It's only been a few days since Warren started to attend Sky High. One of the bullies had already killed him in PE while participating in a game of Save the Citizen. The older boy used his super speed to create a vortex that sucked the oxygen away from the area where Warren was standing trying to use his ability to control fire.
I was sitting in the bleachers, day dreaming, when I sensed a sudden change in the atmosphere. Within seconds of the disturbance, I heard one less heartbeat in the gym. I looked at where Warren was and saw him lying on the floor, not breathing. I saw the boy with super speed just standing there, frozen in fear with a look of panic on his face. His teammate had just gotten over to him to see what was going on. Warren's teammate, Will Stronghold, was sitting on the floor next to Warren, checking his pulse. He was holding Warren in his arms, one arm around his shoulders, the other around his torso.
"What the heck is going on down there?" Coach Sonic Boom asked.
"I'll go make sure everything's alright," I said, already knowing what I was going to find down there.
My name is Serendah Cilis. I'm a freshman, but I'm the strongest and most powerful person in the entire school. I have the most powers any one has had in the history of Sky High. All of the students both fear and respect me. Same with the teachers.
I teleport down to where Warren and Will are at. I kneel down in front of Will. When I check Warren's pulse, I notice that his eyes are wide open. His eyes are glassy and blank. When I feel that his heart isn't beating, I close his eyes. I then look up at the coach and shake my head. Only then do I notice that Will is crying. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay Will. Why don't I take Warren out of here? I can bring him back, but not here," I say with a friendly smile.
"Why don't you take Will with you Serendah?" I hear the coach say from behind me.
I turn around and nod to him. I take Warren out of Will's arms and help Will to his feet. He's still quietly crying when I teleport the three of us to my house. My house is a small, two story building. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and an office. It is on the school campus.
"Where are we?" Will asks, tears still flowing down his face.
"My house," I say as I walk out of the living room, carrying Warren.
Will was about to say something, but I was already down the hall. I had taken Warren to one of the guest bedrooms and locked the door. I sat on the bed with him in my lap. His body is limp but rigger is starting to set in, and that bothers me a little, it usually takes at least a few hours for rigger to set in. I put a silence charm on him so that he can't scream at what I'm about to do.
I'm part Vampire, and I'm about to blow that secret way out of the water. I take in a sharp breath and bite Warren's neck. The second my venom gets in his blood, his eyes snap open. It takes his body a few seconds to register what is happening, but when he finally realizes what I'm doing, he does the most unoriginal thing in the universe. Warren tries to scream. However, by the time he even thinks to scream, he passes out.
I know that you're probably wondering why the fuck he passed out. To tell you the truth, that's the ONLY constant in the whole transformation. Don't ask why, I honestly can't answer.
When he passes out, I remove my fangs from his soft yet tough flesh. My eyes are blood red, and Warren's blood is dripping down and off of my chin. Something in my head is telling me to steel the rest of the blood in the already weak boy's body. I shake the thought away. I bite my palm, suck out a bit of blood, and give the blood to Warren, to complete his transformation. I smile as his eyes flutter open. His eyes are now a permanent shade of red, and at that sight, my smile turns into a sympathetic frown, paired with a look of worry in my eyes. His eye color proves that he isn't a new-blood, but a fledgling, a younger, weaker version of a new-blood.
"Where's Will?" he asks, with concern drowning his tone, as his eyes scan the room, looking for his friend.
"He's safe," I say calmly.
"Where is he?!" Warren asks again, sitting straight up, eyes wide in fear and worry.
"He's in the living room, right down the hall," I say, confused. The door silently unlocks and opens.
Within seconds, Warren is down the hall, in the living room. When I walk in, I see him sitting on the couch with Will. Will has his arms up, hands balled up in tight fists, and his face is buried in Warren's chest. Warren has his arms wrapped around the smaller, crying teen. He has one arm around his shoulders, his hand rubbing Will's back in a soothing and comforting style, and his other hand rested gently on the back of Will's head.
"I thought I lost you," Will said in between sobs.
"I know. I'm so sorry for scaring you, Will. I'll never do it again," Warren says with an apologetic and loving tone in his voice.
