me?”

“Only your name,” Eva said quickly. “Zoe Baxter, a teacher, mentioned we would be roommates with another girl.” As the blond relaxed, Eva said, “I wonder what the odds of sitting next to you are.”

Juliana dropped her head back to her knees. A muffled voice leaked out from between her arms. “Probably pretty good,” she said. Eva raised an eyebrow and the blond continued. “We’re not exactly going to the most prestigious magical academy around the country. More like the laughing-stock to be honest. I doubt there are more than ten freshmen girls including the two of us.”

“Ah,” Eva murmured with a frown. Neither the pamphlet nor Mrs. Baxter mentioned anything about the school being poorly regarded. Not that it was really something to advertise. Not to mention she wouldn’t be going anywhere at all without the scholarship provided by the school.

“Don’t worry about it. My brother said that the teachers are decent. It just uses teaching practices that are ‘untraditional’ in his words.” She shrugged, cracking her neck from side to side before dropping back to her knees. “Besides, if you are the one who brewed that potion, you’re probably at least a few years ahead of any school. In that department at least.

“Now,” she said, “I’m going to try to get some sleep.”

Eva nodded. “I’ll try not to disturb you.”

With that, the blond’s head dipped back to her knees.

Eva leaned back in her chair. She took a quick sip of her drink, lemon this time, and decided she may as well sleep too.

Two guys and a girl got on the plane at the first stop. All three headed straight towards the second compartment after hesitantly glancing about.

The captain had come on again repeating his speech, but this time saying that they would be waiting a good half-hour before departing.

Juliana stirred awake at the loudspeakers’ noise. She seemed to be feeling much better. Whether it was the nap or the potion, Eva didn’t know.

An awkward silence settled between the two. They exchanged greetings after she awoke, but Eva just didn’t know what to talk about. She never had much of a social life apart from Arachne and Devon. Maybe a handful of other demons that she or her master regularly summoned. Nothing they discussed seemed like a very safe topic with regular people.

Just as she was about to ask a few general questions about magic and the academy, the group that had been sitting on the couch approached. Two guys and two girls, all looking Eva’s age, stood around.

Eva felt a pit in her stomach. She had never been a victim of bullying in her old school, not unless you counted the minor annoyance that was Todd Farkas. This could be dangerous. At least, Eva thought so until the boy with brown and short, wavy hair offered his hand.

“Jordan,” he said.

Eva hesitantly shook his hand. “Eva,” she said.

The group then went through and introduced themselves to both Eva and Juliana. Maximilian liked to be known as simply ‘Max’. He was a bit taller and had the beginnings of brown facial hair poking off his face.

Irene and Shelby were twins. They didn’t really look it; one had brown hair and the other had black, Shelby seemed a bit more developed than Irene as well.

Jordan and the twins grew up together and all decided to attend Brakket despite the twin’s parents wanting them to go to a different school. They met Maximilian while shopping for school supplies and became fast friends. At least, according to Max. The face Irene made while he was telling his tale led Eva to believe it was a bit tall.

“I couldn’t help but overhear earlier,” Jordan said as soon as introductions were over, “you gave her a potion?”

Eva grimaced. “Yeah, is that a bad thing? I don’t know much about magical society.”

“Oh no. At least, I don’t care. I doubt anyone else would either. I’m quite interested in brewing myself though and was wondering if you might let me take a look.”

Eva shrugged and pulled out her potion case. She withdrew another light blue vial and handed it to the boy.

He held it up to the light of the window and rolled it back and forth. Eva wasn’t sure what he was trying to learn from it. After a moment of everyone just staring at him, he eventually handed it back with a nod. “Pretty good,” he said.

Eva wasn’t sure if that ‘pretty good’ had qualifiers attached to it like ‘for an amateur,’ but she decided to take it as a compliment anyway. “Thanks.”

Maximilian had knelt down during Jordan’s examination. Eva froze as she saw him try to peek past the book blocking the front of the carrier. “Who is in here?” he asked far to innocently.

“Aww,” Shelby cooed as she knelt down. “Have you got a little kitten?”

“It’s– I–”

The black-haired girl started to stick her fingers into the small holes at the top. Eva lurched forwards and grabbed her wrist. She wrenched the poor girl’s hand away far harder than she probably should have.

“Not a cat. She’s probably cranky from being cooped up and I don’t want her needlessly agitated.”

She didn’t apologize as the girl rubbed her wrist. What kind of lunatic sticks her fingers into dark enclosed areas anyway. At the group’s stunned silence, Eva glanced over to Juliana. The blond was no longer buried in her knees and appeared far more interested in the cage than she had been before.

Eva sighed. “I was planning on letting her out at some point. This flight is way to long to leave her in there.”

She could hear Arachne already rustling at her words. The rest of the group apparently heard as well. Juliana leaned in closer, trying to peer through the holes. The twins gave an uneasy glance at each other.

“You have to promise not to scream or shout or really do much of anything. I had to smuggle–” Eva paused for a split second and tried to think of a good nickname. “Rach,” she decided, “past security and I doubt she’d take it well if a flight attendant tries to separate us.”

“That’s reassuring,” Juliana said. The girl was far too interested for her own good.

“Rach?” Jordan questioned.

Eva frowned. “Rach is a West African tarantula. Very large and a bit old. For a spider anyway.”

Shelby looked like she was going to be sick. She brought her hand closer to her chest as if being near the cage was going to hurt her.

Eva reached down to the clasp of the carrier door, but paused. “The moment she starts running around the plane or looks like she might even be considering thinking about the possibility of even scratching anyone, she is going straight back into her cage for the rest of the trip,” Eva said in a stern voice, mostly for Arachne herself.

Eva opened the door. Four long, black legs stretched out of the carrier.

Shelby shook her head and walked straight back to the couches, mumbling ‘nope’ over and over.

The rest stayed and watched as Arachne emerged from the carrier. She crawled out, each leg making a careful step. She turned around slowly, examining all the group with her eight eyes. Arachne turned back towards Eva and twisted her body a little, like she was trying to cock her head to one side. She felt out with her legs against Eva’s own, as if she was making sure who she was.

Eva frowned. The spider-demon was obviously showing off. For intimidation or for attention was up in the air. Probably both.

She scurried up Eva’s legs with frightening speed, eliciting a gasp from Irene. She slid right under Eva’s shirt and continued climbing out the neck hole. Arachne settled herself in on the top of Eva’s head, wrapping some legs around her chin. Her fangs drifted lightly to the top of Eva’s vision.

“Show-off,” Eva mumbled out the corner of her mouth. Juliana quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. Eva snapped her mouth shut and suppressed a sigh.

“Well,” Eva said aloud, “meet Rach.” She brought her hand up and slowly stroked the smooth chitin.

The group as a whole did not look like they knew how to react. The sole exception being Maximilian. “Can I touch her?” he asked.

Arachne immediately tapped her left shoulder.

Eva shook her head. “I’d rather not needlessly upset her. Perhaps after we get to school and she gets acclimated to living in a new place.” Eva gestured at the fangs hanging into her vision. “You wouldn’t enjoy being on the business end of these.”

The larger boy withdrew his partially outstretched hand. He gave a half chuckle and said, “personal experience huh?”

Eva gave a short laugh at that. “I’m not sure I’d be around to tell about any personal experiences, if I had any.” Second hand experience, I might be able to talk about…

“Oh,” was his only response.

Irene spoke up for the first time since her introduction. “We should be getting back then, don’t want to crowd your spider after all.” She gave a nervous giggle and all but dragged Max away.

Jordan, however, stood there. He just stared at Arachne.

Eva fidgeted under the look. “Is there anything else?” she eventually asked.

“A West African tarantula, is it?” he asked with a bit of a skeptical look.

Is he already suspicious? Eva suppressed a groan. If some kid her age suspected within a few minutes, Arachne would be outed as a demon before the week was through if she wasn’t more careful with who saw the spider-demon. “From West Africa. The scientific name is long and hard to remember.”

Jordan gave a small ‘hmm’ noise. “Well, Eva, I’ll head back with the others. Let’s talk again sometime.”

“Sure thing.”

With the strange boy gone, Eva relaxed back in her seat. The relaxing only lasted a moment.

Juliana quickly had her face right in front of Eva’s. Eva pressed herself back. She felt Arachne’s abdomen pinched between her head and the seat, but the spider could take the meager amount of pressure of Eva’s head. It would also help keep the spider from launching at the blond.

The girl’s eyes didn’t even register Eva’s distress. After staring at Arachne for almost a minute, the blond sat back in her chair. Eva relaxed slightly.

“She’s very pretty,” Juliana said.

Eva rolled her eyes at Arachne repeatedly tapping her right shoulder.

“Smart too.” Her eyes were glued on the tapping leg.

“That’s just… She’s well-trained.” Eva frowned at the single left shoulder tap. “I’m glad no one started screaming, unlike the last time I showed people Rach, but you seem very comfortable.”

Juliana waved a dismissive hand. “My mother is a retired mage-knight who frequently goes on ‘safaris’ with my father around the world. They catalog and frequently return home with various creatures. Safe, dangerous, magical, mundane. It’s all the same to them.” She wiggled a finger across her face. “When I was eight, I woke up with a very poisonous centipede crawling on me. It was probably as big as your spider.”

“That’s…” Eva felt a slight tremor go up her spine.

“You shiver at that while you have a giant spider on your head?”

“I know Rach. I’ve been around her for as long as I can remember.”

The crackle of the overhead speaker stalled their conversation. The pilot said they would be taking off momentarily.

“Rach,” Eva said as she lowered her head and patted the table.

Arachne climbed off and turned to face Eva, cocking her body to one side again.

Eva gestured to the window. “It is quite a view when we take off.”

The spider-demon walked to the edge of the table near the window. She gave a sidelong glance at Juliana before resting her abdomen against the table.

The blond raised an eyebrow in Eva’s direction.

Eva shrugged. “I thought she might want to see. Don’t worry, she’s clean. We took a shower this morning.”

Juliana smiled. Probably the most emotion Eva had seen so far, discounting the vested interest in Arachne. Eva’s face flushed red, but she couldn’t just say that Arachne took a shower on her own.

As the plane rose in the air, Eva smiled as Arachne actually perked up. She leaned forward, pressing two legs against the glass. Juliana found it very amusing if her smile was anything to go by.

After takeoff, Arachne crawled under Eva’s shirt and latched around her chest; After Jordan’s suspicion, Eva didn’t really want to interact with any flight attendants or students. Juliana did give a quirk of her eyebrow as Arachne slipped out of sight, but she didn’t comment on it.

They passed the time with small talk, mostly about Juliana’s parents. Several stories about her run ins with various creatures. Her mother’s job, mage-knights, were apparently some sort of elite bounty hunters that went after dangerous magical criminals.

That made Eva more than a little nervous.

She felt a bit bad about deflecting most personal questions. There was just so much that she wasn’t sure if it was safe to mention. She mostly stuck with her school life, work at the vet’s office, and a partially made up home life.

Their next stop had them picking up around ten students. They split off, some in the back cabin and some sat in seats near Eva and Juliana. None made an effort to introduce themselves and Eva wasn’t going to get up and wander with Arachne under her shirt, even as hidden as she knew the spider would be.

The moment they were in the air again, lunch was served. Eva was a bit unhappy with the food. While the sandwiches and fruit were good, great even, they were just a bit disappointing compared to the drink from earlier.

Only two students boarded on their last pickup.

Eva kept Arachne under her shirt the rest of the flight. She would occasionally peek down and check on her, but the spider seemed more than content to just nestle between her breasts. Eva had been petting the spider for a time, over her shirt, until she realized how odd that must have looked to others. She definitely caught Juliana’s odd look every once in a while.

The plane touched down in Montana. She decided to leave Arachne beneath her shirt, pulling her out in the much more crowded plane didn’t seem like a good idea. She gathered up her belongings and departed with Juliana.

Jordan’s group joined them outside the gate. Shelby was notably keeping her distance. Her eyes were all but glued to the pet carrier. Eva just smiled and gave her a little wave. If only she knew where Arachne really was.

Waiting in the lobby to greet the new students was Zoe Baxter. The gruff voiced man who had been with her in the alley stood just behind her.

“Welcome,” Zoe Baxter said, “to Brakket Magical Academy.”

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Eva stretched, rubbing the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes. The sky outside her window had the blue tint of pre-dawn morning. Eva smiled, glad she got up at a more reasonable time than the day before.

She swung her legs out of bed and almost stepped on the sleeping Arachne. Her lithe weight would probably not even be noticed by the demon, and if it was, it sure wouldn’t hurt her. Still, Eva carefully stepped over Arachne.

After hopping in and out of the shower, Eva found Arachne had moved to sitting on the edge of her bed. “I’ll be going to school in a few minutes,” she said while finding a fresh shirt to wear. “It is only a half day, so afterwards I think I’ll stop by the vet’s office. I’ll stop back here and we can go to master’s place.”

“Take me with you.”

Eva froze with a skirt half on. “I can’t do that. People will–”

“As a spider,” Arachne said, her voice completely serious. “It will be an experiment to see how people react to me hanging around you.”

“That’s…” Eva didn’t expect the spider-woman to be hanging around her all that much. Arachne apparently had other ideas. She hadn’t really thought about it, but Eva supposed she couldn’t leave her locked up in her dorm room the entire time. That would lead to worse things; a bored Arachne with cabin fever could only lead to despair. “Maybe to the vet’s office.”

“I’ll hide,” the demon said. “In your clothes or your bag, somewhere. No one will even know I’m there. Then you don’t have to come back here.”

“Arachne…” Eva sat next to her on the bed, taking one of her hands in her own. “I’m sorry I disappeared yesterday. I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll be back before noon and we’ll head to the vet’s office.”

The spider-woman didn’t frown, or nod, or react much at all besides staring her eight eyes into Eva’s two.

Eva sighed. There is no way this is going to end well. “You’ll hide.” Arachne nodded. “You won’t be seen by anyone.” Another nod. “You won’t harm anyone.” Arachne hesitated. Eva sighed and said, “unless they’re about to kill me.” Arachne gave a reluctant nod.

Eva stared into the smooth red facets that passed for Arachne’s eyes. None of her typical flippant or jovial attitude shown through.

With a feeling that she had done so too often in the last few days, Eva sighed again. “Alright,” she said.

Arachne catapulted Eva into a hug with far more limbs than normal. “You won’t regret it,” Arachne whispered in her ear.

Too late, Eva thought.

Flesh squelched as Arachne began retracting her limbs. Carapace folded in on itself as the spider-woman shrank and lost the woman part of her title.

Eva watched on in morbid fascination. It wasn’t the first time Eva had seen her transform, but it was always a bit disturbing. It was one thing to watch a car sized abdomen and legs deflate into a human body, it was another thing to watch a human body crush itself into a spider.

The tarantula in front of her kept Arachne’s trademark black shine. That was about all that stayed the same. Her body was made of two thick orbs, the front of which had eight red eyes and two large fangs. Both orbs together were about as long as Eva’s forearm, though a bit thicker.

Eight legs spread out of her body, each very reminisce of her human form’s fingers. Where her fingers were already far longer than human fingers, her legs were nearly half again the length of her body. Like her fingers, they were each jointed in six spots along the leg.

