Night Time Panic Attack Closed

The man. The man that had been coming out of his common rooms with some evil plan. The professors may not have noticed, or just not said anything about it, but he had noticed. Oh, yes. The school corridors were watched by the prefecting marvel himself, Kaegen Deathmote. He had been tasked with patrols a few days ago, and no one had told the boy when exactly to stop patrolling. So he had lurked and skulked all through the night. That had, of course, led to him spotting a small furtive old man running about through the corridors. Some professor that he didn’t know about, perhaps? But he had checked, and there was no new staff that he didn’t know about. So who was the old man?

Small and white haired, obviously ancient, he must have infiltrated the school along with all the death witches that kept popping up. 10 years spent in the fens had served the boy well to some extent, poorly to others. But he knew how to stalk prey, exactly how to stalk prey. And so stalk he did. Every night now, he would follow the boy about, silently moving in the shadows. Being wild was, perhaps the only thing the boy could do well, could do really well. He didn’t understand humans, or the school. He saw the world as a spectrum of black and white doom. Brain searching for peril even when there wasn’t any, turning the most harmless of things into the most catastrophic of cataclysms.

After all, that was how the world worked, wasn’t it? Monsters lurked around every corner, Monstrous people not even giving you the courtesy of hiding behind a corner, standing in plain sight directly in front of you, smiling as if daring you to notice who they were, what they were. But he didn’t understand any of that, didn’t grasp the layers behind his reasoning. Evil was everywhere because it was. That was how the world worked, how it always had worked and always would. He had one friend to his name, and one creature companion currently in the guise of a ordinary student.

Kaegen certainly looked odd, black, burned, messy black hair topping a face that looked like it was close to death. Pale white and pasty grey skin that looked like it was taken from a corpse, heavy sleep ridden shadows under dark blueish grey eyes like piercing storm clouds. He wore a grey scarf that moved about with the slightest breeze and a large dark robe that was patched and repatched. Strapped to the boy’s back was a unreasonably large umbrella, long and wooden. It was almost a miracle how quiet he was, how undetectable despite all the odd and ends he carried. Every motion he made was smooth, quiet. Natural, a part of the background.

He had almost decided to take out the old man with a slingshot when he heard him cry. Cry behind a suit of armor. It didn’t make any sense, it was unreasonable and stupid. Unless he was trying to lure Kaegen out, crying would only serve to make the infiltrator’s position known. But Kaegen knew about crying, although he made sure to do so silently, making sure not to attract the predatory creatures that roamed the fens. This old man had no such practice. You couldn’t decide when you cried, you cried when you were at your lowest. When you were vulnerable.

And so the prefect moved forward until he was 5 feet away from the old man, give or take. He had no idea what to say, and didn’t want to state the obvious with a “you’re upset.” Or was that what you were supposed to do? It wasn’t likely. Thinking about it, Kaegen wasn’t entirely sure what he would want a stranger to do if said stranger found him crying. Give him food, probably. Food was good, tasted delicious and helped you think. If food didn’t do the trick nothing would. And so he produced a short log of dry sausage from a inside pocket he rolled it across the floor to the man and then sat down on the stone floor. He would wait until the old man finished eating, and then maybe they could talk. Maybe.

(Old man?? XD)

He couldn't see anything, couldn't hear when a Ravenclaw prefect walked up to him with a sausage, no, he was busy being trapped in a flashback of 'that night', he was looking right through the boy in front of him, grey eyes wide and unseeing, mouth open in a wordless scream, and hidden behind his medical mask.


"the sadistic man walked closer to him, and plunged his knife into Azaiah left chest, his lung, causing him to cough up a chunk of blood, then tore the blade across his arms in a violent fashion, too gory to detail..., his mind flashed with strong phantom pains, and he let out a reals scream, full of terror and pain, full of a suffering not many have endured.


He reacted by banging his head against the wall once, and he was back in controle of his mind, his eyes were still unseeing, as he was busy trying to shove those memories back into the strong steel mental door he kept them locked behind, and lock it he did, turning the levers until a metaphysical, loud click rang through his 'mind palace'. His mentality sagged against the door in relief, utterly exhausted and shaken. His trauma once again fresh.


