The Thu'um

"So... you finally found me," I spoke lowly, looking at the lykánthro̱pos in front of me through half-lidded eyes.

He smirked at me, displaying those disgusting fangs of his. "No, we finally caught you."

I grinned, displaying my own fangs. "Guess I've just been too intelligent for you idiots~" I sang out, licking my fangs and breathing in deeply.

This power was one I had hidden for a long time. It was a power I had discovered hundreds of years ago, when the world was in the midst of creation, when the dragons, the Dov, Fin Dov ruled the Earth, the Gol. It was an old power, blessed to humans by the god Akatosh.

"You know, it might be because of this..." I began, breathing in deeply.

"zul mC gut" I whispered out, causing the crowd's eyes to look away from me.

"Where is she!" the lykánthro̱pos yelled out, looking around erratically.

I silently giggled when they looked right at me and couldn't see me. That shout, the thuum, zul mC gut, is an ancient shout known as 'Throw Voice'. The three words of power being zul (Zul), meaning 'voice'. mC (Mey) meaning 'fool'. And gut (Gut), meaning far. It manipulates the perception of everyone around me into losing location of me, making my voice seem like it is much farther away, or in a different location.

I quickly ran back home, doing my best to avoid the Watch as my shout began to die out. As soon as I reached the inside of my house, I slammed the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief.

I gripped my right lung, breathing heavily. Now I remember why I very rarely used my Thu’um… my lungs are shit. And the Thu’um just makes it worse.

‘Then again,’ I began. ‘At least it wasn’t anything like Unrelenting Force…’

Unrelenting Force was a Thu’um that required a ton of breath, as the force of the shout throws whatever is in your way, well… away from you.

‘fus ro d4,’ I thought, the three sacred words of power for the Unrelenting Force Thu’um. Fus (Fus) or force. Ro(Ro), or balance. And d4 (Dah) or push. Among being one of the more costly ones, it was also one of the more basic of the Thu’umme.

I shuddered as I remembered when I first discovered my ability of the Thu’um.

I was taken out of my musings when I heard a stomping on the porch. My head snapped up and quickly went to the window to see who it was. Seeing that it was just Kenny, I quickly opened the door and yanked him in.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he yelled, bringing his hands up defensively. “I know you have a thing for me, but-” I cut him off in the midst of his joking by forcing my hand over his mouth.

“Kenny, shut up,” I whispered, looking out the window again.

I sighed in relief when none of the Watch members were patrolling my street, and shut the blinds.

“Sorry…” I muttered to Kenny, looking sheepishly at him. “I had a run in with the Watch on my way here, and ended up having to use a Thu’um against them…”

He simply looked at me and sighed. “Really, Bree? You used your Thu’um!?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t anything like Unrelenting Force,” I replied exhaustedly, annoyed that he’d think I’d use a louder Thu’um.

“Then which one did you use?” he asked, looking at me doubtfully.

“Throw Voice,” I answered quickly, looking him in the eye.

He continued to look into my eyes for a few moments, before nodding and looking away. He obviously knew I spoke the truth, or else he would have kept pressing the matter.

“Fine so… what d’ya wanna’ do?” he asked me, returning to his hyper self.

I laughed softly and began to walk downstairs towards my room. “Must you ask?”

He grinned and followed me, but in his eyes I saw his annoyance. He knew we were gonna’ play something like Black Ops or Smash Bros, meaning that he was most likely gonna’ get his ass beat.

He might have been an immortal but I’ve existed for much longer than he has. I’ve seen the rise and fall of the dov, children of Akatosh, and the original immortals. The rise and fall of the Empire, the beginnings of the First Civilization, etc.

Kenny was born after the fall of the First Civilization, the first human since Adam and Eve. For whatever reason, he was an immortal. He wasn’t a child of any of the gods, wasn’t blessed by them, and sure as Hell wasn’t a vampyre.

Anyway, the point I’m trying to make here, is that Kenny’s age can’t even begin to fathom my age. The original Childe of Infiniti, the original follower of the Goddess, and the Elder Vampyre.

My grin widened as I walked down the stairs in a quick, fluid like motion. Before Kenny had even reached my room, I had already turned on the PS3 and threw Black Ops into it, already turning on ‘his controller’ (it was really my red one), and my black controller.

“So, ready to get destroyed?” I asked, smirking at him. He simply sighed and accepted his fate. He knew he’d never be as good as I was, but he refused to admit it.