Using those legs, Arachne scaled Eva’s arm. She reached Eva’s shoulder. Eva expected her to settle in, but the spider kept climbing.

She nestled herself on the crown of Eva’s head, her large fangs just barely hanging into Eva’s vision. Some of her legs gripped Eva’s head. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to not fall off. Other legs touched against her shoulders to further support the spider.

Eva stiffened. While she was weaker as a spider than her human or great-spider forms, Eva held no doubt that Arachne’s limbs could easily pop her skull like a baseball bat to a watermelon.

How is that any different from normal. The spider-woman was abnormally fond of hugs and other physical contact. Any of those times could have seen Eva shred to ribbons. But, Eva thought, it is different from normal. This time we are contracted to each other, rather than her to Devon.

Eva relaxed. She took a deep breath and slowly turned her head. When Arachne didn’t even budge, she tried moving a bit faster. The spider atop her head remained in place. Eva did a light jog around the room to no detriment of the spider.

“Alright, I’m going to try stepping.”

That gave the spider some panic. At least, Eva thought it was panic. The legs touching her shoulders rapidly tapped against her cheek. The fangs at the top of her vision twitched and trembled.

“Alright, stop,” she said. “Right shoulder for yes, left shoulder for no.”

Her left shoulder received several hard taps.

“I can take my clothes and several small objects, including books. You’re pretty small.”

Again, Arachne tapped ‘no.’

Eva glanced out the window. The sun had yet to rise, but the sky had lightened to a much lighter blue. “Alright, hang on, we’re going to double time it then.”

Once the spider had her legs back in position, Eva took off at a run.

Eva’s school was along the edge of downtown. It wouldn’t take more than thirty minutes at a full run. Stepping would bring the time down to a mere five minutes with a decent amount of rest between steps.

With Arachne on her head, things were a bit different. She didn’t want to run too fast for fear of knocking her off. Arachne wrapped a pair of legs beneath Eva’s chin to help keep her from bouncing on her head.

They got to the school in just under an hour, plenty of time before classes started.

“Arachne,” Eva said, “time to hide.” She reached for her book bag, but her hands came up empty. Eva sighed. Her bag was still full of gold from two nights ago, lying in her room.

Arachne didn’t notice or didn’t care about Eva’s minor frustration. She slipped off Eva’s head and straight down her shirt.

Eva burst out giggling. It took a serious effort to keep from swatting at the tickling spider.

Once Arachne settled into place, her long legs wrapped firmly around Eva’s body, Eva peeked down her shirt. She was met with red eyes staring up at her from beneath her developing chest. The curved outside edges of the spider’s fangs rested lightly against her sternum.

“Well,” Eva said, “I hope you’re happy with yourself. You’re in for a boring few hours.”

One of Arachne’s legs carefully loosened and tapped her left shoulder.

“Uh huh. You say that now. We’ll see you singing a different tune by the end of English.”

With that, Eva walked into school to begin her last day of middle school.

“I don’t believe you.”

Arachne tapped out a ‘no’ once again.

Eva looked both ways before crossing the street. “I was bored. Especially during math. We didn’t even have a test, just sat around waiting for the next class.”

Peeking down her shirt, Arachne just sat, staring. Her fangs slightly twitched against Eva’s chest.

“Well,” Eva said, “we’re almost there. Are you going to get back on my head?”

Arachne hesitated. The leg that had been tapping her left shoulder lifted. Yet it never tapped Eva’s shoulder. Instead, the rest of her legs loosened and she carefully made her way out from under Eva’s shirt.

Ready for her moving, Eva did not burst into giggles this time. Instead, she marveled at how delicately the spider moved across her skin. By all rights, Arachne’s sharp limbs should have given her several shallow cuts at the very least. Healing cuts was the first thing one learned with blood magic, but that she didn’t have to was a fairly big deal to her.

With Arachne back on her head, Eva made the rest of the way to the Thompson clinic. A driver gave her a bit of an odd look, but didn’t stop.

The chime rang its friendly tune as Eva entered the lobby. Nurse Vallenger looked up from her computer and gave Eva a smile.

“Hello, Eva–” The nurse gave a startled shriek as her eyes locked on the spider on Eva’s head.

Eva could feel Arachne’s limbs tense as she tried to calm the nurse. Well, that went well.

Doctor Thompson emerged from the back room. He put himself between the nurse and the front door, looking ready to attack, without even a second of hesitation. The hesitation came when he saw Eva. His eyes flicked from her face to her head and back several times. To his credit, he didn’t start screaming. A brief look of realization passed over his face before he sighed.

“Calm down, Kattie. It is just Eva.” He gave a bit of a glare at the girl. “I’m sure she knows she has a rubber spider on her head.”

Rubber? Eva frowned. “Don’t be startled doctor.” She held out her arm in front of her face. It was a bit awkward to watch Arachne balance her long legs on a narrow surface, but the spider climbed off her head and into her open palm. “Arachne is very much alive.” She brought her other hand together to give the large spider some room.

Doctor Thompson went wide-eyed. “That’s…”

“A West African tarantula,” Eva lied. “I’m sure I’ve mentioned her before. I thought I’d bring her in while I said goodbye.” Eva looked to the still petrified nurse. “Sorry for scaring you, Mrs. Vallenger.”

The nurse gave less than a halfhearted smile. “I–I always thought daddy long-legs were cute.”

“That’s nice, I guess,” Eva said slowly.

Doctor Thomson frowned at his colleague before turning back to Eva. “I may be a veterinarian, but I’m no expert in spiders. Still, I thought tarantulas were covered in fur and poisonous bristles.”

Eva lifted Arachne back up to her shoulder from where the spider quickly moved to Eva’s head. “Most are, there are a few that don’t. Arachne is one of those.” She smiled as Arachne’s fangs came into view. “You probably don’t want to be bitten by these, though,” she said with a gesture to the dangling fangs.

“You don’t seem very concerned.”

Eva gently stroked one of the dangling legs. “She is quite friendly. I’m sure she wouldn’t object to being touched, if you wanted,” she said, directed more at Arachne than the doctor.

“I think I will pass.” He glanced at the nurse who was shaking her head. “You said something about goodbye?”

“Yeah. I’m moving to Montana for the foreseeable future. I might stop by on occasion, but I am afraid I won’t be volunteering here this summer.”

He gave a light chuckle. “That’s a shame, I was considering hiring you on with pay this summer.”

“I’m sure you were,” Eva said with a mirrored chuckle. She glanced at the unusually quiet nurse and felt a pang of sympathy for the poor woman. “Well, I suppose I’ll be taking off then.” Eva turned towards the door and opened it.

“Eva,” Doctor Thompson called after her, “you’re always welcome here. Perhaps just a bit of warning before bringing any pets.”

Eva smiled and waved goodbye. She walked out the door and immediately ran to the nearest alley.

At Eva’s prodding, Arachne unfurled herself into a human form. A grin split across her face when she turned to Eva.

“Did you see her face?” Arachne cackled. “I want to go back there and just casually crawl up to her. Maybe put one leg on her foot.”

“Arachne, I like her. She’s nice. Don’t be mean.” Eva frowned at the spider-woman’s laugh. “And if you get near her foot, you’re going to get stepped on.”

Arachne’s laugher ceased. She puffed out her chest and said, “Just who do you think I am? As if a mere human could hurt me by stepping on me.”

“Still,” Eva continued, ignoring Arachne’s boasts, “if that is how everyone reacts then we are going to have a pretty bad time.”

“Maybe the first time. They would get used to it if you are always seen with me.” Arachne frowned, then began to look a bit sick. “Maybe,” she started, hesitantly, “maybe if you kept me in a cage. After getting people used to me in a cage, you can let me out around them. Then we can do away with the cage altogether.”

“That is,” Eva tried to find the right words, “unexpectedly thoughtful of you.”

“It isn’t as if I couldn’t get out of a cage on my own if something happened.”

Eva nodded. “Let’s make a stop back home. I need to pick up some things before we head to my master’s place.”

Devon had been in a sorry mood the last time she saw him. Eva wasn’t looking forward to meeting with him so soon. Hopefully she could just pop in, drop the pamphlet for the school on his desk, and leave.

A clawed hand gripping her shoulder broke Eva out of her thoughts. Before she could even blink she found herself scooped up in Arachne’s arms. A short leap brought them to the roof and another leap had them flying through the air.

Eva pinched her eyes shut. “I can step myself, you know,” she half shouted in midair.

“I know.” Arachne leapt again in the direction of the abandoned retirement home. “This way we can go together.”

Eva had no protests for that. She kept her eyes closed and put her trust in the demon’s strong grip.

The door creaked open and Eva peeked inside. The lights were on, but no master sat in the main room. She walked inside with a human-form Arachne following close behind.

Empty potion bottles lay about the floor. Broken splinters of wood from one of the chairs lay next to one wall. The table was overturned with papers and books strewn about in front of it.

Eva exchanged a glance with Arachne. “Maybe we should just leave a note,” the demon said.

“No,” Eva shook her head. “Let’s find him.”

Arachne shrugged. “I’ll leave the door open just in case we need a quick exit.”

Eva sighed but didn’t disagree.

They walked through the empty train station. Eva peeked into the summoning chamber and the library, both empty, on their way to the room Devon Foster adopted as his bedroom. The sheer silence of the place made the hair on the back of Eva’s neck stand on end.

Eva knocked twice on her master’s door. The door creaked open with the second knock. A strong scent billowed through the crack. Eva almost choked. Arachne took several steps back.

Pulling the sleeve of her jacket over he mouth, Eva pushed open the door.

Seated naked in the middle of the floor was her master. A ritual circle had been drawn around him and several scented candles and incense sticks were burning at various points around the circle. Wet spaghetti noodles lay within a ring opposite of Devon. A ball of twine and no less than thirty blue jellybeans in neat lines sat in their own rings to either side of the noodles.

The naked master was the only thing that made sense to Eva. A disproportionate amount of rituals required full nudity.

“Master,” Eva all but whispered. She was starting to think leaving a note was the right idea after all.

Devon’s eyes snapped open. “Ah. Eva. I needed a counter-balance. Strip and sit behind the hemlock.”

Eva looked over the ritual circle again. After a shared shrug with Arachne, she said, “Are you feeling alright?”

“I was until you broke my concentration. Now I have to start the ritual over again.” He stood up and turned to a cupboard full of potions. He took two steps before stumbling and very nearly falling flat on his face.

Eva winced as his leg came into view. The swelling had gone down, as had a bit of redness. It might still be a month or more before it was even remotely back to normal, if ever.

She stepped into the room and took Devon’s hand. “Come on master,” she said. “Let’s get you to bed. I think you’ve had enough potions for now.”

Eva helped her master limp over to his bed. She got him under the covers and tucked in. With a stick of chalk lying on the floor, Eva drew a small sloth rune on his bedside table. “Sleep for now, we’ll find you some help.”

Turning back to the snickering spider-demon, Eva motioned her over. She dropped her bag on a desk beside the bed. “Arachne, we’re going with the note plan. Write down everything you know about our trip. There are pamphlets in my bag you can use for more information.”

Arachne frowned. “And what will you be doing?”

“Getting help,” Eva said with a smile. She turned and walked out to the main room.

Vials, potions, and books lay around the filing cabinet. Several were still full of various liquids. They had been pulled out of the drawer and tossed about without being properly put away. Getting close to it without stepping on anything was a challenge. Luckily, the top drawer was almost untouched.

The small jar of eel eyes was almost empty. Two was all she needed, but she made a note on the sheet for low ingredients for when her master was feeling better. Eva headed to the kitchen and retrieved a small bowl and a carton of milk. Enticement in hand, Eva moved straight to the summoning chamber.

Not taking the chance of getting trapped, Eva left the door wide open. She wasn’t about to summon anything extremely dangerous anyway.

Eva plucked a stick of chalk off the wall and made several changes to the universal summoning circle. She added a name, species, and specified the enticement she was about to lay out. Two eel eyes tipped out of the jar onto the center of the circle. Eva poured the bowl of milk and placed it outside the summoning ring, but still within the shackles.

After a quick double-check, Eva stepped back and began channeling magic.

With the changes she made to the circle, no requests needed to be made.

Two green eyes popped into the summoning circle. Each had a dark slit running vertically. Sharp teeth followed with a tongue and mouth soon after. A feline head covered in black fur formed around the face.

The disembodied cat head bent down and ate both eel eyes in one quick snap of its jaw.

A body covered in black fur materialized out of the air and attached itself to the head. Eva smiled as she recognized the white tuft of fur on its chest shaped like an apple.

“Hello Arthfael.”

The dog-sized cat glanced up at her, but noticed the bowl of milk on the way. He crawled over and started lapping up the milk.

Eva stepped into the circle and knelt down, stroking the cat’s soft fur. She listened to his purring with a silly grin on her face.

She couldn’t help it. Cats were cute.

Of course, the large creature wasn’t actually a cat.

Cait si were technically not demons, her master once told her. They were a subset of fae. They, along with simorghs, boggarts, most snake-related beings, and a handful of other creatures, were part of a small group of outliers that could be summoned with an infernal summoning circle.

Why it was possible had never been adequately explained to Eva. She didn’t care too much; demonology was her master’s domain, not hers.

As the milk dwindled in the bowl, Eva took the chalk and drew a straight line through the shackles to break them. “Come on,” she said, “I need a favor.”

The cait si gave her a glance then returned to the bowl. It tried to lick up every last vestige of milk.

Eva sighed. “We will get you some more milk later if you’re good. I might even go out and get you some fresh fish.”

Arthfael perked up at that. When he crossed over the shackles, Eva erased the line that broke them. She left her modifications to the summoning circle and the jar of eel eyes, but picked up the bowl and carton of milk. Devon could clean up the rest after he was feeling better.

“Come on,” Eva said as she stepped out of the room. “Master is feeling a bit under the weather. And he is injured.”

Arachne perked up as they entered the room. When she saw the cait si, she frowned. “I thought you were getting help. What is that ball of fluff supposed to do?”

Arthfael just stuck his nose in the air and strutted past Arachne without a second glance.

“Hey,” Eva said, “cait si have healing abilities.”

Arachne said with a scoff, “and I can weave works that leave gods stunned in awe.” She turned back and continued writing in a notebook. “Oh wait,” she held up a six jointed finger, “I can weave gods into a stupor. Sometimes I forget how amazing I am.”

“Yeah, you’re hilarious.” Eva threw back the bed sheets and knelt down by her master’s leg. She said to Arthfael, “An Elysium Sister hit him with a spell that looked like a bolt of lightning. He was healing it himself and it seemed to be working, albeit slowly. He apparently took the wrong combination of potions because,” she gestured towards the ritual circle on the floor, “he thought whatever this is would work.”

The great cat leapt onto the bed, causing it to sink under his weight. He sniffed at the leg, glanced back at Eva, then licked it.

Eva winced, glad her master was asleep while the sandpaper like tongue ran across his injured leg.

“If you can help heal it, great. If not then don’t worry. Just try to keep him away from the potions for a few days. I’ll make sure to leave a note about how he owes you lots of extra fish.

