Two

CHLOE

Since the vampire king’s attack, a lot changed. I was awestruck that vampires, werewolves, and humans could coexist. Vampires and werewolves were sworn enemies, while humans were hunters are born to hunt both vampires and werewolves, but we all lived together because we all had one enemy, the vampire king, who wanted everyone to bow and surround their will to him.

Everyone was trying to work together to ensure their safety, but that didn’t give some vampires the right to think they were better than the rest of the race. It was in their blood, and it didn’t appear that it would change anytime soon.

I want the vampire race destroyed entirely if it were up to me. The world will be a better place without them. There would have been no vampire king if they had not existed, and my parents would still be alive, watching me go to school and graduate as the best student, and they would have been proud of me, and the world would be at peace.

I’ve often wondered why humans, so-called vampires, and werewolves didn't just join forces together and attack the vampire king all at once, rather than patiently waiting for the day he attacks them. This was a mystery I didn’t think I’d be able to unravel anytime soon.

Everyone in Roseville was waiting for the vampire king to come and attack them, and they weren’t the only ones. I was also waiting for him to come, and I had been praying to the moon goddess to ensure he came along with his troops. I had promised myself that I would take him along with me to my grave.

A tap on my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts, and I turned to face the person who had tapped me on the shoulder. A middle-aged woman with a smile on her face.

“Isn’t this your bus stop?” When she asked, I turned around to see that she was right. I’d gotten lost in my thoughts yet again. 

After thanking the woman, I stepped off the bus and pulled my hoodie over my head. I didn’t like exposing myself because I wanted my face to remain a mystery to everyone, and I tended to hide when the place was crowded because I wasn’t a fan of people, especially in places where vampires lured around.

As I walked down the school’s entrance, I noticed a few things: older students were in groups exchanging pleasantries, while freshers like myself were frantically trying to register for their courses.

I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. College was nothing like high school. In high school, there were students at the school’s entrance waiting to assist new students, but in college, everyone was too busy doing their own thing to care if they were new or not.

Nobody cared if you were a vampire, werewolf, or human at Greenfield High. They all saw each other as one, and each specie was present in every friend group you saw. I don’t think I want to be found in such groups; I’d rather hang out with humans than vampires. I don’t think I’ll ever be friends with a vampire.

I was lost in thought when someone bumped into me, causing me to fall hard to the ground.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, loser,” a guy in black jean trousers, and a striped shirt said as he walked by me without stopping to apologize. I assumed it was an accident at first because I wasn’t looking where I was going, and I assumed it was the same with him, but the smirk on his face told me it was a deliberate act and he wanted to cause trouble.

“What a dumb ass. I’d stay clear of him if I were you,” a voice behind me said, and I turned to look. It was a guy. “I hope you’re all right?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” I said.

“No worries. If you want, I can help you in getting back on your feet.” He extended his hands towards me, which I accepted while he pulled up.

“Thank you-” I was dazzled by the sight in front of me. I’d only seen handsome and beautiful people from afar, so standing close to one was not something I expected anytime soon. He was tall and well-built, with light green eyes. His features screamed hot and dangerous.

“My name is Axel Moore. I’m in the faculty of life sciences, department of biochemistry. You?” he asked.

“Huh…. My name is Chloe Gillian, same faculty and department,” I replied, withdrawing my hand from his grip.

“I’m sorry about the... uh... your hands. Anyway, have you finished your registration?”

“Nah, not yet. I was about to go there when that rude guy over there bumped into me. He’s a jerk and a moron to act like that,” I let out.

“Watch what you say around here. According to rumors, he is a wealthy man’s son, and his father is the one who provides the school with everything we need. I don’t know who the father is, but just be careful,” a voice from behind us said, startling us.

“And you are?” Axel questioned.

“Oh my... Where are my manners? I’m Amalia, a freshman like you, and we happen to be in the same department. I'm sorry I overheard your conversation,” she replied with a smile. Just then, a guy approached us, panting heavily.

“Amalia… So this is where you’ve been all along. I’ve been looking for you. We were supposed to be registering for our courses,” the guy whined.

“I’m sorry, I was just making new friends. They are freshmen in the same department as us. We can help them,” she explained.

“Hi, guys. My name is Diego Rodriques, and I’m her cousin.”

“I’m Chloe Gillian.”

“I’m Axel Moore.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Well, let’s go, unless you all want to miss today’s first class,” Amalia said, and we nodded before following them to register for our classes. Fortunately, we were able to meet the first-class halfway.

I was thrilled that we were seated in the back. I hated sitting in the front because it drew attention to you, and I hated attention in general.

“Hey, Chloe eyes up front. Guess who just walked in?” Amalia directed my attention to the board. It was the same guy who had knocked me down and refused to apologize. I was going to make him apologize no matter what. My gaze met his, and we locked gazes.

I felt my heart skip a beat as he stared at me with those deep brown eyes, so I quickly averted my gaze from him and returned it to Amalia.

“He is the jerk who bumped into me without apologizing,” I explained. I recognized him right away because of his outfit, which I made a point of remembering before he walked away from me.

“I know, that’s why I drew your attention, and guess what, he’s our coursemate. This will be interesting,” Amalia said, rubbing her hands together.

“I’m going to approach him.”

“No, you are not. Remember what Amalia told us earlier,” Axel warned.

“Who cares if his father is sponsoring the school? He made a mistake and should accept responsibility for it. He has no right to run into someone, not apologize, and then be rude to the person. I’m going to go up to him. Don’t bother trying to stop me.”