"You had better not! The next time you die, I'm going to kill myself!"
"Will, don't do that. I love you too much to let you ever do that."
"You mean it?" Will is now looking up at Warren, and Warren's looking down at him.
"Of course, I'll always love you. I'll love you even in death."
"I love you, too, Warren. You're mine and don't ever forget it," Will says as he closes his eyes and curls up further into Warrens embrace. "Question."
"What is it?"
"How is it that you're always so warm?"
"I'm pretty sure that it has something that has to do with my ability to create and control fire."
"Awesome," Will states as he rapidly falls asleep in Warren's arms.
"So, what's the story with you two?" I ask from the doorway. Warren blushes the second he hears me. "You know what? Never mind. I probably don't want to know anyways. Do you drink coffee?"
"No, I don't drink coffee," he says, the redness in his face dissipating slowly.
"How about Mr. Pibb?"
"Yeah," he says, turning back to Will.
I set up the coffee pot and turn it on, while walking over to Warren to hand him an ice cold can of Mr. Pibb. When I sit down next to Warren, Will shifts in Warren's arms, making the teen blush a little bit more than before.
"If you want, I could put him in one of the guest rooms," I say.
"You don't have to," he said, trying not to be a burden.
"It wouldn't be a burden," I say after I read his thoughts. He has a stupefied look on his face.
"What?"
"I read your thoughts. I'm a telepath, among other things. Here, I'll take him to the guest room," I say. Warren willingly lets me take Will from his arms to the guest room. When I get back, my coffee is finished brewing. I pour myself a cup; add some milk and four scoops of sugar. After I finish making my cup of coffee, I walk back into the living room and sit on the couch on the side opposite from Warren, who is still drinking his soda. I see the look on his face and ask, "What's on your mind?"
"Not much."
"But there's still something bothering you?"
"Yeah, I guess. I'm just wondering if I, you know, hurt Will when I died. I just can't stand the thought of him being hurt, emotionally or physically. Do you understand what I'm talking about?" Warren looked at me with a confused and hurt expression smearing his face.
"Yeah, I do. I'm 1,700,001 years old. I've had to hide most of my life. My species is currently in a war with my boyfriend's species. I have more kids and siblings than I care to count that have had to go through exactly what you're going through, and what you fear you put Will through. Simply put, this isn't my first rodeo."
"Wow. I never knew that you had such a tough life. My mom's gone, my dad's in prison serving four life sentences in a row. But, you have more issues in life than me."
"At least you know where your parents are. My mom was KIA and my dad's literally running Hell."
"Holy shit! That's got to suck. Does our dad ever come to see you?"
"He doesn't have to. I'm the only person that can say that they've literally been to Hell and back. More than once too. I tend to say that my life is so fucked up that if I die, it'll be too late."
With that said, there's an awkward moment of silence. Then we both start to laugh.
"I know what it feels like to be on both ends of that feeling."
"I guess that you know more about how I'm feeling than I do," Warren says with a small smile, a quiet chuckle, and his head down. I can hear the confusion and frustration in his voice.
"I haven't ever heard that tone come out of you," I say. It's my turn to be confused.
"I only use this tone when I'm worried about Will."
"You must really love him, huh?" I question.
"Yeah, I would do anything to make sure he stays safe. I would rather die than see him get hurt," he says as tears start to flow down his face. I take a look into his thoughts and see what Warren remembers of a recent nightmare. It's just a picture. Will's lying in a pool of blood with a huge hole in his chest. His eyes are wide open, glassy, and blank. Warren's siting on his knees next to Will, shirt soaked in his lover's blood. Will's parents are standing behind him, crying. Warren's eyes are full of rage, and he has a gun in his hand. The gun is aimed at where his father must have been standing, because he's on the ground dead. Then, the picture changes. It's the same scene, only something's different. Will's parents are shouting something at Warren with their arms stretched out toward him. Warren now has the barrel of the gun pressed to his temple. His finger is on the trigger, half way to firing. Then, I hear Will's parents scream no and a loud bang. After the bang, everything goes black.
When I finally return to reality, I realize that I'm sitting right next to Warren, with my arms wrapped around him. He's facing me, and I'm facing him. His face is buried in my chest and he's crying. "It's okay," I say while rubbing his back to try to comfort the crying teen.
