Pure Blood

by MurtaghSpamanoGirl

There were things, even we considered wrong. even we had laws, some of which penalized with death. There were those people, who were pure. Those were the people we had to stay away from. Those were the people we weren't allowed to touch. That was one of few rules I would never break. And yet... Follow the story of a vampire who falls inlove with a human. Yaoi, and blood involved

2. The day I got to know you

"Students, shut up, or I will call the police and have you all arrested for sexuall harrasment!"
Such were the greetings of Tindra Overstrand, our teacher in chemistry.
"As if you could ever pull that off."
And such was the reply of Jennifer Dxter, 16 years old, and one year ahead of her classmates in chemistry.
"You'd be surprised at what I can pull off, ms Dxter." Mrs Overstrand answered with a devious smile. "Now, let's begin with class. Most of you are seventeen, meaning, you should manage to pull through some actual stuff in this class. Sadly, for you, I don't actually give that much of a damn, so I didn't bother fixing something in good time, so today, you will be doing something so basic, not even you can't fail!"
"Ms Overstrand." Jennifer asked.
"It's Mrs. Must I explain this to you again? Seriously, how did you even pass kindergarten? Now you were saying?"
"Didn't you just say, you hadn't prepared anything? Then how can you have an assignment for us. How can you know we're doing it right."
Mrs Overstrand rolled her eyes.
"It's easy Ms Dxter. The assignment you're about to do, is so easy that I already know the answers by heart."
Mrs Overstrand stroke a stray of raven-black hair out of her pale face and sat down by her desk-chair, tapping on her computer. As she wrote, the words displayed on the board behind her. As the assignment of the day displayed before my eyes, I slowly zoned out. As usual, when in class, I focused on a specific smell to avoid a headache. In chemistry, that would be Mrs Overstrand. Don't get me wrong, I didn't have some sort of teacher crush or something, I swear. But Mrs Overstrand didn't have any disturbance going around. Well, maybe she did, but nothing that affected her blood. Light blue eyes went back and forth over her computer-screen as she wrote, not once looking up at the class that was creating all the buzz around. Her face was a mask of calmness, but something told me she had something on her mind.
Mental note to myself: "Stop zoning out like this."
I felt his scent only seconds after he knocked on the door.
"Enter!" Mrs Overstrand called.
The door squinted open, and Septimus peaked in, hair covering the most-part of face.
"Oh." Mrs Overstrand perked up. "My newest addition. I hope it's worth my while. Pie, is it?"
"Septimus, professor."
"You don't have to be so formal. Call me Mrs Overstrand. Now, Mr Pie. Here's the basic rules. In my class, we have arranged seats, meaning you work in pair. Please take a seat next to Mr Volt. That's no problem, right, Mr Volt."
My mind was working on high speed, practically fighting itself. My common sense was telling me how not good this was. At the beginning of this course, I'd been more than thrilled, no to have to work in pair. Sure, I was pretty much worthless when it came to chemistry, but I stilled preferred it. But my, my instincts didn't quite agree.
"Of course not, Mrs Overstrand." I smiled brightly, though keeping my mouth shut.
What the fuck was I doing? I couldn't work with him? How the hell was I supposed to focus on class, with that guy whit his fucking gordious fa... blood. Yes, his blood. That was the problem. His blood had an unexpected impact on me. It was all because of his blood, nothing else. What the hell did Zeed know? Inquiring that I gave a damn of what this guy looked like. Please. No, it was all just his blood, oh and his eyes of course. The eyes that were looking at me right now. Shit. He was but mare inches away from me, and he looked at me. Fangs, fangs, fangs, fangs! I freaked. Retract the freaking fangs! And why the hell was my heart beating faster!?
"Why are you staring at me?" I questioned, if only to distract myself from... well everything.
"I-I'm not staring." Septimus defended himself, blushing from embarrassment. "I was asking you a question."
"O-oh, sorry. I got distracted, you were saying?"
"The assignment."
"Oh yeah, it's on the board. Mrs Overstrand claims that it's gonna be really easy"
Septimus looked up at the board, reading it through with a bored sigh.
"7, 12, 0, 14, 4, 8, 10."
"What the hell was that?"
"The answers. Mrs Overstrand was right, that was easy."
