“Hewo! Welhum vo Geomary I’m Mfmer. Turmer.” Even having very acute hearing I had a very hard time understanding that. I took a seat in the back and rested my head on my palm. Soon a mob of bustling sophomores entered the classroom. People were smart not to sit next to me. But soon the seats in the class were filled except the one next to mine and I was lucky enough that no one else entered the room. The bell rang and Mr. Turner handed out some course outline that our parents had to sign. For awhile I spent this time memorizing the room: cheep two person tables with pieces of wood chipped off on the side, ugly blinds that shielded the sun we barely got here, a worn out chalk board behind Mr. Turner’s desk; which was covered in McDonalds sandwich wrappers that I could smell from my seat.
I heard the door shut at that moment and I looked up slightly and froze. And it was a good thing I didn’t need to breath because I forgot how to for a second. It was her, the girl that despised me but the one that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of and she just sent my world back into hell.
Mr. Turner wasn’t happy that she was late but he let it go and motioned for her to take the seat next to mine. She looked up at me, made a sound of disgust and sat down next to me. What the hell was her problem? Do I look unappealing to her? Does she not like handsome guys? I’m going to find out.
“Hello.” I said politely to her.
She looked at me with shock in her eyes, “Hey.”
Did she think I was going to be rude to her and stare her down? That must be it! She must be used to guys staring at her like I did and giving them the cold shoulder.
“My name’s Marcus Thompson, I just moved here from England.”
“I’m Trinity Sang, welcome to America.” She turned the left side of her lip up and barely showed me her teeth.
“It’s very nice to meet you Trinity, that’s a very lovely name you know.”
“Thank you, you’re very polite… I have to say I’m kind of surprised.” She lowered her head in… guilt, embarrassment, shame?! I hate not knowing…
“What do you mean?” I raised one eyebrow.
“The way you looked at me… in the lunchroom I thought that you would be just another one of those guys who just liked me for my looks.” Her cheeks flushed, she looked so cute. Then I smelt it… her blood… it just sang to me. And then my control just vanished.
‘Kill her!’
‘NO!’
Now I was at war with myself. The humanity I was trying to hold onto and the monster that drank blood and craved for human blood now… not animal blood. The thing I have been drinking for many centuries seemed down on the list and human blood was what I craved.
She looked at me and worry struck her face, “Did I do something wrong?”
Yes you did… you were born… the crime that was going to send me to hell and you to your grave. She lightly touched my shoulder and shivered, of course I was cold.
“Marcus? Say something please…”
“I have to go to the nurse.” I managed to say.
