In Love With a Vampire

Chapter Six

Donna



The physical resemblance was remarkable. Like Sorokin, the very angry human boy possessed a strong jaw, a head draped with overgrown hair, and bright green eyes. The eyes were different though. Sorokin’s were piercing; you could feel him seeing past your physical barricade, you could picture him seeing your soul. The human boy’s were different. They were bright yes, but opaque. There was something solid barring anyone from seeing his true vulnerable self. For some reason, this intrigued me. I needed to know what could cause someone to feel so much…pain? Anger?

He was tilting his head now, his eyes intently studying me. I widened my smile, he scowled. I winked, he growled. The growl was quiet, like that of a hunting beast that wanted to remain incognito before pouncing on its meal. But I heard it and it accelerated my heartbeat. He was leaning on his desk now, his entire body positioned to face me, to look at me, to expose me? Was it possible that this human boy had deciphered my secret? Was that why he was assessing me? To confirm his suspicions?

You are letting your imagination get the better of you, Donna.

But he must know that something was strange about me. After all, Maria and I had arrived in class in front of him. Surely he thought that was a coincidence and nothing more. Unless I had underestimated human intelligence and the very angry human boy had informed the rest of the humans and Father had caught wind of my failure on my first day in the human realm…

Calm down, Donna!

I cannot. He knows, he knows. The way he looks at me, like he knows my secret. Perhaps he had seen Maria and I use our supersonic abilities. Perhaps he had been tailing us all morning and our interaction on the roof had been orchestrated rather than coincidental. What was I to tell Father? The council? My tribe? I should have accepted Sorokin’s invitation. I should have run when I had the chance…

“Miss Shavihai is it? Do you need to go see the nurse?”

My eyes swept across the room. Everyone was looking at me. Some faces were etched with humor, others curiosity. I averted my gaze to the very angry human boy. His green eyes were squinted, his face difficult to read.

“Miss Shavihai you are disrupting my detention. See how you are entertaining them? I don’t want that. I want them bored so that tomorrow when they think about causing mayhem, they remember the hell hole they are coming to and avoid the whole mischief business, do you understand?”

I opened my mouth but no sound came out. The human punisher sighed, muttered how he hated his job, and planted a pseudo smile on his lips.

“You were obviously having an anxiety attack. If you want to go to the nurse’s office nod. If you think you are fine and can behave yourself for the next hour, shake your head. You know like this…”

The human punisher rapidly shook his head initiating a chain of chuckles from those present in the room. After decades of interacting with Seth, I could easily spot patronization and I did not care for it one bit. Shoving air through my nostrils and into my lungs, I willed my body to calm itself. One by one my body parts conceded to my instruction and soon my visible trembling dissipated. Slowly I lifted my gaze to face the human punisher as a wicked smile formed on my lips.

“Do tell me, if I go to this nurse, is my allotted time here over?”

The human punisher’s back straightened, his head tilted to the side. I watched as his expression shifted from unabashed mockery to utter confusion. My smile widened.

“No…well, yes, if she recommends that you need rest or treatment or anything of that sort…”

I rose from my seat and adjusted my black leather jacket.

“If the latter happens, I get to go home and this incidence is scraped from the record?”

The human punisher was struggling to find words. He fumbled with terms, his eyes nervously roaming the room. He could feel his power slipping through his fingers. My smile widened.

“Then please, watch carefully as I demonstrate my response to your earlier inquiry.”

I slowly bobbed my head, mirroring his action from earlier. The human punisher simply stood there, stunned and unnerved. The room was silent as I thrust my rucksack across my shoulder and made my way to the room’s exit. As I maneuvered through the sea of desks, I distinctively heard the human boys and girls present whispering;

Who is she?

She is so f*****g cool!

What a freak.

Mr. Rogers looks like he is going to crap his pants.

That was so mean.

When I reached the door, the human punisher’s voice blared across the room,

“Something tells me we will be seeing a lot of each other Miss Shavihai. Now that I know your trick, I promise to make your life at Scanton High a living hell.”

I should have been rattled or at least intrigued but I was not. In fact, my focus had shifted entirely. At the back of the classroom, the very angry human boy sat eerily still his watchful eyes resolute on me. The pace of my heartbeat dramatically heightened.

“Now leave and make sure the nurse emails me an electronic report of your little stunt here. You know to see if you were actually having an anxiety episode…”

As I scouted for the nurse’s office, I arrived at a smart conclusion. I had to put a lot of distance between that very angry human boy and me.

I had to leave Scanton High.

* * *

Jim

She was real.

I was certain of it now. I had watched as she struggled to breathe. I had watched as her body began trembling. I had watched as her entire physique suddenly changed and she became calmer, more in control. When she had retorted at Mr. Rogers I had almost hollered and pumped my fists in the air but I was too awed, too fascinated to react to Mr. Rogers being destroyed by the new girl. When she had stood up to leave I had felt the sudden urge to mirror her actions. When she had thrust her bag pack across her shoulder, my hand had twitched around my own. When she started walking towards the door, I had planted my feet on the floor ready to follow her.

But why? Why did I feel compelled to talk to this girl? It was not attraction. Yes, she was f*****g hot but she was also arrogant, condescending, and spoiled. Something told me that she came from some rich, powerful family and therefore thought she could walk all over everyone. Clearly, she loved attention. Was that why she had been on the roof that morning? To draw attention to herself? My mind replayed the scene I had just witnessed. No one had the brainpower to stop an anxiety attack that fast which meant that she had faked it to get out of detention and to be the center of attention.

I sighed. My desire to follow her had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the ghost that haunted me every waking moment of my life.

Sara.