The rain fell mercilessly down on the grave of my mother's. She had died three days ago from blood loss. Now, here I am, standing before the dark, plain tombstone indicating the body of my long-gone mother. The funeral was yesterday, so why was I here, on a rainy day? I decided to have a last look at the depressing scene before moving into a dreadful boarding school which my father was in charge of.
I knew exactly how my mother died. I knew exactly how she lost all that blood. It doesn't mean that anyone would believe me. I wasn't at the scene of the crime, but just looking at the life-less, crumbled figure of my mother on the floor was enough. There were two very deep and large holes in the side of her neck. It may have penetrated the vein that conveys the blood to the head.
My grip tightened by my sides when I thought of the word: Vampire.Stupid vampires. Careless vampires. Mythical vampires. I hate vampires.
I am sixteen years-old. I will be attending the Cross Private Boarding School.
I finally finished packing most of my stuff into a beat-up old bag that was once my mother's. I took a last look at my room. The window seat with see-through green curtains, the lavender colored walls with white lining on the bottom. My messy closet, the untidy bed. The comfort of home. Oh, how I'd miss it.
Before I regretted it, I took a picture of every room in the house and every angle of the house from outside with my digital camera. I smiled at the satisfaction of my thoughtfulness. I'd place it in a scrap book later or something...
I heard a car honk three times outside, calling for me. It sounded like a huge blaring horn threatening to break the house down when in reality, it didn't sound nearly as loud. Confusing, right? You'll get used to it.
I sprinted upstairs in record time and snatched the bag off my bed and sprinted back down. My legs felt like they were burning from the sudden movement. By the time my hand reached the door, I paused to look back at the house I've lived in for so long. Now, I'm just going to leave it. With a heavy sigh, I departed from my home.
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I sat properly in the car: back straight, eye towards the front (sometimes wandering around), and a dignified look. I was riding some sort of limo, but I wasn't all so sure. (I'm not the best with cars, so don't mind me) The driver wore a casually-formal uniform. His hair was dark blond and he was pale. Not like that ghost pale... but... pale.
"Excited?" he suddenly asked. It sounded like one of those thick bells that make a "donggg!" sound. But it wasn't unpleasant.
"Um, not really," I replied back. I was slightly surprised when he asked me. I was more surprised that I was able to reply smoothly.
"Oh, that's too bad. They really get your blood circulating," he replied. I saw the glint in his eyes when he looked at me from the rear-view mirror.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes. Honestly, were his eyes red? Or was it just the sun? Bewildered, I answered with a pathetic, "Okay..."
I
felt the breath inside me suddenly twist around my lungs and almost
suffocated me.
The driver decided to continue our conversation:
"You smell nice. I assume it's a new shampoo? It smells
sweet."
He was kidding, right? I didn't shower today. I swallowed my quick conclusion with difficulty and quickly made something up.
"It's a new lotion I'm using. It's coconut-chocolate," I replied and kept my gaze on the rear-view mirror: just incase he was going to look back at me again.
"Ohh. Very nice. I think it suits you. It's too bad I can't take a bite out of you right now," he chuckled. It sounded dark to me, but that's only me, right?
I licked my lips. I was so sure of it now. But I didn't really have anything to prove to myself. His words sounded so casual and I heard a few of my friends say the things he said to me today. I decided to once again, swallow my conclusion.
The car turned a corner and rode into a drive way. You know those large circle drive ways that go in front of the house then exit back out? Well, that was I was seeing. I ignored my dignified position and scrambled so close to the window my breath fogged the lower part of the window.
I wasn't seeing a school. No, not at all. I was seeing a palace. The building was huge. Beautiful stained windows and bricking. I let out a long sigh and the fog covered up my view. I pulled back from the window and waited for the fog to slowly vanish by itself.
So this was my new home...
The car stopped smoothly and my driver exited first. I was about to pull the handle to leave but it opened before I touched it. My driver held it open for me. I smiled and thanked him. I took a look at his eyes. They were hazel colored. Not red.
Well, there goes my theory...
I pulled my bag out and he slammed the door behind me. I was about to walk away when he tapped my neck lightly and said:
"Take care of this. And the rest."