I couldn't even keep myself from staring at him this time.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked, suddenly looking worried. "D-did I do something?"
"N-no!" I stuttered. "You just caught me off guard that's all."
"Oh."
Septimus looked away ashamed.
"I'm sorry. I tend to get over-confidant when it comes to chemistry. So, eh, now that we're done with the assignment; what happens now?"
"Not sure." I admitted, leaning back in my chair. "Might just as well get to know each other."
"Get to know each other?"
Sky-blue eyes looked at me in confusion.
"Yeah." I shrugged.
"Is that really something that should be done in class?"
"Takes time, doesn't it? Or do you have some dark secret, that can't be uttered
out loud?" I teased.
"Don't we all?" Septimus answered absentmindedly. "Question is, how dark is it?"
Once again, when those ice-blue eyes met mine, I got the feeling that he was reading me like an open book.
"So, you're living with your aunt." I asked, awkwardly. "Alone?"
"No, I have four cousins, as well as an uncle."
"Don't you find that sort of annoying?"
"If you'd ever meat my cousin, you wouldn't ask that. So what about you?"
"Well, I live with my dad, my two uncles, my cousin Janice, my aunt, and my uncle in law."
"Your uncle in law?"
"That's the guy who's married to my aunt. So what about your family at home?"
"In Florida, I used to live with my parents, my brother and my baby sister."
"No way, you're from Florida."
Jennifer Dxter was suddenly looking our way (know that she never did that for no reason) leaning at her desk to get a better look at Septimus.
"Like, oh my God! That's so cool. I'm Jennifer. Sophomore, but I read chemistry a year ahead."
"That's very impressive, I guess that means you knew these answers too."
"I did." Jennifer laughed. "I'm thinking of asking my dad, so I can jump to senior chemistry."
"Wouldn't that be the day of joy?" Mrs Overstrand called from her place at her desk. "Trust me, I would be happy to send you to college if it meant that I could get rid of you. Shut up now, will you? I have a call."
Sure enough, the phone on her desk was vibrating violently. Jennifer was way to interested on eavsdropping on Mrs Overstrand, to stop flirting with Septimus (didn't she have a boyfriend?), so at least for the moment I wouldn't have to listen to her.
"Oh, it's him again." Mrs Overstrand muttered annoyed, before answering the call. "Ok, what've you got? Blow my mind. Mhm? Is that so? Oh, please, you can do better than that. No, what makes you think that? Oh, dammit, there's someone else calling, I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Mrs Overstrand hung up on her phone and flipped it up to answer her new call.
"Hi sis. Nice to hear from you again. Oh yeah, no problems. The plane was a bit late, but nothing big. Yeah, don't worry about it. I thought we talked about this like a week ago. No, I promise you, it's okay." Mrs Overstrand laughed. "So how is Es handling it? Mhm? Yeah, I know. Oh, they're growing so fast. Oh she's in third grade now. Oh yes, I couldn't be prouder. Her grades are great. Oh that's right, it's his first year in junior high. *cough* Well, he's doing his best. At least, he seems to be enjoying High School. Oh, and I took a look at those grades. They're beating Edward's by miles. You know, sis, I will tell you about that, but I have a lesson going on, of course not. That would mean I cared, but I'm not discussing that when the demons are listening. Well, I'll talk to you later. I'll call you after work. Yeah, by sis. You too, give my regards to Marcellus. Bye."
Mrs Overstrand hung up again, before sending a grim look to me and my class.
"Are you done yet?" she asked.
There was a barely audible mumbled, as reply. And, of course, a hand instantly shot into the air.
"Ms Overstrand?" Jennifer asked. "Aren't you supposed to be our role-model?"
"Who's spreading those kind of rumors about me? Well, whatever, why are you asking?"
"Well, does that mean; when we're working, may we also talk on our mobiles during work-hours?"
I don't know what Jennifer was expecting, but it most likely wasn't what she got.
"Sure you may, Ms Dxter. That is, if you are ever in a place, where you are so good at what your doing that you are one hundred percent irreplaceable, you may do pretty much anything you want, apart from anything that is illegal, I can't guarantee that. Any other totally not relative questions?"
Another mumble, and Mrs Overstrand rolled her eyes.
"So back to you then."
Septimus almost jumped out of his seat when Jennifer turned back to him.
