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I've been dead for a long time. Don't ask me how long, because I honestly can't remember. What I do remember was a time when I was crazy for blood, thirsty from the moment I got done sucking the life out of someone.
But those days are over. They've been over for quite a long time. I've taught myself how to ignore the smell of blood, to look like I'm breathing when in reality I don't need to, and to look absolutely look like a normal teenager.
I was walking the streets one day when people started giving me weird looks. I didn't understand what they were looking at; I looked just like the rest of them! But I overheard on person.
"Shouldn't he be in school?" A woman whispered harshly to the girl next to her.
I didn't want any attention on me, so I walked over to Berk High and registered myself in the school. They handed me my schedule and told me they were happy to have me. I smiled to them and said that I was looking forward to bettering my education. They gushed in pride as I walked out the door. What can I say? I was charming.
I walked back to my house. Yes, I had a house. It was an old abandoned haunted house on the outskirts of Berk. I've been renovating the house myself for half a century now.
I collapsed on the highly comfortable couch and I sighed, not really needing the air but I had to get used to the sounds regular teens used.
You see, I was bitten at the age of sixteen. I watched my parents grow old and die. I had no family left. I also killed a lot of people, but I had no control over that part of my life. Besides, it was the past, and there was nothing I could do about it. But I still felt a little bad about it, after all, lives were lost…
I tried not to think about that.
In human life, I was clumsy and dorky and just a hint nerdy. When I was bitten, none of my physical features actually changed. I still had my long auburn hair, my verdant green eyes, freckles still covered my face and my skinny frame, but things changed. My eyes had an almost sinister feel to them, and my skinny frame filled out a little, giving me a bit more muscle than I could have wanted.
As a typical vampire, I had super strength, speed, and amazing senses. I didn't burn or sparkle in the sunlight, and I was just a bit paler than before, my freckles standing out starkly.
I let my eyes close as I thought about what I would encounter the next day at school. I was registered as a Junior. I didn't need sleep, but I kept on thinking that high school would be the worst experience in my long life.
I was walking through the hallways when I saw someone I haven't seen before. Auburn hair, green eyes, dressed in all black with his hands stuffed in his leather jacket pockets. He walked purposefully into the office. I wondered what he was doing here. He was my age, sixteen at most.
Berk High was the bane of my existence. I hated the place. Okay, sure the classes were fine. They were actually a little bit too easy. But it was the people I didn't like. They made fun of me constantly, just because I was super pale and I had naturally white hair.
I couldn't help who I was! Why do they care anyway? They should just mind their own business. But no… beat up the white-haired kid because he's different!
I couldn't care. I didn't let myself. I threw myself into my classes instead, getting the top grades in all of my grade level. The teachers were basically my only friends.
Sixth period came and went, not without being sabotaged with paper balls with mean words scrawled on them (why did I open them every time?). I trudged home, and pulled out my homework. I finished the three-hour homework session in about a half-hour.
I walked to the kitchen and pulled out a gallon of ice cream and a spoon. My uncle North wasn't going to be home for a while. Eating to my heart's content and watching T.V, I quickly got bored. I took a shower and crawled into bed. By then it was about ten o'clock.
I fell asleep thinking, "Welp, now I got to do the whole thing over again tomorrow."
I opened my eyes as soon as the light came streaming in through my window. Time to get up and go to school, I reminded myself as if I was five years old again. I looked over my clothes: green tee, leather jacket, black pants, and black boots. Yep, ready for school. I dug out a backpack (I don't even remember where I got this thing from) and filled it with pencils and a couple of notebooks (again, I have no idea where they came from). Rearranging my hair so that it fell into my eyes perfectly, I smiled and walked out of the abandoned-looking house.
The walk to the school was charming. All the nature and life… hey, I was a vampire, but I still had a heart… somewhere… I think I kept it in a jar…
I'm kidding. I'm seriously just kidding. Geez…
I walked on campus and it was seriously as if they haven't seen anything like me. Girls were giggling hysterically at me, batting their eyelashes furiously as their cheeks heated up. I rolled my eyes and threw them a dazzling smile. They laughed some more.
The guys were looking me over, probably assessing my worth. "Will he be a jock or a nerd? Are we going to beat him up or accept him?" I rolled my eyes again and walked straight into the school building.
"Mr. Haddock!" Someone said proudly. I looked, and it was a lady in a smart-looking suit with a skirt instead of pants. "It's a pleasure to meet you!" She held out her hand and I took it.
"Please, call me Hiccup." I said.
"Alright, Hiccup." She said. "I trust you know where all your classrooms are?" She asked me. Was it me, or was she a bit too excited?
"I'm sure I can figure it out." I said, smiling again and nodding.
"Well, then. Off you go!" She said. And then I was on my way to first period.
My first class turned out to be Calculus. There was no one in there except the teacher. He looked at me, but quickly looked away. Probably scared of my whole tough guy look. I rolled my eyes and settled into a chair.
Like I suspected, school was a bust. It wasn't all that interesting and it was super easy.
I was on the way to fourth period when I smelled something. Now, in a big, outdoor walkway like this, smelling unusual things wouldn't be uncommon. But this was different. It was a good smell; the smell of winter. Snow, ice, peppermint, evergreen trees…
I sniffed again and my eyes locked on a kid that was just passing me. He had white hair, blue eyes and a skiddish demeanor. He was actually kinda hot. He was clutching his book across his chest like it was a life line. I grabbed the kid's wrist quickly and pulled him to me.
