A new fic yay! I know I start too many ._. deal with it guys! So yeah.

The pairings are vampire!Jaime/Bart and abusive!Tim/Garfield. Reminder that this story is M rated, for future chapters. Just a warning. So don't like, don't read. My version of a vampire is different than Twilight, and not cliché at all. Anyway, read on please!

He had short black hair and eyes like pools of molten chocolate. He wore all black, except for a blue scarab hanging from his neck. His name was Jaime Reyes, and he was the new student at Central High. Or at least, that's what I observed from watching him during 1st period, at the back of the room. He didn't introduce himself when Mr. Brook asked him to; he just stood there with his arms crossed, his face expressionless.

"Ok then…this is Jaime Reyes. Jaime, you can sit next to uh…Cassie," the teacher pointed at the 2nd row, 3rd desk to a smiling blonde girl. Jaime sauntered over to his seat, sitting in the chair and looking bored.

"Hi! I'm Cassie," she said in a cheerful voice. He just gave her a blank stare, his gaze running over all the students in the room.

When his dark eyes met mine, he stared, not moving on to look at the next student. I felt my face heat up and dropped my gaze, drumming my fingers nervously against the English book I was secretly reading in between lectures. I could still feel his gaze and wondered why he was looking at me and not Cassie. I wasn't exactly a popular, in fact—

"Bart, can you please pay attention?" Mr. Brook's annoyed voice startled me; I jumped in my seat and sat up straight, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly.

"Sorry," I mumbled, looking apologetically at him. He just sighed and continued talking about the different types of literature. I opened up my book beneath the desk and began to read again, forgetting all about Jaime Reyes as I sunk into a different, much better world.

As soon as the bell rang, I jumped to my feet, threw my backpack over one shoulder, and raced out of the room at top speed. I had to get to music before they came, before—

"Hey, white boy!"

Crap. A tall boy with black hair and icy blue eyes shoved me against the locker. I swallowed hard, forcing a large grin onto my face. My backpack slid off my shoulders as I squirmed.

"Hey, what's up Tim?" I asked, my feet trying to touch the ground but failing. He sneered in my face, pushing me by the neck even harder.

"Shut up Allen," he snarled, kneeing me in the stomach. I let out a groan of pain and yelped as he dropped me, punching me square in the face. Blood ran down my face as I stared up at him with watery green eyes.

"Tim…Tim, leave him alone." A frightened voice spoke up, and a small boy with wide green eyes pulled on his sleeve. Tim turned away from me, his anger fading when his eyes fell upon Garfield.

"Hey babe," he smirked, trying to kiss him, but Gar pushed him away, looking at me sadly. I winced at the pity.

"Leave him alone! He doesn't deserve this and—" Tim roughly kissed Gar, who emitted a pathetic yelp of protest, cutting him off and pressing their bodies together.

"I'll see you at lunch," he smirked, completely ignoring what the younger boy was saying.

"No, you won't. Not unless you leave him alone," Garfield glared at the ebony, then offered me a hand. I took it and stood up, stemming the blood flow from my nose with my sleeve. The crowd that gathered had dispersed, and I realized I was late for 2nd period. Not that I cared anyways.

"Fine. I'll leave the freak alone," Tim huffed, sending me a death glare before stalking off.

"You ok?" Gar asked, and I nodded grimly. He wasn't really my friend—no one wanted to be associated with me ever since 2 Decembers ago—but he occasionally stood up for me whenever Tim cornered me in the hall. Other than that, everyone avoided me. I felt bad for him though. He was Tim's boyfriend, but the older boy was a bit abusive. Garfield rarely had a say in any conversation, but he really did love Tim. Gar gave me a sad smile before walking off to the band room. I dabbed at my nose again, and was about to pick my backpack again when I felt someone watching me. A shiver ran up my spine as I turned and met cold brown eyes. I swallowed hard and averted my eyes from Jaime, not knowing why he had seemed to take an interest in me. Since I was looking down I didn't realize he was approaching me until he was pinning me against the lockers.

For the 2nd time today, I was helpless and at the mercy of my captor. Jaime easily held me in place, even though I was kicking and struggling madly. My punches seemed to bounce off his chest, and his eyes glinted when I heard a crack. He was still pinning me, but his gaze flickered to my pained hand and he dropped me.

"O-ow! Sh*t! Sh*t!" I swore, letting out a sharp scream of pain and jumping up and down. The pain was sharp and bubbled in my stomach for some reason.

Jaime studied me carefully before wrapping his gingers around my wrist and pulling me along with him. His fingers were soft but cold. I didn't even protest, just mumbled in pain, trying not to scream again. He didn't say anything; in fact, I hadn't heard his voice even once. I glared at him and yanked my hand away from him. Actually, I tried to, but his loose fingers had a steel grasp. I planted my feet firmly and scowled.

"Aren't you even going to say sorry?" I demanded. His face remained blank like it always had, but something changed in his eyes; a dart of amusement flashed in them before he answered me.

"If I recall, you were the one attacking me in the first place." His voice as soft and smooth and lovely, like molten chocolate. Just like his eyes, I found myself thinking. His lip twitched upward for a fraction of a second, so quickly that I could have imagined it.

"I…you pushed me and—"

He suddenly reached out and touched the bridge of my nose lightly. I stopped in the middle of my sentence, feeling my face heat up as he stared at me openly and heatedly. I gingerly put a hand under my nose and realized it wasn't bleeding anymore. All the dried blood on my face had vanished too. My jaw dropped as I cast him an unbelieving look.

"How did you—" I broke off as he began to pull me down the hall again. My eyes roamed over his black jacket, boots, and jeans, and I wondered how such a rough looking boy could have such a melodic voice. My thoughts wandered to how he had just healed my injuries within a second, a second! Was he some kind of wizard? He didn't look it at all.

"You talk too much," was all he said, a slight smile sliding across his face before it vanished. I just let him pull me, and we stopped outside a door that I recognized as the nurse's room.

He pulled open the door and I stepped inside, my wrist aching so badly that yellow spots blurred my vision. The nurse immediately stood up when she saw how twisted my wrist was, getting out an ice pack and a few more tools.

"Back again Bart?" she gave me a warm smile, which turned to ice when her eyes fell upon the Hispanic male next to me.

"How did this happen?" she asked in a clipped tone. I was fumbling around for an excuse when Jaime told her smoothly, "I accidentally closed my locker on his hand."

She gave him a dirty look as she fixed my wrist. It was just sprained, and needed to be iced. In a week or so it would be healed. I held the ice on it, wincing at the freezing cold temperature. Jaime escorted me out of the room, his hand gently resting on the small of my back. Wherever his cold hand touched sent sparks of electricity up my spine.

We both stopped in the hall; I looked at the floor and he looked at me. Uncomfortable, I bit my lip and looked up at him, trying not to smile at his continuing poker face.

"So uh…I've got to get to music," I said, adjusting my backpack straps.

"I'm new, think you could show me around?" Jaime asked, and suddenly I realized how long and black his lashes were.

"Y-yeah! Sure." I stumbled over my words nervously, though I wasn't sure why, and began to walk down to the music hall. When I looked back, Jaime was following me, fingering the blue scarab around his neck.

Woot! First chapter ^^' next one in Jaime's POV!

~samx