The First One

Chapter 3

Lets see if I can recall this next few minutes without killing myself. I can't believe how much of a jerk I was…

At that exact moment our chemistry teacher walked in. she was young, and I mean young. She looked like she was fresh out of college. Her blonde hair was all the way down on her sides and it was so shiny. Her warm browns eyes just seemed to make you melt and the way she curved…whoa hold on here. Sorry, total guy moment. Just forget I said that.

Anyway she walked in and immediately looked at Amanda. "Amanda why don't you get your own seat?" her voice was very pleasant as it sent shivers down my side.

Blake about moved, but Amanda just winked at me and strode over to a seat next to a black haired boy who I presumed was Erik. So that left me all alone with Blake. Great, I mean just great. Here I thought this day was going to go so well and here I was stuck with the devil. Why don't you just plunge a stake through my heart and let me be done with this?

Blake smiled and turned to face the teacher without one look at me, thank god.

"Ok my name is Miss Chapman for those of you who don't know me." she smiled towards me so I guessed I was the only new student. If only Justin had told me why no one ever came here anymore.

"Open your books…" I drowned her out just like I did with Mr. Decker and thought back to anything I could get my hands on. Of course Blake didn't seem to be listening either for she was drawing on a scrap piece of paper. I glanced over and saw her drawing something that looked like a forest, but it was really good. She got every detail in there just right and she wasn't even using anything to copy.

I hadn't noticed Miss Chapman stopped talking until Blake looked at me. "You need help?"

I stared at her blankly. "Excuse me?"

"The homework." she smiled. "Do you need help?"

I looked back at the board and noticed she wrote the homework down. I flipped a few pages in my book and looked at the problems. It was easy. The kind of stuff I could do in my sleep. I quickly wrote down the answers.

"Guess not." she leaned away and began doodling again.

The silence continued. This was easy for me. I had lived on my own for years, never having anyone to talk to. Alone was something I could handle, something I could grasp. Being with people? Not so much.

"I'm Blake by the way." Blake didn't take her eyes away from the table as she spoke. I looked at her and decided she wasn't worth the trouble of talking to.

Then I said the most stupid thing a guy could ever say. Or maybe not say because I ignored her. She looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah. Am I supposed to care who you are?"

She flinched. When I looked back at her I wanted to take those words back. She looked to delicate and fragile, yet so strong. Blake glared at me then returned to her work.

The silence drug on, making every second feel like hours. I could feel Blake's very presence. I could smell her and let me tell you, it took every ounce of effort I had not to kill her right here. Maybe it wasn't wrong to say that after all, but I still wished I hadn't hurt her.

The bell rang and Blake walked out with Amanda without a backward glance. I followed after her when I snatched the books off the table, including the one she must have left from her trying to get out as quickly as possible.

I caught up with her and she was in her locker. "You forgot this." I said stiffly and walked away. I could feel her eyes on me, but at this moment I didn't care. That is until I figured out my locker was in the other direction so I had to walk back.

I passed her talking to the same blonde guy I thought was Jeremy. He was talking to her and by the expression on her face I knew she was talking about me and out little confrontation.

"He was just so rude." she said exasperated. Blake looked up at Jeremy and put her hand on his that was resting on her locker. "I don't even know why." her voice dropped as she looked around. I u ducked into the shadows by the snack machine so she wouldn't see me.

"I'm sorry, Blake. If I'll see him I'll make sure he knows not to mess with you." Jeremy picked up his fists and pretended to punch something beside him. I stifled a laugh. Yeah like he could actually do something to me. I felt the urge to walk over there right now, but I didn't knowing I would start a fight. I would win, but I wasn't so sure I could hold back enough for him to walk away. Just seeing his hand on her waist sent fire through my limbs. I didn't understand it then, but I soon would.

"No!" Blake laughed and reached for his hand again. "But thanks anyway." she kissed him on the mouth quickly and called out to Amanda for her to wait. Blake walked away. Her brown hair trailing after her. I didn't realize I had been staring until I heard the bell ring faintly. I sprinted to history and I sat down before the teacher was even in there.

I sat at the empty table in the back, which suited me just fine. It gave me time to think about what just happened.

So Blake thought of me as a jerk. I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. I wanted to say good, but the feeling I had after watching Jeremy touch her…it made me second guess myself. What was so special about this human? Why did she make me act this way? It wasn't love, I knew that. I felt nothing for this girl. It still doesn't explain my reaction. Sure I've been mean before, but since when was I so harsh?

It was better this way, I agreed with myself. Blake would be safer away from me and I would be better alone. It was the way it was supposed to be. I didn't belong there and she didn't belong here, but some part of me wished I could be with her.

I would have to cut that part out and throw it away, but maybe later. Right now I was still waiting for our history teacher…I checked the sheet that all the names and classes on it. Mr. Hawkins. He was an old war veteran, but I didn't know from when.

