Mikey’s POV

It was much easier than I thought. Enticing the girl to come with me was not hard. She was very pretty and she seemed to like me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out past the courtyard. Solange seemed sort of strange. She wouldn’t talk; just smile or nod every little while. But now I couldn’t hear anything over the pounding of her delicate heart; the flow of the blood from that to her neck. I found myself leaning closer to her. Her eyes went wide, assuming that I was going to kiss her. That wouldn’t be bad either, I just had something else in mind. I let my lips linger near the vein on her neck, breathing in her scent. Why had she stood out among all the other pretty girls I could have to chosen to quench my thirst? The thirst in my throat that just wouldn’t go away.

I felt hypnotized as I pushed my fangs against her skin in a quick motion, attaching my mouth to her neck hungrily. She let out a startled sound and immediately pushed back, only causing me to hold her more firmly. Solange’s blood was… intoxicating. She stopped struggling and I felt like I should stop. But I couldn’t. Suddenly, I was being ripped away from her. I hit the brick wall behind me with a force that would have cracked a human’s bones. I faintly recognized Gerard, through the fogginess that overtook my head, as he was yelling something at me. I placed my hands over my head, bringing my knees up to my chest, to clear the dizziness and confusion.

Fuck. What did I just do? Why would Solange follow me, anyway? The thirst wasn’t going away. I clutched my throat and took shallow breaths, trying to make the burning leave.

Solange’s POV

I was sitting down at my usual spot in the courtyard, eating lunch, and waiting for Frank, when someone walked over to me, their shadow being cast across the ground in front of me. I looked up, to be met with a tall skinny boy in glasses. Someone who I hadn’t seen here before, so he must be new, because I am very observant about people.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked me, vaguely motioning to the place beside me on the picnic bench. I shrugged and scooted over. It didn’t matter. He would probably leave anyway due to my lack of conversation. “You’re name is Solange?” He asked, peering at the corner of my assignment, which I covered with my hand, nodding. “Cool, I’m Mikey,” He stated. I started to feel funny…drawn to him in a weird way. I tried to shake the strange fuzziness out of my head, but it wouldn’t go away…but I didn’t really mind.

Before I knew it, Mikey said something and pulled me away from the courtyard. I remembered to grab my things as we left. Something told me that I shouldn’t be doing this; walking away with a boy I just met, but the feeling got shoved to the back of my mind. Soon we were out behind the building and the boy turned to me. His pupils were blown wide as he started leaning towards me. My instincts told me to back up, but all common sense escaped me and I didn’t even move as Mikey put his mouth to my neck. I could feel something puncture my skin and I finally came back to my senses.

He’s new. That’s why I didn’t recognize him. The whole school was talking about the new vampire student and his brother—so this had to be the vampire. I could practically feel the blood draining from me as I made attempts to break away from him. Right then, he was pulled away from me and I fell onto the ground. I let the hysteria built up inside me come up and I screamed at I saw the second person. As soon as I did that, the guy’s head snapped over towards, and he walked over, crouching down. I scrambled back a bit, noticing the fangs that were gleaming with the rest of his teeth. No one said anything about two vampires coming here.

“I won’t hurt you,” he told me, only to contradict his words by licking his lips. He grabbed my shoulders, bringing his mouth to my neck just like the other boy. I let out an involuntary whimper as he liked across the punctures on my neck. I felt a weird pulling and it felt like ice water was being poured into my veins. I touched the place with my fingers, feeling nothing but my same smooth skin. The vampire suddenly spoke again and I tried to ignore my blood on his lips.

“Please don’t tell anyone,’ he whispered, giving me a little more space. “You don’t understand…” He added while tossing me his hoodie. I looked down at my white shirt, now stained with red, understanding why he gave it to me, and looked back at him. I nodded my head quickly and got up to run back towards the main building. I won’t be staying for the last class. I’ll just have to see Frank later. The boy asked me not to say anything, but he doesn’t understand that I couldn’t tell anyone even if I wanted to.


Gerard’s POV

All of the anger vanished as I took in my brother’s appearance. He was completely new at this after all and I was planning on joining whoever was feeding. I pulled Mikey up, grabbing him by his thin upper arm. Of course something like this would happen on the first day of our “new life”.

“Mikey, what were you thinking?” I asked him. “How did you get that girl to come back here with you?” I said as I vaguely gestured to the back of the building next to the dumpsters and chain link fence. He looked around dazed muttering something that sounded like “It’s just like the dream,” before shrugging his arms out of my grasp and pushing his glasses up his nose.
“I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry Gerard. I was hungry…” He trailed off pulling down his hoodie sleeves. I could feel his discomfort growing for some reason.

“How could you be? I made sure that you fed last night, so exactly THIS wouldn’t happen the first day here,” I said while glaring at him. “This didn’t happen to me when I first turned…”

“I don’t know!” Mikey exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. “Not every person is the same.” Maybe he was right. Maybe it was different for every vampire. I was sincerely hoping that I hadn’t made a huge mistake in turning my little brother.

