Billy stuck his nose up as he walked past the skate park. Loud punk music blared from a boom box on the ground as figures darted around on their boards. Billy hated skaters. They were just as bunch of wanna-be goth and emo kids. Even though he himself was accused of being 'gothic', Billy always denied the claims by simply stating he just liked black. Black was the color of the night and at night he could hunt. He was no ordinary 21-year-old. He was a vampire hunter and he was damn good at what he did. No one suspected a thing.
He sighed at the sounds emanating from the skaters. Billy hated having to walk past that place on his way home from the store, but the alternative was going the long way. He was never up to that with several grocery bags in his arms. So, he clenched his jaw and kept walking, tuning out the horrible music wishing it were a heavy metal. He cursed when he dropped one of the bags, fully emptying it of its contents, having reached into his pocket.
"Damn it…" Billy sighed, still fumbling in his pocket for his dorm key. Billy lived on the college campus, and he loved having the responsibility of his own small flat. He retrieved the key from the depths of his Tripp pants pocket and was horrified to see that one of the skaters had come over and was picking up his grocery bag.
"What do you think you're doing?" Billy spat coldly, and the boy looked up. He looked to be about 17-18...19 at the most and a mischievous smile broke out on his face. He was thin and dressed completely in black. Eyeliner rimmed the bottom of his eyes along with a weird red eye shadow smudged around them. Liquidly he stood, holding out the grocery bag. Billy couldn't believe how thin he was as his clothes were skintight. Zippered Tripp pants and a Nine Inch Nails tee shirt stood out on his marble skin. His hair was oddly cut into a bleach blonde fringe, the rest of his chocolate hair flat-ironed to stick out in the back. Billy scoffed and snatched the bag from the boy.
"Just thought I'd give you a hand."
"I don't need a hand." Billy sniped, and he detected a flicker of hurt on the boys face. He noticed the boy had big, dark eyes and they stared in almost desperation. Billy quickly looked away and made to leave.
"Hey aren't you gonna thank me?"
"Thank you." Billy said stiffly, without turning around. To his utmost annoyance, the skater boy followed him. He spun around, losing the little patience he'd had. "Look, what do you want?"
"A friend. I'm Jade Puget." He stopped for emphasis, and Billy felt an unsettling recognition. He'd heard Jade's name many times from teachers, Parents, to boys and girls. Everyone seemed to know his name. Now Jade was holding out a hand and-figuring he might as well be polite-Billy grasped it for a moment before saying,
"You're reputation precedes you."
"Don't I get a name for your pretty face?"
"It's Billy and don't try to flatter me." Jade laughed maniacally and his expression darkened.
"I'm not. Just being honest…Billy."
"Well, don't." Billy turned on his heel and walked away. He stopped and grimaced as he heard the sound of a skateboard approaching him.
"Not very clever of you." Jade smirked, handing Billy his keys.
"You thief!"
"Well,…just wanted to see if college boys are really as smart as intelligent as they think they are." Jade mused. He smiled like a Japanese animation. Billy glared at him, outraged and Jade laughed before saying, "Hey don't burn me with those nice little eyes Billy! See you around." He said with mock humor.
"I hope to god not." Billy said coldly as Jade skated away. He carefully balanced the grocery bags on one arm and unlocked the door of his home. He set the bags on the counter and pulled out the contents roughly putting them away. Jade had angered him. How dare he insult Billy for being a college kid. At least he had accomplished something in life unlike those skate park losers. They were all either dropouts or drug addicts. Billy sighed as he sat on the couch hoping he'd never see that freak Jade again.
-end of Prologue
