Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High or any of its characters. I also do not own any of Stephenie Meyer's ideas or book (Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse).
When my alarm went off in the morning, I wanted to throw it against my bedroom wall. I held my temper though. I really didn't feel like having Ally yell at me for putting a hole in her house. Again.
I don't really know why I even bother to set an alarm clock. I never sleep. I haven't slept for over three hundred years.
I guess being a vampire does have its ups and downs. Like having the ability to crush stone, or be ten miles away in just seconds. And being immortal. That is pretty cool. But I really miss being able to dream. It was the way I dealt with problems. I guess it's the way most people deal with problems.
Maybe that's why I have such a temper.
Another reason why I may have a temper is that I am being forced to live with people that I don't even really know, because technically I am not legally an adult yet. Which is bull. I have been an adult for the past three centuries; they can't force me to live with people that are supposed to be my "foster parents." But since I was turned at seventeen, I guess they think that my age counts against me.
But, if I didn't live with them, then I couldn't go to school. And I NEED to go to school. Especially a school that could maybe help me control my temper and help me try to not set things on fire. Oh, did I tell you that along with being a vampire, I am a pyro?
One of the things I found out about one hundred years down my existence. Turns out that my father was one of the first pyrokinettics ever born. Too bad he wasn't around when my new powers decided to show up. So I had to deal with not only learning to control my appetite, but I also had to deal with learning not to set things on fire when I became scared or angry. Honestly, I only have set four houses on fire, and I put them all out.
I was sitting on my bed, reading Twilight. I really wish I have met Stephenie Meyer. She has no idea how accurate she is on her vampire facts.
My clock said that its 7:40. My bus arrives at 7:55. Even though I never sleep and can move almost at the speed of sound, I am still not a morning person and I move relatively slow in the morning. Well, it's slow for me.
I jumped off of my bed and grabbed the jeans I had worn the night before that were laying across my computer chair. I pulled them on, then walked to my closet to find my black v-neck sweater with the holes in the edges of the sleeves for my thumbs. Although the temperature was about 76 degrees, I always wore covering clothes. Its not that my skin looked bad; it was the fact that every time I walked out into the sun, my skin glittered. People tended to stare at me when I first walked into the sun after I was changed. These shirts also covered up the very distinct etching of white fire that ran up the lengths of both arms, starting from the tops of my hands and ending at my shoulders. These were an after effect of receiving my pyrokinetic powers. Along with the red streak in the underside of my hair.
I looked in the mirror. Mostly I don't care how I look; being a vampire sharpened and beautified my features, making my features more beautiful then anyone could imagine. I'm not trying to be vain; it's the truth. I had cut my brown hair short before I came here, and now the layers had grown out a little bit and my bangs fell past my nose if I let them hang in the middle of my face. Today the circles that were usually dark were not as distinct as usual and my eyes were a gorgeous shade of gold. I never bothered with makeup. I thought that it was a waste of time.
I grabbed my gray hoodie and my backpack and walked out of my room. I ran down stairs, making absolutely no noise. Another upside to being a vampire. I could be as quiet as I wanted to be. I could smell Ally's cooking in the kitchen, but I didn't stop in there. I had hunted last night, just to make sure that I couldn't be tempted by any of the new people that I would have to interact with today.
I walked outside and shut the door as quietly as I possibly could. Even though Ally and her husband were supposed to be my "foster parents", I wasn't close enough to actually say good morning. I slipped on my hoodie, pulling the hood over my face to keep the sun from reflecting on it. I slung my backpack over my right shoulder and walked down the steps and though the front gate. The bus stop was only three blocks away from my house, and I had nine minutes to get there. Plenty of time to walk around aimlessly before I actually had to be there.
When headquarters found out that I was moving to Maxville, they went absolutely berserk. They had been tracking the fact that I was a pyro and that I had to leave town every ten or so years. Alongside with being mostly indestructible, pyrokintetics are also immortal. They knew that I was a pyrokinetic but what they didn't know was that I was a blood sucking vampire could easily wipe out their entire city in just minutes.
They didn't like that very much.
So instead of spending the summer getting to know my new surroundings and to maybe get a little more control over my powers, I had to stay in a security cell for three months so the headquarters could find out if I could resist human blood as well as I said I could. They also wanted to test out my other abilities, for experimental purposes, just in case this ever happened again.
So, I have no idea where anything is in the town, and I have no more control over my powers then I did before I left Europe.