“Are you okay?” I asked him. He nodded.

“But the girl isn’t.”

“I made sure she was fine. We should get back to class, unless you don’t feel up to it,” I said, unsure of what to do.

“It’s fine. Let’s just go.” Mikey started walking back to the main building of the school. I only had one class left now which was art. I was lucky to be able to get into that class. It was always full because most people signed up for the easy A. As we trudged through the crowds, I kept an eye on Mikey. I was worried about him going off on his own now. I knew that he was mature and responsible, but I don’t want him to make the same mistake again.
My brother muttered something and broke off through the people, and into the band room. I sighed and pulled out the set of papers I was given when I registered here and looked at the map so that I could find the art room. If this class had a cool teacher, it would probably be my favorite one. As I enter the room, the smell of paint fumes, pencil shavings overwhelmed me. I sat down in an open seat, secretly hoping that Frank would be in this class.

I couldn’t find the teacher anywhere in the classroom. I watched as a few more students shuffled into the room. It was almost time for the class to start and I could feel disappointment that Frank wasn’t going to come. Why did I feel so attached to him anyway? I convinced myself that it was because out of all the strangers in this new place, he was one of the only people that were familiar to me. I shook off the thoughts and opened my sketchbook to a blank page. It looks like the teacher isn’t coming anytime soon. I let my hand do the thinking as it drew dark strokes across the cream colored paper.

Eyes. They were one of the hardest images to draw, but they were my favorite thing. They were complicated and there were so many things you could tell about a person by their eyes. I was so immersed in my work that I didn’t notice when someone came and set down next to me.

“Is that me?” A quiet voice whispered next to my ear. My hand paused and I just noticed that the lines had taken the form of a face. I slammed my book shut in a quick movement as I turned my face to see who the voice came from. I was met with the eyes from my drawing.

“Has class started?” I asked, avoiding him question.

“Yea, about thirty minutes ago, but we’ve been working on a big project, and it’s what we do every day… And you looked, um, busy. I didn’t want to disturb you…” Frank said, trailing off.
“Oh,” was my intelligent reply. After a few more moments of silence, Frank staring at me and me looking around randomly, I decided to walk up to the teacher’s desk. I stood there for a moment and he didn’t look up from whatever he was working on. I awkwardly cleared my throat.

“Oh, hey! You’re the new student, right? Well, I’m Mr. Williams, but you probably already know that,” he greeted me cheerfully. I stared back at him sort of dumbfounded. He was a vampire. Public schools like this don’t hire vampire teachers. Mr. Williams was doing a good job at hiding it though. A human wouldn’t be able to tell, and maybe some vampires, but it was obvious by the paleness of his skin and the way his eyes were so clear. I shook my head and blinked, recovering myself.

“Um, yea. Frank told me how there was some big project everybody was working on,” I stated questioningly. The art teacher nodded his head and pulled out a sheet of paper that looked like a rubric and handed it towards me. I just laughed and shook my head.
“Sir, I can’t use a rubric with my art. That’s sort of stupid…” I stare at him, hoping he doesn’t get mad at me for being slightly rude.

“Well that’s understandable. Basically, this will be the final, end of the year project. It can be any type of art but you can’t half ass it.” I chuckled as he said this. “You can work in a group, but then I will grade you harder, and you know- since you don’t have a rubric, just do your best,” he ended with a smile. I said a small thanks and walked back over to the table where Frank was still sitting. I sat in my seat and just leaned back, watching the clock. It was the end of the day and we would be dismissed really soon. There wasn’t much I could do. I didn’t want to start a new drawing and I wasn’t going to finish the other one now that the real person was sitting next to me. We sat there a little longer until Frank broke the silence.

“So what do you think you’re gonna do for the project?” He asked me, cocking his head to the side. I shrugged my shoulders.

“I was thinking about something but it would incorporate music, so I don’t know if I should do it,” I replied while glaring at the clock. I swear it just moved back by two minutes. After wishing for Frank to be in this class, I just wanted to leave. I’m normally confident but the past few times I’ve been around him, I become awkward and more talkative than usual…which really didn’t suit my personality. I looked back at Frank and he just nodded and rubbed the scorpion tattoo on his neck- something he probably did subconsciously.

Just then, the announcements came on for the end of the day, the monotone voice of the lady in the office blaring over the loud speakers. I rose out of the chair and grabbed my tattered bag, making my way out the door without saying goodbye. I pulled out my phone to text Mikey and tell him to meet me outside disregarding the fact that I had detention. The first day was finally over.

Notes

Can't wait to post nest chapter. It completely new. But I haven't even finished typing it, or writing it yet. Yeah, i'm so great at this. hopefully i'll finish 9 and 10, so i'll be ready to post. Comment, rate, subscribe blah

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