Author's Note: Hello to all of you once again! It's so great to be updating this story finally, it's almost a weight lifted off of me. So many things have been altered in the process of rewriting it, but I won't get into that just yet. You'll just have to see ;)


My name is Lucy Sparrow, and, yes, I am a half-vampire. Halfling, dhampyre, dhamphir, or dhampyr... whatever. Call me what you may. Just don't call me incomplete. I know I am, I don't need to be reminded.

My mother, Sandra Heights, a very good mom at most times and a wonderful harp player, was fully human. She was now married to Jason Heights and lived in their new house in Shitsville, USA. The place I had lived in for six hellish years.

My father, Lucius Sparrow, an over-protective father on all accounts and is not that bad at the piano, was a full-fledged vampire. He remained unmarried and now lived in the coolest and hippest city in America.

I had only lived here for a week when I asked my father to enroll me in the closest school. He was shocked, he thought I was just staying for a few days so I could take a break from my crazy mother. I told him I didn't want to go back. It was much more than my mother; it was everything. School, my social life, and much more. I couldn't deal with the torment. He complied and signed me up for high school.

So, I was here. At high school. Yay for me. Cue the confetti.

Here, in this tiny office that reeked of burnt feet, I cast a wishful eye at the exit. A window was built into the wall, so you could see anyone who was coming in from the entrance. A long wooden counter was set up in front of me, the middle of it missing so you could reach the hallway to the left, which I guessed led to the principal's office.

I hope I don't end up there... today, at least.

I waited patiently at the counter, waiting for the woman at the desk to notice me. She was tan and very pretty, with fashionable silver hoop earrings that dangled as she typed away on her computer. She wore a pink zebra print top underneath her periwinkle blazer, an odd clash that bedazzled me for a moment. After a minute, she still hadn't noticed me and I glanced up a the clock above her head.

8:03.

Oh jeez... how long until the tardy bell rung?

I took my chances and cleared my throat. Not loud, but audible enough for the secretary to hear. Her hands faltered on top of the keyboard as she glanced up at me and stared. Honestly, I was used to it, but I wondered what she was awed about. It could be a variety of things: my creepy green eyes, my long hair,the goth makeup, the perfectly manicured nails that tapped against the wood counter due to nervousness. Maybe all of them combined.

"Hi," I started uneasily, trying to smile reassuringly.

Don't run, I seriously need your help. I'm just a tiny goth girl. I won't hurt you, I pleaded with my eyes.

"Hello," she chimed coolly, her face still showing signs of amazement.

"Uh, I'm new here. I'm Lucy Sparrow. I just need my schedule and parking permit, please," I said, surprised that I was able to kick the words out of my mouth.

After just one millisecond, her face lit up a bit and she started to rummage through the trays that laid off to the side. She pulled out a file, and even from here, I could make out the label: LUCY C. SPARROW, written in black ink.

She glanced at the contents for a bit before beckoning me over. I went through the missing section of the counter and walked up to her desk, and immediately I was hit with the smell of her perfume. It smelled nice, I guess, but overpowering, definitely overpowering. I approached her, and she held out the files, almost cautiously, like I was going to bite her or something.

I was careful not to touch her or anything, trying to show the equal amount of respect for her explained different things about the school and dress code, eying my outfit the whole time, and gave me a map of the were three different buildings that made of the school: the main building, the gym and workout room, and the fine arts building.

I internally groaned. That meant going outside in the daylight. Sure, I could tolerate it, but I'd prefer to steer clear of the sun.

My schedule was simple enough; 1st period: Trigonometry, 2nd period: Chemistry, 3rd period: Art III, 4th period: Study Hall, 5th period: AP U.S History, Lunch, 6th period: AP English, 7th period: Physics, 8th period: P.E.

Oh god...

P.E. Those words stuck out like a sore ass thumb, and my heart dropped to my feet.

Physical Education... Just kill me now!

Those words were my end, my wolfsbane, my stake in the heart, my... you get the picture.

A bell chimed and echoed in the halls for a second.

"Um... what was that?", I asked, my eyebrows drawn together.

"That was the tardy bell," the secetary stated as she turned from me.

"Uh...", I placed a steady hand on my forehead as I gazed at my map, looking for the Trig room.

I'm going to have to run.

Before I could dash out of the room, the secretary held out something in front of my face.

An excused tardy slip.

My lips formed an 'o' as I gingerly took the precious thing, cradling in my palm like it was the Holy Grail. Angelic choruses sang far above me, a divine light shimmering down on the simple slip of paper.

I threw the pretty secretary a smile, one where I showed teeth. Not so much that you would see my pearly fangs, but enough to really show my appreciation.

"Thank you," I sang as I jogged out of the office.

The Trig room was at the very end of the long hallway and I made my way there, my spiked heels clicking against the sickening pale brown tile, my wary eyes glaring at the matching walls.

Ugh. Whoever chose the color scheme deserves to be exiled..

Finally, I arrived to the room, to discover the door was closed. Behind it, one voice could be heard, a high, soprano voice that was slightly obnoxious.

"...and you take the root of... now plug in the ratio...it would be easier if you turned the calculator on, Michelle..."

I took a deep breath, trying to channel my Zen to all parts of my body, to bring in peace and moral focus to my mortal being. Well, half-mortal being. As soon as I gathered all of the courage I could muster, I knocked. As I waited, hands clenched and unclenched, my skin feeling completely frozen.

The door opened, the metal door knob giving way with a click.

Dark hazel eyes peered out.

"Yes?".

