Red Blood Legacy

A Curious Cat

I leaned on the railing of this rooftop. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"So you have no idea about them?" I asked.

I opened my eyes when I didn't get any response from the man who brought me here. He was leaning on the railing too, a bit far from me.

"Hello? I'm asking," I said again. Hoping that I will get an answer this time.

"I know them."

I sighed so deeply. I'm not the only one.

I don't know what to feel. I want to be happy because, all this time, I am not the only person who knows about them. And I want to be scared because I finally found the place where I need to be careful.

I remember what my seatmate told me about this guy. To not stare at him in the eyes because I might not like what it can do. I stared at him in the eyes even though he wasn't looking at me.

Are you hiding something?

"What?" he then asked when he probably felt my stares.

"Did you know her?"

"Aside from being in the same class. No."

"What was she doing there?" I asked.

He then tilted his head towards me and said, "I don't know."

"What were you doing there?"

"Are you suspecting me?"

I stopped. I may look so desperate, but I don't want to hurt his feelings. A little.

"How can you be sure that there is only one of them here," I said with gritted teeth.

He turned his body to me as if giving me his full attention. With his hands in his pockets, he stared at me with those dark looks. I almost stepped back.

"Why are you so eager to know about those things?"

"Aren't you not?"

"How did you know them?"

"How did you?"

He stopped. I tried equalling his dark stares even though I could feel I couldn't last long looking into his eyes. For some reason, I keep on remembering what my seatmate told me. The one about looking into Francis' eyes.

He didn't speak after my last question. I tried reading his mind. Wondering if he's tired of me already, because I keep on answering his question with another question.

If you are curious about me, I am curious about you too. If you want to know how I learned about those monsters, I need to know how you learned about them too. I am just as curious as you, Francis. I am not giving you answers that will only benefit you and not me.

"I know them for a reason. If you don't want to help me, then I'm better off here," I said.

I waited for a response but nothing came, so I turned my back from him and started walking.

I don't need anyone's help, anyway. I was just hoping to have him because it would come with both our knowledge of vampires. Since I only know some information about them.

Vampires killed my parents. I saw how they killed my Dad. I saw how they ripped his heart. I will never forgive them.

"Yo." A hand landed on my shoulder and it made me take a step back. "Woah, I'm sorry."

I took a deep breath when I saw who it was.

"Amos," I heaved.

"You didn't call me. Should I tour you around now?"

I forgot. It was break time and we had a plan to see the whole school.

"Amos, do you know the girl from my class?"

"From your class? There are so many girls from your class, Amber."

I looked away. Trying to remember what she looks like.

"Well, she is pale as white. Mid black hair. Pretty..."

Amos was looking at me so confused. He looked up as if thinking and then looked down at me again.

"There's a lot of pretty girls in your class, not gonna lie."

I rolled my eyes and massaged my head. How the hell didn't I ask for her name?

"No name?" he asked.

I shook my head. "She was my seatmate."

"Then get her name for your next class."

I doubt she will attend the next class.

Amos and I walked around the campus. He was naming all the doors and gym we were heading for, but I didn't understand a thing. All I can think of is my seatmate.

Surely she will not face me in our next class. I doubt she will attend the same class as me. Why would she? I already know her true identity. She must run. I'm not dumb as she probably thinks of me. I know what she is.

I saw her eyes and her fangs. I can't be wrong with that. Francis saw it too and he didn't deny it.

"Amber, are you with me?" I stopped when I bumped into Amos' back.

I only realized then that he had already stopped walking and I was left behind.

"Yeah?" I stupidly answered.

"Are you okay?" he asked with his worried eyes.

I shook my head. "Let's continue some other time."

I walked away. I headed to the room without looking back to see Amos. I don't care what he thinks. I'm not enjoying our little tour anyway.

I sat back to where I was seated earlier. I glanced at the empty space beside me, beside the window. This is where my seatmate was seated.

Thinking that she might not come to class anymore, I exchanged my seat for where she was supposed to be seated. Now I am beside the window.

I took my earphones and put some music on as I stared at the window. I was staring at it with dark music. Waiting for some shadows to show.

The right side of my earphone fell off. Or that's what I thought.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Francis.

I looked down from his shoes to his eyes. He was sitting comfortably next to me. My forehead creased and I gazed at his original seat at the back. The girls were glaring at me with their fists on their tables.

"Excuse me? This seat is taken."

He turned to me. "By who?"

"What are you doing, Francis?"

"She'll not come."

I know! But that doesn't mean he can sit here.

"There are a lot of them here," I whispered when the teacher began to discuss some stupid lectures.

"How did you know?" I heard him whisper back.

"I saw one outside earlier. That's why I went to the back. It wasn't her. She was there beside me when I saw it."

He didn't speak. I turned to look at him and saw him staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"A curious cat can be killed by a wild one," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "So be it if I am a cat."

"What are you?"

I smirked. Trying to recall how many times I was asked this question today.

I motioned him to come closer. He did. I moved closer to his ear.

"Their worst nightmare," I whispered.

I smirked after whispering that. It feels good inside my bones. But that smirk immediately disappeared when he turned to me and our faces were so close to each other that I could already feel him breathing.

I was drowned by those hazel eyes. My heartbeat became wild and fast when I felt him move slowly and closer to me.

But that all vanished when a huge amount of light tried to spark within my eyes and I needed to close because of the pain.

A spark.