Adam slumped down in his seat, the second row from the back of the classroom. English was dull. He could think of many better things to be doing at this precise time. Pupils smudging orange foundation on their faces and gobby boys chucking paper planes around made his day a whole lot better. Not. Suddenly the smell of wet dog filled his nostrils as he looked up to see Christa standing next to him.
'Is this seat taken?' she questioned, pointing towards the broken piece of plastic.
'No. 'He replied. He just wasn't in the mood for chat. Somehow Christa knew this, so she sat and unpacked her bag in silence. Miss Fegal walked through the door, books in hand, dropping them off row by row until she reached the front. This did not interest Adam, for the sound of blood pumping through her veins was far more exciting. In fact, he was so enthralled with it that he did not notice Christa receive a note from the boy in front until she slammed her fist onto the desk angrily.
Through gritted teeth she muttered something, but Adam could not care less for one of her mood swings. He understood that she was a hormonal teenager and a werewolf on top of that, but it didn't mean she had to take it out on everyone else. The boys on the row in front stated laughing at her reaction which triggered Christa to stand up and move to the furthest seat at the back. Adam turned around confused, which is when he noticed the note on the floor. He picked it up gently, turning it over to read a small text scrawled on the lined paper.
Dear Christa. You're well fit…JOKES. You stink like crap. Do every one a favour, have a shower, K?
'What the hell is this?' Adam proclaimed to the class, which by now was silent and every one was staring at him.
'I said, what the HELL is this?' He repeated, rising to his feet. Danny Curtis stood up smugly, taking the note from Adam's balled up hand.
'it's what EVERYONE thinks of your girlfriend. Would you mind if I read it out?' Adam stopped in his tracks. From the corner of his eye he saw Christa sink in her seat, burying her head in her arms.
'I DON'T THINK THAT IS NECESSARY DANIEL. SIT DOWN. YOU TOO ADAM.' Miss Fegal gestured for them to take their seats. No one moved. Adam narrowed his eyes, moving his face closer to Danny's.
'Leave her alone. What the fuck has she done to you?'
'Dear Christa…You're well fit-' Danny was interrupted suddenly when Adam swung his arm round, clipping him on the chin. He toppled backwards but steadied himself on the desk.
'WHAT THE HELL, MAN?' reaching for his book, he lobbed it through the air. Adam ducked as soon as he realised what was going on. Instead, it hit Christa in the face.
'THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH. ADAM, OUTSIDE NOW!' Miss Fegal screeched at him, whilst Danny laughed and walked back over to join his friends.
That's when he smelt it.
The sweet, sweet smell. It was so appealing. He felt his stomach groan with hunger. He turned around, only to see blood running down Christa's face. Her eyes were alarmed, she knew what this meant. She had to make a break for it. Grabbing her jacket, she rushed passed everyone, slamming through the wooden door and into the hall.
Adam started to walk towards the exit. He felt his pace quicken as the smell seemed further and further away.
He stopped, startled, when Miss Fegal grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the corridor. She slammed the door and faced him, her eyes dark with anger.
'What on earth are you playing at? Mr Jacobs, are you paying any attention? You could have SERIOUSLY hurt Daniel, and with a result of your larking around Christa has been injured. You better go find her and make sure she is alright. After that you will be seeing me after school for a detention. Go now – GET OUT OF MY SIGHT.' She spat the words with hatred at him, whilst trying to stand on her tiptoes to reach his height.
'Miss – I really don't think me checking up on her is a good idea'
'Why not? Because you are afraid of her? HIGHLY unlikely Adam. Go and apologise to her and return to my classroom with a new attitude please' She turned on her heels, entering the door, screeching at everyone to be quiet.
Frustrated, Adam kicked the wall then walked down the long corridor. Peering around the corner, he could see that Christa was not in sight. Oh well he thought, she couldn't of gone far. He walked towards the girls lavatory and knocked on the door.
'Christa?' he mumbled.
Brandy Mulligan emerged with a confused look on her face.
'I see we meet again. She's not in there by the way. Why are you looking for her?'
'She got wacked in the face and ran off. Any idea where she went?'
'Oh, LIKELY story Adam. Probably want to meet up to have a quick shag session before Biology. I don't know why though, she stinks like hell' she smirked and walked passed him, brushing shoulders. She turned around to face him once more.
'And no, I don't know where she is' She said sweetly, before starting to walk away. His gaze followed her down the hallway. His stomach groaned again. If only he could feed.
It wasn't Brandy's blood he could smell though. It was someone else's. He followed his senses to the storeroom cupboard, where he opened the door slowly.
Christa was hunched over, sat on an overturned bucket. She was holding a bloody tissue to her nose, but it wasn't successfully working as it has splashed all over the floor. She stared at him, a panic stricken look which seemed permanently etched on her face.
He was so hungry, what did you expect?
Matt wandered down the hall aimlessly. Nothing interested him. He walked into the lesson were Christa and Adam were supposed to be but they weren't there, which was odd. He knew Christa generally stormed out of classrooms on a regular basis but it was very unlike Adam to do so as well.
Suddenly, he heard a sound that interrupted his thoughts. They were almost like muffled shouts for help. He picked up speed, following where it originated. Turning the corner he stopped dead. Blood was seeping through the bottom of the cupboard door. He hurried over, swinging it open at such a speed that Adam fell backwards with surprise.
'Adam? Wha-' His heart stopped beating. Not that it's even possible, he's already dead, but it stopped again. Well, at least he though it did.
Christa was limp against a broom stick and a pile of mops, blood gushing out through her nose and neck.
'Oh my god…' he tried to speak but words only came out as a whisper. Matt turned to face Adam, who was lying on the floor licking his lips.
'What have you done to her? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?' Matt grabbed his shirt, hauling him against the wall. Adam shook his head, like he was shaking the dark side of him away.
'What? Matt, what are you doing? Get off me you freak! Let go!' He eased his grip as Adam struggled to be released.
'What the fuck was that for?'
'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?'
Matt gestured to Christa, who was still unconscious.
Adam stared at her. Dumbfounded. His mouth opened but no sound escaped his lips.
The sound of stiletto heels could be heard, Adam started to panic. Was Christa dead? He ran round the corner, into an empty art classroom and bundled himself into a cupboard. Matt didn't follow him.
A woman screamed and the shrill of the bell filled the school. Oh god.
Adam heard gasps and shouting, someone asking to call 999 whilst others were retching at the sight.
What has he done?