"Room 132, Trigonometry? Mrs...", I glanced at my schedule quickly. "Parks?"

They didn't say anything, eyes unblinking.

"I'm a transfer student. I'm, uh, Lucy Sparrow," I huffed, my nervousness getting the best of me.

Silence creeped in again, and then they hissed, "You're late."

I hastily dipped my head in a nod, "Yes. I have an excuse."

Mrs. Parks opened the door wider, and the first thing that struck me was that her skin had clearly the victim of a botched fake tan. Peach, plain ivory, and orange splotches stained the poor woman's body. I swiftly placed the slip of paper in her palm, stopping myself from staring. Her eyes scanned it quietly, then beckons me in.

"Take any open seat. I'll have your textbook shortly."

Unsure, I took a step forward, and I felt my face flush.

Might as well dive right in.

I briskly walked in and refused to make eye contact with anybody, and as my sights locked on the farthest row from me by the windows, I practically sprint to that seat, wanting to avoid the stares of the other students.

But no one can be that lucky. Every eyeball in the room trailed me.

No one better talk shit about my makeup. I'd like to see them try to do theirs without a mirror, let alone a reflection!

Despite all my hope and pleading, whispers could be heard, low and feverish.

I watch Mrs. Parks as she rummaged through a metal cabinet that is by the door. After a few minutes of her doing that, she pulled out a dark blue textbook. Coming to my row, she hands it to the person in front. The person in front passes it behind her, and it was passed between four other people's hands before it reached me. The boy in front of me tossed carelessly behind him, and it slammed onto my desk. The noise caused all of the eyes to gravitate back to me, and my blushed deepens.

This is going to be a long day...


After half an hour in school, I'm ready to burn it down.

I just sit through Trig not really paying attention, just examining Mrs. Park's fake tan. It's really sad, it looks like a bag of Cheetos exploded on her, and I bet underneath the botched tan, she's pretty.

Her figure imitated an hourglass, her highlighted hair tied back into a ponytail. Her floor-length black skirt is really cool, but it would be a ton cooler if you put a few rips here and there.

I watched her ramble on and on for the whole class period, and finally, the bell rings.

Everyone surged up out of their seats, scrambling for the door. I'm the very last out. As I walked out into the hallway, I reached into my bag to pull out my schedule.

Might as well dump this sucker in my locker before Chemistry.

Off the side is my locker number, locker #579.

Whoa. I have no idea where that is.

Looking up, I grimaced at the swarm of people that gushed out of the doors and flooded the hallway, and even in the vast expanse, the traffic was heavy.

I stood safely off the side, glancing left and right and left again with quizzical brows drawn up high on my forehead.

At that exact moment, the cluster of lockers that stood from my right were bombarded with students that hurdled their books and binders into them. The one closest to me shut quickly, and I met a pair of amazing gray eyes.

Those entrancing eyes belonged to a girl about my height, her long brown hair cut and teased Siouxsie Sioux-stlye. She wore a long black dress, a ton of necklaces drenching her throat. She was pale, and cheeks were packed with pink blush, along with heavy eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow.

She blinked a few times as she looked at me, and I did the same. She was like… super gorgeous.

"Uh... hi," she said, her voice in a nice alto range.

I peered around me, making sure she was talking to me. Just to make sure, I aimed my index finger at me.

The gray-eyed girl gave a laugh and moved over to me, her steely irises glimmering. "Yeah, you. I guess you're new."

I pout my lip pitifully. "That obvious, huh?"

Again, she chuckled, and she ushered out her free hand to me. "I'm Aerin. Aerin White."

I shook her hand, replying, "Lucy Sparrow. Cool name by the way."

"Yeah, its a name my mom got from Lord of the Rings or something. Your's is pretty too, like Lucy Westenra from Dracula," she sighed. "She's my favorite character, actually."

"She was pretty great in the 1931 movie," I said, a thoughtful finger tapping against my chin.

"That's my favorite version of the Dracula movies! I have an antique movie poster of it in my room. I love it too much! It's crazy, really."

We shared a laugh, then she indicated to the schedule in my hand. "You look pretty lost. Where are you headed?"

I handed her my schedule and explained as she examines it. "I have Chemistry with Ms. Barker next, but I need to find my locker first. Do you know where it is?"

"Sure, I do!" She grabbed my arm, leading me down the main hallway. When the path intersects going in four different directions, the very center of the school, we steer left. I tried my hardest to remember all of the turns. We passed by so many doors, I lost count at twelve. We finally stopped in front of a matrix of lockers, flocked by a herd of people.

"Ugh, like we needed another freak," I heard someone whisper.

They all seemed to step back as I moved forward with Aerin in tow, and without falter, I threw open my locker and placed my Trig textbook on the middle shelf. As I closed it, I faced Aerin.

"There we go. Thanks for helping me find it," I said running my fingers through my hair.

"No prob."

"Do you mind showing me to the Chemistry room? I don't want to get yelled at for being late again."

With a nod, Aerin guided me away from the lockers and crowd of sour-faced cheerleaders. Upon our rush, I'm almost crushed by who I guessed was the star quarterback of the football team, due to his extreme size in muscles. After what seemed to be hours of fighting past hoards of teenagers and navigating endless halls, we reach our destination. Aerin hastily puts her number in my phone before we depart.

"You should sit with us at lunch. Meet my weird friends and stuff like that. They'll love you."

I smirked and threw her a doubting look. "We'll see about that."


End of Chapter Two! Leave a review if you wish and have a fantastic day :)