Granted, they did at least put me into a nice neighborhood, not some ghetto apartment where I would have to keep about seven locks on my door. Obviously I wouldn't need it, but I was still grateful. The house I was living in now was huge: four bedrooms, four bathrooms, two stories, plus an attic and a secret sanctum. The Ally and her husband are retired superheroes, but they said that I could use their sanctum if I wanted. I wasn't sure that I would take them up on the offer, but it was a very nice gesture.
As I slowly walked around the neighborhood, I noticed that all of the houses here were relatively the same structure; huge house, with enormous front yard with at least one tree. I liked trees. They gave the area a sense of closeness, not a vast open land that felt very unsafe and vulnerable.
The sky today was sunny, a normal day for the beginning of September. I looked up at the sky, still keeping my hood on, and watched a bird fly across the sky. Or at least I thought it was a bird. I still watched is and noticed that it was being propelled by an engine. The last time I checked, birds were NOT propelled by engines.
I walked on, only one block to go and about three minutes to get there. I don't remember the last time I walked so slowly to get to a destination. Unless there were crowds of people that could easily have noticed that I was there one minute and ten yards away in just seconds. I could see the bus stop on the corner. Only two more minutes.
I hadn't been able to run in a long time. I looked around to see if any spying people were outside. There was no one, so I grabbed hold of my backpack and ran to the bus stop. More like I teleported to the bus stop. It was so fast. I could feel the wind through my hair and on my face. It felt good to run. I was considering running around the block, but just then two people turned the corner, and was walking my direction. I got a close look at them. It was no one the looked remotely old enough to go to high school. They looked like they were about seven years old. They ran past me without a passing glance and turned the corner to probably continue running up the block. I smiled as I remembered being the little. Of course that was in the seventeen hundreds, so our childhoods were very different. While thinking about my childhood that happened so long ago, the bus pulled up to the bus stop. The doors opened.
I walked onto the bus, receiving a nod from the vey old bus driver. I looked down the aisle. There was no one on the bus. So I walked down to the very back and took my seat in the right corner. I took out my book and started to read.
I was so engrossed in my book, that I didn't notice the first few stops that the bus made. A few people looked back to where I was sitting, but none of them came near me. I was fine with that. Being in solitude didn't bother me. I actually liked it. After the fourth stop, the bus became too noisy, so concentrating on my book wasn't going to work. So instead I watched the kids on the bus. Many of them were showing off their powers. One guy had six arms, and a nerdy kid could turn himself into a giant rock. I actually didn't see that one, but he explained it enough for me to get the picture. Another kid could glow. I didn't see that one either, because it was too bright inside the bus for him to make a difference. The girl with the purple hair could shape shift into a guinea pig and the guy dressed in all orange could melt. I had to think about that one for a minute. When I could picture it in my mind, I laughed out loud.
We had hit another stop and two more people got onto the bus. One was a kid who needed someone to tell him that patriotism is welcomed, but wearing red white and blue was completely unnecessary to show that you like your country. The other person, a girl was wearing jeans and a green t-shirt. Her flaming red hair was pulled up into a ponytail. They sat up in front, talking to the purple kid, the melting kid and the glowing kid.
The bus drove on for about two more minutes until we came to yet another bus stop. Only one person came onto the bus. He was wearing all black; black jeans, black shirt, even a black leather jacket. His long hair fell across his face and I could see the red streak on the right side of his head. Woopdee do. Another pyro.
When he walked onto the bus, the patriotic kid and friends greeted him. Tall, dark and broody just nodded a greeting and walked down the aisle. He walked all the way down to the end of the row. He stopped right next to me. He glared at me and I glared back.
"You're in my seat," he growled. I looked around at the seat I was occupying.
"I don't see your name on it," I counter growled. I could see him becoming angrier. I think he thought that if he just stared at me long enough that I was going to move.
"Look, there is an empty seat right here," I said pointing to the empty seat next to me. "How about you sit here, and get over it already. I'm not moving."
He didn't like the fact that I wouldn't move.
"How about you move, and I won't be forced to roast you alive?" he said in his most threatening voice.
I burst out laughing.
"You serious?" I asked between laughs. He didn't see what was so funny.
"Alright, fine. I'll humor you." I stood up and walked past him, up the aisle.
"But, just so you know. Next time that won't work." And I walked up the aisle and sat down in the empty seat up front.