So, I’m sitting there in my Lit class, talking to Lacey, my best friend in the whole world, when this guy comes walking in. He’s new, but that’s not why people are staring. I mean, it’s not because he’s not hot or anything; he’s totally fine. It’s because he looks so weird! I mean, honestly, this guy is like wearing all black.
He’s got on leather pants. Hello! That is so 1999. And his shirt? What is up with that?! It’s like a button up shirt made of some metallic looking material. His hair is short, but spiky, and obviously dyed black. He’s also wearing way too much jewelry. Has he like, not heard that less is more? Call the fashion police!
Anyway, the only empty seat is in the back, and as he starts making his way there, one of the guys on the football team, Joel, suddenly sticks his leg out and this new guy almost goes flying! Everyone’s cracking up. Joel sneers at the new guy, expecting some sort of reaction, but he gets nothing. Then, our teacher walks in and does role call and we all find out his name is Blake. After that she starts some boring lecture on “The Scarlet Letter.”
Finally, the bell rings. Lacey and I get up to go and we’re walking out of the room when someone taps me on the shoulder. It’s Blake. He wants to know if I’ll show him around school. Yeah, right! Like I’d be seen with this weirdo in school?! Please! I’m captain of the cheerleading squad and am dating the star linebacker. But Lacey nudges me and gives me a look that suggests that this could be fun. So I agree and Blake and I start wandering the halls of the school. Of course, people are staring. This might be hard to believe, but there are no goth people at my school.
Anyway, we’re walking past the room that the drama geeks use for dress rehearsal when Blake suddenly pulls me in. I’m like, dude, what the hell do you think you’re doing? He’s totally wrinkling my brand new Ralph Lauren shirt. He doesn’t answer but instead backs me up against a wall and he’s got this odd grin on his face. I just look at him, and he starts to speak.
“I noticed you watching me in class. I was watching you, too.”
I nod. “So?”
“I think you’re interested in me,” he whispers in my ear. “I bet you’re wondering what it’s like to make it with a real vampire.”
I gape at him. “Excuse me? YOU’RE a vampire?”
He shakes his head yes. I start laughing. He’s not expecting this. “Why are you laughing? You don’t believe me?”
Truthfully, no. And I tell him so. “What, you think just because you wear all black clothing and have dyed black hair and pale skin that you’re a vamp?”
“I AM a real vamp,” he tells me angrily. I can’t help it. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. Blake’s getting really pissed now.
“Don’t laugh at me!” he screeches. “I’ll show you, you snobby preppy bitch! You and all your snobby stupid friends are gonna learn what a mistake it is to mess with a vampire!” He presses himself against me and pins my arms above my head with his hands. He’s angry now, practically growling. “Are you scared yet, pretty girl?” he asks mockingly.
“No, not really.” And with that I deftly wrestle out of his grip, grab his shoulders, and throw him up against the wall. i catch him by the neck and hold him there. He’s gasping for breath now and there’s a look of pain on his face. “What the hell….” he manages to gasp out.
“You are one stupid asshole. You’re not a real vampire, you’re just a pathetic wannabe. You don’t have any special powers. You picked the wrong person to fuck with, dickhead,” I say as I slam him against the wall again.
“Because, you see, at this school, we’re all vampires. And I happen to be the head of all the girl vamps.” His eyes get very wide as he starts to comprehend what I’m saying. “Unfortunately, you had to come and piss me off. Not only that, but you’ve wrinkled my Ralph Lauren shirt and it has to be dry cleaned, which is such a hassle. So I’m afraid I’m going to have to kill you. Don’t worry; you weren’t going to last long here anyway.”
And with that, I use my other hand to grab his hair and pull his head back. His neck is smooth and I lick it gently. I lift my head and strike quickly. My fangs pierce his skin and cut across a vein (or is it an artery? I really don’t know. I only got a C in Biology). His blood is pure and I savor the coppery rich taste. Blake is groaning now and his breaths are getting shorter. I drop him and he lands on the floor in a motionless heap. I leave the room. The janitors will toss him for me. They’re used to discarding the bodies of humans who happen to enter our school. Lacey is standing in the hallway, waiting for me.
“You’re right,” I say to her as we start walking to Anatomy class (It’s like, totally awesome. You get to create your own cadaver. Our school makes a big deal about recycling. They don’t like it when we waste humans).
“He was fun.”