Four Eyes

He stroked her cheek tenderly, holding her close. The full moon shone over the lake. All that was heard was the whispers of the trees that passed through the woods and the young female's beating heart. He smiled at her -- almost tauntingly -- with lustful, bedroom eyes. They burned into her. She averted her gaze, her cheeks rosy. He traced the line of her neck and touched her soft, warm flesh . . . Blood rushed through her veins ever so quickly. The blue eyed male leaned in and put and hand through her golden hair. He nuzzled around the blonde locks, inhaling her scent. Bending lower, his lips brushed along her right cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. He closed his eyes, finding her perfect, cherry lips, and caught them with his.

She jerked as an impulse. A whimper escaped her lips. He smiled. Gently he started nibbling her lower lip, more and more, teasing her. Then he pulled her closer, her heart thumping against his chest, and pressed his lips lightly against hers. Soft kisses turned to intense acts of want and desire. His features tensed as he repetitively plunged his tongue down her throat, fully tasting the juices of her mouth, however yearning for more. His want still unsatisfied; his thirst still unquenched.

He pulled back, pleased to find her surprised and wanting more. She began to say something, only to be silenced by his finger to her lips. "All you have to do is look at me," he spoke, his voice almost in a whisper, "and I'll take you to a place you'll like." In disbelief, she stared into his dark blue pools that seemed to outshine the glisten of the lake, later having that stare change turn to a dizzy, happy gaze. He lowered his head, and licked her neck, then grinned wide and bared sleek, white fangs. Then before becoming any more impatient than he already was, he slowly punctured the soft flesh. Blood seeped out from the two holes. He licked it quickly before it stained her shirt then gripped at her shoulders to drink her deeply. Warm . . . and salty . . .

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Damn it.

Damn. Damn. Damn it!

After six whole months of searching I've been able to find two pieces of information about the vampire. Two. Stinkin'. Pieces.

1. It's a dude.

2. He goes to Dante High.

Well, I can't really say for sure -- that info's pretty much false. Yes, the vamp does take liking to females, but it can't be certain it's a male. And yes, it prowls around the area of Dante High, but it could as easily be a student who attends as to just some loony who only picks off the females from that student body. This or that, the obvious choice is to enroll in hopes that I will find that one out of the four thousand students who fit the spot or be one girl out of the other two thousand students to fall prey to it. Both ways just sound fine.

What I have to be wary of is finding the vampire before the next full moon, seeing that all the targets claimed to have been feasted upon those times.

The next full moon . . . is just 26 nights away.

-Yuffie

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Monday morning. Yuffie staggered through the corridors of Dante High, wearing a baggy, dark gray hoody and black dickes shorts with a matching black beanie and a pair of yellow hightop converses. She held onto a strap of her backpack to her side. Unaccustomed to waking any earlier than six at dusk (she has the sleeping outline of a night owl . . .), it would be natural for her to have major mood swings this break of day. She held her class schedule above her face and cringed her eyes, trying to make it out.

"First period," she read, "8 . . . 0 . . . 1? Or is it 364? 861? 304? 39 -- ? Dammit! What the hell does this say?!" Everyone gawked at her, bewildered by such language. She continued yelling like a maniac and cursing under every star until a student with enough courage came to confront her, giving her a slight tap on her shoulder. She blinked, wide-eyed, and turned around two find a chocolate haired boy with glasses and gravity defying hair.

"Hello," he greeted, politely, "Um . . . What exactly is making you go ballistic this early in the morning?" He laughed nervously.

She shut her eyes and turned away from the piece of paper, not wanting to bring awful memories it had gave her a couple of seconds ago, and held it out to his in a fist. It took him a second to realize there was something inside of that murderous hammer of a hand, and opened her clenched fist.

She looked at him surprised when she heard him give a short gasp of delight. "New student, right?" he asked, and before she could reply he added, " 907. We have the same first period together." His smile had widened greatly, though she couldn't have told whether it was because he was genuinely happy or if it was just to mask his tremendous horror.

"Hmm. We have the first two classes and last period together," he continued, handing her back her schedule, "If we'd met earlier, I could've shown you around. Geometry starts in a few minutes." He smiled once more before saying, "I'm Sora, by the way. What's your name?"

"Yuffie," she started, scratching the back of her neck, looking a bit embarrassed, "Yuffie Kirisagi." Another thing she wasn't used to: acquaintances -- given that she usually just locks herself away in her office. A bit strange that we would find the exceptionally hyper ninja have a shy, anti-social side.

"Heh heh," he chuckled softly. "Well then, Yuffie, our first class's this way." He bobbed a head to the left. "Let's go."

Yuffie felt herself twitch at the way he emphasized her name the way he did. She followed him, grinding her teeth under closed lips, as they started off.

They began through the school, about to pass a few smokers laughing by the drinking fountain. One with sleek, silver hair that covered one eye, another fiery, red haired boy and strange eyebrows to match, and the two others with blonde hair -- one taller than the other with a guitar at his side, the other with messy, untamed hair, who had the coldest eyes out of all of them.

Yuffie wanted to observe them for a while longer -- their dark personalities matched one of a night walker -- but Sora seemed to be walking curiously faster than he had been to go by them.

"Hey," she spoke, "Do you know those --"

"Ah!" he said, cutting her off, "Class is just right there." He pointed it out with a finger.

Yuffie looked back at those by the fountain once more -- mentally photographing them into her mind, then disappeared into the classroom with her brunette companion.

The bell rang soon enough, and students entered the classroom, somewhat surprised to see a new student, but even more interested to see Sora with an actual other being.

"Ooooh," one kid mocked as Yuffie took out her notebook, "Looks like little four eyes managed to find himself a 'playmate.'" Yuffie looked up to find the red head with the weird eyebrows and the blonde with the guitar she'd seen at the drinking fountain.

I struck gold! she thought.

Sora fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. As everyone gawked and laughed at him.

Yuffie furrowed her eyebrows, looking around confused by the hilarity. It appears she hadn't caught the earlier joke.

"Now he has her to cry to when someone his glasses," the blonde taunted, imitating a whiny, baby voice, pulling out his lower lip.

The ninja glared at them, then looked at Sora. She blinked when she noticed the strip of tape on the nose of his glasses where it was set to put them together.

Bastards, she muttered in her head, reaching for a shuriken by her thigh, soon realizing that she was to keep a low profile. She winced her eyes, and looked away, ashamed to be no help to her new friend.

Session went on, and the class, with the exception of Yuffie and Sora soon forgot the jokes that were told.

The quiet chocolate haired boy, first in class to finish the assignment glanced upon his neighbor, the great ninja, Yuffie to find her fiercely, yet excitedly scribbling on her paper.

She must REALLY like geometry, he laughed slightly in his head, turning back to his paper, later flinching by a gentle nudge on his shoulder.

He turned again to see a folded scrap of paper inside the raven-haired girl's hand.

He looked at her a moment, then took it when she nudged him with it again.

He opened it and smiled after reading the messy, capitol letters scrawled on the vaguely crimpled piece of paper with little doodles of her looking nerdish and geeky.

I SEEM TO HAVE HAD LEFT MY GLASSES AT HOME.

THINK I CAN BORROW YOURS?

-FOUR EYES IN DISGUISE

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Author's Corner (kind of small in here! Dx): Hello, noble reader! I hope you've enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I've enjoyed writing it!! I had a bit of a difficultly thinking of a name for the high school, as you may not know. (lol) I got help from a friend of mine while I was on aim. (xD) She was the one who suggested names for me. In the end it was either "Dante" or "Zachary." I went with Dante because it had that cool "tay" sound at the end. (xDD)

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