'Bite her! Bite her! Drink her dry! '
My cracked lips felt the gush of chilled breeze as I nearly stumbled against the school's concrete floor at the whining of my malnourished stomach.
Once a fuss of chatter and an outpouring of friends, the hallway had become an endless torrent of order, each of us a careful two meters apart.
Keenly, I went after Abigail, my best friend's girlfriend, as she tottled down the hallway by herself, her blue Nike tracksuit was smeared and reeked of fresh blood.
I gripped my bag tightly and probably didn't have the time to breathe. For some reason, she smelled so good, like bacon after a long hike. She staggered like an injured deer.
She was the prey, I was the predator.
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Just like grades in the high school system, Vampires are hierarchical, from the most powerful and unstoppable down to the less powerful and easily tamed. The first in the order of hierarchy are the; BLACK–eyed Vamps, the darkest. Followed is the RED–eyed Vamps, the most raging, then BLUE–eyed Vamps, the peaceful. YELLOW–eyed Vamps, the most hungry and WHITE–eyed Vamps - The weakest.
Their eyes only reflect these colors when they turn.
According to the information accessed by the FORT; a secret organization tasked with the role of exterminating the last Vampires from Hancock and virtually the world, the Black-eyed Vampires are practically indestructible, whether by sunlight, silver, wooden stakes or anything humans has ever fought with.
Only a few Black-eyed Vampires walk the earth...yet.
There I laid, gasping for the very air we all take for granted, my heart pounded faster than the speed of sound, sending nearly all of the blood within me to that spot. My neck. Was there an afterlife? If there was, I'd like to transcend now. I just hope it's as serene as they claim it to be. Sorry. Scratch that. Let's rewind to the beginning. I wasn't always gasping for air in a near death experience. What went wrong? *** 1 Day Prior It felt like every other day in Hancock High. The rays from the sun blasted their way into the classroom, through the windowpane, where I curled in comfort. I could hear the buzzing of a bee just outside, striving to get in but its efforts were futile since the windows were shut close. The aroma of fresh, moist sunflowers surged through my nostrils like teargas as I began to...drool. "Alex! " "Alexander! " Mrs. Ruffalo yelled. I awakened to the blaring laughter of my classmates. They all had their eyes on me like I was
"Were you?" Mr. Dallas continued, "Julia?" "Alex? " Julia laid the pressure on me. What was Julia's deal and why did she seem so immersed in a battle that wasn't hers in the first place? "Hmm, " Mr. Dallas adjusted for comfort, "There's something we call 'The Last Card', in cases like this, where the situation seems unclear, we refrain from any form of action until our 'suspect' here isn't proven otherwise. Then we can take action. We can flip the last card. " "Alex? " Julia called again staring at me this time with contempt. "Alex, I'll ask one more time, has Marlowe been bullying you? " the principal said. "Alexander, " Mrs. Ruffalo finally spoke, "Don't ruin the chance to make it stop. Be brave and leave the rest to us. " My heart pounded rapidly, and with every throb, a pain in my chest. They didn't understand, no one did, what Marlowe was. "No, he hasn't, " I replied the principal as my face fell to the ground. "You're going to preten
"I knew the principal summoning our terrorizer to his office was a good sign. " Joe said stealing a glance at the piece of paper. Unconsciously, my face beamed with a magnificent smile. Maybe school wasn't that horrible after all. I'd never gone out with any girl and the first time I do, it's with Salene? I crinkled the piece of paper neatly and tucked it into my back pocket. Strolling down the hallway today felt so good, so liberating. Was this all I've been missing out of? Was I becoming important now? A smirk showed on my face as I thought about Salene and me, being tagged the cutest couple of the year. Fuck yeah! That'd probably ejaculate me from the last rung of the social ladder. "Hey, " Joe called my attention shrinking his pulped eyes. "Hearing from Darius? " Why did he have to bring up such a topic at such a moment? My heartbeat drummed rapidly, not of excitement this time. It was something else. "Why bring him up now? " Victor asked in my stead. "Jus
"I knew the principal summoning our terrorizer to his office was a good sign. " Joe said stealing a glance at the piece of paper. Unconsciously, my face beamed with a magnificent smile. Maybe school wasn't that horrible after all. I'd never gone out with any girl and the first time I do, it's with Salene? I crinkled the piece of paper neatly and tucked it into my back pocket. Strolling down the hallway today felt so good, so liberating. Was this all I've been missing out of? Was I becoming important now? A smirk showed on my face as I thought about Salene and me, being tagged the cutest couple of the year. Fuck yeah! That'd probably ejaculate me from the last rung of the social ladder. "Hey, " Joe called my attention shrinking his pulped eyes. "Hearing from Darius? " Why did he have to bring up such a topic at such a moment? My heartbeat drummed rapidly, not of excitement this time. It was something else. "Why bring him up now? " Victor asked in my stead. "Jus
"Were you?" Mr. Dallas continued, "Julia?" "Alex? " Julia laid the pressure on me. What was Julia's deal and why did she seem so immersed in a battle that wasn't hers in the first place? "Hmm, " Mr. Dallas adjusted for comfort, "There's something we call 'The Last Card', in cases like this, where the situation seems unclear, we refrain from any form of action until our 'suspect' here isn't proven otherwise. Then we can take action. We can flip the last card. " "Alex? " Julia called again staring at me this time with contempt. "Alex, I'll ask one more time, has Marlowe been bullying you? " the principal said. "Alexander, " Mrs. Ruffalo finally spoke, "Don't ruin the chance to make it stop. Be brave and leave the rest to us. " My heart pounded rapidly, and with every throb, a pain in my chest. They didn't understand, no one did, what Marlowe was. "No, he hasn't, " I replied the principal as my face fell to the ground. "You're going to preten
There I laid, gasping for the very air we all take for granted, my heart pounded faster than the speed of sound, sending nearly all of the blood within me to that spot. My neck. Was there an afterlife? If there was, I'd like to transcend now. I just hope it's as serene as they claim it to be. Sorry. Scratch that. Let's rewind to the beginning. I wasn't always gasping for air in a near death experience. What went wrong? *** 1 Day Prior It felt like every other day in Hancock High. The rays from the sun blasted their way into the classroom, through the windowpane, where I curled in comfort. I could hear the buzzing of a bee just outside, striving to get in but its efforts were futile since the windows were shut close. The aroma of fresh, moist sunflowers surged through my nostrils like teargas as I began to...drool. "Alex! " "Alexander! " Mrs. Ruffalo yelled. I awakened to the blaring laughter of my classmates. They all had their eyes on me like I was
'Bite her! Bite her! Drink her dry! ' My cracked lips felt the gush of chilled breeze as I nearly stumbled against the school's concrete floor at the whining of my malnourished stomach. Once a fuss of chatter and an outpouring of friends, the hallway had become an endless torrent of order, each of us a careful two meters apart. Keenly, I went after Abigail, my best friend's girlfriend, as she tottled down the hallway by herself, her blue Nike tracksuit was smeared and reeked of fresh blood. I gripped my bag tightly and probably didn't have the time to breathe. For some reason, she smelled so good, like bacon after a long hike. She staggered like an injured deer. She was the prey, I was the predator. ~~~~~~ Just like grades in the high school system, Vampires are hierarchical, from the most powerful and unstoppable down to the less powerful and easily tamed. The first in the order of hierarchy are the; BLACK–eyed Vamps, the darkest. Followed is the