“Speaking of, Arachne.” The spider-demon turned in her chair. “I’m heading out to pick up a few supplies for our trip, as well as a fresh fish for Arthfael. When you are done with the letter, head back home and start putting anything you think we should take in a neat pile. Clothes, books, everything.”

That said, Eva turned to leave the room. “Oh,” she paused at the door. She flicked her finger between the cat and the spider. “No fighting.”

Eva stepped straight through the window into her room with a freshly acquired suitcase. It was already loaded down with books she had liberated from her master’s library.

A pile of clothes lay neatly folded on the end of her bed. Next to it lay a small satchel containing potions. Inside were mostly restoratives, though a few poisons seemed to have made their way in. Her two daggers along with all her vials of Arachne’s blood rested atop a pile of books, mostly on the topic of blood magic.

The only thing missing was the cage for Arachne and the spider-demon herself.

“Arachne,” Eva called out. “Are you home?”

“In here.”

Eva poked her head into the hall and peeked around. Arachne sat on the floor in the open doorway of the summoning room. Six legs arced out from her back, flexing slightly around her.

“Is it staring at you again?” Eva asked as she walked up behind her.

“No it isn’t.” She stood up and edged around the shackles. The skull never budged. “I even climbed outside the window to see if it would look at me then, but it didn’t.”

“Maybe it wasn’t sure if you were a threat or not the first time, now it doesn’t think you are.”

Arachne growled. “I think I’d rather be seen as a threat.”

Eva walked inside the shackles and picked up the black skull. “I haven’t had the time to really examine it,” she said. She held it out in her palm, weighing it.

While it was still golden and in the bag, it had been very heavy. All the gold she had stolen was heavy. They always said gold was heavy but she never had the opportunity to just grab a handful and hold it in her hands.

Now that it had blackened, the skull weighed almost twice as much. Despite feeling the weight, Eva had no trouble lifting up the palm sized skull. It was an odd sensation. Her arm should be straining right now, but it didn’t feel much different from holding a baseball.

Arachne looked like she wanted to tackle it out of Eva’s hands. “It didn’t kill me before, so I doubt it will kill me now,” Eva said. “But we can’t leave it here. If it is a beacon, I don’t want to return sometime in the future to find an angry hel trapped inside the shackles for who knows how long.”

“We should destroy it.”

Eva shook her head. “I’m a bit averse to that for similar reasons.”

Arachne just growled again.

Eva frowned at the spider-demon. Something was eating her up. Something more than just holding a potentially dangerous object. Or maybe that’s just it, Eva thought as she looked back to the skull.

“We’ll take it with us. I think one of your first jobs will be to find a place where we can put all our extracurricular equipment that isn’t a dorm full of schoolchildren.”

Eva gave the skull an experimental toss straight up. Just enough force for it to leave her hand. She caught it again with no problem save for the odd weight-weightless feeling.

“Let’s go put everything in the suitcase and head to bed. Our flight leaves early tomorrow.”

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Sunlight crept through the second floor of the abandoned retirement home. It prowled through the corridors until it came to the last room. Ignoring the blood wards and avoidance runes, it pounced on the sleeping girl.

Eva groaned and pulled her covers over her eyes. She slept through her alarm and school with it, only to be awoken by the cruel morning sun. She missed some of the final tests for the year, yet somehow school just didn’t feel as important with all the events of yesterday.

Besides, what were they going to do? Keep her out of the magical school?

She sat up. Would Zoe Baxter reject her for ditching the last few days of eighth grade?

Eva threw off her covers and jumped out of bed. The sun, while not high in the sky, was high enough for her to have missed at least two classes. Eva cursed her lack of a watch and vowed to pick up a small mechanical pocket watch someplace.

She almost stepped straight through her window, but she hesitated. While books might not be needed for her tests, Eva didn’t think showing up naked would garner her any extra points. She threw on a skirt and shirt, grabbed her pens and Zoe Baxter’s card, and stepped.

She kept stepping, rooftop to rooftop, until she found herself at her school. It wouldn’t do to step right in front of someone even with how late she was running. Instead, Eva stepped behind a small tool shed on the school property and ran straight in the front doors.

The large clock adorning the main entry way showed quarter to ten. Math and English had both passed. Eva ran to her science class. It only started five minutes ago. With any luck they hadn’t started the test yet.

It took several lies about caring for a sick father and losing track of time, but Eva managed to finish the day. She even managed to make up her math and English test, though English had a part two the next day along with another science test.

Next was meeting with Zoe Baxter. Eva thought about calling her in the middle of school, or perhaps a little coffee shop, but if the woman wanted to meet in a public place, they wouldn’t have approached her in the alley to begin with.

So, Eva chose the original alley. After double checking to make sure there were no people around, Eva pulled out the business card. Realizing she had never given the card a second glance, Eva looked it over.

It wasn’t anything special. Any random person would probably not give it a second look. It didn’t mention magic or the academy. Zoe Baxter, Instructor, and a small circle on one side. The back was completely blank.

The circle was the obvious point to tap. Deliberately avoiding it, Eva tapped just beneath the name.

It didn’t matter. The circle faded slightly. Cupping her hands over the card, Eva found the circle faintly glowing.

Less than a minute after tapping the card, cold air blew through the alley. A light clearing of a throat startled Eva.

She reached for her dagger and vials as she whirled around. Yet all her hands gripped was empty air.

It was probably for the best. Standing in front of her was Zoe Baxter in her black suit with red tie. Her face was framed by her bobbed hair with not a single strand out-of-place.

It had to be done by magic.

Zoe tilted her head slightly. “Jumpy much?”

Eva relaxed her pose, trying not to look like she had been about to attack her future instructor. “Tired, actually. I had a long night and you startled me.”

“Hmm. Getting into trouble?”

“I wish.” Eva gave a small chuckle. “Studying.”

“Ah yes, your current school. Classes going well?”

“I have a few tests tomorrow and then I’ll be done until… well hopefully forever, I suppose.”

“I take it you spoke with your… person, then?”

“We agreed that it might be handy for me to learn ‘proper’ magic,” Eva said, emphasizing her air quotes.

“Indeed. And this person is who taught you magic?”

“I said last time that I learned from books.”

“Miss Spencer. Books are many things, but a substitute to thaumaturgical instruction they are not. If you wish to attend my academy, I would appreciate it if you do not lie so plainly to my face.”

Eva had to suppress a flinch, but compared to Ylva, the woman’s glare amounted to almost nothing. “I apologize,” she said, “I’ll keep my lies more subdued in your presence.”

The corners of Zoe Baxter’s mouth twitched, though Eva couldn’t tell if it was into a smile or a frown. “I suppose it would be too much to ask to meet this person?”

“I’ll ask, but he is a fairly private individual.” Personally, Eva didn’t really care if they met. Getting her master to meet with someone might just prove a fun side challenge to herself.

“Can you tell me if he uses a focus or does magic like you do.”

Eva considered for a moment. There probably wasn’t much harm in answering. “He uses rings.” She tapped her right ring and middle finger. “They connect to a bracelet that… does magic. I’m not sure on the exact details.”

“Ah. A fighter then?” The woman looked more interested than concerned that Eva had spent time learning from a potentially dangerous person.

“You can tell just by his focus?”

Taking on a pose Eva imagined she used while lecturing, Zoe Baxter paced up and down the short alley. “While wands are the standard focus, they are easily broken, dropped, or disarmed, especially in the heat of combat. Rings are none of these things and generally preferred by combat mages. They aren’t the only type, of course, but fairly common.”

“I see.” Eva thought for a moment. “Well, he may have been a fighter once upon a time, but he can barely walk right now. I doubt he’ll be having too many adventures at the moment.” And that, Eva thought, wasn’t even a lie.

“While I would like to meet this mysterious guardian of yours, we should go back to the matter at hand. You have decided to accept the Brakket’s offer for enrollment and scholarship?”

Eva nodded. “If you’ll have me.”

“Excellent.” Zoe Baxter pulled out a large manila envelope from somewhere within her jacket. How it fit without being folded around her body had to be magic.

Eva accepted the offered envelope and peeked inside.

“Within you will find a card, similar to a credit card. It will get you all your meals, uniforms, books, and other school equipment. It also has a small monthly allowance for other necessities you may have.” She paused and held up her fingers pinched together. “And I do mean small, Miss Spencer. We are not a charity.”

“Eva,” Eva said. “Will I be paying back this credit card for the next hundred years?”

“We highly encourage graduates of our school to donate money. Especially those who used the scholarship program. Donations are where the money on that card comes from, after all.

“The envelope also contains important school information, such as required equipment and book lists. Your plane ticket is also there.”

“Ticket?” Eva poked around in the envelope until she found a thin strip of paper. She had never flown before, but the ticket looked entirely normal. Given the business card had looked normal, that wasn’t saying much.

Eva’s eyes flicked over the date. “The seventh? That’s–”

“The day after tomorrow,” Zoe confirmed.

“So soon? When does school start?”

“The end of August.”

“Why the difference in time?”

“Mostly to get students acquainted and settled in. There are a number of summer seminars that most find interesting as well. The information for them should be in your packet.” She paused, considering. “If that is a problem, you are free to leave at any time, even during the school year. You could live here so long as you make it to classes on time. I will warn you, our campus is located in Montana. There is no daily transport between there and Florida.”

“No, that’s fine. I was just curious.”

“Very well. I will leave you to your packing. Should you need anything, another of my business cards is in the envelope. Should you miss your flight, tap the ticket five times in a star pattern and it will change to work with another flight in early July.”

Eva nodded. “One question,” she said, “are pets allowed?”

“Some students bring pets, cats are especially popular these days. I can’t think of any rules that disallow other types of pets. One student has a snake, but it is slightly unorthodox. What kind of pet is it?”

“Tarantula.”

Zoe Baxter made a face. The first real expression of emotion that Eva had seen on her. It wasn’t particularly pleasant. Her sharp face was much more suited to stern expressions than fear or disgust.

Eva just gave her a smile.

“I will be sure to find someone else to take care of your dorm inspections.”

“Oh don’t worry. She won’t bite– She doesn’t–” Eva took her turn to frown. “I’ll keep her in a cage during inspections.”

“Your roommates may not be pleased. I’ll leave that for you to work out.”

“Roommates?”

“Two roommates.” Zoe pulled out her small notebook and flipped a few pages. “You are with Juliana Rivas and,” she flipped another page, “and pending. I suppose you’ll find out when you get there.”

“I see.”

“If there is nothing else then?”

Eva shook her head.

“Then I will see you in Montana.” Zoe Baxter turned and vanished.

Eva frowned as the cool air breezed through the alley. She had forgotten about her guest until the end of their conversation. She was still mad at the demon, but she didn’t mean to neglect her for an entire day.

Hopefully she wouldn’t be too angry.

Hopefully she didn’t wander.

Eva sighed. Hopefully the blood trail would be easy to pick up.

— — —

Arachne was having a bad day.

She filled up the blood vials, perfectly of course. Not a speck of dust made it in.

She settled down on the lobby bench and waited for morning. Being a demon, Arachne never had the need for sleep. Still, it was a way to pass time without doing anything. So she tried to sleep.

It didn’t go over so well.

The dust in the lobby kept getting under her exoskeleton. It itched in every nook and cranny of her body. She wanted a bath.

Instead of sleeping, Arachne wandered the first floor. None of the appliances or plumbing worked, not that she expected it to, but there was nothing that wasn’t covered in decades of dust to help clean her off.

Arachne returned to the lobby and sat perfectly still. She didn’t want to disturb more dust or agitate the dust already on her.

And she waited.

When the sun finally decided to wake up and spread its tendrils of light, Arachne perked up. Her Eva would be up soon and there had to be something to help clean up on the second floor.

She waited. Her new master never descended. But Arachne wasn’t going to disappoint her Eva on the first day of their contract.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, Arachne felt a small doubt. She knew Eva had school, and that it started some time in the morning. Morning had long since passed. Shouldn’t her Eva be up by now?

She twitched. Had something happened to her new master?

Five more minutes. Arachne would wait in the lobby, unmoving. Five more minutes.

But her Eva never descended the stairs.

Worry began to fill Arachne. What if it were too late. Their contract—their connection—was still there, so her master wasn’t dead.

Arachne stood and approached the stairs. She paced at the bottom. Worry rising within her. She didn’t think her new master had added her blood to the blood wards. Not unless she had a spare vial of it upstairs.

But could she chance her new master being hurt beyond the wards?

She walked up the first step. One of her long legs extended from her waist. She held it out in front of her and cautiously moved to the second step. The third step.

At the forth step, her extended leg began tingling. Just a light tickle of a feeling.

The sixth step the tickle turned to a small burn.

By eight, the burn had turned to all out pain and the rest of her body started the tingling.

The moment her feet moved to the tenth step, her leg at the top of the staircase exploded into a shower of black viscera.

Arachne stepped down three steps, bringing her leg closer for inspection. She grinned at the bleeding stump. As expected of her Eva. She doubted even a full-fledged devil would be able to survive more than thirty seconds in that killing field.

Her smile slipped into a frown. If a devil couldn’t survive up there, what chance did she have.

She retracted her bloodied leg. It would heal quick enough, benefits of being a demon. Now she needed a new plan.

Arachne walked outside. The sun had crossed the high point in the sky and was slowly descending towards evening. Still her new master was missing.

Four undamaged legs sprouted from her back. She used them in conjunction with her clawed hands and feet to scale the outside of the building. She carefully approached the second floor, but the tingle of the blood wards didn’t reach outside the building.

Moving from room to room, Arachne searched for any sign of her master. Several of the rooms looked just as abandoned as the first floor. Some were cleaned. One was used as a miniature version of Devon Foster’s library. Another held shelves of potions.

One room had obviously been set up as a summoning chamber. A small black skull sat in the center, staring at Arachne with vacant eyes. As she moved, the skull seemed to follow her, yet even with eight eyes she couldn’t actually see it move.

Arachne didn’t like it. It was obviously demonic in origin. If someone was trying to steal her Eva…

The concrete wall cracked and fractured under her grip. She stopped and calmed herself with several deep breaths. Unless that skull had something to do with her master’s disappearance, she would deal with it later.

For now, she still had rooms to check.

Eventually she found a room with a slept in bed, no dust, and clothes tossed about the floor. It was on the opposite side of the building from the summoning room.

Through the door Arachne could still see the skull, staring at her. She grit her sharp teeth, baring them at the skull. Nothing she could do about it while the blood wards were active.

Arachne did notice a problem, however. Her new master’s bed lay beneath the window. Even with the killing field of her blood wards, it was entirely possible for an attacker to strike from outside the window.

She made a note to mention it to her master later.

Still, the room was devoid of any masters and the adjacent room had no lights on.

Arachne grumbled, making her way to the roof.

Where could her master have gone. Arachne looked around the landscape. She didn’t know the direction of her master’s school. She could find someone and ask them, but then she would have to deal people seeing her. Getting blood on her dust-covered self didn’t sound like a good thing.

While trying to decide on a course of action, a flicker caught her attention. A second figure flickered on a rooftop closer than the first.