"Hey!" He yelled. He was about my height. I was about a millimeter taller, but hey, it counted. "Let go of me!" His voice was deeper than I imagined. His eyes were full of panic. I breathed in deep. That smell was intoxicating.
"What's your name?" I asked patiently, not letting go of his wrist.
"Why do you care?" He shot back trying to wrench his wrist out of my grip. It didn't work, by the way. I pulled closer to me and looked into his eyes.
"Just tell me." I asked, my voice coming out husky. Where did that come from?
"Jack." He said, looking into my eyes with a hard expression. "And I'm going to be late to class because of you." I let go of his wrist.
"We'll talk again later." I said.
"Whatever," Jack grumbled, as he started to walk away.
"We will definitely talk again later." I said with finality.
Where the hell did this guy come from? I saw him yesterday; he was the kid who walked into the office. What did he want with me? I couldn't say that I didn't like the attention… he was hot.
Woah, what? Where did that come from?
I rolled my eyes as I walked to class. I knew I was late, curse Mr. Hotness. I sat down grudgingly and did my work diligently.
Pretty soon it was time to go home. I gathered up all my stuff and was walking through Center Quad when I saw my bullies. They weren't necessarily hard to miss; there was Pitch Black (creative name, I know), who had a gray-ish complexion and hard amber eyes. Then there were the triplets, or as most people call them "The Fearlings." They had black hair and unnatural red eyes. And they were coming right for me.
"Hello, Jack." Pitch said slowly. The Fearlings chuckled sadistically.
"Leave me alone, Pitch." I said, grinding my teeth. No matter how much I said that, he would never listen to me. This has been going on for three years straight. Now that Pitch and his Fearlings were Seniors, they think they rule the school, and everything in it.
"Um… No. I won't leave you alone." Pitch said, pretending to think about it. Suddenly, Pitch was punching my stomach and I was on the floor, gasping for breath. It was a bad idea, because Pitch then proceed to kick my back, just one harsh kick that sent pain throughout my whole body.
The Fearlings were laughing again, and they sounded like whinnying horses. Pitch laughed with them, and they left, leaving me on the floor, breathless and in pain. I lay there for a moment, curled up on the floor, and I let a tear fall from my eye. There was no one around. No one would have helped me. No one cared.
Suddenly, a hand was on my back, between my shoulder blades. I tensed. Physical contact was not my thing. Why are they touching me? The hands manipulated me and I was suddenly sitting upright. Then the hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to my feet. My backpack had fallen off and lay forgotten at my feet. Someone was behind me, their body pressed against my back.
"Are you okay?" Someone whispered in my ear, so close that I could feel their mouth tickle the shell of it. The hands, which were clutching my shoulders harshly, let go of me. I whipped around, only to see the guy who made me late for fourth period.
"I'm fine." I said, harshly. God, he was hot. I looked away and gathered up my backpack.
"Geez, that's all I get for being nice?" He said, flashing me a smile.
"Pretty much." I said, walking away and heading home.
"Tough crowd, then." He said, following me. What is wrong with this guy? Why is he talking to me? Why was he being so… so nice to me? I sighed slightly as I looked at him. He was still smiling, revealing slightly crooked teeth that didn't ruin his appearance at all.
"You… you're the new kid, right?" I asked, stuttering. Why the heck did I stutter?
"Yep." He said. "Name's Hiccup, by the way." I snorted as I held back a laugh.
"Hiccup?" I asked. He looked at me harshly. I quickly sobered up. "That's a cool name." Hiccup just shrugged.
"So…" He said. "Is there a reason why those guys roughed you up, or are they just sadistic like that?" He ran a hand through his long auburn hair. I bit my lip.
"There's sort of a reason…" I said, taking a deep breath. "Freshman year, Pitch asked me out. I declined, so… he's been a dick to me ever since." I never really told anyone that before. My heart was racing.
"That's a dick move." Hiccup said, looking to the sky. "Is he like that every day or what?"
"Practically every day, yeah." I said. God, I hated this conversation. Why was this extremely hot guy walking with me again?
"Looks like I'll have to make sure that pretty face of yours doesn't get messed up, then." Hiccup said, looking at me and smiling. My eyes were as big as U.F.O's and my mouth was hanging open slightly.
"Did you… Did you just hit on me?" I said shocked. Hiccup let out a low chuckle. Damn, was it sexy…
"Yeah, I guess I did." He said. "Sorry, was that too far?" His voice was saturated in worry. I shook my head.
"No!" I said. "No… it's just that… no one's really hit on me before, that's all." This was going nowhere good, fast. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks.
"Well, shame on them then." Hiccup replied softly, and looking at the floor. "What grade are you in?"
"Eleventh. You?" I said. A smile graced his lips again.
"Same." He said, just as we arrived at my house.
"Cool." I stated. "Well, it has been a pleasure talking with you today, and thank you for getting me off the floor and walking me home." Hiccup's face fell, but then it perked up again.
"Any time, Jack." He said. I went to go to my front door, when something grabbed my wrist.
Suddenly, I was pulled back and in Hiccup's arms. And he was kissing me. I tensed a little, and then I melted. Where has this guy been? His hands were resting lightly on my bony hips, my hands on his chest, balling up his leather jacket. And then he pulled away.
"Sorry," He said, with a smile and not even out of breath. "Was that too far?"
"Nope." I said, shaking my head. I pulled him in for another kiss, which Hiccup responded with a passion to.
So... this was sort of like a test-run. I thought of this at school and I thought it was an okay concept.
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