A scream.

I waited patiently for another one, but alas, it never came. I sighed, and jumped down.

"Wha..."

There was that scream. I grinned. The smell of blood so close made my cheeks rosy, as alcohol would a drunk. It was a nostalgic odor, but it still made me giddy.

"I haven't feasted in quite some time, wouldn't you like the chase to last a little longer?" I offered.

She scrambled up, knocking over trash cans in the process. I rolled my eyes. This one wasn't as graceful as I had planned. In fact, this wasn't even the one I wanted.

"What are...what are you?" she demanded.

I wanted the eldest one, the one that had died recently. New plans were made. I'll take anything, after a certain amount of time.

"Who's there?"

That wasn't part of my plan. Lights cut through my precious night darkness like a knife cutting flesh.

The girl, sobbing now, let out a scream. I clamped my hand over her mouth as she began another wail. "Hush. Now."

Her tears leaked all over my hand. I hated that. They always do that. I hate it. "I'll make this painless, alright?" I said soothingly. She closed her eyes, nodding, and said something that was muted out by my hand. I felt her mouth move. Besides, her voice probably had left her already, what with the fear inside her, and all the pointless screaming she had done.

I bit down.

I stepped inside the shower of my new home. It was in a different town, very different in fact. Nothing like the city. The sun always shined through here.

Water doused my long black hair. It was hot, scalding even, but I was numb to it. And it effected my skin the least.

I shut the shower curtain over, then frowned. Stupid, I called myself, you forgot to turn on the light. The darkness wasn't bad, though. It was where I originated, after all.

A scrubbed away, steam slightly blurring parts of my vision.

After a few moments, the water flow stopped, and I stepped out of the shower. Steam fogged up the windows and the mirror. I barely took notice, and walked on past.

I heard a bus pass my house as I brushed my hair. A smile crossed my lips. It's cute to be on time, and that's what I needed: a cute image. An innocent little newcomer schoolgirl, that poses no threat. I've carried that in the back of my mind for years. Every year a new place.

I changed into the uniform I had picked up while applying to my school. I hated the uniform, with it's stainless, pure white color. I weighed out my anger by not applying makeup; it's too much of a hassle, and in the end, I don't apply it everyday. If I don't get into the habit of applying it, then I don't have to break the habit and feel out of sorts.

My shoes were normal shoes I had seen the girls around here wearing. I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.

The sun shone on my pale skin. I didn't think it much, but I knew that my looks were to be desired. I had pale, clear skin, green emerald eyes, and long black hair, which was narturally straight. Today, it was tied back.

The school lingered ahead. I inhaled and held it longer than I normally would, repeating what I was going to say in my head a few times.

There were a few steps leading up to a pair of identical large doors. I gracefully walked up them, passing by children both younger and older than me. The door was opened for me by a smiling brown-haired boy. I gave him a word of thanks and walked through.

I entered my homeroom, 10-6. 10 for my grade, 6 for the homeroom.

Boys goggled. Girls stopped their gossip. I waltzed on through, feeling their expressions on me. The least fun of the routine, and I enjoyed every minute. I smiled. "Hello, my name is Syra." I told the teacher, turning to her. She nodded. I turned back to the class. "Syra Kimon. I'm very excited to be started this school year here." I gave them my perfect schoolgirl smile. The boys melted into the little jelly pools they really were, and the girls bit their lips in an effort to keep their boyfriends. I slid a purposely loose strand of hair behind my ears and gave them another smile, this time accompanied by a giggle, and walked to a seat surrounded by three girls.

"Syra?" one asked, a girl with dark red hair and near-perfect features. Her eyes were blue, and her face wasn't blemished in the least. I nodded. "Yes. And you?"

"Kairi." She said, holding out a hand. I shook it.

"How'd you..." another girl, sitting behind me, wondered aloud. She had green eyes, wore makeup, and blonde hair. "How'd you...get yourself to look like that?"

"To look like what?" I asked innocently.

"You're hair is lovely..." goggled a girl beside the blonde. Brown eyes and hair. Makeup. "...i-is it naturally that straight?"

"Yes," I replied. Kairi spoke again. "I think you're scaring her, Nia." She said to the blonde. Nia continued an wide-eyed, open-mouthed stare at me. "What do you use?" she asked after a moment.

"Excuse me?" I asked, my cheerful voice wavering a moment. It was unnoticable though. At least to normal ears.

"Your skin," Nia explained. "It's so...just...zitless."

"Quiet, Nia!" hissed the girl beside her. Nia shook her head. "Every girls envy, thats for sure." She murmured. I nodded, half-smiling. "Whatever you say."

"This is Seraphim," Kairi introduced me to the girl next to Nia. I shook her hand. "Your friends do seem interesting," I said, glancing at Nia, who's head was on her desk. Kairi giggled. "Yeah."

Classes were uneducational to me, for I knew all of this many times over. Lunch, however, kept me entertained.

My groupies awaited for me at a table, then summoned me over. Kairi was excluded, but the two from homeroom--Nia and Seraphim--were present. I brought over my simple lunch, that of a strawberry milk and nothing else. I shook it, and took a sip.

"So Syra," said a girl who's name I hadn't learned yet. "You're the talk of the school."

"Am I?" I asked in an uncaring tone.

"Yes, you are." Nia said in the classic gossip voice.

"Like all of your classes?" Seraphim asked. She seemed very motherly. I took another sip of milk. "Yes."

"That's good." Seraphim replied, poking at her salad. She stabbed some leaves, but brought nothing to her mouth.

"Is that how you're so skinny?" Nia demanded, pointing out my milk. I shrugged.

"You know who she'd look good with?" a fourth girl asked, twirling around a strand of hair. I blinked. The third girl cocked her head and said, "No, who?"

"Riku."

The entire mood shifted at the table. I was no longer the center of focus. Seraphim stabbed a leaf and ate it, chewing slowly, her face bright red. Nia nodded furiously, then sighed blissfully, lost in her own thought of Riku. The third girl thought a moment, then let out a "Yeah!! They're both so..." her voice trailed off. The fourth girl merely sighed "Riku" wistfully.

"Who's...Riku?" I asked cautiously.

There was a tap on my shoulder. I turned around.

A tall boy with silvery blue hair had tapped me on the shoulder. His eyes were a bluish green, almost seeming to see through you, but they were happy. He was smiling at me. His skin was the same shade as mine.

But I didn't care about any of that. Instinctively, I jumped up, fire in my eyes, which flashed red. "Dai--!!" I cried, my normal voice there, the dark, cold, hard voice I owned. And then I recalled:

Daiki was dead.

Not by my hand though, my greatest regret.

"Riku," gasped the third girl. "Hello."

"Hi," Riku said, looking past me to her. "This is...Syra, I presume?"

I blinked, sat back down, and ran a hand to straighten my hair. "Ah, yes." I answered, then flashed them all a smile that seemed to erase their opinions on what they had previously seen, my eyes normal once more. I turned back to Riku. "I'm Syra, and I take it your Riku?"

Riku smiled and nodded. "Mm-hmm."

I held out my hand, and he shook it. We handed each other a smile, and Riku looked to a table of boys calling to him. "Sorry," he said, and walked back.

"So that's Riku," I said, a faint trace of hardness in my voice. The other girls were too busy swooning to notice.

But my eyes were dead locked on him.

That was him. That was the boy I was going to take.