This is my first story on here (It's a short story, so that explains why it's so... short.) It has humor and I hope you like it! (Sorry they're not very long chapters!)

I tossed my bag over my shoulder and walked out into the cold air. It was annoyingly… um… cold?

I was so angry at the thought of having to go to private school. Greeaaat. It wasn't any private school, either. It was the most expensive private school in the entire world! (Okay… maybe not.) But it was darn expensive! Mom had to save up for YEARS just to be able to pay for it. Of course, she didn't exactly get much money from her job. Wait… she didn't have a job… at least not now. She never kept a job for long. It wasn't because she was fired, she just got bored.

I sighed as I continued down the sidewalk and toward the school. It was only a few blocks from the apartment. I started singing Somewhere over the rainbow. I loved to burst into song, (not exactly burst, considering I always sang, softly.) Sure, it was a bit weird, but no one said I had to be normal. And, boy, I was not normal at all.

It had been two years ago I had met a werewolf, Jedrick. Kind of creepy, and I didn't believe it at first… until he proved it, (Ripping a giant tree out of the ground, and let's not forget turning into a werewolf. Boy was that kind of a shock…) And, it surprised me even more when he said I was a healer and a protector. Say, what!? So a healer could heal… cuts; bruises; even revive a person. Except a healer couldn't heal him/herself. Darn. And if you revived someone you had a chance of dying-- *gulp* -- and if you live, you had to rest for a week or so. Like, you totally black out.

A protector can summon a kind of shield that can protect anyone, (including him/herself. YES!) from anything… if the protector keeps their concentration. Oh, and they can teleport! AWESOME! Not very far, though. Half a mile at the most.

So I was both a protector and a healer, which was some kind of miracle to them. They had asked me to join them… NO WAY! Luckily my mom had wanted to move here to look for fun jobs. So… we moved here. I just want to be a normal girl!… Though making barriers does come in handy

Oh, and my mom didn't know, thank goodness.

Oh, hey mom, I'm a protector and a healer. The werewolves have considered me their friend, by the way. That would be a great way to start a conversation.

I kind of started skipping and singing a bit louder. I did a twirl and, to my dismay, someone was walking behind me. I blushed slightly and looked at the sidewalk.

So the guy who was walking behind me saw me dancing on the sidewalk. Big Whoop. But, still… that was sort of embarrassing.

"Hey, hey. Wait up!"

I turned to look at the guy behind me, confusion on my face. I was afraid to meet his eyes, but once I stole a glance at him, I had to try to stop myself from staring. He was absolutely… well, hott. He was actually around my age, though he was as tall as a skyscraper, (Okay… maybe not. But, c'mon I LOVE to exaggerate!) He was maybe 6'5", which was wayyy taller than me, considering I was only 5'4. He had medium length, straight, black hair. His eyes were pitch black, which was very beautiful, in a way. He had a muscular body, which showed even beneath his thick jacket. And his face was ghostly pale. Pretty…

I noticed he had a backpack thrown over his shoulder, like me. His face suddenly looked shocked, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He shook his head and blinked his eyes a few times.

"Um, something wrong?" I asked nervously. Other than the fact I was dancing to no music?… That doesn't give you the right to think I'm a freak, though! (Even though I am… *sigh*)

He must have realized he was staring and shook his head again. He smiled widely.

"No, sorry."

His smile totally freaked me out. I shrugged and resumed walking toward the private school. After minutes, I noticed he was still following me. I tried to ignore him, knowing that I was close to the school. I walked a little faster and turned onto the walkway to the school. He was still following me. Finally I spun around to face him, and he almost slammed into me.

"Why the heck are you following me you creep!?" I yelled at him. (That probably hurt, since he was only 2 feet from my face.)

"Ouch, what's your problem?" He asked running his hand through his hair and smirking. I was momentarily dazed.

Stupid hot boys and their stupid hot voices.

"Why are you following me?" I repeated, crossing my arms.

He laughed loudly. "I'm not following you…"

Oh, riggghhhhtttt. You're just walking right behind me, going along the same roads I am… THAT'S FOLLOWING!

"I guess we're just going to the same school," he said still smiling.

Oh… That would explain the backpack… Darn. I need to pay attention more.

"Oopsies… Sorry 'bout that." I knew I was blushing.

"Hey, it's cool. You thought I was some random creep… but by the way you look at me, you think I'm a pretty good-looking one, huh?"

I clenched my fists and my jaw. He smiled at my reaction.

Stupid pretty boy and his stupid good looks!

"It's not my fault you're hott," I stated, putting my hands on my hips.

Oh, shoot. Did I just say that out loud!? That was supposed to stay in a thought bubble.

He looked taken back, then he smiled widely again.

"You're a pretty cool girl, you know that? What's your name?"

I flipped my hair out of my face. "Alexandria. You?"

I can't believe I'm not running away in embarrassment yet! (YET)

"Blake. So if I had been a stalker, and I had hurt you, or something you couldn't have healed yourself, huh?" He asked the question with a smile on his face. I examined his expression for a while and I suddenly felt like my heart would stop.

Oh, shoot. Why didn't I notice it before!?

"Oh, my gosh. You're a vampire, aren't you?" I asked, fear on my face. He crossed his arms and smiled showing his sharp teeth.

I'm guessin' that's a 'yes'. So much for returning to a normal life…

Vampires and werewolves didn't get along too well. Okay… not at all. The werewolves told me about vampires. Vampires could tell who was a healer, and who was not. Healers blood gave off a glow that only vampires and werewolves could see. Only werewolves could tell if a person was a protector, though.

Vampires took it upon themselves to kill healers. No one had told me why they did, but I supposed it was some kind of power thing.

"And, what? Are you going to kill me now?" I was surprised at the sassiness in my voice.

He smiled even wider.

"And what if I do? How could you stop me?" he asked, pushing some of my loose hair behind my ear.

I brought my hand next to my face and snapped my fingers. The familiar feeling of wind rushed through me as I ended up two feet in front of the school entrance. I stared at Blake, who stared back, in shock. I was about 30 feet away from him.

That teleporting thing sure does come in handy.

I flipped my hair, nonchalantly. "What's the matter Blake? Never met someone who was a healer and a protector?" (Protectors are the only people that can teleport, by the way.) He shook his head slowly.

"Aw, too bad," I continued, "Oh well. See you in class Blake." I smiled at him and walked into the school, casually.

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