I tried to ignore it, but after a while, I couldn't any longer. I rolled over in my bed and groaned, irritated. The fuckers next door have been at it for hours. It's 2:00 PM for Pete's sake. The sun's still high in the sky. The girl's a screamer, and they're knocking their bed into my effing wall. Hard. How the hell am I supposed to go to my training session tonight? "Fuck." I rubbed my eyes, pushing off my covers. The cold air reached me, swallowing my body whole and I shivered. I stomped over to my door and twisted the knob.
I banged on their door loudly until the bed stopped squeaking.
"No, come back, baby. They'll go away," the girl said, pleadingly. I could imagine how her face would look while she pleaded. Her name was Renee, right? "Answer the fucking door!" I yelled. I'm sure that I woke up everyone in the west wing, if they weren't kept awake by these people in the first place. Footsteps made their way to the door and a tall, pale, and blond moroi guy answered. Why is it that all Moroi are tall, pale, and curveless? I stared into his blue eyes, and my hand twitched. I stopped myself from punching the guy in the face, but it was hard, let me tell you. "You listen here, faggot-" yeah, I know. Immature to call this guy a faggot. I laughed mentally at my retardedness. Especially since he was just having sex with a girl. But I'm tired, come on. "-I am trying to sleep, and your girlfriend here won't stop screaming." I pushed the door open to reveal Renee. She gasped and pulled the sheets up to her chin, her eyes staring at me like a deer caught in headlights. "And your damn bed keeps knocking into my wall, which my bed happens to be right next to. I have training tonight, you fucking douchebag. If you don't mind, I suggest you go to your room now." I looked at Rene's neck, which was bleeding from her fresh bite.
"And I think you should leave your bloodwhore alo-" He grabbed the front of my nighty, dragging me forward, until our noses nearly touched. "Listen, girly." His breath smelled like rotten eggs. "What me 'nd Rene do in bed is none of yer damn-"
"Let go of me." I said slowly, cutting him off. He stared into my eyes and then smiled, his eyes sparkling.
"Or what? You'll kick my ass?" he laughed. Obviously, this guy was on crack or something, because if he didn't notice, I was dhampir and he was not.
"Exactly," I said and grabbed his arm and tossed him to the floor. He grunted, his towel falling away from his waist. Renee squealed. I couldn't help but notice that "it" was pretty big, but I looked away from him before I got any ideas and I dragged him by his hair all the way to the moroi dorm. When we reached the hallway where some of the moroi guys were standing and talking about something, they grew silent. I dropped him on the ground and turned to walkaway. He tried to go after me, I could tell, but someone was holding him back, laughing. "Why're you naked?" He said. I heard the sound of laughter, and then bone hitting flesh. Someone screamed, and I thought about going back... but then again:
Whatever.
I laid down in my bed, and the softness of my blanket almost pulled me under before I looked at the clock. It was 4 o'clock p.m. and the sun was going to set in about 2 hours, which was when I had to wake up. I tucked my pillow under my head and tried to get at least two hours of rest.
When I woke, the sun had set and the air was chilly. I lifted my face to the moon, letting the moonlight paint my face pure white. The human part of me craved the sun, but the vampire repelled and flinched from the sunlight. The moroi didn't burn in the sun like the strigoi did, but they would eventually start feeling sick if they spent more than their bodies could handle in it, which was like, 2 hours. That's why my school was nocturnal. I lifted my practice stake from my table and placed it on my bed, next to my backpack, and went in the bathroom to take a hot shower.
Hot water works wonders when you're trying to relax. I lathered my honey and lilac shampoo into my hair, inhaling deeply. I loved this scent. My moroi grandma used to smell like this. But then she was killed by a strigoi in her home. It's sort of my way to remember her, since she's gone now. Weird, huh? Well, I guess I am a little strange. I rinsed my hair and turned off the water. I put light make-up under my eyes, so it wouldn't look like I stayed up all night, and put a little eyeshadow and lip-gloss on. I still wonder where her guardians were when she was killed.
Time for my training session. I sighed loudly and grabbed my practice stake, running out my dorm.