For the rest of the day, Kenny and I simply played video games, until he was forced by my father to go home.

After I had bid him a good day, I walked back down to my room without saying a word to my father and stripped of all my clothes, opening up my closet.

I sighed when I noticed that I had (for whatever reason) used up all of my non-pink or non-girly clothing. All that I had were pink t-shirts, pink and lavender blouses, and pink and lavender tank-tops (though I was more neutral on the lavender), skirts, and dresses.

I sighed again, grabbing one of the lavender tank-tops and a random skirt (a black one, something that would allow me free movement and something that made stains almost impossible to see) from my dirty laundry. It wasn’t like I was planning on impressing anybody, nor was it like this skirt looked filthy or anything. The only way someone would be able to tell that I had worn the skirt already was if they walked up to me and smelled it.

I walked up to my coat-rack, and grabbed one of my leather vests (something I had in abundance). Had I been wearing a blouse and pants, I’d have grabbed one of my long-coats, but it was much too hot for one of those.

I grabbed one of my swords off of the wall, unsheathing it and staring at my reflection off the blade. I had recently polished the baby a few days ago, sharpening it as well. One had to do everything they could to stay alive, especially when they were hunted by basically the second biggest city of their home state.

I grudgingly sheathed the blade and strapped it to my baldric, hanging the baldric across my right shoulder (for easier access). I kicked the screen off of my window, slipping out and reapplying it to the windowsill.

“l1s Y4 n7” I whispered, watching as the outlines of the various animals and species appeared in my line of sight, some in my peripheral vision.

‘Okay… in my very centre of my vision are four living organisms that aren’t animals… three of which are showing human properties… the last one being some sort of non-human species… perhaps wood-elf?’

I jumped over the fence leading into the front yard, and rushed behind a random bush, continuing to watch the figures.

‘They seem to alternate patrol areas… One goes up 37^th leading to 39^th, one goes down 39^th leading to 37^th… one walks across Havana to Deerborn on 37^th, and one walks across Deerborn to Havana on 39^th…’ I recorded, also recording the time they took during each route.

‘If I can use ‘Throw Voice’ and then ‘Whirlwind Sprint’, mixing the Thu’um with my natural vampiric speed, I should be able to make it past the guard on 39^th… but it’s making it up there that’ll be rough…’

I contemplated just running across the backyards of my neighbours, before quickly tossing the idea.

‘The wood elf would sense me…’

I then thought of taking a book out of Hayley’s book, using the ‘Invisibility’ spell she taught me last year. I wasn’t as much of pro at illusion spells as dark elves or dark faeries, but… I could always try it.

I closed my eyes and literally just thought about the spell, feeling the magical energy rush into my left hand. I opened my eyes and looked at said hand, a dark purple orb floating in my grasp.

I clenched my hand, breaking the orb and sending the magical energy it was made up of outwards, enveloping my entire being. I quickly glanced into the window of my neighbour’s home, noticing that I now had no reflection.

‘Thank the Goddess, it worked.’

Invisibility would only work for thirty seconds, more than enough time to make it up the street. I just needed to time this right.

As soon as both of the guards walked past my house, I quickly rushed onto the street, making it so the wood elf would be unable to detect me. A wood elf can only detect living organisms that were directly connected to the Earth. As the asphalt of the street was another layer over the Earth, he’d be unable to detect me that way.

I then crouched and got into the centre of the street, moving slowly so as to not have to worry about being heard (just in case one of the patrols on the street wasn’t human), and proceeded to make my way of Morrill.

I froze quickly as my Thu’um wore off, making it impossible for me to see the Watch member on 39^th.

‘Fuck!’ I mentally yelled as the Watch member walked right passed me stopping to sniff.

I grit my teeth and brought in some breath. "zul mC gut" I whispered for the second time today, grinning as the Watch member spun around and ran towards Deerborn.

I sat for a bit, allowing myself to regain some air, before bringing in a huge gulp of air. If Kenny heard this down on Freya, or hears about me using this Thu’um, he’d kill me for risking the near-fatal asthma attack.

“Wuld n4 kest!” I shouted, feeling the force of my Thu’um carry me across the street. I added some of my natural speed into the movement, allowing me to break into a sound breaking sprint as soon as I landed from the force.

“She’s over here!” I heard the 39^th guard yell out before I broke into the sprint.

I just had to make it to 57^th, an area that would technically take place outside of Spokane, thus neutral territory, making it nationally illegal for the Watch to attack me.

