Forbidden Blood

Three: Dark beginnings and Saviour.

Lucien's POV

A piece of eerie music would be fitting for this scene. My eyes scan through the grey stone wall covered with ivy. The gothic building lived up to the school's name. Mystic Falls Academy, should have more darker clouds to give it a more sinister look.

"Yikes, and I thought our castle was gothic" Damien shuddered.

" These gargoyles could give the castle a run for its money" Damien laughed, pointing to the statues that were decorated around the school.

"Stupid mutts," I muttered, scrunching up my nose at the scent of werewolves that filled the air.

Vampires had an aura that drew in their prey, so it came as no surprise when students turned to us with eyes full of curiosity.

"I could get used to this," Damien smiled, appreciating the attention.

"Come on man, lighten up," Damien chuckled, our eyes scanning the far too bright hallway.

I hoped for my mother's sake, that whatever it is that my father wanted to achieve with this scheme worked. I wasn't entirely happy to spend my days in this shitty town for nothing.

"Welcome gentlemen," a chipper voice greeted, and I fixed my gaze on the tiny human who stood before us.

"My name is Elena, the school's president, welcome to Mystic Falls," she continued completely unfazed by our aloofness.

"Human?" Damien muttered in a low tone, I nodded at his words. I guess the council had left out a vital part of the information.

Could my father have known of this integration?

"Let's go, the principal's office is this way," she smiled, cat walking down the hallway like it was her runway.

The supernatural world was kept hidden for reasons; humans couldn't fathom the fact that there were beings stronger and more powerful than them. The war had been a struggle for supremacy, a fatal clash of ideologies.

"Thank you, Elena, I will take it from here," the principal said, his smile broad.

The door closed gently behind us, we were alone, two vampires against one werewolf. And counting his years and knowledge of the territory he was at a clear advantage.

"I know you must have a bulk load of questions, but I must assure you that every answer will be provided to the best of our ability," he said, addressing the confusion written on our faces.

That was a diplomatic way of saying, 'You only know what we want you to know.'

"I am Kendrick, principal of this great institution," he introduced, his voice dripping with pride.

I listened with a bored expression as he talked about the aim and vision of the school. He was skilled in saying much but revealing nothing.

"The council thought, that establishing an institution like this on a neutral ground, would open up new ways for new allies and treaties," he stated.

I found the colour pattern in the office to be interesting more than listening to him praising the council.

The door opened slowly, and I held back a groan, "Miss Lavinia, so kind of you to join us."

" Sorry sir," she purred, pulling her chair closer to mine.

"It seems, no one told me how early we would be leaving for school," she continued, her fingers straightening the edges of her short gown.

I guess I had indulged her far too long, it wasn't like the conversations were half as good as the s*x. Lavinia was a social climber, who saw me as her ticket to joining the elite class.

"Here are your schedules, off you go," he handed out papers with schedules and a school's pamphlet to add.

"Remember, this is a neutral ground, there will be killing or blood sucking," he reprimanded.

The thought of taking blood from a mutt caused bile to rise in my throat, and I had the sudden urge to barf.

"That shouldn't be a problem," I replied, smiling at the brooding man.

"Thank you," Damien and Lavinia chorused, trailing out of the office behind me.

"Damn, he never said anything about consensual blood sucking right," Damien whispered, his eyes fixed on a fairy girl who stood unaware of the monsters lurking around.

Lavinia rolled her eyes, "I think I am going to find the cheer team," she said, walking away from us. I released a sigh, happy to be away from her suffocating presence.

A unique heartbeat caught my attention, "pick it up," a boy sneered, the crowd watching on with satisfied attention.

The commotion was loud enough to attract the attention of teachers. No one made a move to intervene. My heart tugged at the sight, as his fist pounded into the young boy's face.

My feet moved faster than I registered, "why don't you pick it up," I growled, my hand blocking his fist.

He smirked, "this doesn't concern you," he said, his eyes darkening. His friends assembled behind him, just like a pack of dogs.

My eyes caught sight of the tiny figure, his hoodie covering his face, almost like he was hiding from the world. The boys barely noticed as he snuck away from our midst.

With a scoff, I walked away from the pack of wolves, "run along little vampire," he snickered in a low voice.

No one said anything about hurting, a little damage should do. And with that thought in mind, I drew my fist punching the smug look off his face.

The crowd gasped, had he been human he would have been dead instantly, but the unsuspecting humans knew nothing of this.

His scream only made my smile broaden, "stupid mutt," I muttered, walking out of the hallway.

This was going to be an interesting school year, "seems we aren't gliding under the radar," Damien sighed beside me.

My eyes met a figure standing in the corner, observing me with a confused look on his face, and I smiled winking at him.

Werewolves were strange, but the hoodie boy caught my interest. "You are welcome," I said in a low tone. His breath hitched as he discovered that I noticed him.

He was something, I thought to myself.