Post by silent.lullaby on Dec 13, 2009 15:31:52 GMT -5
Dusk .::Chapter 06::. Clark High
I jolted at the sound of my alarm clock turning over and taking it out from under a pillow the red glow of the digital clock lit my coffin. After turning the alarm switch to off, I laid in bed for a while longer. Butterflies fluttered around nervously in my stomach. Going to school with humans. I rubbed my temples, “it’ll be fine.” I told myself before pushing the lid open.
“What will be fine?” Angelique asked. My vision quickly adjusted and I seen her moving around in the closet picking out clothing before putting it back.
“School, with the humans,” I respond studying my nails.
Angelique’s tiny shoulders lifted and fell in a graceful shrug. “One can hope, but realistically, our generation has to be worse for self control. Everything we’ve been told not to do we do. Tattoos, drinking of alcohol or the blood of wolves. This is a terrible move by the elders.” I couldn’t agree more. My little sister often spoke with wisdom far beyond her years. She turned to me and held up two shirts in the dark. “Which one?”
I studied them, despite being in the basement, small traces of light from the open bedroom door was more than enough for the eyes of a vampire. “The blue one.” Angelique looked at them both and put the blue one back. “Why did you even ask.” Angelique shrugged. I stood and jumped out of my coffin and headed toward the door.
Once out of our room I could smell bacon and eggs and followed it to the kitchen. “Morning mom.”
“Morning Aries. How do you want your eggs?”
“Scrambled,” I responded as I turned to the table freezing in my tracks. “Mom?”
“Mhmm”
“What’s with the blood packs?” The table was set for Angelique and I, plates for our breakfast and beside them a fresh blood pack.
“Your father thought it would be best.” Mother replied. “It’s dangerous enough for you two to be going to a human school. Michael thought if you were both topped up on your blood being around humans wouldn’t tempt you as much.”
“I had one yesterday,” I said sitting.
“Really?” Mother asked as she stopped beside me with the frying pan pushing the eggs on to my plate. “You usually refuse them till the last minute.”
“It was the last minute,” I replied picking up my fork. I didn’t tell her that it had been past the minute, that my vison had reddened.
“You should still have it, to calm my mind at least.” Mother flipped the bacon with ease while I always end up burnt with flying grease.
“Blood packs?” Angelique asked coming in she picked hers up. “A positive, my fave!” I couldn’t really tell the difference between blood types, while other vampires swore to only one type. She shook her hand as mother offered her food, I could smell her blood as her back teeth slashed in and she tore the bag with her teeth drinking it greedily.
Mother dropped bacon on to my plate and I quickly ate it as I seen the time on the rooster clock that hung above the stove. My ears perked as the phone rang, mother went into the other room to get it and Angelique dropped her blood bag into the garbage can and headed to brush her teeth.
I picked up the blood pack and weighed it in my hand. I didn’t need it. I looked down the hall Mother had taken the call into another room. I couldn’t hear her, so it was doubtful that she could hear me. I opened the refrigerator and put the blood pack back with the few others that remained. It could be used at a more suitable time, and mother and father would never know the difference.
“Are you nervous?” Angelique asked as we walked toward the school.
“Yes,” I admitted. “This is a foreign experience, are you to tell me that you aren’t nervous.”
Angelique shrugged her shoulders, light reflecting off of the purple fabric. “I wouldn’t say I’m terrified about it. Everyone from St. Viktor’s is going to be there.”
“I guess.”
“Are you worried because your...” Angelique stopped talking as we walked past an elderly woman walking her tiny dog. “Because your werewolf friends won’t be there?” Werewolves occasionally attend the same schools as vampires but St. Viktor’s is exclusively for vampire students.
“They weren’t at St. Vik’s,” I responded.
“This is different though, these will be humans. Going to a school filled with people like us is... normal, homey. Here we’re going to be worrying all day about potentially biting someone, or someone else in the covenant screwing up.” My lips tightened into a hard line as I thought about it, but I felt the expression lighten up when I seen the choppy wild red hair of Marlowe blowing in the wind. “Here we are, Clark High. Lame.” Angelique shook her head and left me with Marlowe.