I cursed as the asthma attack started, knocking me out of the sprint, making me run straight into the ground.

I stood, feeling as if I was about to cough up a lung, wincing as my desperate lungs attempted to take in some oxygen. One thing you’d never think could exist, a vampire with asthma. But fuck logic, the conversion from human to vampyre isn’t what many think it is.

Most people think the conversion to vampirism eradicates the body of all illnesses or viruses. That was a lie. The transformation process does not eradicate the body of illnesses; it actually might make them worse. I, for instance, had asthma before the transformation process. And since the transformation, it’s actually been worse.

 I grit my teeth when I heard the footsteps of the Watch guards nearing me, smelling the lykánthro̱pos mixed in with the group.

“So, thought you could get away, did you?” he drawled out, smirking evilly at me. He was clenching and unclenching his hands, as if getting ready for a fight. With who they are, I have no doubt that that’s exactly what he was doing.

“Weren’t so successful, now were ya’?”

I stayed silent, continuing to stare at the man, placing my hand on my katana’s hilt, readying myself for a fight.

His grin widened, as if he were a wolf who had caught his prey. And he probably actually thought that, thinking he had actually caught me. His hands unclenched one more time, his nails extending into claws.

“Looks like the bitch wants to fight us. Such like a vampyre whore,” he said snidely, continuing to grin at me.

It was pretty common knowledge that lykánthro̱po have a… lust for vampyres when in heat. Hell, sometimes when they aren’t, especially lykánthro̱po males to vampyre females. Obviously, this lykánthro̱pos was in heat, and was determined to make me his slave of sex. I’d much rather be sent into the Plains of Oblivion before I let that happen.

I continued to stay silent when he lunged at me, claws fully extended. I quickly ducked low, unsheathing my blade just slightly, letting the pommel of the hilt hit him in the stomach. I sheathed the blade again, getting back into my standing position.

I lunged to the side, twirling in the air and unsheathing my blade as I landed, evading another attack from the filthy mutt.

He grunted as he hit the ground again, looking up and growling at me.

“You little bitch…” he muttered, curling his upper lip upwards in a sneer. “You’ll fucking pay for that!”

I stayed silent, staring into the mutt’s eyes. The chocolate brown that were very common among lykánthro̱po when in human form shifted colour, brightening into a glowing amber shade. Oh shit… he was mad, and a mad lykánthro̱po is never something anybody wanted to screw with, even a vampyre.

His head snapped to the men behind him, his scowling features twisting into a disgusting snarl.

“Don’t just fucking stand there! Attack her!” he snapped at his lackeys. Wow, not the best way to make them like you, nor take orders.

Then again… they were vampyre hating creatures, so I could understand why they listened to him.

Several of them pulled out their own swords and shields, some pulling out two blades, while others notched an arrow or two into their bows.

No guns? Huh, must not have been an approved group if they didn’t have any riflemen.

As soon as the lykánthro̱po jumped up, many of the guards charged, and the archers firing their arrows at me.

“Fus,” I shouted, the force of my voice deflecting the arrows and throwing most of the members backwards, a few being thrown into other members.

The lykánthro̱po on the other hand (somehow) resisted the force and stared at me, bewildered.

“D-Dragonborn….?” he uttered, before growling again. “Good job, giving me another reason to kill you!”

I rushed forward again, drawing another sigh from me. Hoorah, another lykánthro̱po that absolutely loathes me. Not really what I needed right now.

The Dragonborn, or Dov4k3n (Dovahkiin) as we were called by the Ancient Ones, the Kruz3k Geinne (Kruziik Geinne), were an old ‘race’, a line of beings that were gifted the Zul (Zul, or Voice) by the divine Akatosh in the early era of the world, when the dragons ruled the Earth.

Once the Alessian Bloodline descended to strictly vampyres, the reputation and vision of Dragonborn also descended into nothing more than people that use their gift in the Voice to kill those who stood before them.

Many of the races, especially the lykánthro̱po developed an extreme dislike of the Dragonborn when they had allied themselves with Volkihar clan, a clan of Vampyres that were set on blacking the sun out, giving the Earth eternal night; a plan that almost succeeded, had the Dawnguard not destroyed the Bloodstone and killed Lord Harkon.

That was the point that Vampyres began to be hated absolutely by the rest of the races, Dragonborn Vampyres especially.