He cries for about half an hour. Then, he sits back and wipes the tears off of his face. I can sense that he knows that I was in his head and saw the nightmare. He's shaking like crazy. I know that I'm the one that triggered him to cry. I poked around his memories and stumbled across a sensitive memory.
"I haven't cried that much since I had that nightmare."
"If you don't mind me asking, what do you remember from the time you had that nightmare?"
"I was at Will's house. When I had that dream, I woke up screaming. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled back down to the bed by someone strong. I was already crying when I hit the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and said,' it's okay. It was just a bad dream. It's alright to cry.' I just cried more and I don't know why. I was facing him. My face was buried in his chest. I remember that I was so close to him that I could feel how warm his body was. I don't even know why I was still crying. I felt comfortable being so close to Will. I thought that I blinked, because everything went dark for a second or two, but I had fallen asleep and woken up a few hours later. I was still crying, but not as much. Will hadn't fallen asleep. His arms were still wrapped around me so tightly that my body was pressed against his. That was the first time he ever saw me cry. At that time, we had been dating for a few months, but I never let him see me cry. I just thought that crying made me look weak. A weak person couldn't protect him," he said. When he was done talking, he finished off his soda.
"I can understand how you feel. I, sort of, mind-melded with you for a second there. Sorry, but at least now I know why you're protective over him," I say with a gentle and calming smile. "This must be a very sensitive topic."
"Kind of," Warren says with a cocky, yet affirmative, grin.
"Okay then. Want to watch some TV?" I ask, grabbing the remote.
"Sure, if you want."
I turn on the TV and ask, "Do you like CSI: SVU?"
"Who the hell doesn't?"
"I know. It's so annoying when I'm trying to talk to someone about one of their cases and they're all like 'What the fuck are you talking about?' Then they walk off."
"That IS annoying," Warren says with a look of agreement as I turn on one of the episodes I recorded.
After about seven episodes, Will wakes up. He walks in, sits on Warren's lap, and kisses him. He's still a little drowsy, but he manages to keep his eyes open, barely. He's got his arms wrapped around Warren's neck and rests his head on his shoulder. Warren wraps his arm around Will's waste and gently wipes sleep away from the smaller teen's eyes.
"How long have I been out?" Will asks.
"About seven hours. You haven't had much sleep lately have you?" Warren says.
"He's worried that his parents will be mad at him about something. It's unclear what though," I say.
"How'd you know?" Will asks, now wide awake.
"You read his mind didn't you?" Warren asks.
"I'm a telepath and yes."
"See that's all Will."
"Warren? What are those?" Will asks as he runs his finger over the bite marks on his boyfriend's neck.
Warren places his hand over the marks. "Nothing."
"It doesn't take a telepath to know that you're hiding something. Tell me," Will says with an amusing look on his face and a tone of annoyance in his voice.
"I'd rather not."
"He's a Vampire now," I say. "Well, technically, he's a Fledgling. Don't ask me why. I would suggest that the two of you stay here."
"Why?" Warren asks. Will's face is one of worry.
"Because Fledglings are rare. There's only about ten of you guys that have ever been "created" so to speak. We don't know exactly how it happens. All we know is that it has something to do with how a Pure-Blood's venom makes the person's DNA react. It's always been someone with powers of some kind that became a fledgling."
"Who are the others? What are their powers?"
"Their powers have to do with a different part of nature. Snow is the legendary Jack Frost, Spirit of Winter. Ice is Elsa, daughter of Jack Frost. Water is Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. Earth is Dagur the Deranged, Chieftain of the Berserkers. You're the pyro of the group. Air is Peter Pan, defender of Never Land. Darkness is Zero Kiryu, the cursed twin. Light is Danny Fenton/Phantom, the Halfa. Lightening is Ichigo Kurosaki, the boy who's one third Soul Reaper, one third Hollow, and one third Quincy. Don't ask. The last one, balance is Raiden Pierce-Okamodo, the Kaijudo acolyte that was born on the other side of the Veil. Every one of them and the people who are closest to them are under the protection of either a Pure-Blood or a trusted human."