A grin spread across her face as the figure flickered once again. Her Eva was stepping back towards Arachne.

Eva noticed Arachne on the roof and stepped straight in front of her.

Arachne leapt forward and clasped her claws and her four extra legs around her Eva.

Her new master stiffened the moment her limbs wrapped around the young girl. It hurt that she reacted that way, but she relaxed as Arachne ran her sharp fingers through her long, straight hair. Arachne restrained herself to the point where her fingers ran lightly enough to not damage her skin. Damaging her Eva would be… bad.

“I was worried something happened to you.” Arachne quickly tried to explain why she left the lobby. “I peeked in and I couldn’t find you and I didn’t know where you had gone–”

“I’m sorry Arachne.” She returned the stroking motion in Arachne’s own spindly tendril like hair. “I forgot. I– You don’t smell like human blood.”

Arachne sniffed herself. “No. Should I? I can fix that.”

“No. No. It is fine, I just was expecting… well, never mind.”

“Are you sure? I’m sure I could find someone around here to–”

“Arachne.” Her Eva gave one of those glares.

“It was just a joke,” Arachne lied.

“I know,” her Eva said. She patted Arachne’s back just lightly enough to send chills down her carapace. “Come on. We need to have a little talk if you’re going to be going to that school with me. I trust you finished filling those vials?”

Arachne nodded.

“Lets get you keyed and then have our talk.”

Arachne scooped up her new master and held her tight against her chest. She ignored her master’s feeble attempts at escaping and leapt off the roof. Arachne knew her Eva could move about easier with stepping, and knew she didn’t like being held. Arachne ignored that. She liked doing the holding. Unless her master gave explicit orders not to, she would do as she liked.

Even if she did order it, Arachne might forget on occasion.

Eva took the vials and went up to the second floor.

Left on her own, Arachne fidgeted. Without the distractions of searching for her master or holding her Eva, the itchiness of the dust came back. She had agitated it with moving so much.

Cleaning herself wouldn’t be a fun experience.

A moment after she went up, Eva came back down.

“You’re keyed in, but there is black blood splattered around the staircase. Something you want to tell me?”

“You didn’t come down and I was worried,” Arachne said miming the human shrug expression. “On the plus side, your wards work very well against demons. So, congratulations.”

An expression of sadness fell over her Eva’s face. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I should have keyed you in last night. Or just not forgotten. I panicked this morning and–are you okay? You’re not hurt badly are you?”

Arachne had conflicted feelings. On one claw, she was happy her master was showing such concern. On the other, she didn’t like her being sad or weak. Arachne smiled a wide grin to try to dissuade her worries. “Already healed,” she said, flexing her still extended extra legs.

In truth, her damaged limb hadn’t healed yet. Something with her Eva’s blood wards had slowed her healing. It was healing, just slower than expected. She would probably be done healing by morning. Still, the power of her master’s blood… As expected of one she called her master.

Once again, Arachne walked up the stairs. The tingling pain was, thankfully, absent this time.

Eva led her down the short corridor to her room.

Arachne paused outside the room and glanced into the summoning room. “That skull,” Arachne said, “what is it?”

Eva walked back out of her room. “That was a ‘gift’ from a hel named Ylva.”

“I don’t like it. It was staring at me earlier.” Arachne walked around the room, careful to not get near the shackles around the summoning circle. The skull just sat, staring blankly at the wall. Arachne frowned and looked back to Eva. “I was climbing around the windows while trying to find you. When I passed this room, its gaze followed me.”

Eva did the shrug thing with her shoulders. “She said it wouldn’t hurt me and while I am not about to take the words of a demon at face value, I did give her quite the gift in return, apparently.”

Arachne frowned again, but didn’t say anything. She allowed Eva to lead her out of the room by her claw, but kept her eyes on the skull until Eva’s room door shut. It never once turned away from the wall.

Now in her new master’s room, Arachne took a look around. She wanted to skitter around and touch every little thing, but she was still dirty. Eva was sure to get mad at dirt in her bed. “Do you have a bath?”

“Oh.” Eva’s eyes ran down and back up Arachne’s body. She took Arachne’s claw in her own hand again and led her into the small adjacent room. “If you turn the shower head a quarter turn clockwise, hot water will come out.”

Eva left the room, shutting the door behind her, before Arachne could ask if she wanted to shower too. Her new master was looking more grimy than she normally did.

Arachne stepped into the shower and carefully placed her fingers around the shower head. Taking great care to not squeeze too hard, Arachne slowly twisted until water fell out.

It wasn’t as good as a bath might have been, but at least she didn’t soak in dust filled water. Arachne ran her sharp fingers between every nook and joint of her body. She started with her finger joints, then wrists, then arms, and so on.

Once satisfied, Arachne carefully turned off the water. Her armored carapace was once again a smooth and shiny black. While her skin didn’t trap near as much water as human skin, she was still wet. Not wanting to get Eva’s living place wet, Arachne looked around the small room.

A single towel hung over a rack. Her Eva’s towel.

Arachne grabbed it as delicately as she could. She hugged it to her body, taking a long smell.

Arachne frowned. It didn’t smell much of Eva. Was it fresh or did showers wash away too much scent to really stick to the towel?

Sighing, she dried herself off.

Arachne stepped back into the bedroom.

Eva sat on the edge of her bed, reading one of the books on hel. She looked up at Arachne’s entrance. The teeth in her smile had just a hint of the sharpness present in Arachne’s own. Her eyes, once hazel several years ago, now held a small glimmer of red.

“Do you need a shower as well, Eva?” Arachne asked with a smile of her own.

Eva pulled at the top of her shirt and leaned her head down for a smell. She pulled back with a slight grimace. “I didn’t take one last night and missed this morning as well. But talk first,” she said, patting a spot on the bed next to her.

Arachne accepted the invitation without protest. She nustled up right next to her Eva.

“Now,” Eva said, “we are leaving, via an airplane, for Montana the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow we will check in with master, and a few other people, and pack. Do you have anything you need to bring?”

Arachne shook her head. Apart from her master, she had nothing in this world to call her own.

“Okay. There is a problem, however.”

Arachne frowned, but said nothing.

“I may not know much about magical society, but I doubt demons are going to be widely accepted. If you’re not hunted down immediately.”

Arachne nodded. “Apart from summoners, most are heavily against demons. People like the nun from last night will attempt to banish or eliminate us on sight.”

“There is a solution, I hope anyway.” Eva stood up and moved to a closet. She rummaged around for a minute before pulling out a cage designed for small animals.

With a frown, Arachne sighed. She slumped her shoulders the way humans did when resigned to doing something they objected to. It was obvious where her new master was going with this.

“Don’t get too upset. Hopefully the cage is just for the trip there.” Eva returned to the bed, patting Arachne on her thigh. She perked up at the touch. “I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunity for you to stretch your legs.

“Speaking of stretching legs. There will be no attacking anyone while we are there. Not unless I am in immediate danger of grievous bodily harm.”

Arachne opened her mouth to argue. One of those glares snapped it shut again.

“I mean it,” Eva said. “Unless someone is trying to kill me, I will banish you. You’re the one who wanted to go, you are the one who forced the contract. You are going to follow my rules.”

Arachne just nodded.

“Good.” Eva stood up and started removing her clothes, tossing them into a basket of more clothes. “I’m going to take a shower and get some sleep. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” She paused, half way to the shower room. “There are a few other rooms up here, some have beds in them. You’re free to pick one you like.”

With a grimace, Arachne said, “they looked dusty when I peeked in earlier. But,” she ran her fingers down her shiny carapace, “I just got cleaned…” Could I sleep with you? Could I sleep in here? “Do you have any work that needs getting done? I don’t sleep much anyway.”

“I’d say you could pack for me, but I don’t even know what I’m bringing yet.” She gave a soft smile and walked to her closet. She pulled out a few thick blankets and laid them out next to her own bed. “Here, try to get some sleep. We’ll deal with packing in the morning.” With that she disappeared into the adjacent room.

Arachne waited until she heard water running, and then laid down on Eva’s bed. She just sat with a smile on her face, breathing in the scent of her new master.

She should have switched masters years ago.

The sound of running water stopped. Arachne reluctantly moved from Eva’s bed to the blankets on the floor. It wasn’t very comfortable, but still a step up from the dusty bench in the lobby.

Soon enough, the door to the shower room opened. Eva walked out and slinked straight to her bed. She dove under her covers, whispering “good night Arachne.”

The words shocked Arachne. Devon, when he forgot to banish her, just ignored her. She smiled. “Good night, Eva,” Arachne responded.

Arachne lay on her blankets. Her sharp teeth bared full in a grin. She listened as her Eva’s breaths shallowed to slow, calm breaths.

Arachne sat up, propping herself higher with a few spare appendages. Her eight eyes watched her sleeping master, a smile frozen on her face.

One year. Arachne had one year to encourage Eva to keep her around after their contract ended.

Her smile grew wider as a plan began to form.

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A second crack tore through the alley, bringing with it a blinding light. Eva heard her master cry out in pain.

The demon who tackled her quickly tore herself free and moved between the attacks and Eva. She almost charged forward, but something caused her to hesitate.

Eva, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate for a second. She whipped out two vials of her blood. The first was poured in a small circle, setting the radius and center point. The second vial was used to form a golf-ball sized globule hovering over the blood ring. Eva snapped her fingers.

A black-red sphere formed over the two women just as an attack hammered into the shield. The globule shrank noticeably and shrank again as another attack hit.

Confident that the shield would hold for at least a few more attacks, Eva uncorked her vials of demon blood and surveyed the alley.

A large pool of blood trailed to where her master sat against a building’s wall behind a large metal bin. She couldn’t see the pool in the darkness, but she knew it was there. Blood always stood out to her.

The trail ended at a fresh wound on her master’s leg. With another flash of lightning, Eva noted that Devon had chalk out and was inscribing something on the wall.

Eva ignored him, figuring he could take care of himself if he wasn’t dead, and turned her attention to their attacker.

Standing alone at the end of the alley was what could only be described as a nun. She wore a pure white version of the traditional nun’s habit and had a large silver cross dangling from her neck. Her eyes were aglow with white fire and her hands outstretched, sending what appeared to be bolts of lightning down the alley.

Eva withdrew demon’s blood from one vial, forming a golf-ball that seemed to absorb all light. With a flick of her wrist, Eva launched the ball at the nun’s face.

A faint blue light flickered before the nun just as the ball hit. Cracks spread out over the light. The nun ceased her attacks for an instant while her shield regenerated. The moment the cracks mended, the shield disappeared and she renewed her attacks tenfold.

Eva poured the second vial of demon blood into a sphere and dug the fingers of both hands into it. She pulled and twisted. Strands of blood stretched around a small circle in the air forming intricate designs as they moved. Once finished, Eva pulled back her right arm and punched it into the pattern as hard as she could.

A car sized fist fell through the air, directly on top of the nun’s head. The nun stumbled as her blue shield flickered once again. The shield cracked, sending ethereal shards flying around the alley. All too quickly the nun set about repairing her shield.

Out of handy blood, Eva cast her awareness about. Her master still sat, scribbling away on the wall. Arachne, on the other hand, simply stood within Eva’s blood shield. She looked thoughtful and all too pleased with herself for having contributed nothing to the fight.

“Arachne! Do you mind helping out a bit!”

The spider woman shrugged. “I was contracted for the smash and grab. You smashed, he grabbed. This,” she waved her needly fingers about the air, “is past that.”

“I thought we were family, sisters or whatever.”

Arachne shrugged again and pointed at herself. “Still a demon.”

Another spell crashed into Eva’s blood shield. She pulled out the last vial of her own blood and added it to the rapidly shrinking shield orb. “I’ll banish you,” she threatened.

“Aww,” Arachne ran her sharp finger down Eva’s cheek, just lightly enough to avoid cutting, “but then you’ll be out of easy access to help.”

“I can’t say I’d notice much of a difference at this point.”

“Contract with me.” Her flighty nature vanished, replaced by an aura of utmost seriousness.

“What? I can’t–”

“You’re going to your fancy school, right? Take me with you.” She held up a finger to Eva’s lips, stymieing her objections. “One year binding. You’ll have someone to protect you and I don’t have to go back to Hell. Win-win,” she said with a smile.

“That’s–”

“Or you can hesitate, your master killed and your shield whittled down until you’ve got nothing between you and the nun but me. I’d probably still protect you, just because I like you, but wouldn’t it be so much easier to just contract now and not have to worry about such fragile words as ‘probably’?”

Eva glared at the demon. Past her, Devon was still pinned down behind the dumpster. Lightning bolt after lightning bolt struck it. It wouldn’t be long before the bolts melted their way through or the nun changed tactics.

As a bolt of lightning slammed into her shield, Eva shouted “Alright.”

The moment the first syllable left her mouth, Arachne grasped the back of Eva’s neck, pulling her close. The demon’s long tongue thrust down her throat as lips touched chitin. It wriggled for a moment before Eva felt the spider woman’s sharp teeth bite down. The oily demon blood ran down the long tongue and dripped down Eva’s throat. Eva felt a small scrape on her own lip and a familiar copper-oil taste on her tongue.

Arachne held on until another bolt whittled down Eva’s shield a notch. She pulled back and licked what passed for her lips. “Now we are talking.”

Eva contracted with demons in the past. It wasn’t her favorite thing, preferring powerful blood magics and simple runes. Yet most of them ended up being nothing more than an exchange of words laced with magic for the binding aspect. A blood contract was something special. A blood contract like that…

Another bolt against her shield shock Eva out of her stupor. She quickly drew her dagger and cut a long slit in her arm, adding fresh black-red blood to her blood shield.

“Are all your contracts like that?” Eva asked.

The sharp toothed grin was her only response as the spider-woman was already changing, growing and sprouting extra legs to support her additional mass. “Prepare some spells. Go for quantity over quality. Distractions. I’m sure I could survive a lightning bolt or few, but I’d rather not have to, if possible.”

Eva nodded. She touched her dagger to the fresh cut on her wrist and drew several marble sized beads of her black-red blood. She looked back to Arachne when twenty of them hovered in the air in front of her.

Arachne had grown to nearly three times her original size. She contorted her upper body around her round abdomen and folded her legs beneath her to keep as much of her as possible within the shield.

“Ready,” Eva shouted. She sent five of her blood marbles arching towards the nun. They spread out and approached from different directions, hopefully the nun would be distracted with repairing her shield or just plain unable to block all of them.

Arachne leapt after the marbles, crossing the distance with amazing speed for her size.

Eva paid her little mind. She launched a second volley without waiting to see the effects of the first. And the third. By the fourth volley launched, Arachne reached the nun. Eva began drawing out a much larger droplet of blood.

Arachne struck. Her front two legs as well as her human arms and their sharp fingers all lanced towards the nun at frightening speed.

The nun didn’t even flinch. A light blue bubble materialized around her, just inches from her skin.

“Demon. Sathanus, subcategory: Asmodeus. Designation: Jorogumo. Response: Banish.”

Arachne continued pressing against the nun’s shield, adding another two pointed legs to the process. “Jorogumo?” She laughed. “Don’t compare me to those fleas.”

The nun frowned and began mumbling to herself.

