Chapter One:
The thing about myths is that they all originated from one truth. Over time truths fade and twist into something else, something that can put people at ease. Monsters can be defeated by small trinkets that are seemingly powerful. Unfortunately for some of those monsters, they are now condemned to live their lives in fear of being burned at the steak, being punctured in the heart by a steak, or being shot with a silver bullet. Most monsters learned over the years to live among the humans, find solace in each other and try not to get to friendly with the non-supernatural. The monsters that were once and stilled are now cowards, their lives are held by the people who are scared of them. Unfortunately I am one of those cowards. I hide among everyday people in hopes that I one day will not be harmed for what I am, but that thought makes me scoff, humans harm each other for being of different race or different sexual orientation.
Very slowly I walked to class, prolonging the inevitable, prolonging entering the classroom. School for me was actually kind of fun until I moved to Japan a year ago, then it was boring. When I lived in America at least I had work and a friend to rely on when I was at school. My friend was a whore to say the least, but that was her choice and I supported her. She wanted to have sex, she liked sex and I wasn't going to give her the whole "wait for someone you love" talk. She deserved to be happy, and that is what made her happy. I miss her but I know she is happy in the United States.
Once I turned the corner into the classroom I noticed that the teacher was already there with a smirk on his young face. We exchanged a knowing look to one another but said nothing. He, like me, was a monster. You notice subtle signs of creatures like you whether it be the fake contacts that are rimmed by the red of your actual eye colour, or when you smile the extra point on your teeth.
If you have now guessed I am talking about vampires, and no not like the others that you may have heard of. Vampires are actually just regular people with a disease. We feast on blood, fresh (old just tastes gross and doesn't give us the nutrients we need) we have sharp teeth to get the blood, and we are pale (mostly because vampires are stereotypical introverts. We do die of steaks to the heart (but who doesn't), we can not be killed by garlic, sunlight, or ripping out fangs out, crosses do not scare us, if you have to cut off our heads well that kills normal humans too. We heal better (but not instantly) if we have fresher blood in us, we are not immortal or even live longer than most humans, we can procreate, because we are not the undead. The 'vampire' gene is genetic or by swapping blood, so blood brothers or sisters? Make sure your friend is not a blood sucker. It is just difficult and annoying to be one. You will not be harmed unless you don't consume nutrients in blood, or if killed by people stabbing things through you. Now that you are caught up with my ways I can continue on.
As I was saying our young teacher, Mr. Watshi, threw a small, almost invisible, smile my way before turning back to the board and continued writing. I walked back to my seat as quiet as possible, not to startle anyone on my way over to my desk. I almost chuckled at the thought, no one has noticed my presence since the first day of every year since before high school. I didn't mind, I was never called on or picked on so I had no reason to want to be noticed. I pulled out a Rubik's Cube once I sat down at my seat, right behind a jubilant blonde known as Tamaki Souh. His friend Kyoya Ootori sat right next to him silently taking notes as always, ever watching anyone who walked in or made a sound about their Host Club, which was often enough.
Every once in a while I would look up from the cube and look to the front of the room to see what the class was actually talking about. Something about Vlad the Impaler.
I snorted accidentally causing a few stares my way and shocked looks from the other.
People forgot I was here, and just thought this was an empty desk.
Part of me was a little irritated that I was forgotten, the other part of me wished I would have stayed invisible as a blush crossed my face. I mumbled out a sorry and shrank in my seat hoping people would look away quickly. I saw Kyoya Ootori write in his notebook and knew immediately that it was me that was being wrote about. I groaned mentally because I had stayed out of line of sight for years and now I was in the stupid book again.
Sighing, I looked out the window just to see a person staring back at me. He looked terrified. When he noticed I caught him staring he started panicking, and started waving his hands wildly like I had the wrong idea.
Why would he be scared of me?
Oh shit.
There is two reasons why someone would be scared of me, and neither one of those reasons are good. I really don't want to have any type of reputation in this school, or to be know at all.
I stared across to the boy and mouthed 'third library now.' He slowly nodded and packed his things up, without being noticed he got up and walked out of the computer lab. I gave Watshi a look that I would be leaving and in return he gave me a subtle nod. I quietly packed up my things and left the classroom, thankfully, without being noticed.
When I walked into the library I noticed that the third years were in here, and the only way I knew it was third years was because the Nozuka cousins were being surrounded by their fangirls. Takashi Morinozuka and Mitsukini Haninozuka were part of the Host Club like Tamaki and Kyoya. I called them Nozuka because of their last names and they have some long names.
I saw a flash of red was the intimidating looking boy sit down at a table. Swiftly I made my way over to the table, and tied my hair up as I did so. It was a habit that I picked up as a kid, so whenever I was working I would tie up my hair. I sat down across from the boy and folded my hands.
"What do you know?"