"Owww! Mother fucker! That fucking hurts, you asshole." I rubbed my arm where Jace had just bitten me. "What the fuck is it with you and biting. I swear to god, you've got some freaky ass fetish or something. You left teeth marks!" I twisted my arm so I could see the bite better. I was probably going to have another bruise. “Fucker” "One of these days your going to draw blood. And then I'm just gonna have to kick your ass."
Jace laughed. He always laughed at my threats. "Tough guy. The day you kick my ass, is the day I suck your dick." Jace shook his head, his wet hair sending cold drops of water all over me.
It was my turn to laugh. "I think that's why you bite me. Cuz I won't let you suck me." I gave Jace a strong shove sending him falling backwards onto my bed and raced off to the bathroom. "You better be ready by the time I'm done with my shower!"
"Ready for what? To suck it?" He yelled from my room
"No idiot! For school, ya perv. You need a girlfriend, you're starting to sound a little desperate."
I closed the door to the bathroom, the warmth from his shower not quite gone yet. I rubbed a clear swath across the steamy mirror and glared balefully at myself. You need a girlfriend? Smooth. I gave myself the finger and turned on the shower, stripping out of my pajama bottoms. You need a girlfriend? What the hell is wrong with you. It was the last thing I wanted. Every time he had a girlfriend, I was in complete misery. I hung my head under the hot spray of the shower.
"Seriously? Again? I am so hating this song? Jace reached for the stereo but I grabbed his hand away from the volume control.
"Nooooo. I love this song!" I raised my voice and sang along.
I'll say that I hate a song, then you'll go request it the whole night long
Some people say it's so wrong, but even when we fight
Girl, you turn me on
We make up and we break up all the time
We're like na na na
Then we're line yeah yeah yeah
Always like na na na
Then we're like yeah yeah yeah
"You're so gay." Jace laughed as he got the better of me and turned downed the volume. "That song is gay. One Directions is gay."
I looked at him with utter disgust on my face. "You know nothing, John Snow."
"Hahahaha. Just cuz you quote Game of Thrones to me doesn't change my mind." He yanked his backpack off the floorboard and grabbed the door handle. I'll see you in history.” And then he was gone, dashing through the parking lot and up the steps throwing a few waves to friends as he disappeared. I sighed and grabbed my own backpack from the backseat. Fuck!
I didn’t see her standing there, but when I opened the door, there she was, seeming ethereal, almost translucent, the early morning sunlight glancing off of her. Her long dark hair shifted in the breeze, her eyes, the darkest brown I’d ever seen, seemed to look right into me.
“Oh. Excuse me.” I was startled. I tried to walk around her, but she reached a hand out and grabbed my wrist. The urge to pull away slipped from me as I stood in front of her, lost in her gaze. You would have thought when she leaned it to kiss me I would have pulled away. But I couldn’t I tried, or at least I wanted to pull away. But her lips pressed against mine and then I had no control over anything. I kissed her back. It was amazing. Like the best kiss I could possibly ever imagine. And imagine I did, but it wasn’t her I was kissing but Trystan. I felt his lips, smelled his scent, strong and overwhelming, felt his hand at the back of my neck pulling me tight against him, felt him pressed against me, felt his excitement at the kiss. The moment was overpowering and when she pulled away, and she had to because I didn’t want to let go of her, didn’t even know that I was holding on to her/him, one arm pressed against the small of her back, the other at the back of her/his head, fingers twined through her/his hair. It left me breathless. She quirked a smile at me as she pulled away and broke contact. I didn’t even realize I had dropped my backpack, but I bent to pick it up, when I stood she was gone. I could still smell Tristan, his cologne filling my senses. I looked around dumbfounded, curious as to what had just happened. I heard the bell ring and noticed there was no other students in the parking lot, no one any where in sight. Just me standing alone, except for the security guard who walked in my direction.
“You need to get inside.” His stance was authoritative.
“Did you see a girl just now?” I glanced around again, certain she had to be here somewhere.
He smirked. Like it was one of the most natural questions in the world. “She’s probably inside, like everyone else, loverboy. Everyone, except you.”
I shook my head, almost blurting out I’m gay. But habit kept me from saying anything. I looked down, trying to look embarrassed and then headed towards the steps to the school. I gave a quick glance back and saw him looking around, as if maybe he did see someone else. I reached up and itched at my neck and pulled my hand away, feeling a slickness. I gaped down at the site of blood on my fingers. Reaching up again I felt a sudden stinging sensation. Oh my god, she bit me. Inside, I rushed to the closest restroom and examined my neck in the mirror. There was a smear of blood on my neck, but that was all. I wiped at it with a wet paper towel. under the blood, my neck looked normal. What the fuck?
