New Beginnings, page 1
part #2 of Barriers Series
New Beginnings
Amazon Edition
Published by Bob Dattolo
Copyright 2020 by Bob Dattolo
All rights Reserved
Cover design by rock_0407 at Fiverr.com
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Amazon and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
This book contains violence, cursing, nudity, and sex and should not be read by anyone under the age of 16. If you are offended by any of these, please consider another ebook for your reading pleasure.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BACK PAGE SUMMARY
Chapter 1
Light movement behind me pulled me from my fitful sleep, but I didn’t scream or jerk awake as a warm hand moved down my ass to cup under. Since my legs were pulled up in front of me in a slight fetal position, the fingers had ready access to…everything. As did the warm breath on my neck and the even warmer tongue.
My moan only urged things on, and I was soon rocking against the probing fingers, enjoying my little wake up call.
Want to know what’s better than an alarm clock for waking up? How about a roommate that wakes up horny? What can I say, I do too, so it’s all good.
Steph increased her tempo and rolled me over so that she could get some attention as well, and our typical morning routine kicked into high gear.
Yes, Steph. She’s a girl. I’m a girl. Get over it. We’re not dating or even in a relationship, even though we’re arguably lovers. Then again, I’ve had very nearly daily sex with our entire dozenal.
What’s a dozenal? Honestly, I don’t have a clue what it means. At the end of the day, a dozenal is how they group together kids here at Lledrith Academy. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s a boarding school for children of incredibly rich parents. Supernatural children, at that. My understanding is that very few norm kids have attended over the years. It’s just too dangerous. Most norms out there know it is, I’m just not sure they really understand it.
As for me? I’m Ceri Nawfed Driscoll. I haven’t been at school for long. Just about a month, in fact. A month since I learned my parents were planning on killing me when I turned 17. Killing me…like they did all of my older brothers and sisters. Eight of them. All dead.
We lived on a walled compound, protected and free of the evil in the world. The supernaturals. We were brought up believing that even being near a supernatural would taint us. Send us to hell. We spent hours a day reading from the bible. Sweating in hotboxes. Whipping ourselves. Fasting. Hours and hours…from the time I was born. We weren’t children to our parents, we were numbers. My middle name? I was their ninth child. That’s what it means. They only ever called us by our middle names. No sense using our first name, when they’re just popping us out to harvest our magic on our 17th birthday when our full complement comes in.
Not that we knew that we were part of a magic family. I didn’t know that at all. I didn’t know until I heard their plans for me and ran, climbing over the fence and finding an empty warehouse to kill myself in. I was stopped by a vampire and then picked up by the FBI after the vampire set something in motion that had me dead for about seven hours and then back to life. None of that made sense then, but it does now.
So how did I end up here at a school where it costs more than a million bucks a year to house one of us?
Simple, the FBI raided my house after speaking with me, and my parents destroyed everything, killing my six younger brothers and sisters and 31 FBI agents. They’re being hunted by the government with a kill-on-sight order, and I couldn’t be happier.
That left me pretty much without parents, and I became a ward of the FBI. They didn’t have a foster family for me to go to, since they couldn’t guarantee that I’d be safe. My parents had barriers in place inside of me, holding back my magic, and the barriers were weakened and breaking…and the FBI didn’t know if magic using families would take advantage of me somehow.
Ugh…you can’t know the mental trauma that I felt. I was brought up to believe that everything supernatural was evil…yet my parents were more than 400 years old and were sacrificing us kids when we turned 17, all to siphon off our powers.
And now I’m a supernatural as well?
It’s been a work in progress to fully accept things, but I’m trying. I’m trying hard. I turned 17 two days ago, on Saturday, and this past weekend has been…it’s been enlightening.
One of the things I’ve had to accept? This…what Steph is doing to me? What I’m doing to her? My parents preached that premarital sex was a direct path to hell. Masturbation? Even more so. I met Rasphael the fey in the FBI’s office, and she was willing to be my mother in spirit since she was blocked by her king from adopting me, and she recommended that I learn about myself. Get to know my body. Let my fingers do the walking, so to speak.
I did the first night that I was here, with Steph showing me what to do. She’s a bear shifter, and most supernaturals don’t have an issue with nudity or sex. Like at all. It’s a commodity to them, and they think nothing of having sex every which direction. Yes, guys too. It’s been a month, and I’ve seen just about everything you can think of. And taken part in it as well. It was hard to get through the teachings jammed into my skull, but my changing body and urges as my magic began to blossom rather insisted.
Enough, I need to pay more attention now, because she’s just about to…ohhhh yeah…
The room came back into focus as soft lips met mine.
“You okay?”
My roommate didn’t look concerned, so to speak, but since I was just out of it for however long, she’s at least a little concerned.
