Blitz had seen the future for a
long time. She had just become acquainted with Cassie when she
had her very first vision which she didn't even realise was a
glimpse into the future. Cassie was the one who saw the signs and
was also the one who gave Blitz her name. You see, her vision was
of World War II- stupid I know but kind of funny don't you think?
Blitz was searching for something to think about at the time and
ended up searching into the future. She could look ahead whenever
but she didn't see everything, there wasn't enough time in the
world. She saw loads but also important things like disasters,
our family, stuff that could affect us, murders, you name it. It
was quite a scary sight for some to watch her having a vision.
There was none of that eyes glazing over, shaking like a
Chihuahua, casting a circle junk. Her pupils dilated until they
disappeared completely into the iris, and the black swirled
around until it reached the very edge. It created a black ring
around her iris which was now a pupil less pool of molten hazel
and melted gold, rippling and swishing like water, dancing and
playing like flames, swirling and circling like smoke.
To humans it was abnormal, scary
but to me it was so beautiful.
She searched once again for what
was to come only it was not my future or hers that she searched
for- it was Cassie's.
"Blitz leave her be" I
"Just imagine for one moment
Nadine that you cared for her as much as I did. And you slacked
off for one moment and missed something...and then there's
nothing you can do to stop it coming because you don't know it
"You know how I feel about the
way you are with Cassie, Blitz. That's all"
"Hey Asher" she pipes up as he
speeds round the corner.
"Hi Blitz" he ruffled her hair
playfully. She laughs, and it amazes me how she can not care
about it. If he did that to me I would tear his arm off. She was
so happy all the time it was nauseating.
"Hmm" I raised my eyebrows at
"You told me to cheer up" he
"Yes well I always tell you to
cheer up, then you do for about five minutes and then leave it" I
rolled my eyes.
We talked out loud for a while,
Asher and Blitz joking around me adding my sarcastic input. We
heard some kids coming round the corner and I silenced at once
and Blitz took the conversation in a more normal direction so as
not to arouse suspicion. More kids came all of them staring at us
especially when Blitz decided to tackle Asher in a random moment
of fun. They ended up in a sort of piggy back position. I scowled
at them- what in God's name did they think they were playing at?
Well more Blitz than Asher, his eyes were once again dead and his
smile was strained. She giggled like she was tipsy and got down
off of his back. I guess it was kind of funny. Eventually the
bell rang. It still surprised me today how so many kids couldn't
hear it and had to be nudged by their friends. We walked into the
classroom and stood by Mr. Daniels' desk where he was scribbling
on a notepad.
"Oh right...err if you'll come
out with me- well um just so we can get your timetables" we
followed him out of the classroom, me sighing irritably. I'm
quite sure I saw Asher smirk. He knew how much I hated people who
stuttered. We went into the room next door that contained rows of
computers and crap ones at that.
"Here are your maps um you know
you don't know how to..."
"Get from class to class. Yes the
maps will tell us the way, thank you" he looked at me as I said
this, not knowing whether this comment was meant to be rude or
"If you need any help please
ask...you know I'm your form tutor and everything" he offered
"Thank you ever so much Mr.
Daniels sir, I'll be sure to come to you straight away if I'm in
need of anything at all" I laid it on thick, my voice sweet and
sugary- yuck I absolutely loathed doing that but it was
necessary. It was also quite entertaining to see him not even
managing a stutter, his heart was racing so fast. I hope he
hasn't got some sort of medical condition or anything because
he's nervous enough when I'm not sucking up batting my
"You know I can picture you in a
century's time without help from my psychic ness. You'll still be
as sarcastic and immature" she sniffed as we followed him back
down the corridor, a few paces behind not that he had a hope of
hearing us. The effect was ruined slightly when she collapsed
"How much are centuries really
worth? Look at you, you jumped on Asher's back" I accused.
"It was funny" she stuck out her
"It was childish" I corrected. It
would've been funny rather, if it had been at home and not in
front of everyone. Blitz always knew exactly how far she could go
so that she only annoyed me and didn't tip me over the
"Aw now you've gone all moody
again. You're no fun" she stuck out her tongue. It's things like
that, along with her baby doll curls that make me think of her as
a little girl. She seemed even younger than Cassie, but then
again Cassie is very intelligent and mature, and hardly ever
speaks for reasons totally foreign to me.
