• Why do vampyres seek bright, populated places? The dark ones are just as fine. You get to act normal.
    I shook my head, and put on the first pieces of clothing that I touched - which turned out to be a deep-azure off-shoulder tshirt and black miniskirt. I tugged on my black high heels.
    "Fayne, will you hurry up?" My annoying half-brother, Elward, yelled from the top of the staircase.
    I walked down the stairs. "You know I could have heard you perfectly fine if you would have whispered? I could have heard a mouse fart from up there."
    "Yeah, sure." He grumbled. He hated going to school and acting normal.
    He was the one who hated being a vampyre, and he moped around.
    I just went like: Okay, I'm a vampyre. I'm going to have fun with it.
    I walked past him, flinging my brown hair on his face as I walked out.
    I walked to the convertable waiting outside, with Elinore in the frontseat.
    She was an Empath, she could make you feel anything you wanted to feel, and feel what you felt at the present moment.
    Clemence sat in the backseat, talking with Ernesto.
    Ernesto was married to Clemence, though the mortals didn't know that. He was a Seer.
    Elinore was married to Elward, although the mortals didn't know that either.
    And I was alone.
    I jumped into the drivers side, while Elward slipped into the backseat, leaking into their conversation.
    I was the Maya in the family, and I could hear minds.
    I shook my head, trying to ignore their minds. It was always the same kind of junk, anyways.
    Swerving my way down the main road in Synah, Washington DC, I made my way past the other student's cars on our drive to the school.
    Not a single honk, not a snigle flipped finger.
    I turned rather abruptly on a corner, and pulled into my usual parking space in the student parking lot.
    Then it was the same routine. They stared, because vampyres had looks to attract their prey - mainly mortals. I ignored them, and made my way to my first class, which was with my favorite sister.



    It was only later in lunch when things really changed.
    It was the usual chattering, usual stares from guys and girls as they stared at me and my family. they knew that my brothers and sisters were taken, paired up to one another.
    That never stopped them from dreaming.
    About half of the school - and yes, I mean the boys - watched me, unaware that I knew they were staring.
    Someone came into the cafeteria - someone of whom I didn't know, probably a total new guy.
    He looked like your average forein exchange student, with one exeption.
    I stared at him a moment, then got up.
    "I'm going. See you later, guys." I muttered, then quickly walked out.
    I could feel his eyes on me all the way.
    Running now - since no one was outside, I didn't need to hide my speed - I ran to the back of the school, where I sat on the grass, my head in my hands.
    That was odd.
    His reddish black hair was styled, in suck a way to make it look windblown. Maybe it was.
    But those eyes!
    Blue, so lovely you could get lost in the beauty. They sparkled despite it all, and his face was perfect, even if he wasn't a vampyre. Come to think of it, he was a total mortal.
    I shook my head, trying to stop myself from thinking about him. I decided to go to class, the bell would ring soon, anyways.
    I got up, and blended into the crowd, my mind in total dissaray for the first time in three centuries. I made my way to the back corner of the room, my usual seat. I sat down, and stared at the desk, then the one next to me.
    No one sat beside me, and hell knows why, but I didn't look to deep for an answer. What's worse, the desks were in groups of two, and my family was in none of my last two classes.
    I lay my head on my pale arms, waiting for the teacher, Ms. Math - don't ask, but to me I think she is in the wrong department, which this is English - to come in and teach whatever that I already knew.
    She came in, followed by a student. I paid it no mind, just closing my azure blue eyes, listening instead of seeing.
    A soft voice talked to her, which she replied to him - yes, it was male, and the best I had ever heard - and telling him where to sit.
    I opened my eyes in shock.
    She never told someone to sit next to me. Never.
    I was even more shocked as I saw who it was.
    The new guy walked down the class, and sat down. He didn't look uncomfortable - no, he looked at ease.
    I was calm, untill his scent hit me.
    It was like nothing I had ever smelled before. That perfect aroma, like if it was just asking me: C'mon, I know you want to eat me. Eat me.
    It was like a suicidal mission.
    I closed my eyes again, and tried to think clearer.
    But strangely, I was less tempted to feed on him than every mortal I saw everyday.
    Instead, I had the urge to protect him.
    I closed my eyes again, now trying to stop the ringing in my ears.


    It was long, I thought that annoying nazal ringing of a bell would never sound. Twice, I had peaked through my lashes to look at him.
    That was out of the ordinary.
    I got up, and gathered what few books I had brought, and instead of rushing out, I stood there, waiting for the clog to disperse.
    He stood there, waiting as well, about three feet away.
    I walked to stand beside him.
    "Hello, are you David?" I asked. I was being formal, but there was something strange. I had trouble reading his thoughts.
    He turned around in suprise. "Yes, but how do you know? I arrived at noon."
    "I saw. Just figured you were David. Not many talk about you, but I heard it somewhere."
    "Oh, okay." He fiddled with his shirt sleeve. It was black, just like his pants. He wore black DC shoes. He bit his lip.
    "Oh, and I'm Fayne." I told him, being formal again. If anyone were to touch him... that would be fun. I was having strange thoughts.
    "I know about that. Someone I met today - I forget his name - told me a bit about you."
    Now I bit my lip. "What did he tell you?" He was about my height, which was five foot nine, so I didn't have to stare down or up.
    "Just that you were hot, and really smart."
    I laughed. The bell-like sound of my laugh radiated my mood, and still, hell knows why I was happy. "I get that alot."
    "I bet you do." He laughed as well, and we walked out. I followed him to his locker. The other mortals were on their way to their last class, but still watched me with a confused look - some of them wishing they were David - wondering why I was with a 'ugly and total new guy.'
    They were lucky I didn't slap them, for they would be in China by now - and right down to the word.
    It was strange for me, though. I was protective about a mortal.
    But if they thought he was an ugly new guy, then they were blind, and might as well be walking with Mira dogs and those fat black glasses.
    He fumbled in his locker, and took out a book.
    "s**t. Wrong book. I don't have it..." He threw the other book in the trash.
    I saw it was a manuscript.
    I walked to the trash and picked it up.
    It was just a playwright, so I put it back.
    "What do you have next?" I asked, leaning against the locker next to his.
    "Biology."
    "Same. Here." I took the book from under the crook of my arm, and put it in his hands. "Use mine."
    He gave me a puzzled look. "Won't you need it?" He asked.
    "No." Today was on cells, I was more than fine.
    He shrugged, and closed his locker. We started to walk towards building seven.
    It wasn't long, but long enough to figet. I found it was slow walking at mortal pace, but I didn't have much of a choice.
    We made it into the door before the bell rang, and I made my way to the back corner again. I sat at the black marble countertop, and put down my things.
    David went to the teacher, Mr. Kilong, and talked to him about I have no idea what.
    Mr. Kilong muttered to him to sit wherever he wished, and he made his way to the chair next to me, since it was the only one available. He opened the book to the required page, and started to doodle on his notebook.
    I put my head on my pale arms again, watching him draw.


    The bell seemed longer to ring, probably because it was the end of the day and all that, but whatever the reason, I was glad it did ring.
    I gathered up my stuff, and he threw the blackened page into the copboard behind the table. I covered a laugh.
    "I'll see you tomorrow, David." I waved, and made my way out.
    I just went straight to my car, my lovely black convertible, and got in, even if Elinore was the only one there for now, and had something she wanted to tell me alone. I could tell just by the look on her face.
    "I always thought we were changed, but you sure changed the most than the rest of us, Fayne." She chirped, as I waited for the others.
    "What the hell are you talking about?" I growled.
    "You. I never knew you would fall in love with a mortal."