Blahblahblah I don't own the Night World Series. So well. I've working. Report cards were in and – don't shun me cause I sound like an over-achiever – I got an 86% average. Which was bad cause it was the same as this girl in my class and grrrrrrr and it was lower than this other girl in my class which is also grrrrrrr so ANYWAYS. I have no idea what I just said. But here's the chapter! xD
Warmth in the Darkness, Chapter 7: These Are the Weirdest Days of my Life
Will's P.O.V
Will shoved his hands in his black jeans pocket comfortably as he followed the sweet scent of O positive to another classroom. He slid his sunglasses on. Hunger. His gums throbbed, fangs trying to emerge. He picked up his pace, ignoring the stares and greetings. The classroom was big, with a giant desk and science equipment on counters framing the walls. Nine groups of black wooden desks formed clumps in front of the chalk board. He spotted the perfect spot to have lunch – a corner where he can overlook the whole classroom and out the window.
Blood.
In a flash, he jumped on the counter, took out the bottle with red liquid inside and stuck it inside his mouth. Mmm. A sweet taste exploded inside his mouth, and he instantly sucked the bottle for more. Once his hunger had somewhat dimmed, he stared out the window, wondering what his friends at Tacoma was doing… and the gang back there. Suddenly, he sensed a human approaching him. Again.
Will turned around and a pee-coloured math textbook filled his vision.
Slap.
The girl – Eliza, it seems, according to her mind – raised the book again and let it drop.
Slap.
You don't know how dangerous your actions are, human, he thought coldly. Control yourself. He closed his eyes, and once they were opened again, only those showed his annoyance. After all, being smacked on the head with a textbook isn't terribly interesting for him. Eliza started screeching about some other human, and he could only stand there dully. With a final slap, she shuffled away – maybe "hobbled" is the right word, he thought dryly – and made her way back to her friends. Will blinked once and took a swig of the blood, staring out the window with a mildly bemused expression on his face.
Canadian humans are weird. How delightful, he thought mockingly.
"Hey. Umm… you're new here, right?"
Another human. Will turned around, and as the scent of O positive blood filled his head, he blinked, trying not to leap on the girl. He nodded curtly while studying her face. Heart shaped face. Dark brown almond-shaped eyes framed by non-Asian long eyelashes. Black hair. Full pink lips that were stretched to a timid crooked smile. He noticed that she looked pretty fragile with her shortness, despite her muscles, probably built from swimming. So he had to protect her, in order to get the good stuff inside of her. How annoying.
"I'm Vivienne," the girl was saying. She took out a piece of lined paper and started writing ideas for the French group project.
"Will," he said coldly.
He sensed Vivienne pause and her eyes on him. Look away, and get back to work, he thought irritably. He optioned for using mind control, but it only worked when he was staring into the person's eyes, and he didn't want to look into the girl's right now. He was too proud.
"You don't have to be so mean, you know."
Her voice was low and quiet but filled with hurt and a tinge of loathing… which made his heart constrict in her hurt. Damn.
Still refusing to look at her, which would've made it much easier; he fixed his gaze on the opposite wall. "I'm not mean. Go back to your work." Good. Cold. Detached.
He felt the silver flame of her anger. "I'm not your slave," she hissed.
"I know. But you're the productive one. So do what you do best and work." His own annoyance was starting to build up, and he had to actually keep concentrating to remain emotionless.
"And what would happen if I don't work?"
He shrugged. "Then we'll fail."
She was seething, he could tell. Almost out of control. Not my problem, though, he thought.
"Go rot in hell," she finally spat, pushing herself away from the table and standing up.
"Been there, done that."
O Positive stormed away – but not before growling under her breath, much to his surprise – to her friends that were working, out in the hallway.
Idiot, he thought. But he'd still have to protect her… if he were to get her blood. It smelled untainted, without the ugliness of beer and drugs. The only reason why he wanted to protect her was to keep it clean.
At least, that's what he wanted to think.
"Vivienne! Let me help carry your books," Will heard a guy say.
Not him again, Will thought irritably. The guy – Keith apparently – had a past. He had searched his brain the moment he had talked to O Positive, and it had been ugly. Five girlfriends in a week. His record was seven a week.
Asshole.
And now he was flirting with his food, his property, and it bugged him somewhat. It awakened different emotions in him... Horror. Disgust. Anger. Fear. Jealously, though he didn't admit it. How good it would feel if those eyes were looking at him like that? But what made fear and disgust dominant was that she was actually blushing. O Positive was looking at him with her brown eyes interestedly without any guards like she usually would, and she had an open face. She looked sort of innocent, like one of those girls who haven't seen anything bad, and Keith was a demon, looking for an opening to devour her.
Surprise, surprise. He sounded like he was describing himself. Demon? Check. Devouring her? Double check. So maybe he was the biggest demon of all. He grimaced, a sick feeling appearing in his stomach.
"I forgot something in my locker. I'm going to get it," the small demon said.
Will's eyes shone with a fierce glow. He dropped his backpack beside his chair and tailed after Keith. If he had to make his move, now was the time.