He snapped back to reality, and started when he saw the Ravenclaw boy in front of him, almost having another panic attack. But he smothered it down, he was already traumatized enough for the night. He took a couple deep breaths, then noticed.....wait was that a sausage? Why.....? He gave the prefect a dubious look.


"Why did you give me a sausage...?"He was indeed truly puzzled be the act, but then realized....how long had the boy been standing there, and why didn't he take him to the nurse, or his house... "Ahhhh…. how long had you been standing there?" His uncharacteristically young-sounding voice rang out in the silences, ash e stared at the odd boy in front of him.

Amanda slinked out of the Ravenclaw common room, glasses and sketchbook in hand. She put them on and squinted as fuzzy blurs morphed into definite objects. Much better. God, I hate these stupid glasses. She shook her head and continued down the corridor. Sometimes Amanda felt like she couldn't concentrate in the same enclosed space as others. She needed to get out for a bit to get some fresh air.

Amanda had just settled down and started to sketch when she heard someone cry out. She shut her sketchbook quickly and looked around, eyes wide. There it is again, she thought as the noise echoed through the halls for the second time. Amanda stood up slowly, sketchbook tucked under her arm. Taking care to be extremely quiet, she tiptoed over to the edge of the hallway and peeked around the corner. There was a young boy on the ground, crying. Amanda almost approached him but froze when she saw who the boy’s company was: Kaegen Deathmote. Amanda frowned and clenched her fists. That vampire boy’s never up to any good. I trust him as far as I can spit, the bloodthirsty scoundrel.

Then the crying boy let out a terrifying scream. Amanda jumped in fear, her heart pounding against her chest. She summoned up her courage and walked over to the two boys. I can’t let that poor kid sit alone with Kaegen. Amanda sat down on the other side of the boy who had been crying. “Hey, is everything alright? I heard some screams.” Amanda narrowed her eyes at Kaegen. “Is this your doing? Why are you always so awful towards everybody?” Amanda words were mean, but she didn’t hate that strange boy, not really. She’d never admit that to anyone, though, not even herself.

The old man’s voice shocked Kaegen, a youthful and babyish sounding voice. And then it hit him. It all made sense. He was sick, a debilitating illness that causes the hair to turn white prematurely. He was a young child, worrying about his imminent demise at the hands of some disease, probably the flu.

“It’s food, eat it. It will help.”

The prefect’s voice was quiet, a whisper that sounded a bit like rustling leaves. Everything about the ravenclaw was soft and quiet, born of a necessity to not be found by the creatures of the fens.



“I don’t know.”

He didn’t, after all. Time was a fuzzy concept for the boy, mist and fog having blocked the sun from sight for 11 years of his life. He didn’t ever remember what time it was, and didn’t really see the point in learning. When he saw Eris going to class he knew it was time to go. When people went to great hall it was time to eat. He was keeping his distance from the boy, giving him space to work out whatever he wanted to work out, consistently staring at him with tired eyes. The boy’s eyes looked a bit like his, although they seemed more alive.

The young boy had spasmed, obviously ill. Hit his head against the wall and then sagged. He looked pathetic, tiny. A little kitten someone left out in the rain too long. A baby animal that people pitied. But kittens had claws, after all. Just because the boy looked weak didn’t mean Kaegen was going to underestimate him.

“Don’t hit your head against the wall. It hurts.”

Kaegen paused for a second before continuing, the thought dawning on him that the boy probably knew that.

“If you can’t stop yourself, get someone else to stop you.”

He was fine sitting there watching the boy, it was an alright arrangement. He might have been a prefect, but surely there was no reason to send this boy to detention. But he had promised to be a good prefect, after all. Had promised. But what exactly did that promise mean? Was being a good prefect picking on someone that just needed some food? As he was deliberating the death witch came along. THE death witch.

Name Wraith, threat level 9. Known abilities: Extreme intelligence, cronies. Known weaknesses: ________
She sat next to the boy and then started to lie. Making it sound like it was Kaegen’s fault. He was the one helping. As he started to be defensive his brain stopped and did a backflip. A trap. This was another trap and she wanted to get close to that boy. The injured boy that wasn’t ready to defend himself. In the blink of an eye something black was in Kaegen’s hands.

