Recently, he was very afraid to go to school. He was doing well in all his classes, even without trying. He had nothing to fear from schoolwork, only from the people there. He walked into first period slowly praying the she would be absent today, she wouldn't come to tempt him. Yet, of course, she was there right in her seat next to his own.
"So am I going to see you tonight? I have a little game we can play," she whispered into his ear.
"No," he muttered, sullenly gazing at the teacher, hoping she would turn her head and find them talking. "But look at you, you haven't had it for days, you know that," she was sneering at him.
"Please, no," he rasped, inching away. His ears were buzzing and it was getting hard to think straight. It had almost been a week now, but he sure as hell wasn't going to get what he wanted the way she did.
"Come on now, don't be stubborn..." she was practically licking his ear.
"Teacher!" he yelled with the strength he had left.
"My name is Ms.---"
"Please, can I use the restroom?" he cried. The class started to laugh at his outburst. Few could even remember this person ever talking. "We aren't suppose to let people out---" but before the teacher could finish he was out of the room, limping down the hall.
The bathroom was empty, the faucet running, and he began to cry. He tried not to, he felt so stupid, but he did anyway. Chills were running down his spine and coughs were racking his throat. Everything felt hot but he was shivering, holding onto the sink for dear life. He looked into the mirror and gasped at the apparition staring back at him. A pale, tear-streaked face shrunken and withdrawn. He looked away into the pool of water gathering in the sink. He stumbled backwards into a stall, falling onto his knees. As he sat there, trembling, he remembered how this all started.
"I heard that you play the piano," she had said smiling at him. Then he had been hungry for attention, now he only wanted to be left alone.
"Yeah."
"How long you've been going here?"
"A little while," he said looking at her perfect face and great body, wishing that someone like that would want to go out with him.
"You know I know this great club..." and they went that night, the most popular girl in school and a shy, unsure boy. He had had a great time, no one had ever taken him anywhere like that. When she had kissed him, he felt a rush of exhiliration. This was the single most perfect night of his life. Then she had moved to his neck, he felt a sharp pain running down his back. Suddenly alarmed he pushed away, only to find her too strong. He tried to cry out but they were in a dark alleyway and his throat had tightened. He fought with everything he had but soon collapsed against her. "Do you love me?" she had asked.
Suddenly he could speak. "I don't even know you," he had whispered. She threw him to the ground and he lay there weakly, staring into her grotesque, twisted face.
"You're too cute to let die," she had said.
"But--- but I feel like I'm dying," he had whimpered.
"Oh you're alive all right, but you'll wish you were dead." And she left the alleyway, leaving him crouching, gasping for breath.
It was true, he wished he was dead. The first person that had come into the alleyway he jumped on and drank their blood. Appalled, he staggered back, feeling drunk but ten times stronger. Ever since that night he had done everything he could to avoid killing another person. Raw meat, leftovers at the butcher shop, even stray animals. Yet, he was wearing thin, it just wasn't enough. No one but him knew that the girl was a vampire, that the mysterious deaths at the school were her doing. He never knew, though, why she sucked all of them dry and left him to be alive, no, to be a monster.
He snapped awake and realized that someone had come into the bathroom. He felt their heartbeat, tasted the blood running through their veins, but he denied it. His stall was kicked open to reveal a boy who had been terrorizing him lately.
"What are you doing in here wuss?" the newcomer had said. He could sense the boy's blood, feel it throughout his body. Desire engulfed him so he closed his eyes, chanting over and over again that he was human, human, human. "Sitting on this floor crying, what is this?" The boy grabbed him by his collar and lifted him onto his feet.
"Back away man," he whispered to the intruder, gulping, feeling something inside his mouth itching and burning.
"Who are you to tell me what to do you little-----" but the boy never finished because a sharp, deadly pair of fangs sank into his vulnerable neck and silenced him. After he finished embracing the boy he stumbled away, feeling healthy again. The boy just lay there still, unmoving. "I'm human," the other said, wiping his mouth, "I really am." He turned away from the dead boy and proceeded to walk down the hall to his class. He felt his strength returning, his dangerous teeth shrinking.
As he walked into class everyone turned, he hoped there was nothing on his shirt to give away what he had done. "You took a very long time," the teacher said irritably.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled and shuffled to his desk. He turned to the girl beside him and said, "I killed someone, happy?"
"Very," she said smirking, "d'you enjoy it?"
With pure disgust in his eyes he said, "Yes, very, very much."