We walked into the classroom and
stood with Mr. Daniels once again by his cluttered desk. I eyed
it looking for a stress ball or something related that might
explain why he seemed to be on medication. I heard two people
rush in late but didn't turn to look. Then the crazy form tutor
started talking to the class about us, of course. Like we weren't
already the topic of conversation behind his back, now he was
actually encouraging it. I hated him already.
"So today we have three new
students, if you'd like to tell the class your names or, I mean,
I can...err well I would, but I don't know them..." he muttered-
ugh, ugh, ugh!
"My name is Nadine Elliot" I
said. I looked around the classroom and that's when I saw that
girl. She was looking at Asher as he said his name, and I was
only vaguely aware of his voice.
She was prettily slim with a
waist as small as Blitz's though maybe not Cassie's. She was
about my height so quite tall. Her skin was gorgeously tan, like
many girls tried to achieve through roasting themselves on sun
beds. Those eyes now slid over to Blitz as she introduced herself
to the class. I felt the wonder the girl felt at my sister's
voice and likeable nature. Her hair was every colour under the
sun, mostly a warm brown but with streaks of rich brunette, deep
black, golden blonde and even flecks of sunny auburn. It waved
down to her waist and shimmered with different shades and colours
as she turned her head to Mr. Daniels who was now asking Blitz
whether her name was a nickname. Her wonder changed and was now
directed towards the feelings of the children in the classroom
towards us. What was wrong with her? We were vampires, everything
about us was amazingly unique and different and attractive, but
she was unaffected. I felt awe from her but not the right kind.
It wasn't marred by that dark edge of thrilling danger,
cautiousness and fear that wriggled in the pit of each human's
She had to be human, but it was
so impossible to tell. I studied her intently- her skin was too
dark, and the warmth of it could be felt even from the ten feet
distance between us. There was beauty there but no alien ness.
She was too soft and her fragility was clear to my eyes. Vampires
are white, hard, all straight edges and perfect curves; we are
cold like a harsh winter fall, our touch stings, our breath
chills; our skin is pore less, no freckles, bruises, scars or
visible veins- our skin is too thick like armour. And the final
test of course was easily passed. I could hear the rhythmic
beating of her heart through her paper thin skin. A human so
inhuman it made me question my own being stood in front of me.
All sorts of questions threatened to bubble from my lips.
Could vampires have beating
hearts? Could we have warm blood running through veins which were
easily seen through delicate skin? Other queries flooded into my
mind, now past the theory of a human vampire. Could some humans
only see our beauty and not the hazardous consequence lurking
beneath it if they fall for the guise? Was there a name for
humans like her, so oblivious to their own incomparable
difference that it drew me in more than even my vast vocabulary
can describe? Why was I so utterly intrigued by her? Every
movement of her head, every blink of her busy complex eyes, every
colour in her thick hair, every aerial even ethereal sigh, every
emotion that leaked from her, which swam around in my mind
thawing the ice...
Asher made an inaudible noise at
the back of his throat to get my attention. I followed him to two
seats that were free but Blitz was separated from us. I followed
her with my eyes and saw the only other unoccupied seat was by
that girl. The register was called and she answered to the name
Melanie Newgreen. Now I had heard her voice it would stay with
me, in my mind she could say whatever I wished her to. I could
recognise it through a loud babble of talk, from across a vast
hall. Her friend made conversation with Blitz and I saw her sigh
a little. She inwardly rolled her eyes and I picked up disbelief.
At what, I knew I'd never know and this killed me inside, this
trivial little fact. Never had I wanted to know the thought
behind the emotion, to know every thought that passed through a
human mind. But it wasn't any mind- it was Melanie's.
She flipped her hair out of her
face and that's when I saw the angry bruise on her temple,
invisible through the make up to everyone but three more advanced
vampires. It was like spreading butter to me, distinguishing
which cuts and grazes were accidental and which were created
through force. I'd made so many similar bruises to hers and knew
exactly how it was made.
So three vampires were in the
room and all three were able to notice this. Only one of the
threenoticed, and she was the last person to cry to for