It was shining, jagged and wicked looking. A slingshot, loaded with a smooth rock was pulled back and focused on the girl’s forehead. It was a hunting slingshot, made for killing, not playing. If he let go she would die. She would die and no one would fault him. She was a death witch, after all. But her blood might scare the other boy, he was a bit close. It probably wasn’t the best idea to take her out.

“I have two statements. The first is that this slingshot will kill you if you don’t comply. The second is that you are going to stand up, walk away from the boy, or old man or whoever he is, go to your dormitory and report for detention tomorrow.”

It was essentially death or detention. Either way she was going to leave this place. The firelight illumined the boy’s eyes, illumined the pupils that were starting to expand, warping and reaching and morphing out. Growing larger and larger as he started to feel the familiar pain in his gums. Was this death witch really that brave? She really thought that she could walk in and trap him, or the boy with old man’s hair? If one of them was going to die that day, it wasn’t going to be him. It was going to her, and no one else. His eyes didn’t narrow, they didn’t even move, contorting pupils the only discernible motion other than his lips.

“Now.”

He was starting to lose his voice, he could tell it was sounding a bit hoarser, unused to the exercise it was getting. But it was going to have to last if he wanted to calm down the boy after he saved the kid’s life. Or the old man’s life. But the voice did sound pretty child like. It was probably a kid. Yeah, that sounded right.

“It’s food, eat it. It will help.”


He quirked an eyebrow at the response, to both the questions, then shrugged, grabbing the sausage and munching on it absently. He didn't really like sausages, or hotdogs, or porkchops, or chicken-He cut himself from his tiered ramblings, then looked up with dull eyes as the student began to talk once again, quiet, but he could hear his voice well enough.

“Don’t hit your head against the wall. It hurts.”

Again, he quirked an eyebrow, even as the boy thought over the statement and finished it with a slightly less obvious statement.

“If you can’t stop yourself, get someone else to stop you.”

"Oh? And how am I to do that if I'm in the middle of a panic-attack, hmmm?" , He drawled out, then paused, thinking over the inquiry he made and looking up at the boy with slight pain stabbing through his head, a concussion most likely, "Though, you don't need to answer that question, your logical, you can figure out the correct response to such a situation yourself." He finished the sausage, his stomach churning a bit at the unpleasing food, but quieting down, no need to care over such a petty thing.


Suddenly, a girl appeared, another Ravenclaw, honestly, why were so many Ravenclaws wandering the corridors? He doubted they had insomnia. And when she began to spew things about the Ravenclaw boy before him, painting pictures of him being some horrid person, he just sighed and rolled his eyes, trying to silence her with a held up hand.


"Please stop your ramblings, I already have a headache from that cursed panic-attack. Besides, don't jump to conclusions about people, I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart?"He let out a world-weary sigh, tired of how many ignorant witches and wizards messing up everyone's self-confidence.

He jumped a little when the boy who 'helped' him pulled out a friggin slingshot with a ragged stone sitting in his pouch.


“I have two statements. The first is that this slingshot will kill you if you don’t comply. The second is that you are going to stand up, walk away from the boy, or old man or whoever he is, go to your dormitory and report for detention tomorrow.”


He blinked slightly, processing what he just heard, and within seconds he matched a face with one of his mental student profiles, which just held the name and photo of the boy before him, everything else just had question marks sitting beside stat names. This boy was obviously a prefect, with the way he was ordering around the girl, which explained why he was wandering the halls. Instead of interfering he let the prefect do his job, not really caring if the girl was struck down, he just hoped there wouldn't be too much blood, that would most likely trigger another panic attack. The boy was smart, even if a bit blunt, and probably had a good reason to react in such a way.

he then re-processed the sentence the prefect spoke, "Old man....?"


When the boy grew fangs he was mildly shocked, and just added that info to the profile he was filling in. Beside the weapons slot he marked, 'slingshot', and 'Vampiric powers'. Beside 'species' he wrote 'half-vampire', seeing as how the boy didn't have the physical appearance of a full vampire, nor was he devouring his blood, due to the fact Azaiah himself was open and vulnerable just moments ago, and wasn't eaten.