“Not going to happen.” Arachne laughed again. She withdrew all her limbs and slammed them into the nun’s shield.

Fractures appeared around the shield and the nun flinched. Now looking panicked, she began chanting faster and louder.

As Arachne pulled back for another strike, Eva attacked. A baseball sized orb of dark blood launched itself straight at the nun.

The nun’s shields shattered at the blood’s impact and Arachne’s limbs continued to their target unimpeded. Four legs pierced the nun’s torso until they poked out the back, dripping with viscera. Still the nun continued to chant, strained and weak though it was.

Arachne launched a hand into her throat, ripping and pulling flesh. Her chanting gave way to gurgles. Blood spilled down her front. It stood out to Eva against the bleak surroundings.

“Try to banish me with no vocal chords. I dare you.”

The nun’s only response was to slump forward. She fell to her knees as Arachne withdrew her limbs. The spider-demon launched one last leg at the fallen nun, piercing her spinal cord.

She turned with a grin, melting back to her human form as she walked.

Eva snapped her fingers and the blood shield vanished along with the blood on the ground. She set the blood on her arm to healing the gash as she made her way to her master.

He stopped marking the wall, instead turning his attentions to a partially healed leg. “She dead?” At Eva’s nod, Devon began healing his leg in earnest. “Damn sisters, bet she just wanted the boon for herself.”

Devon continued to prattle but Eva stopped paying attention. She studied the large, nearly complete summoning circle her master had been drawing. When she turned back to him, the look in her eyes brought his whining to a halt.

Far more calmly than she felt, Eva said, “You were going to summon a cerberus. Do you have three cows hidden under that trench coat or were you planning on us being its sacrificial snack?”

Devon flinched at her tone. “I was planning on dominating it, if you must know.”

“That’s even worse.” Eva pointed at the circle. “You don’t even have shackles set up. It would have eaten everyone in the alley before you could even think about dominating it.”

“I was getting to the shackles,” Devon ground out. “Let me remind you that I am the demonologist here, not you. This isn’t my first time summoning a dangerous creature.” He ignored Eva’s huff and extended his hand. “Help me up. The Elysium Sisters never work alone, others in the area would have felt her death.”

A cracking of knuckles came from behind Eva as she helped her master to his feet. “We could rend them to bits just as easily.”

“And you,” Eva whirled on the demon, “you forced a contract on me while I was under duress. We could have died out here. I should banish you, consequences be damned.”

Arachne’s smile slipped into a slight frown.

“You what?” Devon exploded.

“I decided a change in employer was necessary for my life’s ambitions.” She held up her hands in a placating gesture and took a step back from the enraged demonologist. “Don’t worry. I’ll still participate in your little experiments so long as Eva is willing.”

Devon let out a loud growl and threw his hand towards the corpse of the nun. Green fire danced from his fingertips, engulfing the body. Rage spent, he let out a sigh. “I wish we could stay and collect the ashes; I’m running low. Lets get out of here.” He turned and stepped away.

Eva stepped after him with a sprinting Arachne trying to keep up behind her.

Devon threw open the door and limped to the couch, dropping the phylactery on a table on the way.

Eva followed her master into the old train station with a somber Arachne close behind her. Eva took a seat at the table well away from the phylactery and withdrew her newly acquired dagger. She began casting simple diagnostic spells, poking and prodding for any hidden traps. A light groan interrupted her efforts and drew her attention to the couch.

Devon lay unmoving, injured leg looking worse under proper lighting than it did in the dark alley. The entire leg of his pants had been burned off. Well, except for the parts that looked like it fused with his skin. A large blotch from his ankle to just under his knee had turned bright red. The skin itself was wavy and bubbly. Large boils had already begun to form on the warped skin.

Eva made a face as green pus leaked onto the couch.

“Master,” Eva called, “are you alright?”

“Whatever that the nun was throwing around wasn’t regular lightning.” His voice was far more subdued than it had been in the alley. The injury, constant stepping on the way back, and the demon flame had taken a lot out of Eva’s master.

Eva moved to a filing cabinet and pulled open the second to bottom drawer. Rows of neatly organized glass vials gleamed under the light of runes Eva herself had carved into the metal. She withdrew a handful, idly wondering if potions were also considered archaic in mainstream thaumaturgy.

Shaking her head, Eva deposited the vials of potions on her master’s chest. “While you’re tending to yourself,” Eva said, “would you like me to summon something to get rid of that?” She gestured towards the table. The plastic bag had fallen to gravity, revealing the golden skull in the process. Its two ruby eyes looked out over the couch. “I feel like it’s just glaring at us.”

Devon downed a vial of light blue liquid. He uncorked a vial of clear liquid and began tenderly rubbing it into his leg. With a wince, he said, “do you think you can handle a hel? You could try contacting Aosoth but unless you’re very confident, we’d probably all die.”

Eva shuddered. “I’m not summoning the goddess of Death even if we are, temporarily, working for Him. I’d appreciate it if you left the Nine Angles alone as well.”

“A hel it is then. Make sure to use raven blood, not crow blood.”

Eva nodded, ignoring his insinuations that she didn’t know what she was doing.

She pulled open the top drawer of the filing cabinet and withdrew a vial of raven blood. With that in hand she walked out to the summoning chamber.

Summoning chamber was a bit of an exaggeration. It was less of a chamber and more of a room. One of the larger office rooms that had been converted into a useful thaumaturgical room. The center of the floor held a universal summoning circle. Shackles surrounded the circle to keep the summoner safe while a contract is discussed. Heavy duty shackles lined the walls, ceiling, and door, just in case.

Crossing the threshold gave Eva shivers. They didn’t used to, but in the last year or so, her master’s heavier shackles started to give her tingles. Eva could easily trap herself within the chamber if something went wrong. Possibly with whatever creatures the shackles were meant to contain.

Eva knelt down and placed the vial of raven blood in the center of the circle. She stepped back, out of the shackles, and channeled magic into the summoning.

“I seek a daughter of Hel, blessed by Death. Answer my call for aid in a task in service of Him.”

A fist erupted from beneath the cement floor and gripped the vial. The cement rippled away like a rock thrown into a pond. The vial blackened and crumbled away to dust while the blood flowed down the disembodied arm.

Slowly, a woman emerged. She walked out of the summoning circle as if there were stairs leading up to the surface.

The woman who now towered over Eva could only be described as regal. Her straight posture and the way she held her head high was like a queen observing her subjects. Yet her eyes were dead and gray. Her lips blue as ice. Her skin looked a step away from death and no pulse beat beneath her bare chest.

She took one look around the room before focusing her gaze on Eva. It wasn’t a hostile gaze, but it had weight. Eva had to force herself not to take a step back.

“Daughter of Hel, name yourself,” Eva said calmly. She found herself trying to replicate the taller woman’s posture.

Like her gaze, the woman’s voice was heavy, commanding, yet not hostile. “Ylva,” she said, “daughter of Hel, daughter of Loki.”

“I am Eva, familial ties severed.”

The regal woman gave a mere nod to acknowledge that she heard.

“A soul, long denied Death’s embrace, has found its way into my possession.” Eva placed the golden skull on the ground, careful not to touch it with her bare skin, and slid it across the barrier of the shackles. She took care to keep her skin out of the shackles. Hel were supposed to be docile, but when a single touch could kill, you didn’t take chances.

“Its container,” Eva continued, “has proven resistant to damage. On behalf of my master, Devon Foster, I seek the aid of a servant of Death to return this wayward soul to its rightful place in His arms.”

Ylva knelt and retrieved the golden skull from the ground. If she took any offense to being forced to kneel, she didn’t show it.

The moment her fingertips touched the gold, it darkened and tarnished the way silver might. The ruby eyes and opal teeth fell to the ground, shattering to dust. The golden skull finished tarnishing in her hand, turning as black as obsidian.

“It is done,” the demon said.

Eva blinked, but nodded and gave a respectful bow. She hadn’t expected the demon to work for free. “Thank you, Ylva, daughter of Hel. I will–”

“Wait.” The hel knelt once more. She placed the black skull, facing Eva, on the ground at the edge of the shackles. Using both hands, the woman slid it back across the shackles. “A gift,” she said as she stood.

Eva blinked. It took a moment for her to regain her wits. She smiled and gave a deeper bow. She wasn’t about to reach down and touch it. “That is far beyond what you were summoned for. If I might ask its purpose and the reason for your favor?”

The hel narrowed her eyes. “It won’t harm you, if that is your concern.”

Cold fingers ran themselves up and down Eva’s spine. Her breath hitched at the demon’s glare. She wanted to run out of the room. Yet she forced her instincts down. It is all psychological. The shackles are still strong. The hel didn’t even touch the edges. “I–” She coughed as the imaginary fingers on her spine made their way to her throat. “I apologize. I meant no slight against you or your generosity. Mere curiosity was all that I had in mind.”

That seemed to pacify the demon despite it being an obvious lie. Her glare became less hostile.

Eva stifled a sigh of relief as the weight of Ylva’s presence lessened. She knelt down and, suppressing her hesitation, picked up the skull with both hands. “I accept your gift.”

Ylva smiled. Despite the lack of obvious malice, Eva felt a chill run through her body at the sight of it.

Half of her wanted nothing more than to throw the skull to the ground and banish the demon. The other half told her to just keep smiling and avoid angering the servant of Death any further.

The temptation was taken out of her hands when the summoning circle rippled once more. Ylva turned without another word and walked down into the circle. When the tip of her head disappeared beneath the floor, the circle ceased its rippling and returned to an inert state.

Out of the presence of Death’s servant, Eva took deep, calming breaths. She carefully set the blackened skull within the summoning shackles, just in case.

Back in the main room, Arachne sat at the table, toying with some of the garbage jewelery from the museum. Devon’s swelling looked like it had… not worsened. He was dedicating all his efforts to healing his leg.

“Arachne. You bound yourself to me. Time to put you to work.”

The spider-demon smiled. Her claws flexed in anticipation.

“Go find me all the books on hel that we have.”

Her smile slipped, but she walked out of the room without complaint.

Devon ceased healing and stared at Eva. “What went wrong?”

“Oh nothing, summoned a hel, soul jar destroyed. Mission complete.”

“Then…?”

“She returned the remains of the skull to me as a gift. When I asked its purpose, she got mad until I accepted the gift. Then she left without answering. I left it within the summoning shackles.” At her master’s scrunched up frown, Eva prodded, “any ideas?”

“A demon that favors a specific summoner will often give gifts to entice additional summonings. Depending on the item, they can use it to force themselves out of Hell without being summoned. I’ve got a handful of ‘gifts’ myself,” he said with air quotes. “I keep all of them locked away in the heaviest shackles I can make.”

Eva sat down on the table, facing her master. “I’ve never summoned a hel before, let alone this one, and we barely interacted before she offered the gift.”

“It is odd,” he said with a nod. “Unless,” he buried his face in his palm, looking about like he wanted to cry.

“Unless what.”

He grabbed an empty vial and threw it. Sounds of broken glass sounded from out of sight. “That damn nun. The pain in my leg isn’t letting me think clearly.”

Eva remained silent, not wanting to draw her master’s ire.

“Well,” he huffed, “I doubt I’ll be able to cash in Death’s boon. Your hel is probably doing that right now.”

“Ah.” At her master’s raised eyebrow, Eva said, “I expected to bargain for her services. She destroyed the phylactery before I could even make an offer.”

Devon sank back into the couch, looking more depressed than angry.

“Well,” Eva said as she scooped the gold jewelery into her bag, “I’ll fetch Arachne and we’ll leave you to your healing and meditations.”

Eva popped out of the room before her master could respond. She stopped by the summoning chamber and retrieved the obsidian skull.

The library of the train station was poorly named. The small office that Devon had added some bookshelves to only resembled a library in that they both had books. Arachne stood between shelves, one needly finger brushing over the spines of the shelved books. She had two books tucked under the opposite arm.

“Arachne,” Eva said, “we’re leaving.”

Eight red eyes turned away from the shelves and focused on Eva. For a moment, Eva just stared, wondering why the undead queen had terrified her with a mere glare. She had dealt with plenty of demons before. Arachne herself was entirely capable of ripping Eva to shreds without a second thought. Yet there was no fear with this demon, unlike Ylva.

“Leaving?” The spider-woman’s word brought Eva out of her reflections.

“I’d like to get home before Master stops being sad and starts being mad.”

A grin spread across Arachne’s face. “Eva’s home?”

Eva found herself frowning. She crossed her arms and said, “I’m still mad at you.”

The grin vanished as Arachne put on her serious aura. “I understand,” she said, “I do not regret my actions.”

Eva maintained her frown for a moment longer. “Come on,” she said as she left the room.

Arachne pulled one more book from the shelf and followed her new master out of the room. Her excitement was almost palpable.

“So, this is where you sleep.”

Eva looked up from her log book, which showed only Arachne and herself in the building, to glare at the grinning demon. “Don’t be creepy,” she said.

“I’m not,” she said while glancing about the main lobby. “Your place is very… dusty.”

Eva rolled her eyes. “I live on and have cleaned the second floor. But,” she gripped the eager demon’s chitinous shoulder, “you are not keyed into my blood wards. If you go upstairs, you’ll be flayed alive.” Eva paused as a thought occurred to her. “At least, I hope you would be flayed alive. I haven’t actually tested against a full-fledged demon.” Eva replaced the book and turned back to the demon. “Come, let’s go try.”

Arachne folded her arms, her fingers clacking as she drummed them against her armored arm. “Very funny.”

“Suit yourself,” Eva shrugged. She ran upstairs, ignoring the protests of the spider-demon.

Eva tossed her bag onto her bed. Obsidian skull in hand, she made her way to her own summoning room. It was admittedly smaller than the one her master set up in the train station. Far less protected as well. Still, it had the standard level shackles around the universal summoning circle.

It was also the only room not protected by her blood magic. Summoning something only to have them turn into chunky red salsa was a sure-fire way to make all the wrong sort of enemies.

Eva set down the obsidian skull within the shackles. If it was, as her master mentioned, a sort of beacon for Ylva, she didn’t want her popping up anywhere with that touch of death of hers. Eva supposed killing her via her blood wards would be in poor taste, even if she did try to pop in uninvited.

If the obsidian skull wasn’t a beacon, the shackles should still contain most magics until she had a chance to research it properly.

Back in her room, Eva rummaged through her drawers for as many spare vials as she could find. She pulled out ten empty vials and a small cloth bag that had slots for thirty half sized vials. She added in the five vials she used earlier in the evening and headed back downstairs.

Arachne had moved to a bench left in the lobby. Eva almost started giggling at the spider-woman. The normally shiny black chitin of her body had turned half gray simply from sitting on the bench.

“You’re disturbing my dust,” Eva said with a barely straight face.

“Your dust has gotten in all my cracks,” the demon said with a frown. To punctuate the statement, she ran one set of her needly fingers through the joints on her other hand, coming away with a small amount of grime. “Among other places.”

“Maybe you should wear clothes.”

Arachne scoffed at that. “They’d just get torn up when I change.”

Eva just shook her head. “In that case, I’m sure you’ll be excited to get started on your next task so you can get out of this dust.”

