Vampires May Never Hurt You

“Nice makeup faggot.” One of the jocks spat, pushing my head to the side. I sighed as he and his friends laughed and walked away. I returned my attention to my drawing that was lying on my lap. I quickly closed my sketchbook containing the drawing of my grandmother Elena and rushed out of the cafeteria and to my locker when I heard the jocks coming back in my direction. I fumbled with the lock in my shaky hands trying to enter the combination. I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally entered the numbers and pulled open the door. But before I could take my bag and leave, one of the jocks picked me up from behind and shoved me inside and slammed the door. ­That’s the second time this week I’ve been shoved in a locker. They all obnoxiously laughed and cracked lame jokes about what their leader, James, had done. The sound faded as they moved down the hall. The hall was silent for a few minutes while I tried to remember how I escaped the last time this happened. I bowed my head and leaned forward against the door. Then all of a sudden, the door swung open and light flooded the dark locker, temporarily blinding me. I fell forward onto the tiled floor before a pair of black boots. They stepped backwards as I tried to throw my hands out in front of me in effort to catch myself. Being as uncoordinated as I am, my attempt failed and I landed on my chest and face.

“Thanks for letting-“I looked up to thank my rescuer, but the hallway was empty. But how could that be? They were standing right in front of me almost three seconds before. I looked up and down the hall, but finding absolutely no one to thank. I shrugged it off and stood up, retrieving my bag and leaving before the bell rang, releasing the other students to go to their next class. I pushed open the door and hurried out of the parking lot before I was caught skipping class.

The cold air nipped at my nose and hands, causing me to shiver in my thin hoodie and shove my hands in my sweater pocket. I made my usual route down the road to the cemetery, where my dear grandmother was buried. I slipped through the gate and headed in the direction of the dogwood tree that sat next to her headstone. “Hi Grandma.” I greeted, taking my seat leaning up against the tree. I pulled out my sketchbook and continued where I left off. “School was kinda bad today. One of my teachers called me out in front of the class for forgetting my homework and one of the jocks called me a faggot for wearing eyeliner. I also got shoved into my locker but someone let me out. But when I thanked them, they were gone. It was crazy, one second, I fell out of a locker and to their feet and the next they were nowhere to be seen. I just feel bad because they helped me and didn’t get to thank them.” I babbled. I liked coming during the day because not a lot of people came the time I did, so I could say anything without some stranger overhearing. “I might find them tomorrow though. I think it was a girl, because I saw the boots they were wearing, black leather with laces going up the front. I think they went up to the knee but I didn’t see much before my face hit the floor.” I chuckled. “I know I should still be in school, but the periods after lunch is when I get picked on the most.” I sighed in content, knowing that I could tell Grandma Elena anything without being judged. I continued to draw and sometimes make a few comments about things that cross my mind. “Well, I better get home. See you tomorrow, love you.” I packed my things and left. On my way out the gate, I had the strange sensation of eyes on me. I looked around, not seeing anyone. I continued on, but the feeling only grew stronger. Being the anxious and paranoid person that I am, I took a longer route home, in hopes to maybe lose them without them knowing where I lived. I reached the end of the block when I heard familiar voices.

“Did you see his face?” One laughed.

“I know! What a loser. Maybe we should have locked him up sooner.” Another said. I flipped up my hood and bowed my head before they came around the corner and saw me. Maybe they won’t notice it’s me. As expected, James and his idiot friends saw me and didn’t hesitate to advance toward me. “How’d you get out? Last time it took you hours to finally open the door. Did one of your little friends help you?” James spat. I ignored him and pretended it wasn’t me he was talking to. They were only a few feet away when a cold hand grabbed my own and pulled me into an alleyway. They pressed me up against the brick wall and covered my mouth to keep me quiet. I shut my eyes, waiting for a blow to face, or a kick in the groin, like what usually happened when the jocks did this at school. But neither of them come. “Where the hell did he go?” James asked confusedly. He couldn’t see me? I couldn’t have been pulled more than five feet into the alley. I’d be in plain sight! I’d have to be invisible for them not to see me. “Whatever, we can get him tomorrow.” He and his friend continued down the street. I opened my eyes when the hand came off my mouth, but again, no one was there. I felt my face go pale as I looked around. I paced slowly down the alleyway to see if I could find them. I made it to the other side and looked around. I sighed and turned back around and headed back the way I came. But just as I was about to step onto the sidewalk, the cold hand grasps mine again. I squeezed it, not letting them get away this time. But behind me, was only a girl. Her skin was pale and contrasted with her amber eyes, crimson colored lips, and silky black hair that flowed down to her waist. She was only wearing a black V-neck tee shirt with a short, red plaid skirt and the same leather boots from earlier today.

“Hello Gerard.” She spoke. Her voice was very smooth and soothing, but terrifying at the same time. I was frozen, not a single muscle in my body dared to move. “I’m here to protect you.”

Notes

I know I already posted this, but the site kept crashing when I tried to edit it.