My eyes narrowed as the lykánthro̱po lunged forward, my sight perception moving quicker, allowing me to practically predict where he was gonna’ be moving.

I lifted my blade up in a defense stance as the mutt blurred in front of me, his right claws lunging down, only to be thrown off by the collision with the blade.

Unfortunately he didn’t stagger from the collision, but slashed at me with his left claws, the hit landing and digging deep into the left side of my body, gliding across my stomach and ripping out on the right side, leaving a long blood trail.

‘Fuck!’ I mentally yelled, gasping as the blood escaped from the claw marks. First blood went to him, I guess.

I grunted and readied my blade again, glaring at the lykánthro̱po. The mutt better not have rabies, or I’ll murder him!

He lunged at me again, looks like he was determined to keep me on the defensive for the whole of the fight, or at least until the rest of his men got their balance and bearings back; many of them aghast at my status as Dragonborn.

I blocked another swipe of his claws, actually lunging my blade forward, forcing the mutt to stagger, allowing me to take my own attack.

 I ducked under him, spinning the blade into my usual icepick grip, slashing it up towards him. The dog dodged at the last second, the blade only digging slightly into his skin and drawing a few drops of blood.

I jumped back and sheathed my blade, looking the dog in the eye.

‘Remember, Brianna,’ I remembered my In (In) (Master) telling me once before. ‘Eye contact is a vampyre’s greatest asset against a lykánthro̱po. A well timed illusion can send a dog running in an instant.’

Unfortunately, I was never the Illusion type of girl, so I never actually practiced them long enough to be able to initiate one in a split second. Luckily, I never really had to fight a lykánthro̱po.

However, that flaw was easily overlooked, due to the vampyre’s ‘Alluring Gaze’, a power that basically forced any creature that looked in a vampyre’s eyes to continue looking into them.

‘And… now!’ I thought, thrusting a simple illusion into his mind. It wasn’t a very powerful one, but I didn’t need to use a strong one against the mutt.

I also didn’t know what he was seeing, only that it would immobilize his body for several minutes, if not a few hours.

My gaze shifted to the men behind him, many of them still being either shocked at my bloodline, or unconscious from the Shout.

I sighed and turned my gaze downward, inhaling some more oxygen.

“F2m z3 gron,” I breathed out, watching as my form turned spectral in appearance. ‘Become Ethereal’, not really a fantastic Shout to use for escape, but it makes it so I’m basically invulnerable. However, I’m also unable to cause any form of damage.

I quickly ran off, making good distance between myself and the Watch. I grunted in annoyance when I felt myself slow down, attempting to not come to an instant stop.

‘If a vampyre gets low on internal blood, then their power begins to dissipates, draining to nearly nothing,’ I remember the old man telling me, many years and years ago. ‘They become nothing more than a human, human, a jul (jul),’ he warned me.

I looked down at my feet, and on the road behind me. There was a long trail of blood, and at my feet was a small puddle of the crimson substance.

‘A vampyre cannot drink their own blood, and very rarely will a vampyre drink upon another’s. The blood of a vampyre is toxic to other vampyres, and especially more to themselves,’ he warned me.

I grunted again, this time in annoyance. Very few people let vampyres drink from them, believing that they themselves will contract the ‘virus’. It wasn’t like I was a fucking Sanguinare Vampyre, the only race of vampyre that were able to transfer vampirism.

But alas, most mortals didn’t understand such a thing. Thus, finding willing blood donors was very rare. Hayley was one, Matt was one, and Kenny was one. But all three of ‘em lived quite the distance away from where I was, and in Spokane.

‘But… maybe that Dark Faery? I thought, looking in the direction of her scent, something that was quite strong. I’m still confused on how I missed it this whole time. The scent of a Dark Faery is a powerful scent, something that a Faery should be unable to conceal.

I quickly turned in the direction of the Dark Faery’s home, and broke into a quick dash.

‘Please, please be out of Spokane!’ I mentally pleaded.

I continuously hopped over several homes on the path towards the Dark Faery, making sure to keep my Vampiric Illusion active, concealing myself from mortals using the wind.

The Vampiric Illusion is an ability that all vampyres can use, allowing them to stay hidden from a mortal’s sight… at least, for a short amount of time. The illusion will disguise the vampyre in the most inconspicuous way possible, and this time, the Illusion manipulated the wind around me to reflect the rays of light, preventing a mortal from being able to register my form.