“Task?”

Eva handed the spider-woman the vials. “Fill these up.”

Arachne frowned.

“If you’re lucky,” Eva said with a sigh, “maybe I’ll use one of them to key you into the upstairs wards when I wake up.”

“When you wake up?”

Eva nodded. “It is late and I have to meet with the lady from the school tomorrow.” She left out that the meeting time would be set by when Eva decided to tap the business card.

It was Arachne’s turn to sigh. “The same way I filled them last time, right?”

“Yep.” Eva turned back to the stairs but paused at the first step. “Oh, do try to keep dust out of the blood. I’ll be able to tell and you’ll be redoing them.”

“You’re a regular slave driver, you know that right?”

With a small smile, Eva said, “do it for me and I’ll consider it the first step of your apology.” She continued up the stairs, giving the demon a halfhearted wave.

Once back in her room, Eva stripped off her clothes and crawled under her covers. She twisted a coaster on her end table, breaking a light rune and plunging the room into darkness.

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“Eva?” Devon Foster blinked in the dim light. “You almost lost your head, girl.”

“Yeah. Nice to see you too, master,” Eva said as she gently pushed the blade away from her throat. “Expecting trouble?”

“Not exactly,” he said, replacing the dagger. “We were just about to leave. You surprised me is all.”

“We?” Eva peeked further into the building. Spinning in a swivel chair was a woman with six too many eyes and glossy black chitin in place of skin. “Ah. Hello Arachne.”

The spinning woman slammed one of her bare feet to the ground. Sharp claws that passed as her toes dug into the cement floor. She regarded Eva with all eight eyes. Slowly, a grin filled with pointed, interlocking teeth spread across her face.

In a single leap, she crossed the ten feet between her seat and the doorway Eva stood within. Eva made a quick step past the flying woman to her vacated chair. Turning, Eva found the woman had sprouted four additional spiny legs from her waist; all of them, and her arms, were wrapped around the spot Eva had just stepped out of.

“Aww, you don’t need to be so cold.” Arachne turned and put on the fakest pout Eva had ever seen. “We’re practically sisters now. Or you’re my daughter?” She shrugged.

“Arachne,” her master cut in, “we’re short on time. You can play your games when we get back.”

Eva crossed her arms and sent a glare at Devon. “You’re going on a job without telling me again?”

“It is just a small pick up. A smash and grab, as it were.”

“You wound up sick with the pale fester for weeks last time it was just a ‘quick pick up.’ Remember? We had to summon a bile demon to suck out all the puss.”

Eva’s master went a bit green, probably more at the demon than the illness. He said, “the last time you came on a job, you nearly had your leg detached.”

“Yes, well,” Eva kicked her right leg back and forth, “I’m fine now, aren’t I. Besides,” Eva said before her master could retort, “I’ve something urgent I need to speak with you about.”

Devon shook his head. He pulled his brown trench coat off a hook by the door and started out the door. “Fine,” he said, “but talk while we walk.”

Eva jumped to her feet and followed him out the door. “First,” she said, “this job. Anything I need to know to not get killed or horribly maimed?”

“Probably not,” Devon said, shaking his head, “the museum has a new tour going around. A missive from Death said that–”

“Oh, we’re dealing with Death now?” Eva interrupted with narrowed eyes. “The Great Corrupter and Endless Void not enough for you?”

Devon sighed and shot Eva an annoyed glare. “It isn’t like that. And I’m not exactly best friends with the other powers. Death is willing to grant a small boon in exchange for the destruction of a phylactery that is currently in our museum.”

Eva considered for a moment before asking, “I thought liches worshiped Death.”

“They generally do, mostly because they’re all fools. Death is patient and won’t bat an eye at you finding ways to extend your life a few hundred years.” Devon paused as he glanced up and down a crossing alley. Satisfied no one was around, he continued, “a phylactery on the other hand is basically an attempt to seal your soul from Death indefinitely. I think He takes it as a sort of slap in the face.

“He will use liches, but when an opportunity arises to destroy their soul jar. Well, that’s where people like us come in. This particular one has evaded him for some time, I believe.”

Eva frowned. “So we’re up against a lich tonight. Splendid.”

Devon shook his head. “Not if I understood Death correctly, always a challenge with his cryptic metaphors, but I think this lich had his body destroyed a long time ago and was unable to create a new one.”

“That’s good. No offense to Arachne’s prowess,” Eva said with a glance at the spider-woman draped over her shoulder, “but I’d have probably demanded we stop and summon up a succubus or two. Maybe a minotaur if you had any goat blood.”

Arachne ran a sharp finger down Eva’s cheek in an endearing manner, just lightly enough to make the touch known. “It’d tear your minotaur limb from limb.”

“I have no doubt of that,” Eva said with a smile, “but liches are known for their magical aptitude, having the longevity to master magics others couldn’t dream of. The minotaur’s magic resistant hide would, hopefully, give him the time to do some damage.”

Arachne gave a light huff and went back to leaning on Eva’s shoulder. Devon just looked to Eva with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” Eva glared back at her master. “You think I ask for all those books because they make my shelves look pretty? Just because I don’t know why Death wants all the liches dead doesn’t mean I don’t know what a lich is.”

“No, no,” her master smiled, “it’s just that we’re here.”

“Oh.” Eva looked around. The stone plaque for the Bellmont Museum of History sat just in front of their group. “Right,” Eva said, “so what’s your plan?”

“Well, I did say ‘smash and grab’ earlier.”

“Don’t these places have night security guards? We can put down a wide area sleep, step in, grab the phylactery, and step out.”

“That is essentially what I said.”

“What you said had significantly more instances of the word ‘smash’ in it.”

Devon shrugged. “Since this is your master plan we’re going with, I’ll let you do the honors of sleeping the property.”

Eva narrowed her eyes at her master. “I feel like I got tricked into this.”

“Nonsense. You’re just a much better planner than I.” He clapped his hands together. “Come on, chop chop. Don’t have all night; there might be others after Death’s boon.”

Eva grumbled under her breath as she withdrew chalk from her bag. She walked up and down the property, counting her paces each way. She stopped when she reached the stone plaque and set to work. A sloth rune, several pargon runes, length and width modifiers to match her paces, height was guessable as too high or too low wouldn’t matter, followed an exemption rune. She traced the exemption rune on the back of her hand with a pen and did the same for her master and Arachne.

She withdrew her dagger and sliced her finger open. Eva dropped a single droplet of blood on the runes on the back of their hands. Several drops of blood went to key points on the runic array.

“Blood?” her master asked.

Eva shrugged. “Faster than channeling magic into all of us.”

“If I fall asleep–”

Waving him off, Eva said, “Your hand runes barely take any power, the blood will feed them long after the sloth rune has decayed.

“Besides, the runes cause a massive wave of sleep followed by low-level suppression to keep people under. You should be able to fight off its effect at least until you get outside.”

Eva flicked her finger, healing the cut at the same time, and said, “everyone’s gone nighty-night. Let’s get to work.”

Her master nodded and stepped into the building without another word.

For a moment, Eva watched his step, trying to see if he was using the mere ‘rudimentary teleport’ that Zoe Baxter had called her steps or something more. She had never seen him use any sort of long distance teleport that the woman had implied was possible. Perhaps even what she did when she left the alley after their first meeting.

She shook her head and almost stepped into the building when a voice cleared behind her. Turning to find Arachne behind her, Eva wondered when the spider-woman detached herself from her side.

“You two go on ahead,” Arachne said. “I can’t do your step thing and I am not going to Hell to pass a few inches of glass.”

“It’s alright to be scared,” Eva said in her most condescending voice. “Keep an ear out and if there is trouble, you can employ the ‘smash’ step of my master’s illustrious plan.”

Without waiting for a response, Eva followed her master through the glass.

“Second shift comes on at midnight and finishes at eight. We need to be done before they start.”

“Three hours then? Shouldn’t we have waited for the second shift?”

Her master shook his head. “Like I said, we might have competition for the job. Arachne?”

“Standing guard. I’d let her in but I’m not sure if they have alarms on the doors or not.” Eva gestured around the slumped over figures in the front lobby. “They obviously don’t have motion sensors or the guards and cleaning crew would set them off.”

“Maybe it’ll deter any others.” Devon turned, glancing about the ceiling. He stopped and pointed almost immediately. “Cameras though.”

Eva groaned and ran her fingers down her face. “You should have reminded me before we stepped in.”

He chuckled and said, “don’t worry. While you were working your runes, I made myself a bit useful. For the next six hours we should appear as nothing more than shadows on any sort of recording. Hopefully.”

“Very reassuring.”

“Better than having to hunt down their server room only to find they have off site backups.”

“Right,” Eva grumbled. “What does this phylactery look like?”

“Golden skull, not sure on the size but it has two rubies for eyes and opal teeth. If you find it, don’t touch it just destroy it. I doubt anything bad would happen as it was handled by the archaeologists without problem, but take no chances.”

“Splitting up then?”

Nodding, Devon said, “it might not be on display yet. I’ll check the storage rooms, you run through the main areas. If it proves resistant to your efforts at destroying it, find me and I’ll see what we can do.”

With that said, her master turned and stalked down the hallway.

Might as well start at the second floor, Eva thought with a shrug.

Eva had never been in a museum before. As she walked through the silent halls, she couldn’t help but wonder if museums were as creepy during the day as they were at night.

Main lights were turned off in all the rooms except one room. That room had a number of the custodial crew that looked to be in the middle of polishing glass and waxing floors before a sudden drowsiness overtook them. Dim lights illuminated the floor, probably for patrolling security.

The display lights were the worst. Most were turned off to prevent damaging the works, but some were left on. The hallway leading to the Egyptian exhibit was lined with statues, each with a spotlight trained on them.

Eva walked through the Egyptian exhibit, looking through the displays for any sign of the phylactery. She passed by a set of scrolls spread out on the wall. There was not enough light to read them even if she had the time.

She focused on gold objects instead. There was a surprising amount. Several amulets and knickknacks glinted under the dim lighting. A small fortune could probably be made off just the gold in the room, let along whatever historical value the objects themselves had.

One of the displays caused Eva to do a double take. Beneath a thick glass display case sat a golden dagger. The information plaque to its side said that such gold knives were flaunted by the extremely wealthy and that the displayed dagger was one of the few intact ones they had come across.

Eva had to struggle to keep from bursting out laughing.

It was obviously a ritual dagger. The gold blade would be worthless for any sort of combat, but that could be confused with a simple ornamental or ceremonial dagger. The bloodstone capping the hilt is what gave it away. Eva smiled at the plaque which mistakenly identified it as a ruby.

A golden sheath, inlaid with several more bloodstones, lay just beneath the blade in the display case. Eva wondered at that. Her own sheath was a simple wrapping of hardened leather with no bloodstones or magical properties of its own.

Something to research later, Eva thought as she licked her dry lips.

All the bloodstones were in pristine condition. Almost like the dagger had never been used. It struck her as odd for ancient bloodstone. Use and time would degrade them. Eva had to replace her own twice so far, though her first one had been very poorly formed. Whoever made the ones on the golden daggers knew what they were doing.

Eva brought her own dagger to the bare skin on her left arm and drew blood. Dark-red droplets ran down the edge of the blade. Rather than drop to the ground, the blood hung in the air. Three marble sized globules formed before Eva sheathed the dagger. A quick flick of her wrist set the residual blood to healing the cut.

She tapped her index finger to a globule and dragged a small trail to the glass. She completed a circle and snapped her fingers. The blood circle flashed and with a light tap of her finger, fell into the display case.

Dipping her finger into one of the remaining globules, Eva reached into the case and smeared blood across the blade of the dagger. She repeated the action with the sheath, just in case.

“You’ve lost your master, to death or abandonment I know not. As a trophy, a relic, you’re left to dull and rot. I give a taste of what I can offer, with promise to increase your sheen and luster, so forgo your old ties and choose a new master.”

The rhymes were unnecessary as was the verbal request. Yet there was a certain magic in words, or so books told her. When dealing with an artifact that, according to the plaque, was over five thousand years old, it paid to be careful. A loyal blade was much less likely to cause problems with any protections left on it than a stolen blade. She made a note to give it a thorough examination before using it.

The bloodstones, on the other hand, did require a conversion to her. Again though, that could probably be done without a chant.

The blood sat on the blade long enough for Eva to wonder if it was rejecting her offer. Her rhymes weren’t very good. The first line popped into her head and she’d liked it. She started speaking without thinking and had to make up the second line as she went along. She frowned, mentally apologizing for not being a professional poet

A sigh of relief escaped her lips when the blood simmered and vanished within the golden metal. The bloodstones on both the sheath and the dagger darkened to black-red of her own dagger.

She sheathed the golden dagger and dropped it into her bag with a whispered “thanks.” Covering up the theft would be near impossible, and Eva didn’t care enough to try. It would be impossible to cover up the fact that people were here on account of the sleeping guards. As long as no trails led back to Eva, she was happy with the outcome.

To help cover up the theft of that specific item, Eva broke into a few other displays. She didn’t want the wrong sort of people looking into the dagger and finding it to be anything other than a simple ornament. She liberated a pair of earrings, a handful of rings, a bracelet and a necklace adorned with sapphires. All of it made of gold.

Eva didn’t think any of it was anything magical, but the presence of the dagger made her second guess herself. She promised herself to give everything a once over when she got home.

Eva quickly finished checking the rest of the room for the phylactery, unsuccessfully. She left the Egyptian exhibit with a significantly heavier bag.

She turned the corner and ran into someone. One hand had her dagger out and pressed against her arm and the other hand reached for a vial of demon blood before she even registered her master’s face.

“Did you find it?” Eva asked, slowly replacing her equipment.

Her master held up a plastic bag as far away from himself as he could. The outline of a palm sized skull could be seen through the thick plastic.

“I thought we weren’t going to touch it.”

“I haven’t touched it directly, but I was having trouble destroying it. I’ll need more specialized equipment.”

“Let me try?” She doubted she’d be able to succeed where her master failed, but blood magic was powerful. Her master was not fond of it. He probably didn’t try it.

“Later. I think a silent alarm was tripped. At least, there are police cars outside with their lights on. Your sloth rune may be deterring their entry.”

“Ah.” Eva glanced back at the Egyptian exhibit.

Her master crossed his arms, careful to keep the bag well away from his body, and gave her that look.

“There was a ritual dagger,” she said, “it would have been irresponsible to leave such a dangerous object lying around.”

“We’ll talk later.” He started moving down the hall. “Lets find a window. Preferably one that doesn’t have cops hanging around it.”

Eva nodded, though he couldn’t see with his back turned, and followed behind him. “Arachne?”

Devon gave a half shrug. “Probably climbed to the roof. At least, it wasn’t tearing the police to shreds when I saw them. It’ll find us after we get out.”

“Speaking of talking,” Eva said with a hint of trepidation, “I met someone today.”

A grunt was all she got in return.

“A Zoe Baxter. Know her?”

“No.” He paused at a window. “That rooftop across the street, close enough for you to step to?”

Eva had barely glanced out the window when her master vanished from her side. He reappeared on the rooftop and gave a small wave. Eva stepped out after him, appearing at his side. “And if it had been too far?” she whispered.

