A/N: So, this is chapter two. I finished it while trying to learn different foods in Swedish. Apparently, I still have to learn a completely new dialect for school. Oh, joy. Well, tell me what you think!

Enamored

Chapter Two

Everything was all too hot. The burning ache was more stronger than that of thirst- eloping the ancient Vampire in a deadly blanket of death. Blue flames that were hotter, and more painful than anything he had felt in all his life, slowly traveled up his arm. He could smell the rotting decay of burning flesh fill his senses. It was hard not to breath.

Although highly agonizing, this would surely make up for all the lives that he had taken. Sacrificing his life for all the lives he had taken. It was a fair exchange, he reasoned. Even if those who he had killed would never be able to fully rest in peace, he hoped some how that they would rest with the sense of freedom knowing in some way that the monster who took their lives had taken his own.

It was His redemption for their salvation.

Godric could feel himself slipping into a state of unconsciousness that felt as if he were resting until dusk. Everything was a bright flame before the edges of darkness slowly seeped through. Godric felt light; too light. It were as if he was floating on clouds.

He never thought that his death would be peaceful.

It was a strange thing, his death was. It were almost as if he were merely sleeping.

**

I spent the rest of my morning chewing on the inside of my cheek. It wasn't as if I never had a joint or two with Malachi Curtis. He was a 'punk' as the parents' called him. Malachi was an anarchist who thought the world a wasteland and that people spent their entire lives trying to amount to something when they only died in the end, and their self-filled legacy went along with them. Aside from the ounce of marijuana, and the occasional drink with Malachi, I never really did anything else.

The prospect of being with other people whom I did not know as I let my mind go into a completely unresponsive and very incoherent state almost caused me to hyperventilate. Logically, I should have just asked what I was going to agree to before I did so. Yet, my little string of tightly wound trust for Kimberly-Anne made me think illogically and just agree.

Stressing over this was making me lose all sense of concentration. Of course, second period math was merely twenty five minutes from lunch, it was beginning to feel unbearably long. I finished my work earlier and I was now left with nothing else to do except sit and wait.

"Hello." Ansley greeted, walking back from Student Guilds.

Sighing in relief, I gave Ansley a big smile. "Hey, Ansley."

His normally black hair was dyed a reddish brown color, framing his round face. The color suited him and his eyes. His eyes were a light brown, which went perfectly well with the new color. Ansley's outfit, on the other had, was a little bit more eccentric. Light green skinny jeans with a purple Pokemon shirt, and orange sneakers. It may not have matched his hair, but it definitely matched his personality.

Ansley Haywood was always eccentric and often called hyper-active. The teachers even thought he had ADHD, which was partly true. He was just too excited about everything and he had hard times focusing. Other than that, and his wild personality, he was a very smart person. Almost as smart as Malachi Curtis, who was merely an underachiever.

"Heard your goin' to Mr. I-Is-A-Stud Stanford." Ansley inquired, raising his eyes brown comically.

I shrugged my left shoulder. "Yeah. Kind of."

Ansley snapped his fingers, seemingly unaware of our math teacher sending him a glare. "Oh, hell no."

"Why not?", I questioned.

Had he heard about the highly illegal and very dangerous drug that was going to be there? Ansley was always against cruelty towards Vampires. He preferred that everyone lived together in harmony. Whist, everyone else was being narcissistic and judgmental about the topic.

It was getting so bad that if you were just a little pale, they assumed that you were dead.

"Hello. We have a study date for exams!", he exclaimed, as if I had just forgotten that the world was going to end soon.

Although, I did forget about that. In fact, I completely forgot about that. Of course, this would give me the perfect opportunity to just dip out of the party and save myself the addiction that would ultimately lead to death. I knew that I should probably tell Kimberly-Anne, but part of me highly doubted that she would listen to me.

"I forgot." I confessed.

He sighed melodramatically as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "What am I going to do with you, Aubrey?".

I rolled my eyes at his antics.

"Yes. What are we going to do?".

My eye's shifted over to Mr. Locke, the math teacher. He was glaring down at Ansley and I. Swallowing harshly, I turned down to my work. I knew I was going to get in so much trouble.

Clearing his throat, he begun to speak. "I'm giving you a warning Miss. Hewitt. One more time that you get in trouble, and I will see to it that you have a sever punishment."

Ding, ding, ding.