I landed on the ground a block or two away from the Faery’s home, dispelling the illusion and slowly walking up to her housing development (really, it was an apartment complex, but… meh), and sniffed again, following the scent to (what I believed to be) her door, knocking lightly.

I closed my eyes and readied myself, hearing the door open and a newly appearing heart rate increase.

“W-What are you doing here?”

The Beginning of the End

I gasped for about the twentieth time in the last minutes or so, gripping the necklace that hung just above my sternum.

“Evans! Get moving!” I heard the gym instructor, Coach Fisher, call out.

Why would he never let me rest like he would the rest of the class? Especially as much as the other kids with asthma? Granted, Evan was one of them, but having to sit with him for a few minutes was better than keeling over due to asthma.

I ignored the burning pain in my lungs and the equally burning pain in my legs and continued to run, my ponytail bouncing with every ‘bounce’ (the thing my friend Hayley calls it) I took.

After about two more minutes, I had finally collapsed from the lack of oxygen in my lungs, and my inability to take more in quick enough.

I heard Fisher sigh as he snapped at the rest of the class.

“Alright, that’s enough for today. All of you, go and get dressed and go to lunch, I’m sure you’re all starving.”

The whole class cheered loudly and ran out of the gym, the males to the boy’s locker room, and the females to the girl’s locker room.

The instructor’s head snapped to me as I stood up.

“Evans, get in the locker room, now!” he yelled at me as I slowly got back onto my feet, slowly but surely.

“Y-Yes, sir…” my small voice replied, my vocal chords rapping against my throat as I struggled to speak.

Once I had finally gotten back onto my feet, I walked slowly to the girl’s locker room, cringing as most of their loud voices bombarded my ears and my already pounding head. This was not what I needed after the torturous half hour of running.

I quickly changed out of my tank-top, gym shorts, and running shoes, and quickly threw on my light blue skinny jeans, and long sleeved purple shirt with black stripes, making sure my bandages didn’t slip, and my black vans. I grabbed my leather jacket and shouldered my backpack. Once I was completely dressed, I quickly got out of that room.

I quickly walked to the cafeteria, which was luckily rather close to the gym. I plopped my backpack onto the table and plopped myself onto a chair at the Table, slamming my head onto the hard surface.

“Well, someone’s had a shitty day,” a female voice spoke up. I lifted my head enough to see one of my best friends, Hayley LaPiene, a hybrid; half-human and half-elf.

“Don’t mention it…” I groaned out, slamming my head back onto the table.

My head snapped up once more as I felt the Earth rumble beneath us, and another backpack slammed onto the table. The owner of this backpack was Evan Kelley, a troll. And I don’t mean it insultingly, I mean, he’s literally a troll.

“Kelley,” I said simply, glaring at the troll in human form.

He said nothing in response, stopping off to get some more food to fill his fat ass.

I sighed as I realized I wouldn’t get any rest during lunch, and stood up to go get my own food.

I cringed as I heard a random student comment on how his/her father had killed another vampyre the previous night, getting many cheers among the rest of the humans sitting around him/her.

Joel E. Ferris High School, one of the only schools in the state of Washington that actually accepts students that aren’t human, at least, since the Vampiric Rebellion that took place about thirty years ago.

The Vampiric Rebellion was almost exactly like World War II, and unlike how it sounds, it was not vampyres rising above human rule, but the vampyres defending themselves against the human race, resulting in an event nearly exactly like the Holocaust.

The war that ensued was bloody, and would have ended with either the humans being exterminated by the vampyres, or the vampyres being exterminated by the humans.

In the end, the humans and vampyres signed a treaty that ended the war, but in the end result, they were viewed as extremely dangerous creatures that only deserved death, and were given a ‘kill on sight’ status.

Due to that, many vampyres had to live in hiding, unlike the rest of the non-human creatures. Ferris is one of the only schools that will even take a vampyre as a student, though their rule is ‘one at a time’, meaning only one vampyre student.

Of course, there are some exceptions… Transfers are one, vampyre-human hybrids are another (which are extremely rare), and then vampyre-anything hybrids in general (more common than vampyre-human hybrids, but still rather rare).

Oh, wow… I’ve yet to introduce myself, haven’t I? My name is Brianna Allison Evans. My parents are James David Collins and Stacey Allison Collins née Evans, both humans. However, I am a vampyre, created as the vampyres of old were, near death and making a contract with… well, whatever the ‘Evil’ of your belief is.

