Prologue
A boy stood over the body of the bleeding woman gasping. 'What happened?' He asked himself. There was blood... everywhere, on the desks, on the floor, and on his own body. Then there was the smell... it burnt the inside of his nose. His hands were shaking as his mind told him, 'Just one taste. One small taste.'
"No!" The kid backed away shouting at the body, whose blood was spilling onto the floor, "Why did this have to happen? Why did you have to make me do this?"
He couldn't focus, only the blood pouring, from a bite mark on her neck, mattered to him. It smelled so sweet, like honey if he remembered correctly, but he couldn't stand knowing what he did to her. So he ran for the door, and moved like a flash down the hall to the restroom. Luckily the school was still empty, so no one saw the quickly moving blur.
Entering the restroom, the kid started scrubbing the blood off, but the smell still lingered. He scrubbed harder, and pulled out the bleach soap that he carried in his backpack. Looking down he saw the blood that covered his cloths, so he pulled out his clothes he was going to use for gym, and put them on. But the smell was still there. He grabbed the sides of the sink, fighting the urge to go back and take the blood he had spilled, but instead he looked into the mirror. He skin was pale and gave of a faint glow from the rising sun coming through the windows. Also his dark black eyes and auburn hair gave him what most would call a "beautiful" completion.
Taking a deep breath, the boy stood up and shook his head. "Gotta focus," He told himself. He took a deep breath and let go of the sink, but, where his hands were, left dents in the it. He knew that he had to leave, but to leave like this? He had to unfortunately, he couldn't jeopardize his kind, so he walked out of the bathroom and to his locker. As he finished pulling on a trench coat, he heard it, the sound that should have sent shivers down his spine, a blood curling scream. Knowing what would happen next, he looked down at the ground but all the emotion had been lost to him for a while now.
So instead of crying when he heard the principals words, "There has been an attack in the science lab! It's Mrs. Baker, and she's unconscious. Lost what looks like a lot of blood. Someone call an EMS." He shook his head, and stopped. He had remembered something that did send a cool chill through his body. He bit her. If he remembered correctly, he had to do something and fast. Opening the door he knew what he must do, and took off into the morning sun faster than anyone could think possible.