The bell rang, saving me from any other 'creative' punishments that he could have come up with. I gathered my books away quickly. I really did not want to hear the extra community work that he would have had in store for me. Nor did I want to miss lunch with Malachi, Ansley, and Mary.

**

"Whoa, V!?", Malachi exclaimed, throwing the butt of his cigarette on the ground.

I sat down beside Malachi, ignoring the horrible stench of smoke and clone. Malachi didn't usually smoke on school grounds- he only did it when there was something bothering him. Today, I was guessing that it was his father, who just recently went to jail. I shifted closer to Malachi, taking his calloused hand in mine.

Malachi looked like those trouble making skater kids you saw in the park either smoking or riding. His hair was long, reaching just below his jaw line. It was also a dirty blond color, and currently covered by a black and white stripped hat with a skull on the corner. His eyes were a deep green that beat mine in the beautiful scale by a long shot. Malachi wasn't too muscular- although, he wasn't that small either.

His style looked highly comfortable. Baggy jeans that hug near his knee caps, a plain, long-sleeved with shirt with a red checkered dress shirt with all the buttons undone over it. He had the the similar worn out shoes as I did. Except his were black with red checkers. Malachi also had the left side of his lip pierced, and his right eye brow.

Malachi's hand squeezed mine. His calloused fingers were probably caused by all the mechanic work he did on his car and his self-guitar lessons. He was a phenomenal guitarist and drummer. He was also a damn good mechanic.

Ansley made a suggestive noise in the back of his throat, his eyes locked on Malachi's and my own conjoined hand. Mary rolled her eyes behind her glasses. She slapped his arm hard before turning back to her neurologist book on human interactions. Ansley whimpered slightly.

"Ouch, Mary."

Mary looked up, "what?".

Ansley started bickering with her, only to be completely ignored as she continued to read about how people live in social environments. Mary was tiny for her age. Only five-foot-four. Her long black hair was usually pulled into a tie, but today it was down. Leaving little waves of black framing her face. She was oddly pale, light than me even. Her electric blue eyes clashed all too well with her complexion.

Mary, unlike Malachi or myself, grew up in a strict, catholic home. She would often only wear dressy skirts or sun dresses. She was not as laid back as the rest of us were. Although she was brought up Catholic, Mary wasn't religious.

"I think that you shouldn't go." She said simply.

I shook my head slightly. "I'm not. I just need a way to tell Kimberly."

Malachi lit up another cigarette. "Tell her your not going 'cause Malachi said you couldn't."

I cast a glance at him. "Oh? And why not?".

He held the cigarette with his index finger and middle finger. "V can get you hunted and killed by Vampires."

Ansley's eyes squinted in confusion. "How do you know?".

Malachi sniffed, "my friend knew a person who use to deal V. Hell, he use to deal a whole lot ta' shit. One day, he went missing. When he came back, John said he wasn't the same."

"Who is he?", Mary asked, adjusting her glasses.

"Lafayette. Dunno his last name. But I'm never takin' V. Neither are you." Malachi warned, poking me in the ribs.

I was in some way glade that I had Malachi, Mary, and Ansley as my friends. Of course, I missed Kimberly-Anne. Well, the old Kimberly-Anne. The one that would always glare at Malachi every time he lit up a cigarette. It was strange that she would start doing the things that she was against.

I gripped Malachi's hand tighter.

"Wanna go for a walk?", Malachi asked, throwing down the last cigarette that he would have today."

I nodded, "sure."

I stood up with Ansley, Malachi and Mary following soon after.

Malachi rubbed the back of his neck lazily. "I thought that me and Aubrey could go alone."

Ansley walked a few paces ahead of us. "Too bad."

I chuckled quietly, "doesn't matter. We all have to go to the same presentation anyways."

Malachi nodded, "sure, sure."

Ansley stepped into pace with us, elbowing my side.

The look in his eye meant that he was up to something. I was sure that it was going to get me in trouble. Trouble which I really didn't need now. Malachi took my hand once again, giving me a soft smile. I blushed and look away. Malachi wasn't usually this 'touchy-feel-y' with me, in fact we hardly ever talked like this. It was new, and to be honest, I think I like old better than new.

**

A/N: Its sort of short, and I believe it might just be the shortest one yet. I had to finish up my paper- which I wrote in Norwegian as appose to Swedish. Although, the most of the translations sound the same. Enough with my dull life, now. Chapter Three will be posted soon!