I was a transfer, the only one they’ll be allowing for very long time, from what I overheard the principle, Mr. Foster, saying. The school kept my identity as a vampyre under wraps, though I have no doubt many of the non-human students and teacher knew what I was, and a few of the human students who knew the actions of vampyres, instincts and all that.

I flinched when I saw some of the student sneer at me, all the ones that knew I was a vampyre and were strictly anti-vampyres, or the ones that came from vampyre hunting families.

I quickly ordered my lunch, and slipped a little note to the lunch-lady, requesting for a plasma packet. She quickly handed me a bottle of what looked like juice, and I returned to my seat, shuddering as Evan continued to stuff food down his throat. Ugh, I HATE trolls, and I’m guessing that the hate was instinctual, as Evan seemed to hate me before I even knew who he was.

“So, how shitty has your day been, Bree?” asked Matt, another troll, but a likable one that was able to overcome his kind’s hate of vampyres. Shocking, but… meh.

He’s also one of the only people that I let insult me without risking death by my fangs or claws, seeing as he’s usually just joking. He’s also one of the few students who understands how I feel day by day, being completely discriminated against for things that are out of my control, such as my sexuality, way of dress, actions, and race. Hell, he’s discriminated to Hell against many of the trolls for being kind to a vampyre.

“So far…” I began speaking, before Evan interrupted me with a sigh.

“Ugh, please save your pathetic little fiction stories for people who care.”

Evan Kelley, probably the worst person you will ever meet, and also the ugliest and most arrogant. He cares for himself alone, and thinks that he’s the most intelligent person on the fucking planet, along with the most skilled at really anything, which is a laugh in itself, as trolls really have no special skills besides their brute strength, resulting in lack of intelligence. More brawns then brains, that fat ass.

Hayley glared at him and bared her fangs.

“Let her speak, Kelley. Stop assuming that everything she says is to make people feel bad for her,” she snapped at the teen, which was hilarious as Hell. Hayley was about 5’5’’ even, and about 132lbs, whereas Evan is about 5’11.4’’ and around 217lbs, and yet he was cowering before the smaller girl. Guess it’s just something a Dark Elf can do, despite being a hybrid.

I nodded thanks to the smaller girl and looked back at Matt.

“So far, it’s been about as shitty as usual. My father making some snide ass comment as I walked out of the house this morning, having to evade the town’s fucking Watch (a committee that was formed to keep Spokane and the Spokane area safe from vampyres), and then the constant shit that the teachers shoot me for being what I am, etc.”

Yeah. Despite the fact that the teachers here had to apply and swear to a ‘no discrimination’ clause, given to them by the one of the High Angels, the teachers still discriminated against many of the faerys and ALL of the vampyres.

Evan said nothing, though I knew he was smirking. How the son of the High Troll (a troll who was much like Matt, in a way), and one of the high Angels became, not only a full blooded troll, but a troll with such a dark heart as Evan’s is a mystery to everyone who knew him.

Matt and Hayley looked at me sympathetically, Matt knowing exactly what I was going through, and Hayley just hearing stories from her mother and father.

Hayley, as I said before, is a hybrid; half dark elf, and half human. Dark elf on her father’s side (her father actually being the High Dark Elf), and human on her mother’s. Both of them were very pro-vampyre, not really something you’d expect in this day and age.

I said nothing more for the rest of the lunch period, looking far off into the distance, right before smelling a peculiar scent that I haven’t smelled since the end of the Rebellion; the scent of a faery. And a dark faery at that, a race I believed to have gone instinct for their power and the roles they played in the Rebellion.

‘Hell, most schools won’t even let them in, they’re more discriminated then vampyres.’ I thought to myself, curious as to why a dark faery was at Ferris.

I stood up and walked away from the table, determined to find this phenomenon.

“B-Brianna! Where are you going!?” Matt yelled to me, having seen the determination on my face.

I ignored him as I Kenny walked up, the mysterious scent getting closer.

Kenneth Lee Lindahl, one of my best friends. He wasn’t really a specific species, besides just human. He was just excepted as an immortal, one that could never die, but was human. Wasn’t granted anything from any of the gods or goddesses, nor any higher beings or deities. Just simply immortal.

Behind him was the scent, and in all honesty, the scent was quite… alluring, if I do say so myself. Full of power and wisdom, but full of ignorance as well, her wisdom only spanning to about the age of an eighteen year old.

