I rolled out of my bed as the sun was starting to set. I look around my room… but it wasn't my room. No, it was too perfect to be my room. This room looked like it belonged in a palace, not in a house from a small town. And was I wearing a nightgown? Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I walked to the bathroom. I was looked at the mirror. I was shocked to see that the face looking back at me… was not my own.
It's six in the evening when I woke up from my nightmare. Of course, it wasn't just a nightmare. The nightmare had really happed. My name is Maemi, or at least that is what I am called in this body. I was living a normal life as your average 18 year old American, until a few months ago when that fateful evening that I woke up in Maemi's body.
Meani is 15, the only child of two very wealthy vampires, and has just started high school at Cross Academy. Maeni looks similar to me only much prettier. She has brown, thick, curly hair with blue eyes, and a stunning shade of blue at that. She has the perfect body type, perfect white (pointy) teeth, perfect nails, and perfect complexion.
I grab my pillow and press it hard against my face. I don't want to wake up and go to school. I don't want to get dressed in that uniform with a super short skirt and deal with the fear of being attacked by my classmates, who are all vampires. I am a vampire, but I don't feel like one or know how to act like one. I was human, but Maeni is a vampire and because I am currently possessing her body, that makes me a vampire for the time being.
What make school worse is how different my personality is to the original Maeni's. Maeni was popular and snobbish. She hated being alone and is always seen with a group of snobbish, rich, vampire girls who she considers to be her friends. Lucky for me her friends don't attend this school for various reasons. One complained about the uniform, another hates school, the list of complaints continues.
"Maeni-san, are you awake?" Rima's voice interrupted my train of thought.
"Yes." I answer rolling out of bed. Rima is my roommate. We don't talk to each other unless it is necessary to do so. I kind of like it that way. I never had a lot of friends nor the desire to be constantly in a conversation. I like to be left by myself most of the time. As for Rima, she is often gone for work (she's a model) and sees me as the brat that the real Maeni is.
No one knows that I am not Maeni. I don't know who to trust in this new world. And until I have a firm grip on what is going on here, I intend to keep it that way.
After getting dress for another night of class, I walk out of the dorm into the living room. Most of the Night class students were waiting to leave. Apparently it is considered rude to leave for class until our dorm president, Kuran Kaname, invites us to. It's a strange tradition, but I understand that it all has to do with the Japanese culture and the importance of showing proper respect to those who are superior to oneself. What I don't understand is the amount of respect that everyone gives him. They give him far too much respect for being a president of a dorm. They treat him as if he were a god, in fact he acts like a god, in a very annoying way. Kaname is not an awful person, but he has an air of arrogance around him. It is almost as if he knows everything and he knows that he knows everything. The special treatment that my fellow classmates give him is unbelievable. Kaname is the only person in our dorm to not have a roommate, and he is allowed to sit in an armchair on the side of the room during class. What annoys me the most is that I don't know why this is. I made a comment about this to Ruka, but she gave me this evil look and told me not to talk about "Kaname-Sama" like that ever again.
And that is how I gained my personal philosophy for how to survive this world: Keep Your Big Mouth Shut. It seems like half of the time that I open my mouth, I get into some kind of trouble. This was true when I was in my real body. But now that I am in a complete strangers body, in a completely new country, with a completely different culture, with a completely different species, this rule applies more now than ever.
When Kaname finally came down, the entire night class strolled to that dreaded gate. I could already hear the screaming fan girls. The doors opened. Aido went ahead to start flirting with the Day Class students. I stayed behind so I could smile at the man at the door without drawing too much attention to myself. That man never smiled and he looked like he could use a little sunshine in his life. I smile at him every day, but he only scowls back at me. Today was no different.
I noticed Kaname talking to the female disciplinary member, Cross Yuuki. That girl is such an angel. She's energetic, always smiling, and is so caring about others. I remember the first day I came here; Yuuki showed me all around the campus and helped me take my bags to the moon dormitory gate. See was extremely talkative. I tried my best to keep my answers short and brief so as to not give away my secret. She is just that type of girl that a person wants to be around all the time because she could make anyone smile.
It's obvious that Kaname like Yuuki, but so does Kiryu Zero, the other disciplinary member. Normally I wouldn't care about these everyday dramas, but I was Yuuki, I would want to be with Kaname. Even though Kaname has a large head, he at least does not have anger issues like Zero. I don't understand why Zero always looks at us like we are going to attack someone at any given moment (other than the fact that we are blood-sucking vampires). But we drink blood tablets to satisfy those needs, and none of us (or at least I don't) have any intention of hurting anyone.
We pass through the crowd of screaming girls to the main building. I was preparing myself for another day of classes. When I had found out that I was to attend high school again, I was furious. I had worked four long years for my high school diploma, and now, because I am trapped in a teenager's body, I had to return to that awful world of homework, grades, breakups, and make-out sessions. I finally calmed down when I learned that grades were taken out of the equation.
Classes are interesting. I always learn something new every day… err... night. I expected tonight to be no different, but I was wrong.
Our calculus lecture was over and we were given ten minutes before the next class. Some of the students left the room to stretch their legs. I stayed behind and read in the textbook, hoping to be prepared for our next lesson. My mind wandered off. I was wondering what Cross Yuuki was doing. A few seconds later, I thought I saw Yuuki being held tightly by Aido. She tried to break away from his grasp but to no avail. Aido's eyes glowed red, as he licked the blood that was flowing from Yuuki's hand. The scary thing about this vision was that it looked and felt real.
I gasped audibly. Everyone in the class turned to look at me. My face flushed with color. Again, here was a rich and popular girl who looked as if she had just lost her mind. I smiled and laughed lightheartedly. That seemed to appease everyone and they all went back to their business.
I would have disregarded the incident had not I hear this conversation later:
"Did you hear about Aido getting suspended?"
"Aido got suspended! For how long?"
"For ten days."
"What did he do?"
"He drank that little disciplinary member's blood."
My heart stopped.
