Desmond
It was a girl. She had bronze skin with big chocolate frizzled hair which were puffed and stopped at her shoulders. Her chocolate eyes were revealed when she looked up at me in pain.
"I'm so sorry I didn't see you there," she said, rubbing her forehead with her palm.
I looked at her once more and walked off in anger. How dare she touch me? I scoffed as I remembered the scene once more.
The bell rang, and I walked to my first class, Literature. As I stepped into the course, the teacher was already there, and he gave me a stern look.
"Late for your first class, Mr. Hawthorne," the blonde man pointed out.
I just faked a smile to ease the anger in my throat.
"Come in and take a seat, Desmond," he demanded.
As I entered the class, I put the man on my "To- kill" list. Everybody stared at me as I walked to my seat. I even heard some gasp.
"Now, where were we?" the man asked but continued anyway.
I looked around the class, uninterested, until my eyes caught someone. It was the girl I collided within the hallway. She was seated two desks in front of me to my left. The rage I felt then came running back.
She was giggling and chatting with a blonde girl beside her. I reached into her mind and found out they were best friends.
Only Genesis vampires could read minds, and it helped us get an advantage over others in so many ways. I tried to get into the other girl's mind, but I was immediately blocked out.
What? I gasped.
I tried entering again, and I was still pushed out. This got me surprised. Never had I been rejected from reading someone's thoughts. Who was she? I had to find out quickly. I focused my hearing on their conversation to eavesdrop.
"So you just landed on his chest?" the blonde girl asked after giggling.
"Yeah, and it felt so hard," the frizzled-haired girl explained." Like my body crashed into a wall or something."
They were talking about me, about the incident that happened in the hallway. This intrigued me very little.
"That means he works out?" the blonde one joked.
"It's not fun, Kate," she said, chuckling.
"Ms. Wallace and Ms. McCullough, "the Teacher called." May we know what's so amusing?".
"Sorry, Mr. Johnson," the frizzled girl apologized.
The man looked at her briefly before returning to the board. I heard her heave a sigh of relief.
"We should continue this after class," she suggested, and the blonde nodded in agreement.
I exhaled deeply and relaxed back on my desk. Mr Johnson was speaking, but my mind wasn't there. I looked around the class, and nobody caught my attention the way the frizzled hair girl did.
The bell rang, and I zoomed out of the class before anybody moved. I placed my hands in my pockets as I strolled in the hallway. I was heading for my next French class but didn't know where that was.
As I thought of a way to get to class, a blonde girl stood before me, blocking me. She had blue eyes, and her hair fell down her shoulders. There was only one thing I knew; she wasn't Kate McCullough, the frizzled hair girl's best friend.
"You are blocking my way," I spat.
She just smiled and giggled. I rolled my eyes with no interest.
"You must be the new boy, Desmond, right?" she said with a big smile.
"Wait? How did you know that?" I asked, surprised.
" I am Melissa Whitmore, but my friends call me Liz," she said.
"So, can I help you with something?" I asked, uninterested.
"Do you need assistance in anything?".
I was about to say no and walk off, but I remembered I didn't know my way to French class. I gritted my teeth in disappointment that she won.
"Do you know where the French class is located?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm headed that way. Let me escort you", she offered.
I wanted to say no but realized I would be too rude. However, a little piece of me didn't care.
"Of course," I accepted.
We walked gently, passing some looking eyes.
We approached the class as the bell went. I got into the class, and everybody began whispering about us. I took a seat at the back, and she sat beside me.
A woman in black and a Bob haircut came in and began lessons. I looked around and spotted the frizzled hair girl again. I was surprised to find myself smiling.
French class went by quickly, and so did my other two. It was time for lunch, and I sat at an empty table. I was hungry but craved blood. Melissa walked towards my table, smiling with her tray of food. My lunch just served me by itself unknowingly. She took a seat facing me.
"Aren't you hungry?" she asked.
"I do not believe my stomach needs food," I replied.
"Where are you from?" she asked as she bit her sandwich.
"This is my hometown," I replied again.
"Are you sure? Because your accent says otherwise."
I chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
"You sound British."
"I never noticed," I said.
She looked at me confused and then drank from her juice carton. I looked at the carotid artery on her neck and could feel every pulse. The hunger in my throat came back and burnt fiercely. I cleared my throat, controlling my inner demon.
"Okay," she managed to say, still confused.
I smiled back at her. I needed to lure her away from this crowd to somewhere safe. Somewhere where nobody would disturb us. I looked around the cafeteria, and I spotted the frizzled hair girl.
"Who is that?" I asked, pointing at her.
She turned and looked in the direction in which my finger pointed.
"That's Hope Wallace," she said, " Her mum is the town's Sheriff."
I nodded in understanding.
"Let's go have fun," I offered.
She looked at me with widened eyes.
"But school isn't over yet," she pointed out.
"Does it need to be?" I dragged." Come on."
I stood up and offered her my hand. She took it shyly, and we walked out of the cafeteria with half of it looking at us. She drove us to my house and was mesmerized by the beauty of it.
"You live here?" she asked, amazed.
"Of course," I said.
We got in and sat by the fireplace. Alfred wasn't around, and I was happy not to get any distractions.
"I would pour you a drink, but you are underage," I teased.
"Forget about the drink," she said as she stood up and smashed her lips on mine.
I welcomed it and kissed her back. I held her up and sped to my bedroom. She tore her lips from mine and looked scared.
"How did we get here so quickly?" she asked.
"Don't be scared," I commanded, looking into her eyes.
She nodded, and we got back to kissing. She got rid of my shirt, and I removed her dress. She kissed my chin to my chest, and I gasped in ecstasy. She was good at this.
I looked into her eyes and commanded her not to scream. My fangs came out, and I dug into her carotid artery. I drank from her bloodstream, feeding my inner demon's hunger that bathed my body. She gasped in pain softly.
When I was done, I let the venom from my fangs invade her bloodstream. When I was done, the bite on her neck healed quickly.
I unhooked her bra and kissed her on her bosom. She kissed me on my left ear, and I grew mad. After a few minutes, everything became oblivion.
•••
I woke up and saw it was dark. I turned and saw Melissa beside me. I tapped her, and she woke up slowly.
"Ok, Blondie, it's time to go home," I said.
I compelled her to forget about me feeding on her. She wore her clothes and went downstairs. I stood up and wore mine, heading downstairs too.
I poured myself a glass of alcohol and sipped on it slowly. A knock came on the door, and I called Alfred. He didn't answer, meaning he wasn't back yet.
I sighed and opened the door. A familiar face in a black leather jacket smiled at me. My body grew rigid as I recognized the black hair and silver eyes. My mouth grew angry as I called the name.
"Solomon."
"Hello, brother," he said, "You wouldn't believe how much I have missed here."