Biology class always put me to sleep. Okay, class in general, put me to sleep. There was a problem with that. I dream of Jace all the time. Almost every night if I were to be honest. It’s sorta baffling because we spend most of our time together, so I can’t imagine why my imagination needed any more time with him, but apparently left to its own devices, it’s Jace 24/7, on every channel. They weren’t all, those kind of dreams. Mostly they were innocent, every day dreams, with the occasional quirky thing, like being able to fly. One time, I dreamed we had both been killed. He had tried to save me from a killer and the killer had ripped his throat out and then proceeded to do the same thing to me, before I could help Jace. I remember waking with a jerk and calling Jace on the phone, at like 3:00 in the morning, out of breath and frightened. He answered groggily and proceeded to rip me a new one for waking him up.
Then of course, there were those dreams. I don’t remember when I first had one and more than once I woke frightened and terrified as well. Not sure why. Because there was nothing terrifying about Jace. He was a big teddy bear really, in that oh my god you’re sexy as hell sort of way. Course I had to keep those thoughts to myself. I don’t know how he would react, just that I don’t think it’d be good. His father is a major homophobe. The proverbial man’s man; football, hunting, drinking, swearing, womanizing...the whole cliche’ and you could tell by the way he treated Jace, he expected the same thing of his son.
I didn’t mind the dreams in which I knew I was dreaming. Like the one where we could fly, my subconscious seemed to tell me. Hey buddy, you’re dreaming again. The one where we were killed, that one frightened me and stuck with me. It was so real, so vivid. And those dreams, well I didn’t mind them at all. But waking up in the middle of biology with an erection and the image of Jace naked and just beyond my grasp certainly wasn’t ideal.
I looked up at Mr Ardmore. He had an expectant look on his face. Apparently he had asked me a question and was wanting an answer. “Uhhhh. Two?”
A titter of laughter filled the classroom as I rubbed my eyes and discreetly readjusted myself.
“Mr Cole. I realize I’m boring you. But perhaps you can hide it a little better, like the rest of your classmates.”
“I’m sorry Mr Ardmore. I’ll try harder to hide it.” I grinned and grabbed my pencil and pretended to copy his scribble off the chalkboard.
“Can anyone give me an example of what a genetic trait is. And no,” Mr Ardmore looked at me for emphasis, “ two is not a trait Mr Cole.” Another round of laughter filled the classroom. I tried to look abashed and pretended to scribble more.
A couple of my classmates raised their hands. Mostly, the ones in the front row. Mr Ardmore pointed to Cassie Williams. She was a brain, probably the smartest person in class.
“We are a diploid organism, meaning that we received one set of genes (called alleles) from our father and the other set of alleles from our mother. The combination of these pairs of genes that we’ve inherited is called our "genotype. The genotype determines the actual traits (called the "phenotype") that we have; such as eye color, nearsightedness, and whether or not we have dimples” Cassie smiled real big and pointed to her dimples. “My dad has them, but my mother doesn’t But dimples are a dominant so if the phenotype is present, I automatically got them.”
Half the class was staring at her like she had just spoken Russian or grown a second head. (I wondered if that was a dominant genetic trait.) The other half had their phones, texting, oblivious of Cassie’s answer. There might have been one or two scribbling notes.
“Thank you Cassie. That is a wonderful example.” Mr Ardmore turned and wrote the words: allele, genotype, phenotype, dominant trait and recessive trait on the chalkboard. Several more students put down their phones and quickly picked up there pens and pencils and scribbled quickly. A few actually took a quick photos with their phones of the chalkboard then went back to texting.
The bell rang and everyone grabbed backpacks and crammed phones in pockets and purses.
“Tomorrow I want examples of what external factors may affect your genes.” Mr Ardmore grabbed his eraser and went to work erasing everything he’d written during class.
Shoving my notebook in my backpack, I looked up and saw her, the girl from the parking lot. She was staring at me from the hallway. As soon as I noticed her she disappeared into the crowded hallway. I ran from my desk and stood in the doorway, blocking anyone from coming in as I searched for her. I didn’t see her, but again I could smell Jace. I scratched my head in confusion, glancing up and down the hall. I went back to my desk and grabbed my backpack and noticed a drop of blood on my desk. I reached out tentatively to touch it.
I whipped around. Mr Ardmore stood behind me, his brow quirked questioningly. “Don’t you have to get to your next class.”
I looked back, but didn’t see any blood. “uhhhh.” I nodded in confusion. “....I mean yes.” I slung my backpack over my shoulder and rushed out of the room, looking back over my shoulder. Mr Ardmore stood at my desk, looking down, running a finger across my desktop. The scary thing was watching him bring that finger to his lips and I could see a trace of red. I absently reached up to my neck but felt nothing.
My history class was next and I plopped down next to Jace. “I’m having a weird day.”
I looked over but Jace had his phone out, texting. I could tell he had just come from athletics. His hair was still damn from a shower and I could smell the Axe shampoo that he used. I could smell his deodorant. I could smell him.
“Huh?” Jace looked up and realized I was there. “Trys?” He was looking at me like he didn’t recognize me.
