You're a witch

Getting used to my new life was as easy as eating cake. I was still waiting for bullies to bully me but unlike the other time, I knew I had someone to protect me, watch over me. For the first three weeks I spent with her, she took me shopping for new clothes outside my comfort zone, took me to a spa where I was taken good care of, dragged me to a salon to treat my hair and showed me around town. She taught me what to say and do at each place I went to, how to act and what expression to wear and above all, she was teaching me some basic self-defence moves.

The city is strange, I must admit that. She went out a few times and was back in a hurry, and said she didn't want her present to be known yet so she would have more time for me. On that day, she powdered me up and I must confess, I looked like a silicone barbie doll, just the right amount of perfect. My black hair amazingly stopped at the small of my back, how she did it, you tell me! She made sure to give it a glossy impeccable straight smoothening and lift it up into a ponytail; a dutch crown braid ponytail.

My skin was almost spotless, almost I say. She added all those fancy makeup to my face, don't know what but I looked stunning. I never even realised I had a beauty mark at my bottom lip. It glowed like a black ring over my purple lip gloss. I literally know nothing about fashion but I'm sure I can manage to give you a good description of my first day to school outfit; I wore a black body con jumpsuit thingy, a purple leather jacket over it, a purple leather belt and purple leather wedge ankle boots. The jumpsuit had two front pockets, pockets with a purple leather band. She made me wear black earrings, black bangles, a wristwatch and carried a black handbag with a purple zipper.

There, that's the best I can do.

"Remember, don't look down when talking to anyone, look them straight in the eyes no matter how scary they are. If you feel an itch in your mind, a sudden weight, know that someone is trying to gain access into your mind. If that happens, think about a blazing fire filled with wolfsbane because that is the most effective way to kill most supernatural creatures…"

"What are you talking about? Supernatural creatures?"

"Geez, Marinette! You still haven't figured it out after staying here for three weeks! You still haven't picked up on the hints and weird people around!" She shrieked exasperatedly, scaring the shit out of me. I moved to the door that I almost felt like I could enter it. "You need to stop being so dumb and acting like a fucking idiot! I already gave you the rules, follow it or die." She huffed.

What clue?

I pondered on her words until she drove into a magnificent castle, a gray haunted looking castle with a green sky and purple clouds. The ground was blood red and black but that was the least of my problem, the creepy students were everywhere! One was green and holding his head in his hand as he talked to a one eyed girl, a mini cyclops. Some had no legs, some no hands, some were transparent ghosts, some even spiders and mummies!

"Marielle," I whispered, shifting closer to her with a quivering body. "Where are we?"

"Don't shout, you are in Twilight Castle, college for monsters," she replied calmly.

"M…m…m…m…" I looked at her with a much faster beating heart. "Then you are a m…m…m…" She opened her mouth, two shiny pointy fangs sprouted out and glinted. I felt myself losing consciousness.

"Don't faint," she slapped my cheek softly. It was like a switch was flicked on, I started screaming so loud my heart almost escaped from my mouth. She rolled her eyes around, everyone was looking at the car. "Get a hold of yourself, Rinette, and stop screaming, you are embarrassing yourself."

"You're a werewolf!!!" I screamed. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

"Vampire actually, and no, not dhampir."

"That is even worse!"

"Why?" She chuckled. "Blood drinking?" She changed from being annoyed to being amused. It was not amusing.

"Yes!"

"Calm down, as strange and unbelievable as it may sound, I don't drink blood."

"Huh…?" I asked puzzledly. All vampires drink blood. That's what makes them a vampire.

"My biological father is one of the high vampire council members, the oldest of all vampires. He went out of the city, wanted to feed and ended up feeding from my mother. Most vampires have libido problems, he wasn't one of them as records shows but he felt a powerful pull towards her, slept with her and it resulted in me. Mum was helpless, a one-night stand with a man she couldn't even remember had led to an unwanted pregnancy. She tried to abort me but I was way too stubborn,"

"Vampires barely get pregnant, pregnancy to them is a miracle, serious one. Of course mum was unaware, her blood was always running out and she had to be put in a hospital and be pumped blood once a week, it was horrible. Scientists were confused on why her blood would dry up without leaking, how I was surviving there. Fortunately for Mum, Dad couldn't get the feeling of returning to her off his mind. According to what he said, he always saw Mum rocking a baby in his dream so he returned to find her. That was how he knew he was having a baby…" she smiled and giggled. "He was so happy, he took mum away and made sure she was well taken care of until I was born." She retracted her fangs and took off her seatbelt. I did the same, eager to hear the complete story. She opened the door, in a flash I was also out of the car.

"How did you do that?"

"Vampire speed," I stepped away from her. "Rinette, do you trust me?"

"I do but…"

"You are scared, I know. I will never do anything to hurt you so trust me, Marinette," I looked at her stretched out hand warily. "Trust me, Marinette." I exhaled and took her hand. She pulled me along, interlocking our arms and shielding me from the staring creatures.

"So, you haven't finished your story." It was a way to distract myself.

"Like I said, he took Mum away, took the responsibility and supported her through her painful pregnancy period."

"The women need to drink a lot of blood, right?"

"Yes, but not as intense as the movies put it. She only needs enough blood during the first three months of her pregnancy, after that, she gets to drink at a specific time."

"But how did your father get her to drink it and why don't you drink blood?"

"How Dad was able to make her drink is something I can't explain or you will faint. As for why I don't drink blood, it will shock you to know that my mother's bloodline isn't completely ordinary. Somewhere along the line of her ancestor, there was an elf with royal blood. None of them took that side, but somehow, I did. I'm an elf of royal lineage and also a vampire with the blood of the oldest vampire running through me."

"You must be really powerful,"

"I like to not think that, but yes. My elf side forbids me from drinking blood,"

"But, blood is what makes your kind vampires,"

"So it seems," she looked away, waving at the people waving at her. I gasped as I thought of something.

"Why am I here? Am I a monster too?" I asked panickingly.

"You are a witch—"

"What!"

"Your mother was the autumn witch and your great, great grandmother, the crone of witches before they died. I suspect you to be a normal witch since a new autumn witch has been chosen but your energy is different, stronger than any I have ever felt. Dad checked you out once and said the same thing. You are a witch of a totally new and powerful breed, one he fears to speak of. He insisted I bring you here to train, maybe then your powers will open." I couldn't believe it, I mean, me? A witch. I just found out vampires exist minutes ago and suddenly I'm a witch? Yeah, right.

"You are kidding me, right?"

"Why do you think you never die, because you are lucky? No, you are not." She said sneeringly. I shook my head with disbelief.

"I am not a witch." I don't laugh evilly, I don't have a broomstick and even if I am ugly, I'm not witch ugly. That's just being cruel to me. I mean, if she thought I as ugly, she could just say it out straight. I'd lived and heard it enough so it won't hurt. She didn't have to make things up to make me feel better. I'm ugly, I get it.

"Let's agree to disagree," she chuckled and waved back at the guy hooting at her. She had a lot of fans as people hailed and saluted at her, a few bowing and many taking handshakes. I watched her as she attended to all of them buoyantly, laughing and speaking raucously. I couldn't wave or speak, I was terrified, they all looked so weird and creepy. She took me to my locker afterwards, helped me with my books and listed so many more rules. "I will be back, don't move." She dashed off.

"Don't leave," I whimpered. I rest my back on my locker, a coffin shaped locker. I hugged my books and focused on calming my heart, this shit is real. Someone dragged a whistle beside me, making me jump away with a scream.