He watched the dramatic scene play out on his position on the floor, leaning idly against the wall. he was in no state to stand up, with a concussion and all, probably caused by hitting his head against the wall the wall. A stupid move, but the past was in the past. Than bottle of Dr. Pepper was pulled out of his robes...somehow...and he opened it with a loud hiss. He wouldn't interfere, no point in defending the girl since she must be some kind of threat and was being annoyingly naïve a second ago. Even if he did defend her, it would be a dumb move, the boy before him with the deadly slingshot was a half-vampire and a prefect, you don't interfere with prefects doing their jobs.


So he just sat there, watching impassively and sipping on his drink with a nonchalant air. He'd have to ask the Ravenclaw prefect questions after this dramatic scene was over, and inform him that he most likely had a concussion. Shrugging, he watched the show.

Amanda glared at the Slytherin boy. “Don’t criticize me, twerp. I could easily break you in two,” she snapped. “Besides, I already know this freak and he’s crazy. He thinks I’m evil, which I am not by the way. And I’m certainly smarter than you.” Amanda rolled her eyes and sighed. She was in no mood to be sassed by some little boy.

Amanda flinched when Kaegen whipped out a slingshot and pointed it at her. “Told you so,” she addressed the young Slytherin. She then turned to Kaegen. “Listen, I don’t know why you’ve got to be such a jerk! I don’t want to hurt you or this boy. You won’t kill me anyways. You didn’t in Madam Malkin’s, and you won’t now. It must be really sad and lonely to be you.” Oh no, here I go again, giving that psycho an opportunity to kill me. He won’t, though or at least I hope he won’t. Amanda summoned her courage and strode up right to the Ravenclaw prefect’s death-like face. “Come on, I dare you to.”

Amanda whirled around and sat right back down where she had been. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. “Sorry about that,” Amanda said to the Slytherin.

"Oh? And how am I to do that if I'm in the middle of a panic-attack, hmmm?"

"Though, you don't need to answer that question, your logical, you can figure out the correct response to such a situation yourself."


“Stay with someone. Get a friend. It’s not easy, but it’s… worth it...”

The boy was a bit reluctant towards the end. It was worth it, right? Staying up late, having no time to do anything, but being there for someone that hardly ever noticed you were there? Sleepless nights worrying, hours of training just so that he could get to her level. And for what?

“Yeah, for what?”

Death witch magic, death witch magic was speaking in his ear. How was she doing that without a wand? His face registered no sign of surprise, it had never had need to. That was just another sign by which things could find you in the fens. It was worth it. It was worth it because she was a friend, he had promised to be worth it, to be as good a friend as he could possibly be and there was no way he was going to go back on that promise. When she did notice him, she was fantastic. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t proven to be his friend, on multiple different occasions. As the boy quieted down his franticly wandering mind, he realized that the old man, or boy or whoever had done a pretty good job of stating he wasn’t giving in to the death witch’s insanity.

And then the death witch stated that she was about to rip the old man, or boy, or whoever he was in half, pretended to not be evil and then claimed her intellectual superiority. And then pointed at Kaegen and his noble act as an example of more of his “evil.” How did that even work, was she trying to cast a spell, and that was why she expected anyone to buy any of that? And then she stated something that made the prefect’s blood run ice cold. With perfect certainty she said he wouldn’t kill her. She knew he wouldn’t. How on earth did she know he wouldn’t? What was she, how was she doing that? Kaegen’s hand drew back a little, the taught rubber less tight as his legs started weakening, softening.

He was going to die. She knew it, he now knew it. There was no hope at all for him, none at all. Why did he think he could stand up to Name wraith? She was threat level 9. 9!

“What… What are you doing? Are you giving up, are you going to die here?

I won’t allow it, I won’t let you. SCREW YOU Screw you and your weak blood. She dies NOW”

The boy’s eyes shot black. One instance his pupils were squirming about, the next his entire eye was a pitch, soulless black. The kind that expected no mercy and didn’t intend to give any, either. His tiny fangs fully extended, along with a decided rip and slice of his fleshy gums. The same instance, he let go of the pouch and the rock flew forward. Straight for the girl’s forehead. As soon as the eyes saw it was going to hit the black receded rapidly, no longer possessing all of his eye, but just a little bit beyond the pupil. The fangs, too, retracted.

