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The Vampire Mate

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A human and a vampire must come together to save the vampire world whilst trying not to endanger themselves by falling in love with each other.

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Chapter 01
In the middle of the town, standing right in front me, a large grey school sat amongst the colour of autumn trees, a rising sun in a cloudless sky and vibrant grass. Students hung around in groups. Some sat reading, some played ball games, and some practised their cheer routine. In between these large groups were people dotted around only talking with their friends. I walked past them all, not wanting to disturb anyone or get into a fight so early in the morning with a stranger. It wasn’t until I walked through the double doors that any confidence I had managed to fake to myself turned to ashes. The room I was in broke off into different directions with vague signs that didn’t really tell me where I wanted to go. I had to find maths, but there was no sign that had any subjects written on it. I didn’t need help from anyone, I didn’t need the map they gave me. I could do this by myself. I repeated this to myself until I gave up and pulled the creased map out of my bag. Just like the signs, the map made no sense to me. It just looked like multicoloured rectangles with a key that I couldn’t care less about. The bell rang and every student that was outside came flooding in. My body pushed left and right between people both bigger and smaller than me, and my patience was wearing thin. I asked three students who passed by for directions to the maths class. I got one reply: “you don’t want to go there, honey.” Then, by the second bell, everyone had disappeared down the mysterious corridors and the only evidence of their presence was my messy hair and ripped map. I’ve been here for ten minutes, and already I’ve had the worst day of my life. Then, by some miracle, I saw an adult. He took long strides into the building, completely unfussed by the clock. I walked up to him, holding the two halves of the map together and smiled hopefully. He stopped walking when he saw me. “I’m new and I can’t find my class,” I spill out in one breath and shake the map pieces. It isn’t until his eyes widen at me that I realise how truly insane I must look. He takes his glasses out of his pocket and covers his eyes with them “That’s the outdoors map.” I’d like to bring back what I said about this being the worst day of my life — now it really is the worst day of my life. “What’s your class,” he asks, taking off his glasses. “Maths with Mr Young.” At my response, he smiles until someone runs through the door. The boy halts his run upon seeing the teacher and lets out a curse word. “Late again, Ethan. What’s the excuse this time, bus or alarm?” “Depends which one you’re more likely to believe,” Ethan replies. The teacher only shakes his head. “Get to class before I’m caught talking to you.” Ethan didn’t have to be told twice before he gave me a salute and walked down one of the corridors at a leisurely pace. “Follow me then,” the teacher waved his hand to the green corridor and I walked behind him to the very last class. He held the door open for me and told me to stand by his desk so he can assign me a seat. “Name?” “Juliet Rose.” He pulls up a file on the computer that had the layout of the class with names at each seat. There are three empty seats from what I can see. There is a seat right in the middle of a bunch of guys playing with a basketball and if my American high school movie watching has told me anything it's to not associate with them unless they sing and their name is Troy. The second spare seat has a bright purple bag on it with a spotty blue makeup bag hanging out, it clearly belonged to the pretty blonde girl sitting next to it filing her nails sending a glare my way. And the last seat was at the side and only had enough seats for two people. My stomach turned at the thought of only sitting next to the boy who occupied the other seat. He wasn’t ugly, far from it, but he looked at me as if I was a meal. The table for two in front of it caught my eye too. Both seats were occupied by two boys who hadn’t bothered to look at the front. One boy had short dirty blond hair and deep brown eyes that were darker and more wholesome than my own. I couldn’t see his friend’s face but his arms were pale and muscular and I felt like my eyes were trespassing. A student shouted across the class to ask Mr Young about the exam. The room fell silent and everyone looked to the front of the teacher’s answer. But there was one pair of eyes that didn’t look at the teacher. I didn’t need to look at them to know they looked at me, I could feel the coldness of them seeping into me. Until my eyes betrayed me, and I was met with two over worldly beautiful blue eyes that held time still. It felt like I was looking at someone I knew, someone I could walk up to and talk to as if we’d been friends our entire lives. It felt like a fire had awoken in my dead soul and I was just coming back to life. “Juliet, you’ll be sitting near the window,” Mr Young interrupted with a smile. The boy glared at him as I walked past his table to sit at my newly assigned seat behind him. *** When it came to lunch, I hadn’t made any friends so I was sitting at a table by myself. It was the most secluded table I could find and decided it would be the best one to not bother anyone since it didn’t look like anyone wanted to sit here. The dining hall was much bigger than the one I was used to at my old school. The tables were circular instead of square and students moved two or three of them together to sit in their groups. This school had so many different groups. I couldn’t think of enough names that would label them and a large part of me thinks it’s because this school is grouped by something completely different than the usual nerds, preps, jocks and so ons. But I had a table to myself. No group sat near here and I didn’t belong anywhere so again, it seemed like the best choice. At least that’s what I thought until: “Move, new girl,” a deep voice resonated through me. The two boys from my maths class stood before me. The one with blue eyes stared down at me with a scowl whilst his friend was looking elsewhere and trying to get him to move. “Damien, let’s just find another table.” “We always sit here,” Damien replied through clenched teeth, “everyone else knows that.” My eyes narrowed at him. Whatever happened in the classroom was long over now, I realise that it was only because I thought he was attractive. I waved a hand at the empty seats, “there’s plenty of spare seats.” The guy with blond hair gives me a look to say ‘don’t say anything if you don’t want him to kill you’ but I pretend not to notice. “Move.” I moved only to lean back. Had he asked me nicely if he could have the table, I would have found somewhere else to sit but there was something so entertaining about watching someone not get what they want when they’re being a dickhead about it. “Listen to me-“ “No,” I cut him off causing him to flinch back. I stand up to level with him which causes a few people sitting nearby to glance over. "You clearly haven't been told that you don't run the place before. Maybe I'm the first to tell you or maybe I'm going to be the only one who you will listen to - I don't care either way." He raises an eyebrow and sharpens his glare. "Are you going to make me listen?" I nod again. His friend's eye flicker from me to him, probably questioning when he should jump in. "I'm making you listen right now." I hadn't realised how quiet the room became. Everyone was looking at us and Damien's fleeting eyes were evidence of this. It seemed that his reputation was important to him but I didn't know how far he was willing to go to keep it. "Look," I say as I unfold my arms and lean back onto the table with a smile, "I don't want to argue with you and embarrass you in front of…” I wave a hand to the room, “everyone. But if you’re an asshole to me again and I'll be more than happy to do so." Damien opens his mouth to say something stupid but I stop him from doing so with my own words. “Really, Damien, it’s not worth it. f**k off and find somewhere else to sit, I’m not moving.” "Do not talk to me like that." That’s when I decide that I'm done talking to him and his highchair. "Would you prefer it if I told you to remove the d**k from your personality, and maybe remove the sick wedged up your ass, and stop showing off how petty you are in front of everyone? It's just a table and like your friend said there are plenty more. I am not moving so I suggest if you want to sit here, you sit down and deal with me 'taking your table' or find somewhere else to sit." His eyes widen and the whole dining hall was silenced. In the silence, every word I said to him sunk in and I regretted nothing. But then Damien did something I didn’t expect. It was small and brief and I would have missed it if I blinked, but he smiled. I slump back to the chair. The chair next to me scraps against the floor and another body falls onto it. “Alex,” is all he says, offering his hand for me to shake. Damien did not sit with us. He didn’t even sit in the dinner hall with the rest of the students. Damien had vanished. “Where did he go?” I asked Alex. Alex shrugged, taking a bite out of an apple. “He’s probably going to sit in the library and read. Don’t feel too bad, he prefers to be alone and the only time he isn’t being the public dickhead is when he’s reading.”

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