“That was amazing.” I kissed her again before pulling away, “Huh…dang, did I send out magic again? I hear everyone going at it?” I came in with normal human senses, but with everything that happened this weekend and coming into my powers, they’ve ramped up. Drastically.
She snorted, “They are.”
My smile was quick, “Huh, Ms. Darvel is also going to town.”
A soft voice reached me, “Oh my God, Ceri, I love being on your floor!” Then she moaned as she came.
Ha! I didn’t know that she could hear us. I don’t know why, but I always think of her as just a mage, but she’s also a gorilla shifter, and they’re freaking brutal from what I’ve read up on.
Sliding out of bed, I helped Steph up, finding that her almost six-and-a-half-foot height towers over my 5’2”. She’s intimidating, but I’ve found that I’m not nearly as intimidated any longer. Part of that is getting to know her and becoming friends with the massive bear shifter, but the other part is what took place this weekend.
Not only was Rasphael able to formally adopt me, with the blessings of her king since I reached my 17th birthday, but between the two of us, we saved the between lands and the fey kingdom from attack by outsiders. It was a near thing, but it worked out. It also highlighted how much different I am than I always thought.
“Time for showers? Breakfast?”
She gave me a quick hug before grabbing my towel as I snagged our caddies. I’ve gotten more used to being seen naked, but it still sends a thrill of fear and excitement through me when I walk into the hallway naked.
Not that anyone cares on our floor. Like at all. It was readily apparent from the first time she had me follow her to the shower and no one even looked at her goodies twice. It’s so strange being here. Strange, but I like it.
Just like normal, the other ten kids in our dozenal joined us on the short walk to the bathroom. They’re all equally naked, and every one of them has a contented smile on their face and a flush from recent orgasms.
Arguably, we’re all juniors. Dozenals are made up of 12 or less kids, and we currently have 42 students here in the Academy. We had 47 when I joined, but I ran into some issues with five of them, and now they’re all dead. As are their families. They set in motion a challenge against me, and my burgeoning powers allowed me to kill them all. Rather violently, too.
Another kid thought it’d be fun to try and get his pride of 300 family members to turn my life into hell and threaten my mother. Yeah, the more than 7,000-year-old fey filled with mountains of power? She didn’t like that bit of challenge and somehow got from her office in DC in the FBI building to their place and killed them. All of them. Yeah, even the student. She was going to let him go, but he showed up and attacked her. You’d think he’d have held off since everyone else was dead.
That should have left us with 41 students, but Rachel, a classmate of mine, had her brother join us as well. She survived a vampire attack at 16 and joined the school mid-year last year. He got sucked into a gang and was turned as we found them. They sort of killed me and were raping her before pulling her into their little family. Honestly, the raping part was way down the chain of things compared to the beatings. Sex just isn’t invasive to supernaturals most of the time. Plus, once they pulled her in, she’d have begged them to go on a fisting spree.
It never got to that point, because a second vampire gang showed up and one of their guys had a thing for corpses.
And I was the only corpse there.
Yeah, I was dead. Dead and gone…just not gone. I know, right? It’ll make more sense at some point why that would be, but since I’m still having an issue with what I learned this weekend, I need to let that part go.
I sort of came back, and we slaughtered them all.
Now Kevin, her brother, is in the freshman dozenal and also part of her two-person vampire family. I rather increased her power level with a ring loaded with a powerful charm, so she pulled him in so that he’d be better controlled and also protected. He’s been having a blast here so far.
As usual, conversation in the morning in the bathroom is pretty quiet as we all belly up to the waist high counters to brush our teeth. Contrary to my original expectations, the bathrooms here are really, really nice. Coed, obviously, but they’re decorated really nicely. We each have our own sink with a mounted mirror for each of them, then a series of drawers to hold whatever we want held.
It took some getting used to brushing my teeth while being surrounded by swaying boobs and balls…and I’m still not quite used to it. I can’t help getting turned on when surrounded by all the skin, and the shifters in the group, plus Rachel, can smell it. Then again, I can smell it from others as well, I just can’t tell if they’re reacting to my scent or just because of the situation.
The supernatural world runs on hierarchies. As a result, it’s very common to have a pecking order determined in groups of people. Here in school, it happens within each dozenal and then again at the school level. Corey had been the leader of the school…until he decided to go after me. He was the ringleader of the challengers, and now he’s dead and gone, and my mom ransacked their lives to give me all of their money and remaining properties. I sort of burned the rest of it. As in all of it. Everything. Including a huge stone quarry. I know, that doesn’t seem possible, but it’s a melted slag of a hole in the ground now. Gotta love powerful magic for being able to do something like that.
With the wholesale death around here lately, Stacey from Corey’s old group is now the leader of the school. It could have been Tom from our group, but Stacey wears enough charms to fuck up his world hardcore if she wanted to.