That girl had no hold over him, none at all. He could see the stone leaving the pouch as if it was in slow motion, clearly travelling straight for her. Why did she say he wasn’t going to hurt her, was she just calling a bluff that didn’t exist? Was she operating on instincts, hoping for the best as she tried to buy time for something? What the heck was she even buying time for? Who and what was important enough to warrant a threat level 9 death witch putting herself in the way of that much harm? What was he missing, where was the link he didn’t have yet? And what had she been doing down there by the old man boy? The Omb? She was about to kill him, right? Had said she was going to rip omb in half, no less. It just made a complete lack of sense. But there was one thing he was going to be firm on, if she died he would drag her corpse in tomorrow.

”You still have detention.”

“Don’t criticize me, twerp. I could easily break you in two,” the girl snapped, then continued, “Besides, I already know this freak and he’s crazy. He thinks I’m evil, which I am not by the way. And I’m certainly smarter than you.”


He raised an eyebrow at her aggressive response, "Good luck getting people to believe you're not evil with that attitude", he paused, "threats don't help either." Taking another sip of his drink he decided to make another point, "And, by the way, i'm also clinically proven to be mentally unstable, so I'm not one to judge the prefect you're provoking."

The girl turned her attention to the Half-vampire, “Listen, I don’t know why you’ve got to be such a jerk! I don’t want to hurt you or this boy. You won’t kill me anyways. You didn’t in Madam Malkin’s, and you won’t now. It must be really sad and lonely to be you.”, she seemed to think for a second before continuing, "Try Me."

He almost choked on his drink when she decided to threaten the Half-vampire. Was she some kind of suicidal idiot? Sure, he has more controle than a full vampire, but he'd still have aggressive tendencies. Provoking a half-vampire was dumb, no matter which way you look at it.

He saw the Ravenclaw prefect mull over the statement in slight shock, seems he came to the same conclusion he did. The boy tilted his head, as if listening to something, then, as if to prove Azaiah's point, his eyes turned black, and he means, full-on, Black-Eyed-Children black, it was quite disturbing if he does say so himself. The prefect's fangs also grew, poking into the fleshy gums and drawing a slight bit of blood.

Deciding it would be smart to get out of the way, he stood up, staggering as his vision blackened, and stumbled backwards, practically collapsing onto the floor when he was a decent range away, which, in his case, was three meters (he also couldn't go any further).


His took another sip of his Dr. Pepper, determined not to fall asleep, which is a bad thing when you have a concussion , and almost choked on it once again when he saw the prefect let go of the sling-shot. It really shouldn't be surprising, she provoked a half-vampire, who's obviously a bit mentally unstable, though, he doesn't mind of course, because he was, also, mentally unstable. he hoped this prefect was up to the job when Azaiah and the girl he shot at collapsed with bad head-injuries.

Amanda’s eyes widened when Kaegan’s eyes turned completely black and his fangs sprouted. She could feel her heart thudding against her chest, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Holy shit, he’s actually going to kill me. Oh my god. Amanda blinked back the tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. She was never one for crying; it made her feel weak. If you were weak, you lost. Everybody else just walked right over you like a doormat.

Then the stone flew out of the pouch and struck Amanda square in the forehead. Little lights swam before her eyes. She reached up and touched the spot where the stone had struck her. When she pulled her fingers away, they were stained with blood. Amanda heard Kaegen mention something about detention. That stupid psychopath. No wait, stupid me. Stupid me for thinking that I would make it out of this alright. Stupid me for putting my faith in dumb luck and sheer guesswork. She felt a single wet drop roll down her cheek. Crap, I can’t cry. Not even when I’m going to most likely die.As her surroundings began to fade, Amanda lifted her eyes to meet the strange and chaotic ones of Kaegen Deathmote, her enemy and the boy she harbored feelings for. “How could you, you freaking son of a bitch.” Everything went black and Amanda slid to the floor, knocked out cold.