Five minutes, then ten minutes and he still hadn't shown, but it wasn't my job to worry. He probably just got caught up in a meeting like so many others, or he's so old that he even forgot that he teaches. Yeah, that'll be the day.

I shifted in my seat, hoping to help the situation with my back. Over the summer I grow so used to be alone (surprise, surprise) and I normally have my wings stretched out all the time. Now I have to keep them folded up for the better part of the day and it's not fun, let me tell you. They aren't meant to be this way, but if they were out all the time it also wouldn't be good. It's how we blend, but that doesn't mean we have to like it. Stupid, I don't know. What ever the hell made us. It would have been better if they didn't, but I can't complain now.

So to get by this long class period I thought about home.

Back in Turin we lived in this grand castle. It's very cliché, I know, but it was home for quite some time. The castle had longs windows on the outside and plant boxes on every window sill. My mother loved to watch the flowers grow. Our house was a little circular, but over more to the left it had more corners. The pillars stood in front of the house, winding up and down like water. You had to walk up like one hundred stairs just to get to the top. That was for protection purposes.

The lawn was big. There was a giant fountain in the middle of the green grass and then more gardens for my mother. Atheus always loved to make her happy, but his son was a different story. Anyway she planted many trees which helped with the oxygen, seeing as we don't get a lot of it without blood.

Oh and you guessed it. The house, the water, the plants and trees were all black. My sister, Lily, had a thing for being able to warp and change things.

Inside it was grand. When you first walked in you were greeted with many different sights and smells. Darius, my brother, would make these scents and put them in jars all around the house. The spices not only smelled good, but some believed the spells enchanted in them would protect us, not that anyone would dare oppose to the Council, Guard, what ever you want to call it.

The stairs would wind up on either side, but they led to different places. You see on the right was the living space. Up there was followed with rooms and other crap I don't care about anymore. But to the left, well when I was a kid this was my personal favorite. This is where we had the "guest rooms". Inside this little area was every torture device known to man, and then some. I created quite a few myself, seeing I had a gift at it (Everyone in my family had a unique gift. Never the same thing twice.). I had fun with the people who ignored the rules or intentionally disobeyed them, but I didn't care much for rules as I've said before. I was only concerned about what method will I use next, or who will die today.

I was a rotten child, but I guess to my family I was the good one.

Until later that is. You see being the firstborn, I had a lot to live up to. I would run the Council (or guard if you persist) with my father. I would find a mate and she would reign with me. And heaven forbid if my father dies (and I say this sarcastically) I would be the top dog around here. But after I took off Darius took my slot, but it wasn't easy for him. You can't just take someone's place. To have to earn it. Even after hundreds of years, I doubt he's earned it yet. No wonder he's so mad at me. Being firstborn isn't all days at the beach.

My other two brothers were Scott and Terry. They loved my sister Lily not only because she was the only girl and they swore to protect her, but if they got on her nerves, well she could produce some black stuff from her hands, though I've never felt it. I was her favorite, she even told me so before I left. She said she'll always love me, but I don't know how corrupted Atheus had made her.

Now I'm not saying my family are bad people. In fact I still love them to death, but I just couldn't live that way anymore. When I tried to tell them they didn't quite understand. And I was young and irrational. I didn't know what I was doing, but this soul ruined my life, but at the same time it has saved it. Talk about your own worst enemy.

The town around it was pretty too, but nothing like my home. I never fancied any girl, and just to let you know I hate that term. I sound all British. God I hate British people and I don't even know why. Anyway, back to the present and the sane part of my mind. Sure most were pretty and it wasn't that no one liked me, in fact I almost got too much of it. I say almost because…well I don't like to go into detail for that rough (and I say rough very loosely) part of my life, but I was a total guy. And when I was drunk…well lets not revisit that shall we?

Yeah that was my old home. Sometimes I thought about just packing my stuff, going back, and begging for forgiveness, but I wasn't stupid. If they didn't want me then I wouldn't go back. Not the Celest hasn't tried to get me to come back, but only Atheus would be able to. If he wants his son back then I might think about it. Until then I was stuck here, not even saying I would go back even if he did ask.

I looked out the window and watched the birds flutter around, trying to get the most of what little sun they have left. Soon it would be too cold for me to fly. That's a black time in my life, and yes I get the pun. Without flying its like part of me dies away. I know that sounds a little…oh shoot what's the word? Oh forget it. I know it sounds little too over the top, but its true. You try being a part of the sky and then have to be grounded for a few months. It's not pleasant.

Mr. Hawkins hadn't showed up for the class so we all left our first day of history a little confused. It didn't matter to me. I still had one class left before lunch and if I was very lucky I wouldn't see Blake until the very end of the day. I wouldn't have to confront her or have to bear her little death stare that had absolutely no affect on me, but I can't lie about it. It crushed my heart to see her so hurt and angry.

Oh shut up! I told myself. Get over her and move on. Get some of that lucky Irish all over you and grab a lucky penny or what ever.

But since when was I lucky?