“I said, I’m having a weird day. This chick, this morning, out in the parking lot, she came up and kissed me. Like out of the blue. never seen her before, in my life, and the next thing I know, she’s got her tongue down my throat. And I think she bit me.” I stretched my head up to reveal my neck to him. “And then I saw her again in the hallway after biology.” I leaned in and whisper conspiratorially. “And...” I looked to my left and then right. “I think Mr Ardmore is a vampire.” I was only half joking, but Jace looked at me like I was preaching the gospel from the pulpit.
I felt Jace trace a finger along my neck, right where I thought she had bit me. “I don’t see anything.” Jace pulled his hand back slowly.
“Yeah, well. There was blood there this morning.” I rubbed at the bite, absently. It kinda itched.
“Are you sure you didn’t like dream it?” Jace looked at me. He knew I had a tendency to fall asleep during class.
“I didn’t dream it! It was like right after you left the car this morning. i got out of the car like right after you and...and there she was. I tried to go around her and she grabbed my hand and the next thing I know, it was like Wrestlemania in my mouth. One! Two! Three! and then she was gone. Like the wind. Kinda freaked me out. Then at the end of biology she was in the hallway outside the classroom staring at me. I tried to catch her, but she was gone again.” I shook my head. “I’m not crazy.”
Jace was looking at me like I was crazy. “Okay. Okay. You’re not crazy. But let’s just look at this logically.”
You have to understand. When Jace says, we have to look at things logically, you know there’s something wrong...there’s something kinda wonky.
“First, when’s the last time someone came up and kissed you. And you’re mom doesn’t count.” Jace grinned. And if it wasn’t for that goofy assed grin, I probably would have slugged him.
“Ha ha.” I glared at him.
“Second. We were up awfully late last night. You know, with me kicking your ass so bad at World of Warcraft. What’s more likely. Some girl, complete stranger, I might add, comes up to you, and even more importantly, not me, and kisses you.”
I started to respond but he didn’t allow me.
“Or....Or....maybe, when you were in your economics this morning, the desktop was ever so inviting, ever so sleep inducing, you know, along with the drone of Ms Apple, that you might have fallen asleep and dreamed a little dream?” Jace liked being melodramatic at my expense, throwing in a few hand gestures as he nodded his head to his explanation.”
I could only glare. It made sense. I guess. I could have dreamed it. i did have that tendency. I reached up and felt my neck. I felt nothing. Nothing that proved I had been bitten by this strange girl. And a dream would certainly explain why the only things I could smell was Jace. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks and said a little prayer of gratitude as the bell rang. I sank low in my seat, casting glances over at Jace as he pulled his history book from his backpack. He glanced over at me once, his blue eye sparkling mischievously.
I think Mr Ardmore is a vampire.
Okay. Let’s just get one thing straight, once and for all. Vampires are people too. No no, laugh about it all you want, but it’s true. Sure, you’ve seen the movies, read the books, worn the wax teeth at Halloween, it’s all such wonderful make believe. Till you wake up and it’s happening to you.
And it isn’t exactly the way you think. Oh yeah sure, there is that damned bloodlust. Some times it’s all I can do not to drag someone into a closet and eat. But vampires have come out of the dark ages and into the 21st century like everyone else. Science has made great strides in remedying the bloodlust. As the pundits say “there’s a pill for that.”
Okay, and I’ll be the first to admit that there are the proverbial bad seeds out there. But that can be said for everyone. And history has shown that we’ve had our fair share of issues. The black plague, not completely our fault. Just a few vampires took it upon themselves to take advantage of the situation. And you can’t blame us for the two wars. Not a single vampire was known to fight on either side of the battles. And okay, yes, the Jamestown colony, might....might be laid at our feet....but all of that ....ancient history. I mean, I wasn’t even born then. I’m newborn, so to speak. I wasn’t turned by some romantic pale fanged creature of the night. Nope. Born and raised and then along with puberty and body odor and zits, i get a small case of vampirism. It’s genetic, as lady gaga would sing. Baby, i was born this way. So before you start getting any ideas, I just wanted to set the record straight.
I looked over at Trys. He kept rubbing at his neck. I had told him nothing was there, but the truth; I could see the mark. Not teeth marks. That was cliche and so middle ages. But a vampire had left her mark on him.
Yeah, so okay, I had lied to Trys. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. We’ve known each other since we were three. And contrary to popular belief, best friends lie to each other all the time. Sure the truth comes out eventually, you fight, make up and everything is right as rain. That’s what best friends do. White lies are a part of the deal. No, those jeans don’t make you look fat. No, you can barely see that zit. No I don’t see any vampire ...
What pisses me off though. I already marked Trys as mine. And here comes this bitch, like right behind me who has the audacity to try and mark him again. That shit don’t fly. That explains why she came back. She didn’t know he was marked.
I snuck another peek at Trys. He on the other hand should have felt something when she tried to mark him. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was.