The O'l Vanigan- Prologue.

A/N I know it's short, but do your best to hang in with me.  The others will be longer.

I reluctantly left the car, into the unknown "social interaction"  that was dubbed summer camp.  My mother drove away, so much for an optional escape route.  I watched what I knew to be a blue car that seemed green-ish drive off into the distance.    I walked toward the main group, just close enough to hear which cabin I went into.  I walked in there, some other girls had already set up.  I dropped my stuff on the free bed and tried to walk away before they noticed my amber eyes.  Too late.

"Heya tree sap!"  Someone yelled out, I couldn't help but think about how not- creative that nickname was.  Everyone laughed as usual, I tried to laugh along but it came out as a choked and uncertain grunt.  

"Hey, you're the one with the shrink, right?"  A girl in blue asks me, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.  The laugh repeated itself, I was starting to hate these people more and more every second, this was going to be a long week.

Whence the gals had gotten all their giggles out, I bolted from the cabin.  The nearby rock outcropping called for attention.  I climbed up to the highest rock and crouched.  The fields were bright green, but with my amber eyes the whole thing looked like it was long dead.  But compared to most things I saw, nature was beautiful.  Vampires don't get to enjoy themselves much, my parents had known what I was since birth, and had taken care that I didn't bite anyone.  I didn't bite people, but the urge was always there, no amount of hours in a psychiatrist's office was going to change that.  

I climbed down as the sun had begun to set, golds and oranges.  Apparently we were supposed to go to a dance, get to know each other a little, I loathed to think about what the girls in my cabin would be doing after the dance.   I stared in the direction to go down, but there was something there, something that wasn't there before.  He was quite dashing.  Hes black hair was swept back, but it didn't suit him, not in the slightest.  He looked like the type that usually are the rebels.   I steered around him without looking back, he would think me crazy if he knew anything about me, or from the first point he would think I was mute.  

I reached the dance floor, garbed in a yellow dress to compliment my eyes.  My pale skin seemed to glow like the moon, and the yellow in my dress and in my eyes like the sun.  I tucked my dirty-blonde hair behind my ears.  I seemed to glide onto the dance floor.  Across from me, the same boy stood.  I held out my palm, out and above my head.  He did the same.  Our wrists met, and we spun around the pivot point it created.  Before long the action was reversed.  After promenade, and all sorts of other dances, he whispered in my ear:

"I know what you are"  

I looked up into his eyes, noticing for the first time that they were amber, the color of the vampires.

***

I came back to the dance floor late at night when all the others were asleep, he was waiting there.  I put my hand out and over my head and pivoted around the point my wrist created, inviting him to dance with me.  He shook his head and pointed outside, I couldn't see what he was pointing at, but after following him I discovered that it was a rope course.  And we were to navigate it in total darkness.   I did my best, but I always found myself back at the bottom.  He informed me of the telepathic communication of the Vampires, and he was surprised at how much I had to say.  I asked him about morphing into a bat, whether it was really possible or just one of the human's folktales.  

"It's possible, but I usually end up with a human figure, claws for hands, and the nose of a hog-nose bat."

I laughed at that.  This rattled him a little because it wasn't just in my thoughts.  I could hear his thoughts take the form of a smile, by hear, I mean I had already learned how to echolocate.   I climbed, the ropes suddenly made sense to those clumsy hands of mine, I didn't need to see, to hear what I was doing.  I reached up for the next rope, and the next, and the next, until I reached up and there were none there.  I sat on the top rope, waiting for him.  It had occourred to me that I didn't know his name.   I sent the telepathy message to him, he responded when he reached the top.

"Quilin"