Waling up behind Kenneth was a, well… actually pretty average sized girl, being only an inch or so taller than I was. Fuckin’ giants.

The girl was about 5’8’’, and I wanna’ say around 148lbs. She had cropped, brown hair, cut similar in the fashion of a male would (I use that lightly, and I mean VERY lightly). Her eyes were a very beautiful hazel colour, her lips full (and assumedly soft) and her face slightly rounded due to young age (despite being about 14 years old).

She looked shyly at me, determined to stay silent. Or maybe she just wasn’t good with talking to new people, I could understand.

“Hey Bree,” Kenny spoke up, using the nickname that I let very few people use.

Before I had a chance to answer, he pulled Mara (by her arm no less) in front of him, holding her there.

“This is Mara, you probably know her.”

I said nothing as I tried to recall her face… Oh yeah! She’s one of the first year girls in Japanese (one of the few, unfortunately), a student in VanVelson’s PE class (might I say, she has a tight ass), and the girl who sits next to Keegan.

I said nothing as I stared into her beautiful eyes, before spinning around and walking away. How in the name of the Goddess did I not smell her before? Or see her aura?

I walked back and shoved Evan off of his seat, making room for the girl, Mara. I assumed that he brought her over so she could eat with us.

The rest of the group sat on one side of the table (for whatever reason), leaving Mara and I the only ones on the other side.

Throughout the very silent lunch, I continued to shoot glances at Mara (glances hidden by my hair), simply staring at her face. Her adorable nose. Her beautiful eyes.

I blushed and quickly looked away, my face covered by my hair. I could feel her staring at me in confusion as I returned to the centre of my seat (I was apparently drifting closer to her).

I glance over to Kenny and saw him smirking at me. Wait… did he know this was going to happen? Did he somehow know that I’d find this girl completely sexy?

As soon as the bell rang, I jumped up and quickly fled to my French classroom. Why did that girl make me feel the way she did? What was it about her? All throughout French class I continued to ponder, ignoring the snide comments from many of the students and the teacher. Due to position, most (if not all) of the students in French were humans, as most non-human species know French almost instinctually. The few non-humans in the first year French class were either pro-vampire, or neutral in the whole thing.

Madame Sherwood was a human, one of the few human teachers that worked at Ferris. Despite her being human, she was still a teacher, and was aware of my status as a vampyre. And because of it, usually got on my ass for everything I did.

Hell, I was probably the best student in the class, and she wouldn’t give me anything above a C. And fuck, did that piss my ‘dad’ off to no end.

As soon as the bell signifying the end of fifth period rang (I don’t want to go into detail about French class), I was instantly out of the door, making my way towards Geometry, excited to see Mara again.

As I entered the class room, I quickly sat in Keegan’s seat, a seat next to Mara’s, simply staring at her aura. How did I not see it before hand? Was she hiding it?

That was the question that plagued my mind, ignoring the incoming person who ended up shoving me out of the seat (unfortunately to the opposite side of Mara). Keegan Bennet. Where can I begin on him?

He was a hybrid, one of the very rare vampyre-human hybrids. Though he wasn’t half-vampyre and half-human, he was more like 1/5^th-vampyre and 4/5^th-human. He tried acting like a vampyre, but he seemed more like a wannabe then anything. It was embarrassing, in all honesty, and kind of a disgrace to the vampyres.

He walked up to me and shoved me out of his seat, quickly sitting down himself. Had it not been for his 20% of vampyre blood, his shove would have simply tossed him away, instead of pushing me off.

Mara looked at me when she heard me hit the ground, continuing to say nothing. Within an instant, I got up and sat down in my seat, refusing to look her in the eye. Why do I feel so embarrassed?

For the whole sixth period, I simply took glances at Mara, taking in her appearance and her aura. Seriously, how in the Goddess’ name did I not see that aura beforehand! Or smell her! The scent of a dark-faery isn’t particularly a weak or indistinguishable one. And a dark-faery can only hide its scent if they’re extremely powerful in the dark-magic arts, an art that dark-faerys specialise in, but the skill required to hide the scent from an elder vampyre would take near mastery…

Once the bell had rang, I (again) quickly escaped the confines of the classroom, speeding home. I need to think. I need to really, really, think.

As I neared my house, the sound of a gunshot rang in my ears. Fuck! Did they find me again?

I spun around, having to twist my body to the side, another bullet coming my way.

Fuck my life… the Watch found me again. And this time, they brought backup.