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“Ella I swear to God if we’re late I’m going to kill you.” My brother’s voice drifted up the stairs, sounding bored.
A sound crossed between a laugh and a hiss escaped from my throat as I opened my bedroom door. I was beginning to get sick of my brothers insolence and it was going to catch up to him one day.
“Too late for that brother,” I put as much malice into the last word as possible. He seemed to grimace as he looked at me.
“Do you really loathe me that much?” He almost seemed, upset? An emotion neither one of us was used to.
Instead of replying however, I just grabbed my bag and walked out of the door. “We better get going.”
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As I pulled into the car park of Redwood High I couldn’t help but feel the same feelings I felt every time we moved to a new school: regret, loathing but most of all – emptiness.
Ever since I had been turned I felt as though there was something missing. I missed my life as a human. Being a vampire had made me an outcast. I couldn’t stay in one place for more than five years – people become suspicious and began asking too many questions.
I sat in my car for a few more minutes, gazing at the students walking through the parking lot as though they didn’t have a care in the world. I felt the anger and hatred flare up inside me. They were so oblivious to everything around them. They didn’t realise how lucky they were.
It took several minutes for me to calm myself. I shut my eyes and felt my fangs slowly retract as I gained control. I couldn’t allow myself to lose focus again.
I glanced across at Matt who had been sitting in silence the entire time and realised he had been thinking much the same as me. Sensing that he had drawn my attention he looked over at me and gave a half-hearted smile.
“Here we go again,” he said as he reached for the door handle.
“Matt,” I said, grabbing his arm before he could open the door. “I don’t hate you, I never have. I just hate this half-life that I’m forced to live. “
“I know,” he replied. “That makes two of us.” I let go of his arm and watched as he got out of the car and walked towards the main office. I couldn’t help but let out a laugh as every female head in the parking lot turned towards him. Typical, I thought.
That was one of the perks of being a vampire. Along with all of your senses, a person’s beauty was also magnified when they were turned. Matt was the sort of guy every girl dreamed of. His eyes were a magnificent blue; he had messy blonde hair that seemed to look perfect almost effortlessly. His broad shoulders and muscular arms only added to the dreamy effect.
Today he was wearing faded blue skinny jeans, a dark blue singlet and a black leather jacket. Even I had to admit that he looked good. But I had never seen Matt in that way. Even when I had first met him I had seen him only as an ally - one with a common goal.
One of the girls almost collapsed as he flashed a smile at her. I simply shook my head as I got out of the car to follow him. I caused a similar reaction as I passed a crowd of jocks discussing their game plans for this season. One of the guys actually stopped mid-sentence to stare.
I had long brown hair that was so dark it was almost black. My eyes were bright green with a grey tint. I had a slim frame, but despite my deceptive appearance I was easily the strongest thing within a 100 mile radius.
Unlike Matt, however, I had no interest in these pathetic people. I couldn’t bring myself to even look at them let alone smile. I couldn’t understand how he did it? How could he pretend that they weren’t the one thing we desired to be? As I felt that rush of fury envelope me again I had to stand still and close my eyes. My fangs were only halfway out and I managed to get them to contract without much issue.
Once I was sure that I had my bloodlust under control I continued towards the office. Matt was already there, I could hear him talking to the receptionist about his classes.
The moment I walked in I felt Matt’s shoulders relax. He had been able to sense how close I was to losing control. I gave him a slight nod as he left the office, obviously satisfied with his timetable.
I approached the front desk after he’d left, trying to keep my breathing steady. I was furious for letting myself get like this. It had been almost two weeks since I’d had my last human and it was testing every ounce of my strength not to leap over the desk and tear the receptionist’s throat out.
She gave me a puzzled look and I realised that I was yet to move forward. “May I help you Miss…” She let the sentence hang in the air, waiting for me to finish with my name. “Jones. Ella Jones,” I said, taking a step towards her.
Recognition crossed her face as she put together the fact that the boy she had just finished talking to had the same surname. “Were you here to find out your timetable as well?” she asked as I reached her desk.
“Yes,” was all I said in reply and I watched as she went to her computer and brought up my school file. The process was painstakingly slow and she printed off the wrong timetable twice before finally coming up with mine.
“Sorry about that Ella, here you are.” She glanced up at me as she handed over the timetable. “I’ve also written you’re locker number on there, and if you have any questions please don’t hesitate to see me.”
“Sure thing,” I said, making sure to keep my tone neutral as I turned on my heel and left the office, desperate to get away.
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