"So where in Florida do you live?"
"M-Miami."
"Like the Miami, with Miami beach, like Ashley Green the actress from Twilight, Miami."
"I don't actually know who Ashley Green is, and I find Twilight a huge joke against vampires, but yeah, I didn't actually know there were any other Miamis."
Jennifer giggled.
"You're so funny."
"H-how am I funny?"
Jennifer laughed again.
"Funny and modest. You're cute."
I couldn't help but snicker just a little.
"Well..." Septimus coughed awkwardly. "If you think I'm cute, I sort of failed with my outfit today."
Another false laugh.
"So, what kind of music are you into?"
"Ehm... I don't know, Acid Death, God Forbid, Six Feet Under, oh but My Bitter End is definitely my favourite band."
"Who?" Jennifer asked sceptically.
"My Bitter End? That's a death-metal band from New York. Todd Ranne, on gittuar, is great."
"Okay, enough with the chit-chat, okay? Let's go over the answers." Mrs Overstrand yelled, thereby ending the answer Jennifer was about to give.

"Alright, class dismissed. Get out of my sight before I fail you all."
Our class didn't even need to be told once. Before Mrs Overstrand had even finnished her first sentence, half of the class were on their feet.
"Hey, Septimus." Jennifer said. "If you want to, you can eat lunch with me and my friends later."
"How sweet of you Dxter." I cut in, feeling myself growing angrier. "But I'm afraid he's already eating lunch with me and the guys."
"Oh, yay! Eating lunch with the faggots. Are you trying to make him uncool?"
"You know, the correct form would be, homosexual."
"Fine, hang out with the faggot-table if you want to, but just know..." Jennifer winked at Septimus. "... once you've realized how weird they are, you're welcome to join the rest of us."
"You know, Ms Dxter." Mrs Overstrand said, suddenly standing right behind Jennifer. "I don't really like the language your using. That's discrimination."
"Oh yeah? What's that to you?"
"Have fun in detention, Ms Dxter."
Mrs Overstrand handed the detention note to Jennifer with a hint of a smirk.
"It's time to leave now, you three."
Jennifer put her nose in the air and stormed out. Septimus and I, however, were way slower.
"Hey Mrs Overstrand?"
Mrs Overstrand looked up from her desk.
"Yes, Mr Volt?"
"May I ask you something?"
"Depends." Mrs Overstrand winked. "Let's hear it."
"You know that thing earlier, about being irreplaceable and all, is that really true?"
"Every human being is irreplaceable, one way or another. But if you mean here at work." Mrs Overstrand chuckled lightly. "Well, I'm the best in the business around 's how easy it is."
"So you can pretty much do anything you want to as long as you keep within the rules?"
"Correct."
"But if you're so good, how come you're working on a school?"
I fond smile spread across Mrs Overstrand's lips.
"I made a promise once, when I was very young, and I intend to keep it. Run along now, or you'll be late for school. Oh, and Mr Pie."
Septimus turned back to Mrs Overstrand.
"Welcome to Somers High School."
"Thank you, Mrs Overstrand."
Mrs Overstrand nodded at Septimus and me before we left the classroom and entered the busy hallway.
"I hope you're not mad cause I snapped at Jennifer like that. Feel like I sort of blew your chances of hanging with the cool kids." I laughed nervously.
"It's alright. I was gonna turn her down anyway. I don't think I can handle a questioning like that again today."
"Good to know, then at least I promise not to question you anymore."
"You're not as bad. Jennifer just talks so fast, and she laughs... well, it sort of feels fake in a way. You're much calmer."
Septimus walked silently for a while.
"It's sort of like a vampire I suppose."
I froze on spot, causing Septimus to look curiously at me.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, ice-blue eyes focused on me.
"Y-you think I'm like a vampire?".I asked.
Septimus quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the left.
"I suppose you do sort of resemble a vampire." he said thoughtfully. "But I was talking about Jennifer. It's a metaphor. Jennifer wants something from me, just like a vampire wants blood. Therefor she's trying to get close to me, in order to get that thing, much like a vampire would have to get near his victim before he can take it's blood. After that, she'll simply wait for the moment and then snatch what ever it is she wants, just like the a vampire waits for his victim to be frail, before he attacks. After that, it's just a matter of time before she grows bored of me and dump in the trash with the rest of her old victims, like a vampire would drain his victim of every bit of blood, before leaving the corpse to rot."
