• Daruma yawned. He didn't really feel like going to school, but at least it got him away from his demon sister. He slipped out of his clothes and into the shower, turning it on hot water. He stepped under the water. Daruma didn't understand why, but he always showered in hot water that would normally burn someone else. He started showering, and about five minutes later, he stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and looking around for the blow dryer. His hair always got really curly when he didn't dry it after he got out of the shower. He had the towel around his waist, and was searching the bathroom for the blow dryer. He grumbled. His mom better not have it.. He started to mimic what she always said. "Oh but Daruma, your hair looks so cute when you let it dry naturally!" he said, grumbling. "It looks like I have a fricken perm.." He found it eventually, and plugged it in and started to dry his hair, brushing it out as well. He finished and looked at the clock. 6:28. He had plenty of time before he had to catch the bus. He opened his mouth and looked over his teeth. His fangs were protruding from his gums. He frowned, putting a pair of boxers and pants on, tossing the wet towel in the hamper. He walked downstairs to get some breakfast. Daruma had black hair, down to his mid-back, pale skin with a scar inbetween his eyes, and his eyes that changed colors quite often. Normally his eyes were a green color, unless he hungered blood. Then they changed to Red. He was part vampire and part wolf, his sister and his mother were both only part vampire, but his father was part wolf. His father's mother was human, but his father was a werewolf. He yawned again as he rustled through the fridge to find something to eat. All the books he read in school said that werewolves and vampires were enemies, and couldn't stand eachother. They imaged vampires as cruel, blood-sucking creatures that never died, unless a stake was driven through their heart, and they couldn't stand being near a cross. He pulled out a piece of raw steak and tossed it onto a plate. He stuck it in the microwave. Vampires were only cruel if they had just been turned into one. Eventually, for most, they ended up being kind, caring people. They only drank blood when they needed it. But for death, they could be shot in the heart, as well as the stake. But about any hit to the heart could kill them, just as it would for a human being. Vampires don't mind being near crosses. It had no effect on them. They aren't demons, and some may even be referred to as holy. The reflections showed up in mirrors, and images in cameras and videos. Garlic only gave them bad breath, and holy water is just stale water to them. The microwave beeped and Daruma opened it, pulling the warm steak out. It was dripping with blood, and juicy. He smirked and bit off a piece, sucking some of the blood out and then swallowing the meat. He did so until all that remained was the bone. He tossed it into the garbage, wiping a bit of blood off the plate with his finger and licking it clean. He rinsed the blood off in the sink and cleaned the dish some. His mother didn't like him leaving dirty dishes. Some people were confused on how vampires became what they are. No one knew Daruma was part vampire and part werewolf, and he hoped it would stay that way. Vampires have to mix their blood with that of a human's. It doesn't have to be on the neck, it could be anywhere on their body. Their cheek, chest, arm.. anywhere really. Most vampires prefer to cut part of their victim with their claws and drink from the small incision they made, but others bite them and don't bother to clean the mess they've made. Daruma went to his room to find a shirt. He was quite big for his age, and had just had a major growth spurt, thanks to the wolf in him. He was taller and more built than some of his classmates. He's five feet and nine inches, and he's only 14! Most of the bullies who used to beat on him left him alone after he had the growth spurt. He slipped on a white short sleeve t-shirt, and grabbed a black jacket with a fur-lined hood. He looked down at his pants. He almost forgot he put his pajama pants back on. He laughed to himself and grabbed a pair of long, black pants. He put on a belt and pulled a pair of socks on, searching for his sneakers. He found them and slipped them on. Grabbing his math book, and the book he was currently reading, Im Zeichen der Seraphim by John Sack. He was learning German for a language class, and his teacher suggested the book to him. In English, the title of the book was In the sign of the Seraphim, and he learned that a Seraphim was a celestial being having three pairs of wings, and he found the book itself quite interesting, once he found out what the words meant. He grabbed his MP3 player and walked downstairs. He looked at the clock. 6:47. He had three minutes to make it to the bus stop. He ran out the door and outside, running towards his bus stop. Unfortunately for him, the bus came early this morning. Kids were already getting on the bus. He ran faster and barely made it on. The bus driver didn't see him coming and closed the doors just as he stuck his hand in the bus. He pulled the doors open, glad that the pressure on the doors wasn't like a car door. The bus driver looked at Daruma in surprise as he made his way through the aisle of the bus, looking for a seat. He sat in the back by himself, putting the earplugs of his mp3 in and listening to Red dress by Lovehatehero, one of his favorite songs. He looked out the window with his books in his lap. After a few stops, he felt someone sit down in the seat beside him. He glanced over at who was sitting next to him and saw it was the girl who he liked. She had black hair aswell, and was much longer than his, reaching down to her hips. Her eyes were a bluish color, but in the right light they seemed to look almost violet. She had pale skin and was part vampire such as him. She looked over at him, and saw him looking at her. She blushed and turned her head away, smiling to herself. Daruma smirked. Isabelle always acted shy towards him, but her eyes were like an open book to him. And Daruma knew she liked him. He edged his hand onto hers, closing his fingers around her warm hand. She blushed more, looking over at him. He smiled. "Morning, Izzy."