“I’m sure a master burglar such as yourself could have found a hundred alternate escape routes.”

“Uh huh,” Eva turned back to the museum.

Arachne, in her full spider form, sat atop the roof. She scanned the ground, looking torn between wanting to pounce on the humans or remain hidden behind the roof’s ledge.

Eva cast a small light spell, small enough to be mistaken for a firefly, and waved it back and forth. It didn’t take long for Arachne to notice. The spider-woman folded her arms in what looked like a pout, though it was difficult to tell at a distance.

Arachne’s bulbous abdomen slowly absorbed back into her human torso, along with six of her eight legs. Her remaining two legs shifted to a more proper place for a human, and thickened to their usual size. Eva had never bothered to ask how all that mass fit into the spider-woman’s rather lithe body. She assumed she would get a stupid answer like ‘magic’ and it wasn’t even the strangest shape-shifting the woman could do.

After backing up a few steps, Arachne full on sprinted to the edge of the roof. She leapt just as she reached the edge.

Eva waited with bated breath for the cries of the police in the street below. None came. Of course, Eva thought, people never look up.

The landing Arachne made did make noise and that noise drew attention. Before the police could even finish saying “what was that noise,” Eva’s master stepped to another rooftop.

Eva turned to follow when Arachne grabbed her shoulder. She spun her around and scooped her up in one smooth motion. Before any protests could be made, the spider-woman leapt after Devon.

Not again, thought Eva.

Biting down her screams and her protests, Eva held onto the black chitinous shoulders of the spider-woman for dear life. She pinched her eyes shut at some point, but it didn’t stop the feeling of her stomach dropping out with every leap. Eventually, Arachne stopped her jumps and slowly walked up to Devon, still holding a little girl with her eyes squeezed shut.

“So,” Arachne said, “everything go alright?”

Eva peeked her eyes open to find herself staring at the sharp, interlocking teeth of the spider-woman’s grin.

“Oh quite,” Devon said. He lifted the bag containing the phylactery in show. “I followed Eva’s plan to the letter. Eva, on the other hand, felt there was some merit to the smashing part of my plan.”

Arachne’s grin widened, showing off far too many teeth. “Good for you. Smashing is the best part of any plan. Well, aside from maiming, eviscerating, and dismembering.”

“Yes, yes, very funny you two.” Eva squirmed in the spider-woman’s claws but the grip was too tight to wiggle her way out. At least her long and sharp fingers were in the air rather than tearing into her clothes and skin. “We got in, completed our objective, and got out with some extra goodies. No harm done.”

“Indeed,” her master said with a slight glare.

“Speaking of indeeds,” Eva said, ceasing her wriggling and resigning herself to her fate in the spider-woman’s claws, “I was talking about a Zoe Baxter.”

“Still don’t know her.”

“She teaches magical theory at a school called Brakket Magical Academy and invited me to attend her academy on some sort of scholarship.”

Arachne’s grin shrank by several inches. “You’re leaving for some school?”

“I told her I would think about it.” Eva shrugged, or tried to. Arachne’s grip tightened leaving little room. “So here I am. Thinking, with you two.”

Arachne gave a light smile at that. Devon merely looked thoughtful. “I can’t say it is a surprise,” he said, “you’re at the age. How she found you is more worrying.”

“I don’t think she knew about you, if that is your concern.”

“That’s reassuring.” He brought up his hand as if to stroke his goatee when the bag rustled. He quickly pulled his arm away and set the bag on the ground. “I don’t have a problem with it. It might do you good to learn some magic from proper teachers. As long as you can get away for a few days every month or two for your treatment.”

“Ah, about that,” Eva said with a small frown, “she asked about me not using a focus. When I answered that I had never used one, she immediately asked if I was fully human.”

Devon waved her off. “You’ll never need to use a focus, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to get one. At the very least it will keep other people from asking that question.”

Eva nodded. “I’ll contact her tomorrow then.”

“Lets get this phylactery taken care of.” Devon grabbed the bag and stepped off the roof into the alley below.

Arachne didn’t move.

Eva glanced up to find a slight frown on her face and four sets of eyes staring off into the distance. Wriggling her arm loose as much as she could, Eva patted the spider-woman just above her breasts. “It’s alright, I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities to see each other.”

With a smile that was only half there, Arachne set Eva down and leapt off the roof. Eva sighed and stepped down to her master’s side before the demon could even land.

The spider-woman landed on Eva, tackling her to the side, just as an ear-splitting crack tore down the alley.

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Eva crept closer just as the sun dipped below the horizon. The only lights on were the front living room and the basement. That didn’t bode well. The basement light was never used unless daddy was entertaining a guest.

None of the guests were ever good news.

Eva hopped over the waist-high old-fashioned iron fence and walked to the back door. A peek through the back door window showed an empty dining room. Eva took a quick glance around before stepping into the house. Sounds of laughter and the pungent scent of drugs assaulted her senses the moment she appeared within the house.

Stifling a cough, Eva made her way to the office and quietly shut the door. Eva slunk down in the corner after turning a fan on and opening the window. Her bed had been removed from this room almost a year ago, but she had no desire to sit in her father’s computer chair.

Laughter and discussion continued for nearly three hours. Eva sat the entire time in the darkness of the office with only the buzz of the fan to help drown out the sounds of the house. She tried to meditate, but uproarious laughter would interrupt the moment she felt at peace.

Memories surfaced instead. Constant fighting between her parents. Shouts and violence. Occasionally it would be directed at her. Eva shuddered as darker memories surfaced. Not her. That little girl was dead.

The front door slamming shut woke her from her thoughts. The group noise had ceased and footsteps could be heard moving towards the bedroom. As the footsteps moved past, Eva rapped her knuckles on the wall. The footsteps paused, then moved back towards the office.

The door opened just a crack at first, letting a small amount of light fall just to the side of Eva. He opened the door wider, reveling the mangy form of Edgar Spencer.

“Hmph,” her father grunted. “I figured I’d be seeing you soon.” He stepped into the office, bringing with him the thick smell of whatever drugs he fancied these days. “I’ve warned you not to draw attention to me. You’re lucky they weren’t cops. Or child services. If I ever–”

“Spare me, daddy.” Eva waved her hand in front of her nose, not that it helped. “Just tell me what they wanted and we can go back to pretending neither of us exist.”

He took a threatening step forwards, but Eva didn’t budge. “I didn’t raise you to be–”

“You’re right, daddy, you didn’t raise me.” Eva stood, causing her father to flinch back. “What did they want?”

He eyed his daughter. His upper lip twitched the way it always did when he got mad. Yet there was no cowering daughter before him. Not this time. Just a young woman glaring back.

Eventually he sighed. “They came by yesterday to invite you to one of them magic academies. Once I realized they weren’t after me, I told them that you still went to Auvlub Junior and that I hadn’t seen you since your parent-teacher conference in January.”

Eva scoffed at that. When her father didn’t continue, Eva said, “that’s it? No messages in case I should show up?”

Edgar Spencer shook his head. Shavings of dander fluttered to his shoulders from his long, dark hair. Eva had to force herself not to take a step backwards.

“Well, I’ll get out of your hair then. I hope to not see you soon.” Eva turned to the open window, but a clearing of a throat gave her pause.

“Are you planning on going?”

Eva considered for a moment. “Don’t know. I’ve other people to talk to first. Not sure why it would matter to you in either case.”

Without another word she stepped through the window, heading to her home.

“Aww, did poor little Evaleen lose her cat.”

Eva repressed a flinch. “The name is Eva,” she said through grit teeth. She turned away from the school bulletin board where the final missing owner poster hung. “What do you want, Todd?”

Todd Farkas grinned, showing off a set of shiny braces. His baggy shorts were belted half way down his thighs. A shirt clearly designed with someone of considerably more size and girth covered most of the area left bare by his shorts.

Eva couldn’t help but to shake her head. It would be pitiful if he dressed the way he did because of hand-me-downs, but his mother gave her children the initiative to dress themselves. A poor decision when they had the fashion sense of a troglodyte.

Michael Porter, a boy of similarly deficient dress habits, stood just to Todd’s left. His interest seemed to be solely on a portable game system. Minus the occasional flick of his eyes to Eva, a light blush, and back to his game.

“What I want, Evey, is to just say hi. We’ve only got, what, three days of eighth grade left?” He glanced over his shoulder to a shrugging Michael. “Something like that. It would be a shame not to see my bestest buddy.”

“And just think, two of them are half days. Then I never have to see you again. There aren’t even tests scheduled for Friday. I might just skip.”

“Never again?” Michael said as he looked up from his game. He cleared his throat and turned his head back to his game, but his eyes were all but glued to Eva.

Eva just rolled her eyes.

Todd, if he was surprised, kept it off his face. “Not going to North High?”

“I have some people to talk to. I might be going to an art school out-of-state.” Eva shrugged. The two people in the alley had mentioned an academy and she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t a little excited. She almost regretted running from them, but it seemed to impress the woman at least. Of course, there was one other person to talk to before making any final decisions.

“An art school? You can’t do art.”

“You wouldn’t know art if Bob Ross himself bit you. That doesn’t mean others are so woefully lacking in culture.” Eva glanced over his shoulder. “Speaking of, I think someone I need to speak with just walked in.”

Both boys turned to watch the main entrance, opposite the bulletin board, where the woman from the alley was being led into the main offices. She spotted Eva and gave a small wink before disappearing into the office.

Their homeroom teacher emerged a moment later and made a beeline to the group. After a brief exchange, the boys were dismissed and Eva was following Mrs. Wheeler into the offices. She brought Eva to a small meeting room where the woman sat on the opposite side of the table.

She wore the same black three-piece suit, but added a bright red tie with a stylized butterfly on the front. Her brown hair hung to her shoulders in the front, but cut at a diagonal to the nape of her neck in the back. Her sharp green eyes completed her imposing look.

Eva took the seat opposite of the woman. Mrs. Wheeler, despite all the chairs being moved to the corner quite purposefully, dragged a chair over and sat adjacent to Eva.

The three sat in silence. The woman sized up Eva while Eva tried to do the same. The woman definitely didn’t look like someone to be crossed. She projected an aura of confidence. Confidence that wasn’t well reflected in Eva’s own aura. Eva had yet to discuss any of the possible schooling, if that is what the woman was here for, with her master.

Mrs. Wheeler fidgeted awkwardly the entire time.

Eva began drawing a small sloth rune, tracing the pattern on the under side of the table with her fingernail. It wouldn’t last long, but should be enough to put Mrs. Wheeler to sleep. She began to trace out the broken ring to direct its effects towards her homeroom teacher when the woman’s lips quirked into the start of a small smile.

She said, “Mrs… what did you say your name was?”

The homeroom teacher nearly jumped ten feet in the air at the break in the room’s tension. It took her a minute to realize she was the one being addressed. “Wheeler,” she said.

“Thank you Mrs. Wheeler, I think we can take it from here.”

“Ah, but…” she glanced nervously between Eva and the woman.

“Don’t worry. She’s just come to recruit me for her academy of fine arts. Right?”

“That is correct,” the woman said.

“The arts? Oh congratulations Eva. That’s excellent news. I’ll just,” she glanced between the two once again, “I’ll be out in the office if you need anything.” She stood and left the room, quietly shutting the door with a whispered “good luck.”

The two remaining occupants of the room stared at one another for another minute still. The woman across the table spoke first.

“The academy of fine arts?”

Eva shrugged. “It is just what I told a few other acquaintances of mine. I didn’t know your academy’s actual name, and I doubted you would have said. Magic’s existence might be an open secret, but it is vague enough to keep people guessing.”

“Hmm. And beneath the table?”

“A sloth rune with some Ogham modifiers, directed at my homeroom teacher with the intent of inducing sleep.”

“Runes?” The woman actually looked surprised, rather than her semi-condescending, ‘smarter than thou’ look. “Where did you learn about runes?”

“A book. Why?”

“We don’t even teach runes at Brakket. They are considered archaic, supplanted by most modern forms of thaumaturgy, and not worthy of learning by proper mages.”

“They’ve done alright by me,” Eva said with another shrug. “They keep people away from my home, among other useful things.”

“Indeed.” The woman pulled out a small notepad and marked a few notes. “And getting past the fence yesterday?”

“I stepped.”

“Stepped?”

Eva stood up, stepping to her side in the process, and stepped back across the table. “I can be anywhere I can see with a single step.”

She marked another note down. “Can you step to a location in a photograph?”

Shaking her head in the negative, Eva said, “through a window or anything I can see through, but not a picture.”

“And returning someplace you’ve already been? Say the alley from yesterday?” At Eva’s negative answer, the woman marked down another note while mumbling, “rudimentary teleportation.”

“Excuse me, but are you going to introduce yourself at any point during our conversation?”

The woman looked up and blinked twice. “I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away. I am Zoe Baxter. I teach magical theory for all six years at Brakket Magical Academy.”

“And I was not incorrect when I said you were recruiting me?”

Zoe Baxter ran her tongue across her lips. “Indeed. You don’t use a focus when ‘stepping’?”

Eva shook her head. “Never been in a position to get one, nor have I needed one. Is that a problem?”

“All magic at Brakket is taught with a wand,” she said while marking down additional notes, “but students are free to adapt to any focus they wish to specialize in. Fociless magic, on the other hand, is almost unheard of.” She stopped writing and gave a pointed look. “Are you entirely human?”

With a noncommittal shrug, Eva said, “I’m pretty sure both my parents are human. You’ve met my father. My mother is deceased, but I don’t think she was anything special.”

“Hmm,” Zoe marked down another note. “Now then, where did you learn all this?”

“Books.” At Zoe’s raised eyebrow, Eva continued, “I currently live out of a hundred year old hospital turned retirement home that has been condemned since before I was born. There is a hidden bookshelf that had a handful of books.” Not a complete lie, even if the hidden bookshelf was installed by Eva.

“Well the age would explain the runes,” Zoe mused. “In any case, we can discuss that later. Per your earlier question, I am indeed here to recruit you, as you put it.

“Brakket has a fund set aside to offer a scholarship of sorts to talented individuals such as yourself. It is a six-year schooling with optional summer classes to catch you up on any nonmagical interests you may have. We provide room and board on campus..”

Eva nodded. “That sounds good,” she said, “but as much as I want to say yes right now, there is someone here I cannot simply abandon. At least not without speaking to and making sure they can handle themselves while I’m away.” It was downplaying the issue a bit. While her master would likely not blink an eye if she ran off, he would definitely hunt her down. He would not be so passive as to allow his life’s work to go to waste.

“If I can give you the answer tomorrow,” Eva continued, “I am meeting with them tonight.”

Zoe considered for a moment. She clasped her hands together and held them just under her nose. “And if I ask,” she finally said, “you won’t tell me.”

Eva shook her head. “Perhaps after I speak with them, with their permission.”

“Very well.” Zoe reached into her suit and withdrew a folded pamphlet. “Some additional information for you, plus a card with my name on it. Tap it three times and I will come find you.” She stood across the table. “I’ve got another student in the area to acquire.” She extended her hand. “You have three days Miss Spencer.”