Keith turned left ahead. Will followed silently. The only sound was Keith's shoes shuffling on the cement floor. He started to slow down as he reached his locker, whistling to himself. Will ran at his top speed – which is basically a blur to a human's eyes – and silently stood behind Keith, hands in pockets. And he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
What a dumb human, he thought. The guy still didn't notice him. Keith was disgusting and dumb. What does O Positive even see in him? Will thought, rolling his eyes.
Finally, Keith turned around from his locker and spotted Will. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his hands rose up in a surrendering position.
"Shit man! You could've given me some warning."
When Will just smiled, he advanced on Will threateningly, raising his fist.
"Say sorry."
Smile.
"Say sorry, you ass."
Smile.
"Say –"
Will slammed him against the locker, smile still in place.
"Dude! Let go of me!"
"Let's get it straight. You don't bother Vivienne, and I won't bother you," he said blandly.
Keith grinned. "So have a crush on her, don't you?" He sang, just like a 3 year old.
He tightened his grip on Keith's shirt. Keith whimpered. "Just stay away from Vivienne and we'll be fine." Each word was cold and precise, like independent icicles.
"Chill man, I was just playing around. Can you let –?"
Before Keith was even finished, Will dropped him and was out some nearby doors. His rage and frustration was almost enough to push him off the edge. How could he say that he liked Vivienne?! His fist collided with a wall. It was ridiculous! She's food! He knew the other Night People would think it was a good thing. Hell no. They're food and food only, he thought firmly.
But he knew deep down that he mostly feared Keith telling Vivienne he liked her. Understatement. He lovedher. She was, quite literally, his life.
He'd heard of previous Night People during the "Apocalypse" finding their soulmates. But since the Apocalypse was over, almost for a decade, wasn't the Soulmate Principle supposed to back down or something? He won't tell Adriel and his parents… even his friends. He'll have to keep it a secret.
And he was positive that he will never talk with Aradia.
Vivienne's P.O.V
So it's been interesting these days, she thought dizzily. First I faint and go the hospital, then I meet "the guy of my dreams", Alex, and then I meet "the second guy of my dreams", Will. And now insulting, dog-face Keith is holding my books and talking to be like we were best friends since we were born. Which is kind of awkward. She tried not to sigh as some rude Grade 3 shoved past her… children these days.
She remembered when she and Will had their fight. Hell, he called her a slave, been an ass, and made her feel stupid and embarrassed. Annoying. She clenched her teeth, eager to just punch him in the face. Well the "guy of her dreams" is totally off target. "The guy of hell" fits more. Weird how ironic that would turn out to be.
She opened her locker, and peered around, looking for a piece of paper she thought she had stuffed inside…
Slam.
Vivienne jumped in surprise and found Keith leaning against her locker door, grinning impishly. She glared at him wordlessly and gingerly pulled the locker door back, forming a wall between her and the idiot.
"Hey, Viv." Keith opened the door again.
"What do you want from me?" Her cheeks burned.
Acting as if she didn't feel all warm and sweaty was going to be a problem, let alone acting cool.
"So I have this party tomorrow at my house, and you're going to come."
She almost dropped her art bag on her foot. "Huh?"
"I have a party at my house tomorrow and you're coming. It's 6:30 at night. Here's my address," he handed a frozen Vivienne a slip of paper. "See you there."
He stalked off, grinning the whole way, while Vivienne just stared blankly at the place where he had just been.
Uhh… what exactly just happened? Why was she holding his address? … whatever, she'll just think about it later. She stuffed the piece of paper in her backpack and yelled at no one in particular, "What's for homework?!"
"3 quatrains about yourself and if you need to, a toga design for the show!" Someone shouted back.
Vivienne packed her bag accordingly and stood up with a heavy backpack. God. Then there was also the Arts Unionville application, the double self-portraits, and what kind of toga should she make for the girl with the December monologue? And the 3-D project…
"Guess what?!" Eliza was beside Vivienne holding her Nokia n95, sliding it up and down in excitement.
"What?"
"Tom told me yesterday that he was gonna call me today sometime around now!" Eliza's hands shot up and her eyes and mouth looked as big as a watermelon.
Vivienne's eyes lit up and she yelled along with Eliza.
Then both of them stared down, occasionally giggling, at the phone while everyone else evacuated the building. About 5 minutes later, the phone chirped and Eliza shrieked while pressing the talk button.
"Tom!!!" Her eyes lit up as she happily chattered with the phone.
Vivienne suddenly dropped her bag, a plan forming in her head. She quickly gathered Kristina, Penelope, Rachelle and Naomi, shushing when they tried to complain. She explained her plan, and nodded in satisfaction when they agreed immediately.
"On 1, kay?" She murmured, sharing a grin with everyone.
They nodded, so she counted down. Someone's going to be in for a surprise.
"3… 2… 1!"
Rachelle and Penelope grabbed Eliza's arms with a loud, "wee!!" while Kristina snatched the phone, and put it on speaker. Naomi just stood there, looking at the scene blankly. Vivienne rushed to Kristina giggling like a mental person and heard Tom asking, "What's going on?!" multiple times.
