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Chapter 2

Wind blew in the trees above me. The high school had a lovely appearance. I distance myself from the other students and sit behind the 600 building. Only a few people pass by from the 900 building in front of me. The numbering in this high school don't make much sense, but I have it down. I have been here for two years.

A boy storms out of the 900 building. He looks up at me and glares. I shrink against the wall I'm next to and look down at the grass. Mark Twain.

Mark Twain is the hottest guy who just joined last week. He was pale and fairly muscular. Obviously, every single girl goes for him. I hadn't spoken to him, but I had heard other student's descriptions of him. How he was cold and harsh. It had been my goal to avoid him. But now, he was walking up to me.

"Hey, Quincy." Mark flashes me a smile. He seems too perfect. Wait. How does he know my name? He shouldn't know me at all. I freaked out. I don't interact with everyone else. People don't shun me per say; I shun them. I did nothing to attract the attention of Mark. What does he want?

I shudder under Mark's inspection of me. I don't like him. He was terrifying, just as the other girls had said.

"Yes," I whisper. Surely he couldn't have heard me. Or did he?

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school?" he seemed innocent, but there was no way I could trust him. I looked up into his bright, crimson eyes. The same color as the vampire's I saw four years ago. A ripping, agonizing sound came across my ears. It took a second to realize I had just gasped.

But vampires can't be in the sun, and I live in a sunny place in California. Smoggy, but still sunny. But still . . . maybe it was just a thing people said. I always liked to believe vampires couldn't come out in the sun. But I couldn't now, not with red eyes glaring at me.

"No, thanks," I took in a deep breath, "I don't have time today. Homework and family."

I hurried and tried to get away from Mark by heading to the rest of the student population.

He caught up quickly. I felt like I was being stalked by him. Maybe I was.

"I'm sure you can find time." He was practically in my face.

While he looked too good, and I really wanted to faint in front of him, there was that gut feeling that knew something was wrong. I knew there was something wrong. His eyes couldn't be ignored.

"Like I said before, I am too busy. Hang out with some other girl."

I had tried to sound fierce and assertive, but I sounded like a scared, wimpy, school girl.

His lips curved into a devious smile. "But I don't want some other girl. I want you."

I felt horrified. But I didn't show it.

"I said no, Mark. Now, leave me alone."

That sounded a tiny bit better. Not by much.

I thrust past him and my arm grazed him. I gasped at the temperature. How could he be so cold? I almost ran to the library. I breathed hard and fear rocked through me.

What would happen now? Would he corner some other girl or stick with me as a target.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Hopefully, he would just leave me alone.

There is always that pesky, annoying, haunting voice in my head that asked, "What will you do if he continues to come to you?"

Shut up! I screamed in my head. No! He would leave me alone. He would.

I shook my head slightly and knew I couldn't delude myself. If he wanted me, he would fight for me. And I will certainly die.

How was I supposed to manage this? In truth, I'm not overreacting. Just the thought of Mark near me was too terrifying. It was just the vibe he gave off. And his eyes. His eyes and pale skin. The same characteristics of the other vampire. He had to be one.

Maybe it was just a coincidence. Or maybe it wasn't. I really wasn't good at deluding myself. It was impossible to.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I gave a small shriek and jerked my head around to see who it was.

"Um . . . miss. The bell rang. Are you supposed to be here?"

It was a guy. But this one seemed kind. Not like Mark.

I could feel my skin crawling.

"No, I- I should go. Thank you."

With that I left the building and walked to the 300 building. This was where my English class was. I stopped by the door and sighed. Just get through the day. I can do this.

I walked in and blushed under the confused glance from the teacher. I was never late. I had never been approached by mark either though. I had only seen him at a distance. But now he had taken an interest in me.

But that interest very well could be drinking my blood.

"I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Evony. I –fell asleep."

It was the best excuse I could make up.

The other students seemed interested. They weren't rude, but you know, teenagers. Interested in other people's problems.

Mrs. Evony spoke in worry. "Do you need to go to the nurse?"

Well, I did just have a panic attack and realized I am attending school with a vampire. What do you think?

"I'm fine, thank you."

I scurried to my seat and slumped in the chair.

"Are you okay?" my partner asked. Her name was Emily.

I nodded and whispered. "I didn't sleep well last night."

At least that was the truth. I never slept well.

I knew vampires existed and that they could kill me. I didn't want to think of Mark as one. As a vampire.

But when I compared the two, the vampire from when I was twelve and Mark, they were both vampires. He had to be.

"Okay, well I hope you sleep well tonight." Emily smiled at me and she went to work. I hadn't even paid attention in class. How could I?

"Me too," I whispered.

When school finally came out I made no hesitation of getting off that campus and home. Mark's red eyes glared at me in my head. I shuddered.

Get home. Get home. Get home! I need to get home! Right now!

Yes, I was freaking out. But I couldn't help it. There was a vampire at my school who was taking an interest in me! What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to think?

Calm down, Quincy.

Calm down? Who am I kidding? How am I supposed to calm down?

A car drives by me and I shriek. My heartbeat accelerates.

Deep breaths. Just get home. Please let me get home.

I can see my house now. Without thinking I begin to run. I burst through the door scaring my foster mom. She shrieks and looks at me.

"Quincy? Are you okay?" she asks.

I shake my head. I can feel myself get sick actually. Suddenly, I throw my hand over my mouth and run to the toilet.

Mom is right behind me. She holds up my hair as I vomit. I barely get a breath in.

My mom hold her hand on my forehead and sighs.

"You're burning up, Quin."

I can feel myself growing tired. I stumble to my bed. And roll up into a ball on it.

My mom doesn't leave my side.

"You'll be fine, Quincy." She comforts me.

She isn't my real mom, but she took me in as a foster kid three years ago. She is the person I'm closest to.

That doesn't mean we are close. But she is the person I trust most. Not that I would trust her with my problems.

She prepares a bowl of ice water and dips a rag in. It feels so heavenly on my forehead.

"Thank you," I whisper.

She didn't hear me. But I know she knows I'm thankful. I finally fall asleep.

The next conscious moment of mine was looking at the ceiling. I didn't feel so sick. So, it must have been me going into shock.

My foster mom, Andrea, lies at the foot of my bed asleep. The room feels too stuffy. I need fresh air.

Fear strikes into my heart. Should I? What if Mark is around? What difference would it make if I was on the roof? Surely, if he were a vampire he could get to me in here just as easily. He couldn't know where I lived, could he?

I slowly stepped off the bed and made my way to the back door. This house was smoldering me.

The cool air felt so good across my skin.

Quietly shutting the door I felt a spark of terror. But I ignored it and climbed the tree.

I laid on the peak of the roof. I breathed in all the "fresh" air. It was the freshest this area would get. Unless it rained.

Rain . . . I wished it would rain now. It would feel so wonderful.

I just started drifting back into sleep when I heard a rustle from the pine tree. I sat up and whipped my head to the noise. Cold hands touched my shoulders.

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