I grab my books from my locker and stare out the window down the hallway. I shut the door and begin to walk down the hall. Being a vampire that blends in is actually surprisingly easy might I say. Just control your speed, look normal, and don't eat people. Looking normal is the hardest. Drinking the blood of a human, it's alright to control. It's like being a pregnant woman forever, always that craving for something delicious. In this case, human blood.
Vivian Darren's struts her fake tanned self up to me and glares wickedly, not that I care, I can kill her what does she have? E.L.F lip gloss, that's what she has. I stare down at her, I'm a good 5 inches taller than her, making me more intimidating. I can tell her hair is bleach blonde from a mile away, but seeing her brunette roots from my point of view, it's funny how everyone thinks she is perfect.
"Hello, freak," Vivian sneers.
"What do you want, Vivian," I question. I can read her though.
Why were you out with Bradley, honey? My ex-boyfriend! How dare you! First you assault him with a bookbag from the sky and now you're driving him home like some pervert? What the fuck is your problem you whore?
"If this is about Bradley, why do you care?"
"He's still mine even though he's not mine you freak."
"Vivian, he left you for a better trip down the road."
"Trip? He was hit with a knapsack, let alone a trip!"
I slap my palm against my head in my mind. This girl is as dumb as a bag of rocks, but still she's top fucking dog.
"Listen, Viv, it was a mistake, nothing more. Go apply your fifth layer of lip gloss and kiss Mr. Nicholas' ass, quit wasting your time around me," I wipe her off my shoe like something disgusting I just stepped in and walk away, picturing the scowling face behind me.
"Bitch," she grumbles.
"I heard that," I call after myself. Surrounding students chatter with laughter.
* * *
The cloudy atmosphere around my fellow vampires and I is comforting, makes us feel free. We are free, if it was sunny we wouldn't be here. We would instantly reveal the existence of our kind, and do we want that to happen? No.
I take a sip from my aluminum water bottle that I tell people I fill with water with red food coloring. Surprisingly, they take me seriously and move on with their lives. The taste of substitute isn't as good as fresh human blood or animal blood.
"Hey, Aurora!" My head snaps up and my eyes wander to the figure walking towards our posse. Bradley. "I just need to thank you for the lift home last night." I nod and he keeps talking. "Hey, um, do you want to see a movie or something tonight?"
"Maybe, what time?"
"Sounds swell, I'll be ready than."
* * *
My tight fitting blue jeans and black leather jacket with fur around the hood are comfortable, and casual, but keep my 'rich girl' persona dominant. I am a rich girl, and that's what I want people to think even though I don't show off my money. I wear my black gloves tonight and black furred UGG's.
Bradley shows up at around quarter to and we depart the house in the woods in a tuxedo black Camaro. My eyes pick up on each sparkling centimetre and I stroke my marble fingers down her side. Glad I don't leave any marks, that is a major perk to being immortal. I can't leave any hints of a murder except for shoe size and a scent that can only be traced by werewolves and other vampires.
We drive for a while in silence and I stay still like a statue, not moving, not saying a word.
"Why is your skin so cold?" Bradley questions and I flinch, shit I knew the questions were going to come at a point in time.
"I don't know, I've had it checked out and there's nothing wrong with me. My body temperature is sixteen degrees Celsius which is beyond unnatural. I don't feel sick or anything though, I don't have hypothermia which is weird."
"Oh, that is and will be forever strange," he says and pauses for a brief moment thinking rapidly about what his next question will be. "Why were you on top of the mountains that day? How can you throw a twenty-five pound bag in the air that far and hit me with delicate precision?"
"I was, um, I was watching the sunset and, I am freakishly strong for a girl. It's weird how weird I am," I laugh trying to cover up my lies without being too awkward.
Bradley doesn't bite the hand that feeds him. Takes it at first with the sunset, but than throws it back up when the temperature and strength go through his mind. I wouldn't blame him, he and I have something grateful in common; we're not idiots. Though, I guess I could be considered an idiot for feeding that to him.
"Can you tell me what's actually going on?"
"Are you sure that you can't?"
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."