"Wow, that's pretty precise." I laughed nervously, though hopefully convincingly. "So you're into vampires than?"
"Not really." Septimus shrugged. "My sister is more of a vampire-fangirl. That is except for Twilight. I'm just carrying on her message. We don't exactly share the same opinions."
"Okay, so your sister like "real" vampires then. I thought all girls nowadays liked the big and strong Edward Cullen."
Septimus released a light laugh, and NO I was not melting inside.
"You'd be surprised at the things my sister likes. You should see her face at my last boyfriend. She was ecstatic."
Boyfriend? Oh shut up. Not like I cared if he was gay or not. The only reason of why I felt so obsessive of this guy, was because he subcontiously wanted his blood. Not like he actually got angry and jellous when Jennifer was flirting with him. And still I asked.
"What happened?"
"I guess he turned too cool to be gay." Septimus shrugged, sadness reflecting in his sky-blue eyes.
"Oh, sorry. Guess that explains why you don't like Jennifer."
"No. I just generally dislike anything that's pink or sparkles, unless it's my sister. Though yeah, I suppose it did put an impact in one way or another."
"Why pink and sparkly?" I laughed.
"Just don't like it, that's all. May have something to do with my ex-girlfriend I suppose."
I looked at him with a puzzled look, as he said this with such carelessness.
"You're a very unique person, you know that?" I laughed lightly.
"Aren't we all?"
"So, what happened with you girlfriend?" I asked.
"Hm?" Septimus asked, sounding rather surprised at the question. "Nothing really, we just grew apart from each other. We just decided to split up. So what about you. I gather you've had your fair share of girlfriends."
I blanked out for a couple of seconds before smiling slightly.
"Well, there was someone, a long time ago, Raven, but it didn't work out."
Because I became a vampire.
"I'm sorry to hear." Septimus said thoughtfully, sky-blue eyes scanning the people as they went about through the hall.
Just then, Septimus' mobile went off, and Septimus excused himself before answering.
"Hello?" he asked.
From the other side of the line, I could clearly hear someone yelling in Spanish.
"Hi, Esteban." Septimus, sounding rather annoyed. "I don't know if you remember us discussing this, but I still don't know any Spanish, and I'm in school, so I really wouldn't yell so loudly. So, how's Cuba?"
"DON'T YOU GO FUCKING ASK ME ABOUT FUCKING CUBA AT A TIME LIKE THIS!" the voice yelled from the other line.
"And how's therapy going?" Septimus asked sarcastically. "And once again, I don't know if you get it, but I'm in school, so please stop yelling so loudly."
"AND DON'T FUCKING DARE ASK ME ABOUT MY FUCKING THERAPY! WHEN WERE YOU PLANNING ON TELLING ME THAT..."
And then I couldn't hear what the other was saying anymore.
"Oh, so the wannabe told you?" Septimus asked calmly.
"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT HE TOLD ME YOU... YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING TOLD ME YOURSELF!"
"I do think you're overreacting, Esteban."
It was calm on the other line again.
"Matthew's alright now."
"OF COURSE HE'S FUCKING ALRIGHT NOW, BUT THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE HE TOLD ME!"
"You know, I don't really think you understood what I meant by "not yelling"."
"DON'T YOU TALK BACK ON ME, YOUNG MAN!"
"I'm two months older."
I couldn't hear the response, cause the other seemed to be temporally calm down now.
"I understand that you're angry with me."
"FUCK YEAH, I'M ANGRY WITH YOU, YOU BRAT..."
"Still, two months older than you."
"I'M COMING OVER THERE THIS INSTANT, AND YOU'RE SO DEAD!"
"Nothing says, "I missed you, old friend", like pointing a gun at one's face."
"DON'T YOU GO FUCKING COVER THAT UP WITH YOUR SARCASM!"
"You know, Esteban, I've got class soon, so I'm hanging up now." Septimus said annoyed. "Bye, bye, Esteban."
"DON'T YOU HANG..."
Septimus hung up and shoved the mobile in his pocket.
"Man, that guy is overreacting." he muttered just before the bell rang again.