"Hey Tom," she said to the phone, trying not to laugh.
"Hey…" The phone buzzed to the sound of his uncertain voice.
Vivienne couldn't help it. She started laughing really hard, almost howling like a feral animal. Penelope, Rachelle and Kristina joined in, yelling that she was crazy in between laughs. Eliza was too busy shrieking about giving her phone back, and Naomi was still staring at everyone.
"You're crazy!" Vivienne shouted back.
"According to the sound of an evil mastermind just figuring out how to destroy the world, I think the person who abducted Eliza is Vivienne and Penelope. If they are there, then Kristina, Naomi and Rachelle would probably be helping them. Right?" Tom said from the phone. He sounded like he was smiling.
"You sound really nerdy, Tom," Kristina smiled back at the phone, fixing her hair even though Tom couldn't see her. She thought he was hot, of course, and always tried to impress him, or "tease" him. That always made Eliza pissed, and everyone else disgusted, so she hardly did it anymore, just "gazing up at his hot face and swooning".
"I know. Is there a problem with that?"
Kristina motioned for Vivienne to take the phone in panic. Vivienne smirked, and pretended to think while the silence lasted longer and longer.
"Hello?"
Kristina scowled and shoved the phone in her face, forcing Vivienne to take it. Fine, she mouthed to Kristina.
"Hello?"
"Uhh Tom?"
"Is Kristina hiding from me again?" Tom was definitely grinning.
"Obviously. Anyhoo, listen up, cause you're going to buy me a present!" Vivienne announced happily.
"Uhh… why?"
"Cause you owe me one," she said, making up a random excuse.
"And me!" Penelope and Rachelle yelled from across the hall.
"Me too!" Kristina said.
"Yay! Buy me like one of those bobble-head dolls from there, okay?" Naomi stuck her head above the phone, waiting happily.
"What the hell?!"
"If you don't you'll get shunned by all of us on your day back. And we'll tie up Eliza so you wouldn't get to see her."
"Fuck! Eliza can fight all of you losers. So you guys won't get anything. Ha," Tom said calmly. Suddenly, they heard a crash in the phone, but no one said anything, neither did Tom.
"You suck," Kristina finally said.
"Give the phone back to Eliza, or else you guys won't get anything," Tom replied.
"So you'll get me the bobble-head?!" Naomi cried.
"Give the fucking phone back to Eliza."
Vivienne put a finger to her lips and silently carried the phone to where Eliza was still restrained. Her shoes are off, Vivienne noticed. Probably Rachelle's doing. Eliza had a weak spot – her feet. So that's how they got her to be still. She clapped mentally.
"Tommy!" Eliza yelled, struggling to get to the phone. Her arms and legs waved, and Rachelle immediately poked her foot. Eliza's legs gave a sort of spasm, with a loud shiver-sigh to go with it.
"Hey idiot. So you got yourself abducted by little children, huh?"
"Hey!" Penelope yelled.
"Well you know what; these are not common little children. They are devils in disguise, okay? So don't talk to me like that!" Eliza spazzed, ignoring Penelope. "Except Vivienne, my little sweet innocent child," she added as an afterthought.
"Right. Well –"
Crash.
"Haha – you broke something," Eliza teased, doing her best to point her finger at the phone.
They heard a far-off shout and Tom shouting back before he spoke to them again.
"Fuck… Eliza, I'm sorry, but I have to go." His voice was oddly laced with panic, and it was soft but urgent. "My brothers – they're in trouble. I'll call you back okay?"
"Okay, Tom. And… be careful," Eliza said.
Well that was a first. Eliza being worried about Tom.
"Bye Tom," everyone chanted together.
"Bye losers. I'll see you probably next week."
Then he hung up.
Penelope and Rachelle let go of Eliza, and she quickly put on her shoes. Vivienne handed the phone back to her.
"What was that about?" Rachelle asked.
Eliza shrugged. "It's probably nothing. Maybe he has to clean up after his brothers or something."
"Clean up so much that he has to stay for another three days?" Vivienne asked sceptically.
Eliza shrugged again. "Whatever. We have to go – our parents are probably worried."
"I guess so…" Vivienne let go of it now. But for some reason, a dark feeling hung over her. Again. This is getting way too repetitive, she thought crossly.
On the way pass Naomi, who was packing her bag, she caught a glimpse of black hair in her bag, which was rather odd, since she just freshly dyed her hair orange.
"What's that?" Vivienne asked, pointing at Naomi's bag.
Naomi looked up, paled for a second, and then quickly zipped up her bag, and stood. "It's something I'm using for a project."
Vivienne shrugged, considering she doesn't know much about Naomi's after-school stuff.
But she couldn't help remembering Naomi's way-too panicked face looking up at her.
I'm personally proud of myself, since I developed some plot and crap. :D Yay! Reviews would make you a faithful reader who I love. And P.S. this chapter was EXTRA, EXTRA long!!
