Blood is a Melody

A young girl named Melody, loves music more then anything else in the world, she also loves supernatural beings. One day, a boy transfers to her school, will she find out his dark and mysterious secret? Or will she die like the rest who have found out? Read to find out.

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4. Surprise box

Nialls POV

i smell the same smell I've smelt for the last 200 years. Blood. I love it. It's lovely scent, it's bitter sweet taste. But there is an unfamiliar smell I can sense, it smells like love, the ocean and...chocolate. At the moment I'm in p.e. the most dreadful subject I can never avoid!  "ALRIGHT LADIES!! TODAY WE ARE GOING TO BE DOING PAIR WORKS!!" The teacher, Miss Hatshepsut (say hat-sep-shoot) 'jeez we are right here no need to yell' I thought, I hear A girl giggle. I look over to the girl. The same girl I saw this morning. I smile "what was that mister Horan?" The teacher says "huh?" I ask casually earning laughs to scatter the gym "whatever" she mumbles 'bitch' I thought.

melodys POV 

Miss Hatshepsut told us to find a partner. I didn't budge all I did was sit on a pile of chairs "MISS SONG ARE YOU PARTICIPATING!??" The teacher yells "noPe" I say popping the 'P' "GET OUT THEN!!" She says pointing at the door "yes SIR!!" I salute "HEADMASTER!!" She screams as I laugh "don yell at her like that!" A boys voice booms "what?" The teacher asks. I just walk out and towards the exit of the school "HEY!! WAIT UP!!" I ignore it and walk out towards my blue mustang 1999. I hop in and drive down the littered street looking for my dull house. I park in the old drive way and postpone the engine. I unlock the brown and dull door to my 2-story high house, as I walk in i feel as if I need to look for something in my parents room. I do as I thought and walk upstairs. I try to open the budged door and eventually do, my nostrils fill with the armoire  of perfume and deodorant. I look in my oarents draws everywhere until I come across. Big black box about half my size. I drag it into my purple walled room and open the lid.....I gasp and a tear escapes my eyes for the first time in 13 years. I see a black journal with my name on it in fancy writing. I open it to see my mothers neat cursive writing 'Dear Melody....

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