“She’s right you know,” Marlowe said falling into step with me. “This is going to be so lame.”
“I doubt it.” I responded.
“Really? It’s not going to be anything like St. Vik’s. We’re going to have to hid who we are!”
“I’m sure someone will kick up some excitement,” I responded. “Or they’ll just screw up so royally the elders will burn us all.”
Marlowe shook her head, “burning us wouldn’t kill us.”
“I know!” The bell went off.
“Oh joy, come on lets get in there with the ‘fleshies.’”
“I’ve never gotten that,” I said as we headed in through the front doors. “We’re all made of flesh, why are the humans fleshies?”
“You think to much,” Marlowe snickered.
First up was home room, which was posted for all of the students of St. Victor’s. “three twenty.”
“Me too,” Marlowe responded. Her eyes flicked over the list rapidly. “Scarlet’s in with us, so is Faust, Zakia, Jacques, and Ingrid.” All the names were familiar, classmates from St Viktor’s, it made me feel more comfortable here at Clark High.
Marlowe sat to my right and Scarlet sat to my left. Faust joined us sitting in front of Marlowe, Zakia sat behind me, Jacques in front of me, and Ingrid in front of Scarlet.
“This is so weird.” Zakia stated, her dark skin clear, she had the perfect smoky eye and just the right hint of blush. Her unruly, tight, black curls hung around her head, and she acted as if she didn’t notice all the human boys staring at her. “All the pulses, very distracting.” She spoke in a quick whisper, with rapid fire flicks of her tongue, there was no way any of the humans would have been able to figure out what she was saying. “I can stand going to a mall for an hour, but an entire school day of this. What were the elders thinking?”
“It’s a test of willpower, of control.” Scarlet replied.
“It’s a load of horse shit,” Faust responded. His olive complection, neat dark brown hair, and even darker eyes as well as a rich fashion sense had already gotten him looks from the girls in the classroom. He seemed moodier than usual this morning.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ingrid said as she spun her golden hair around her finger, her eyes a bright eerie green. “It must be done, it’s only one year out of many.”
“I fear I must for once agree with Faust,” Jacques responded with his french accent. “A load of horse shit it is.” Jacques’s dark blonde hair was pushed back with styling products, he still had a tan from the summer, the intensity of his baby blue eyes seem startling at first, but over the years I had gotten use to them.
“Agreeing with me,” Faust snickered, “oh how the mighty have fallen.”
“Cute,” Jacques responded crossing his arms.
The two begun bickering as usual, despite them being best friends and I looked around the room. “All the humans to the left, all the vamps to the right,” I murmured.
“I’m sure in time it will change,” Ingrid responded as if to prove her point she caught the eye of a boy who’d kept looking over at her and she gave him a little wave, pretending as if she were shy. I knew she’d break the hearts of most of the boys in this school before the year was to be over.
“Hello class, I’m Mr. Irving,” Mr. Irving sat his briefcase down on his desk. “This morning, I’ll be handing you out your locker numbers along with your class lists. And you’ll all be missing your first class due to the beginning of the year assembly.” Mr. Irving had a painfully monotone voice and seemed bored with teaching, and probably his life. His salt and pepper thinning hair, his sweater vest with the mustard stain, the horribly tapered beige pants. I wondered if he was a vampire, would he completely loose his mind for knowing he’d go on like this forever?
He silently handed out the papers each marked with our name, locker number, and classrooms. The P.A clicked on and a female voice grated on my nerves. “Please come to the assembly room.”
The triple sized gym was set up, the bleachers on the side out and nearly filled. Chairs were also set out all facing the stage where the principal stood. “There are a few spots up there,” Zakia pointed and we all followed her.
More people crowded in and the room was a buzz with chatter. None of the vampires from St. Viktor’s stuck out, no one was doing anything stupid. “You’re right.”
“Huh?” Marlowe looked to me.
“You’re right,” I repeated. “This is going to be lame.”