“Eva, please,” she said as she nodded and shook her offered hand. “I look forward to our next meeting.”

Most people would be terrified of entering a hospital turned retirement home turned abandoned horror building. It would be perfectly reasonable for them to feel that way. The possibility of running into trigger happy squatters or teens looking for a cheap thrill or cheap makeout spot, not to mention the creepy atmosphere such a place exuded.

Yet the former McKinzie Retirement Center was the only place Eva felt at home.

The runes were usually enough to keep the miscreants away. Even if they failed, blood magic permeated the entire second floor. People who weren’t Eva… well, she wouldn’t envy their experience.

Still, you couldn’t be too careful. Eva flipped through a book in the main lobby. Each room in the building had an accompanying page that would list occupants. Her name in the lobby was the only filled in page. She replaced the book in a drawer, careful not to disturb the layers of dust.

Eva headed up to the second floor. She kicked off her shoes and left them at the top of the stairs. The first floor might still look like it hadn’t been touched in twenty years, but Eva spent time and effort cleaning the second floor.

Eva slouched off her book bag in her room and headed straight for the shower, shedding her clothes as she went. She twisted the shower head just enough to complete the runes she etched into the inside of it. Soon enough she was soaking under the hot water.

Archaic indeed. Sure there was probably another way to make magical showers, maybe even better ways. The ease of use and activation for runes, not to mention the low magic usage, how could they have fallen out of use.

Sighing, Eva turned off the water and walked out to dry herself. She picked up her clothes and dropped them in a hamper. Replicating a washing machine with runes was something she had significantly less success with. Instead, Eva relied on a small coin operated laundromat. Maybe this academy will teach me a better way to clean clothes.

Eva pulled her work clothes out of the wardrobe. The pants were some rugged hiking pants she had borrowed from a sports store. Her boots were generously donated by the same store.

Her top was a simple, long-sleeved black shirt, though she had long since removed the sleeve on the left arm from the elbow down. A light leather jacket, with the same sleeve cut off, finished main part of the outfit.

The last piece was a simple belt, looped through her pants, with a sheathed dagger and a few vials. Three of the vials were dark red, containing and preserving her own blood. The last two held the signature black of demon blood.

The dagger came to rest at her left side. Eva pulled it out of its sheath and gave it the usual inspection. The crystal blade glimmered underneath her bedroom’s runelight. Not a single nick could be seen along the edge, as it should be.

The dagger was made for drawing blood and nothing else. Using it in combat would likely see it shattered in an instant. Eva didn’t look forward to making a new one, making this one had been unpleasant enough.

A petrified snake made up the handle, coiled around until the mouth bit into the crystal blade. A red bloodstone capped the end of the snake’s tail.

Satisfied everything was in order, Eva sheathed the dagger. The check was probably unnecessary, but her master constantly warned of needing tools only to find them damaged or missing.

Eva emptied her book bag of all schoolbooks and dropped in the latest tome she had been reading, a book on blood rituals. She double checked her chalk, pens, and notebook, and slung the bag over her shoulder.

One final pat down ensured her clothes were in order and Eva stepped straight out of the second floor window onto the roof of a nearby building. Twenty minutes later, under the cover of night, Eva found herself in front of the old train station.

Eva pushed open the door. The cold edge of a knife at her throat froze her footsteps in their place.

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A friendly chime rang throughout the office as the door closed.

“Just a moment,” called a voice from the back room. After a brief scuffle of footsteps, the owner of the voice appeared next to the front counter. “Ah, Eva. Good to see you again,” the woman said, “and who have you got there? Another stray?”

Eva shrugged her shoulders, hefting the sleeping kitten in her arms upwards. “Not a stray this time. His collar says ‘Mr. Mist’ but there is no owner information.”

“I can’t say I’ve seen him before, but I’ll check and see if he’s registered in the system.”

Before the nurse could go to the computer, Eva said, “Mrs. Vallenger, that isn’t all.” Eva knelt and allowed the kitten to fall forwards, supported by her arms and knees. The kitten’s hind leg had a deep gash down one side. Blood matted its fur down as well as covered the entire front of Eva’s white tee-shirt. “He was mewing beneath some wire around the library’s parking construction.”

“Oh,” she made some quick clicks with her tongue. “I’ll see if I can get Doctor Thompson to take a look at him.” She carefully took the kitten out of Eva’s arms and marched him straight into the back room.

Left on her own in the empty lobby, Eva walked straight to the bathroom. The young girl sighed in front of the mirror. Another shirt ruined. At least this one was ruined for a good reason. She gave a small snort and started washing off her arms.

With her arms cleaned off, Eva looked down at her clothes; she was stumped as to how to clean them. Apart from getting her shirt completely soaked, not something Eva was willing to do even if the summer heat was settling in, nothing sprung to mind.

Eva sighed once more and left the bathroom. She walked straight through the door marked ‘Employees Only’ without any hesitation. She might not be a member of the staff, but she had been through many times before while volunteering to care for the boarding animals.

The door marked ‘Surgery’ did give her pause. The light was already on, either Doctor Thompson had another patient or he was already working on Mr. Mist. Voices coming from the other side of the door soon answered the question.

“.. of a deep flesh wound, but nothing important. Get me a bag of fluids while I stitch his leg up.”

“Yes doctor.”

Eva backed up half a step and tried her best to look like she hadn’t just been listening in. She raised her hand as if to knock just as Nurse Vallenger opened the door. The nurse looked surprised for half a moment before a light smile spread across her petite face.

“I’ll be back with you in a moment, Eva,” she said as she walked down the hall towards the storage room.

Eva gave the woman a light nod and looked back to the room the nurse had left wide open.

The elderly Doctor Thompson hunched over a table with the black and white cat. He looked to be just about to start the stitches when he apparently noticed the door was open as well, for he gave a light sigh. “You can come in, Eva, if you promise not to touch anything.”

With a nod, Eva walked in and stood opposite the doctor at the table, intent on seeing the remainder of the process. She did her best to hide her excitement, but some must have shown through as Doctor Thompson gave a light chuckle. She couldn’t help it, it was the first time they’d let her in during a surgery, after all.

The doctor set to work on the cat without another word. They stood in silence until the stitches were about half way through the leg.

“Not very squeamish, are you. I’ve seen people who’ve gone through the entirety of med school get queasy at the sight of open wounds. And you’re what, ten?”

“Thirteen sir, and I’ve seen plenty worse than Mr. Mist’s cut.”

Doctor Thompson looked up from the cat. “Worse?”

Eva blinked and a small frown appeared on her face as she quickly back pedaled, “I mean, like, the poor animals that get hit by cars.”

He gave a noncommittal grunt and went back to work on the kitten.

Nurse Vallenger returned a moment later. Eva moved aside, a bit disappointed by just how much her short time in the surgery room did not live up to her expectations. Maybe now that they let me in once, I’ll be invited to observe a bigger surgery.

The nurse hung a small yellow-orange bag from a hook and slipped a needle into the cat’s front left paw. After taping down the tube, she pulled a small camera out of her pocket and tried to line up a shot. “Hmm, should have taken the picture before inserting the IV.”

“I’ve got it,” Eva said. She waited until the nurse gave her a nod and then removed the bag from the hook and held it, along with the tube, off to the side.

“Thank you my dear.” She snapped the picture. “Now, lets leave the doctor to his work and go make a few fliers. I checked just a moment ago and we don’t have a Mist in our system.” Mrs. Vallenger started walking out of the surgery room.

Eva glanced at the kitten, but followed behind the nurse. There wouldn’t be anything more interesting there anyway.

“I’m sure someone out there is very worried about such an adorable cat,” Nurse Vallenger said, “I’ll make a few calls to some of the other vets in the area, see if any of them have heard of a Mr. Mist.

“If no one responds back in the positive, we’ll hang some fliers around town and maybe you can take a few to hang up in your school. That will be your job.” Nurse Vallenger rummaged through the front desk before turning back to Eva. “We’ll scan it in and put the picture on it, so leave a space.”

Eva nodded and accepted the large marker and sheet of computer paper.

Half an hour later, Nurse Vallenger finished contacting the other veterinarian offices and spoke to Eva, “No one has seen Mr. Mist. Not all that surprising in a cat so young. How is your poster coming?”

Eva held up her masterwork. “Just finished.”

Mrs. Vallenger nodded. “Good. We’ll scan it in, put the picture on, and print out a handful of copies to spread around town.” She took the paper, but hesitated, looking around the sheet. The hesitation passed and she slapped the paper down on the scanner.

A few clicks on the computer and the machine whirred to life. Eva moved around to get a better view while the nurse worked. Once she cropped the image of Mr. Mist onto the paper, the machine came to life once more and spat out copy after copy of the fliers.

Nurse Vallenger took a copy and checked for any errors. She hesitated again, her eyes flicking down to Eva, before biting her lip. Flipping the paper towards Eva, she said, “those circles around the edges… you’re not learning magic, are you?”

“I just thought they’d help catch the eye,” Eva said with a shrug, “no magic or anything.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Vallenger said, failing to hide the disappointment on her face. “I figured so, but couldn’t be sure.”

Eva gave another apologetic shrug. “I don’t suppose you have anything I could wear home? Walking around with a blood soaked shirt is going to draw all the wrong kind of attention, even if it is mostly dry by now.”

“Oh!” The nurse slapped her forehead. “You should have said something sooner. That can’t be sanitary.” She left the computer and headed to the employees only area.

Eva sat back in the computer chair and looked over her poster. The circles were definitely not magic, though the skills she gained by marking out rituals and runes over and over again definitely found their way into the eye-catching design. Hopefully not many people come to the same conclusion. That’s just attention I don’t want.

The employee door opened and out walked Nurse Vallenger, shutting the door behind her. Draped over one arm was…

“A lab coat?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone here wear a lab coat.”

Mrs. Vallenger chuckled. “The doctor used to like them, years and years ago, until one day he decided scrubs were more comfortable. Now we have a closet full of them, just gathering dust. He hasn’t touched them since.

“Your shirt, I’m sorry to say, is probably ruined beyond recovery. If you would like, I can throw it in our incinerator?”

Eva nodded and began pulling her shirt over her head. A startled peep escaped from the nurse. Eva found the nurse facing the opposite direction once her shirt was out of the way. “We’re both women,” Eva said in her best chastising voice.

“We’re in the lobby, with big glass windows, in case you forgot. And the doctor could walk in.”

“The entrance doesn’t face the street. Besides, I checked, no one was coming. And you’re between the doctor and me, he’ll knock you over before seeing me.” Eva paused and lightly cleared her throat. The nurse timidly glanced over her shoulder. Eva held out her bloodied shirt. “If you’ll hand me the lab coat, I can have it on before someone actually does walk in.”

Nurse Vallenger hesitated for a moment longer before exchanging the shirt for the coat. She stood, almost guarding the employee door, while Eva casually buttoned up the lab coat. The lab coat’s design left a small v-neck, but not enough to show off anything. Not that she had anything to show off. Someday, she sighed.

Just as Eva finished adjusting the coat, the door chime went off. Nurse Vallenger nearly jumped ten feet in the air.

Eva couldn’t help but giggle.

Nurse Vallenger shot a glare at Eva before turning all smiles to the visitor. “Ah, Mr. Williams. If you’ll head to exam room A, just down the hall,” she gestured away from the employee door, “I’ll get you and Bart signed in and will be with you in a moment.”

The man smiled, and headed down the hall with a smile. “Anything for you, Kattie.”

The moment exam room A’s door shut, Nurse Vallenger turned to Eva. Before she could comment, Eva said, “good thing you didn’t hesitate longer before handing me the coat.”

That got a glare from the nurse. “You remember how to sign people in for checkups?” At Eva’s nod, the nurse continued, “Dean Williams with his dog Bart. I’ll dispose of your shirt while you take care of that.”

“Of course,” Eva said with a wide smile, “anything for you, Kattie.”

Nurse Vallenger huffed out a “creep” as she walked back into the employees section.

“There we go,” Eva mumbled to herself. She took a step back and looked over the newest addition to the library’s bulletin board. Another missing pet poster hung just to the side of the one Eva just posted; that one is looking for a dog rather than looking for the owners.

Several of the businesses between the Thompson clinic and the library now sported Eva’s poster in their windows. The owner would hopefully be found in no time.

Eva walked out of the building with a spring in her step, waving goodbye to the librarian on duty. She skipped past the under construction parking garage to a small fast food joint. Eva wolfed down the burger and a small order of fries.

Her next destination was the abandoned retirement home. A small brick building that had been superseded by a more modern, and better funded, dwelling for the elderly. She had turned the entire second floor into a home away from home. Or rather, a home away from her father.

She left the main downtown street to follow the more direct path through a few of the back roads. A slight chill went up her spine the moment she walked down the second road.

“Eva Spencer?”

Eva spun towards the gruff voice. A man and a woman stood at the mouth to the backstreet. They stood casually, not looking like they were about to chase after or attack. They didn’t look like police as both wore three-piece suits, but that just meant they could be something worse.

“I’m not supposed to speak with strangers,” Eva said, taking a few cautious steps backwards. “Especially not ones who approach me in an alley.”

The woman held up her hands in a placating gesture. “We just want to talk.”

“Not something we can talk about in public,” the man grunted.

Eva took another step backwards, glancing over her shoulder. The end of the backstreet was unblocked and a side alley led off between a few shops. She looked back to the people. Neither had moved while her head was turned. “You’re not cops?”

“No, we’re–”

Something worse then. Before the woman could finish, Eva turned and sprinted. She rounded the corner of the side alley and almost ran into a chain link fence. Undeterred, Eva spotted a point about twenty feet past the fence and stepped. She stepped another twenty feet and turned down a second alley between two buildings.

Eva spotted and stepped to the top of a fire escape. She climbed the last few steps and made her way onto the rooftop. Careful to avoid much noise, Eva walked across the roof towards where she had left the two people.

Rather than the heavy footfalls of a dedicated pursuer, only calm voices could be heard from the alley below. Eva peeked over the edge of the building to find the two standing next to the fence she had stepped through.

“Her father said she never comes home, and she runs off when we try to talk? Surely there are more worthy candidates.”

Eva frowned at that. If they spoke with her father, things couldn’t be good.

The woman shrugged. “She had a point. Two strangers show up in a dark alley? Maybe we should go with my plan this time.”

“She’s had her chance,” the man all but growled. “She doesn’t want to be found, leave her be and lets find someone excited to come. I’m done.”

“This fence?” The woman grasped the chain link fence with one hand and rattled it. “She didn’t climb over it. She was at the end of the alley before we even turned the corner.” She shook her head. “We couldn’t have started more than ten feet behind her. That’s talent the academy desperately needs. If you’re going to pass her up, I’ll happily take over from here.”

The man huffed and walked away, muttering under his breath too quiet to hear from the rooftop. Whatever it was, the woman found it amusing. She laughed a rather jovial laugh. Both people vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving an empty alley with a cold blast of air.

Eva sighed and stepped thirty feet in the direction of home. She took a few seconds to rest before stepping again, no need to strain herself. Normally the bus would more than suffice for getting around. But in times like this, getting home quicker meant getting away quicker.

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