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.