Can you climb walls? Are you nearly invincible? Can you become any animal you want? Can you see impeccably in a pitch black room?
I know someone who can!
I can!
He slowly walked down the wall as I watched completely unnoticed. His dark hair, what seemed to be almost black eyes, now a glowing red color He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and looked around to make sure no one was watching him. His eyes flashed my way and I sank further behind the dumpster hoping he didn't see me. I peeked around the corner and his eyes were locked on something. Me? Impossible? He can't see me can he? He swiftly jumped from the wall to the ground right in front of the dumpster. His eyes looking straight at the spot where I was standing. I had to battle myself to keep from running away. Suddenly there was a loud crash from behind and he darted past me. My eyes followed him to a door. Walking away from the door was a man about 5 foot 3 in a suit and tie. The man's eyes grew wide as Draco threw him to the ground and knocked him unconscious. Then he bit the man. After the man was completely drained he threw him down and turned back toward me. Oh Crap! He can see me! -
-Two weeks earlier-
*RINNNGGGGGGG*
"Is that the bell?" Clinton asked subtle irritation in his voice.
"Yea! You Ready for another annoying day in Mrs. Williams class?" I asked extremely sarcastically.
"HA!" He laughed picking up his bags and walking down the stairs. We walked to class talking about random boring things like school and the weather. It was a normal "winter" day in Mulberry, Florida. There was an 80 % chance of rain, the clouds were forming, the sky was dark, and it was slightly chilly outside. Mrs. Williams was late like normal. The class was standing outside the classroom chatting when "he" walked up.
"He is HOT!' Clinton said in just barely a whisper.
"MMMMHHMMMM!" I replied looking the new kid over.
"Who are you?" David asked scrunching his nose in slight disgust at his style. David was a senior, redneck, baseball playing, big truck driving, football, and NASCAR watching, outspoken boy who didn't give a crap about what people thought.
"Hello! My name is Draco. Nice to meet you. Is this Mrs. Williams class?" He asked. He had a slight accent but I couldn't tell from where. British? Irish? Italian? Latin? He looked around the group and then back to David as he said, "Yea, This is it, She's just late like always."
"Oh okay then"
He walked over and stood by me and Clinton. The class returned to their talking about whatever.
"So what's your name?" He asked looking at me. But of course I just stood there like an idiot.
"He asked you what your name is Sam! Geese! I'm sorry for my friend's weirdness. Her name is Samantha but as you heard some of us call her Sam even though she hates it. And I'm Clinton."
"Hello. And Hi Samantha. And just for the record I don't think you're weird it's alright to be shy when meeting someone new." He said smiling widely. Clinton walked away and started talking to Rebekah.
"So, how late is she going to be?"
I just shrugged in reply and looked the other way.
"I don't bite. It's okay to talk to me." He said with a slight grin.
"Sorry I…I just z-zoned out."
"That's okay. So how late is she normally?"
"Ummmm Welll she's normally here by now and I don't know when she'll get here."
And she never did get there. She just didn't show up. I suppose the office didn't know she wasn't there or they would have sent us a substitute but since they didn't we all just stood there the whole period and talked. Draco kept trying to talk to me even though I really didn't want to talk to him.
He ended up following me to my next class which it turns out he had with me! GREAT!
Mrs. Champagne assigned him the empty seat next to me which again was just GREAT! We also had the same lunch together. GREAT right! And we had a lot of other classes together. He was put into my group in Spanish class too. He was a very peculiar boy. He never ate lunch. He never drank anything. He never used the bathroom. And he kept himself secluded from everyone else as often as he could. But other than that he was very , very attractive. He was slightly tan with black hair, and a Sexy accent. But his eyes. They were pitch black! And if you looked into them it was like being sucked into a black hole.
Clinton of course liked him and the first thing he wanted to know was if he was gay. But me. Well. I didn't like him. There was just something about him. Every time he came into a room I got chills. And I'm not talking the good kind of chills you get when someone sings an absolutely beautiful song I'm talking about the ones you get watching a creepy movie.