Disclaimer: I don't own blade, just the character I made up.
Damien woke up when a sharp fingernail poked his shoulder. He sat up.
"Deliver this to room 14." A sharp, snide voice told him as he was handed a slip of paper.
"Yes Mrs Mannville." Damien sighed as he stood up. He was tall with black hair that looked like Billy Talent's lead singer's hair. He wore his uniform with utter disgust. He hated it. He had his brown tie with 2 stripes and slung halfway down his chest and his shirt undone about halfway too. His shirt was untucked and his blazer was slung over his shoulder.
Damien was at Brooklyn (Making it up!) University. He was 19 years old. Since his arrival 10 days ago, 10 pupils had died of blood loss. All the same way too. Two teeth marks on the neck. No one knew who killed them. Well, no one except Damien. He knew. He had. He was a vampire. He never showed his teeth or smiled, because of his super sharp cainine teeth. He had no parents, because he had killed them. He didn't care. They didn't protect him when he was bitten. He was in a foster home.
And somehow, he was stuck with the job of delivering letters to pupils and getting coffee for the teachers.
As he walked, he opened the letter. It read,
Anna Mills: Your Father has dropped off your diabetic pills, please come and collect them immediatly.
'Eurgh, a fuckin' diabetic.' he thought. Their blood was disgusting, no sweetness at all. But, he was hungry, she would have to do.
He knocked on the door of room 14.
"Come in." Rasped a creepy voice. That was the voice of Mr Gayndyn.
"I have a request for Anna Mills to come to the front office." Damien said, keeping his mouth shut. His voice was like chocolate, smooth and dark.
"Miss Mills?" A young red head stood up, stuffed her things in her bags and walked out of the classroom. Damien followed.
"What am I needed for?" She asked him. She had lots of freckles and Damie could see her veins on her hands. Watching warm blood flowing through her body made his stomach growl.
"Err, your pops dropped off some medication for your diabeties." He said, trying not to think of the warm blood dripping down his chin after a kill.
Anna nodded. They walked to the front office but Anna stopped abrubtly.
"Can you hear that?" She whispered, shuddering with fear. Damien heard it alright. It heard like feeding. His upper lip curled. That was his kill zone, his territory!
His stomach growled again. He couldn't fight it any longer. He grabbed Anna and plunged his sharp fangs into her neck. She was caught off guard and didn't have the strength to react. She slumped forward, dead, in a matter of seconds. Her blood wasn't nice but it was good enough to cure his hunger.
There was movement in the front office. As Damien stood up, he saw 3 people. A tall, stocky man with a blonde mullet, a normally built black-haired man and a black-haired arousing (If you disgree, it was arousing to my older bro and to Damien, not me!) woman. They all had bllod on their chins. They stared at each other for about 5 minutes, before a school bell rang. The 3 people looked around, but Damien kept his eyes on them, especially the woman. She looked amazing to him.
Out of nowhere, masses of teenagers started to run throught the halls to there next lessons. But they all stopped at the dead body of Anna Mills. A girl screamed while pupils looked at Anna and then at the 4 people in front of them with blood on their chins.
Damien turned to the 3 other people with blood on their chins.
"Can I suggest something?" The woman and 2 men turned their attention from the growing crowd, to Damien. "RUN!" He shouted. They did, they ran out of the school doors and to the gates. The gates were shout. Damien and the 2 men scaled the gate easily, but the woman couldn't. An angry mob appeared out of the school and was gaining on her.
The woman was terrified. She kept trying to jump, but was to scared to do so.
Damien took a run-up and jumped over the wall again. There he grabbed the woman and jumped over the wall yet again.
"Thank you." She whispered in his ear. He grinned, baring sharp white fangs. Well, they were actually mainly red with blood, but what the hey!
A 4x4 pulled up beside them. A chinese woman opened the door.
"Get in! Blade isn't far behind!" She told them. All 4 of them clambered into the 4x4.
"Where are we going?" Damien asked as the car pulled away at about 80 mph. Everyone except for the driver looked at him. He looked at each face with an innocent look on his face. The chinese woman nodded.
The next thing Damien knew was he was knocked out cold.
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