Granted, every person in my group has been given a charm by me to make them more powerful. Tom’s now a crazy powerful alpha lion. Leticia and Paul are strong alpha wolves. Sarah, our second in command, is a brutal alpha tiger. Steph is up there as a bear and could have possibly taken over the first spot, but bears aren’t as group-oriented as most of the other shifters. Rachel, as a vampire, could lead the entire school, but that’s not something she wants. She’s now four times stronger than she should be, thanks to the ring I gave her, but she’s content to follow. Four times doesn’t seem like much until you realize that someone only about nine months old is more powerful than someone that’s a hundred years old.
As for our mages? Armand was always strong enough to take over the top spot, but he’s not interested either. Most shifters are driven towards dominating others, with mages being a far distant second to that. Carl, Nick, Zach, and Christine were given a ring of magical multiplier from me. It matches the one I gave to Armand. Essentially, it allows a mage to perform a spell with half of the power normally needed. It multiplies their power output by 100 percent. That’s phenomenal, as far as charms go. Rachel is paying me a hundred million for her ring, with the others needing to pay me what we determine to be a fair cost. I’d have given the rings to them, but I’ve learned that you don’t do that unless you have very specific situations. By doing it outside of that, it’s sort of telling the world that something else is going on. Since I very well may be getting attacked again soon for a variety of reasons, I don’t want people to think that my friends are fair game because I wasn’t willing to charge them.
Do I have any rings of my own? I do. So does Mom. I hooked her up for being willing to take me in, and she’s one very, very happy uber-powerful fey. I’m wearing my ring of speed, which ramps up my reaction times, and then my own ring of magical multiplier. It’s just that mine is at 10,000 times. That allows me to perform spells with one percent of the same outlay. That’s…unheard of. Very much so. I rather learned a way to make it more powerful that shouldn’t really work. Combined with my strength and what I am, so to speak, and we have rings that would literally cost billions of dollars for regular folks being worn by everyone around me.
A hundred million is a bargain and a half. Hell, I sold one for 200 million to a teacher that needed a bit of boost to her shifter powers. It’s not anywhere near as strong as the ones my friends have, yet the growth in her power is off the charts.
Good, it seemed like she was being pressed by local shifter groups and they were possibly earmarking her for culling. Now they can’t touch her that way. Unless they attack out of the blue.
Huh, I should check into that. I haven’t spoken to her much, but I like Ms. Ahmed. As does Mom.
My normal routine of being quiet and listening to the others kicked into gear, and I stayed in the background as the others began chatting. Carl and Nick talked video games, with Rachel chiming in every once in a while. Armand and Christine were talking about their projects to make their own charms.
I didn’t have a conniption at seeing some of the guys using the urinals, although using the stall myself with people everywhere was an issue. I’ve been getting better at it, but I’ve literally never used a public restroom before. Hearing people pooping and knowing that they can hear me? Smell me? Traumatic isn’t quite the right word. The only plus is that none of them care or make any comments. Everyone poops…I’m just not used to it.
Thankfully, I’m better with the showers.
They’re tasteful frosted glass with little doors on each of the cubicles. Sure, they allow you to see someone up to mid-calf or so and then from just about my collar bones and up…which means you can see Steph’s boobs without a problem. Yeah, she doesn’t care. Shifters let it all hang out that way.
Oh, and the cubicles each have two shower heads. Yeah, they’re shared.
Typically, the pairing up is based on who’s in what conversation, so I tend to get lumped in with whoever is quieter, unless I managed to get pulled into something with someone. This morning, my shower mate is Paul. He’s a wolf shifter who’s only about four inches taller than I am. Sure, he’s not the right size, but then again, only Christine is the right size at about 5’3”.
His smile is slow as he stands next to me and waits for the water to warm up, “Good morning.”
“Hey, good morning.”
You could easily tell when he thought about the weekend and what they saw happen.
What did they see?
Well, as the clock swung around to midnight Friday, I rather suddenly came into my powers. A traumatic level of powers. At very nearly the same time, I received word from Rasphael that the fey were under attack.
Through a quirk of my powers, I can create windows to see people and use them to travel. The monsters attacking her blocked my access, but I could still see and talk. Barely. I needed to get to the between lands, and needed to do it quickly…
So I reached into the ground at my feet to the cold balls of fire that I could feel below and called for some assistance. What assistance? A sabre-tooth tiger. Or, a skeleton of one. I also got the spirit of the great cat…and my magic brought her back to life. I named her Sumi, and she let me ride her to the access point and then helped me slaughter our way to save Mom.
Yeah…yeah, necromancy is frowned up on in our world. Necromancers have been viewed as evil for nearly 2500 years and slaughtered whenever they’re found. The school pretty much thought I was a necromancer when I stepped back through a portal to my room Sunday night. Except I’m not even human. I thought I was, but I’m not.
