Disclaimer: Like I said before; I own none of the characters, all belong to L.J Smith. Only the plot is mine. All similarities between events, characters, etc. is strictly coincidently. Well, that's a no-brainer, 'cause last I checked, vampires don't really exist, er. . . right?
Sorry I took so long to get this up, I swear I've had the worst writers block ever! Thanks to all you guys who reviewed: sporky, greeneyes, Dreamdust, Fallen, Leopardess, and plkitten13. Luv'ya guys!
Just to warn you though, I'm not planning on this being a particularly long, fic, a few chapters maybe. So if you do want more, I might be able to write sequel, if I can think up a plot for it. J
It's not like I'm doing anything wrong, really Morgead is always preaching to us about how vermin are weak, ignorant creatures whose only use in this plane of reality is to feed us. So why can't I just have a little fun with them? Jez mused, gazing out the window of her 6th period math class enviously at the passing motorists, particularly those on motorcycles.
"Miss Jezebel Redfern, do you have the answer to the question?" Mrs. Hennessy demanded imperiously through her nose as her eyes puckered in distaste at the said delinquent.
Jez's head swiveled threateningly at the mention of her full name, her cool, silvery gaze meeting the teacher's with nonchalance.
The middle-aged woman made an impatient whooshing sound through her nose. "I repeat, Jezebel Redfern, what is slope-intercept form? You should have learned this already, this is review, or should I contact the school counselor about a mistake in your placement, hmm?" Mrs. Hennessy threatened, stalking closer until the rank odor of her cheap perfume and cake-like foundation assuaged Jez's senses, making her eyes sting and her throat cough in protest .Jez blinked furiously, clearing her throat as she glared at Raven Mandril's empty seat near the door. Damnit, why is it that when I get called on to answer a question, the one person who paid attention in class all last year, is absent? Jez turned her attention back to the towering figure currently suffocating her with its' dollar-store products. She waited a beat, listening to the snickers and snide glances flying about the room in the wake of the teacher. She then tranquilly fixed her silver gaze with Mrs. Hennessy's own dull brown, and watched as the educator's pupils began to dilate, almost in fear. Jez's eyes became hooded once more as the corners of her mouth turned up in a satisfied smirk at her victim's vacant expression. Her smile widened more, in a somewhat feral look, baring her teeth as she responded quite simply: " Y =mx+B"
" Thank you, thank you very much . . . well done, Jezebe- I mean, Jez . Mrs. Hennessy murmured as she made her way back to the front of the room. She proceeded with the lecture, oblivious to the fact that all attention was not directed at her, as usual, but drawn to a certain silver-eyed biker with a flaming, disheveled mane, in the back, who, in turn, was ignoring her enraptured audience, preferring to return to her previous observations of the metropolitan wildlife.
*Rewrite here, I really didn't like this part the first time around, to say the least.
Jez balanced her books precariously in one arm while venting her frustration on the various objects in her locker under the pretense that she was clearing space for the said textbooks in her grasp.
" Now , I know you think Shakespeare was criminally insane, and wrote his masterpieces just to torture future generations in English class;but don't punish the book, it's suffered enough over the centuries." Drawled an amused voice from over her shoulder.
Jez snorted incredulously, rolling her eyes. " Don't tell me you're now advocating the merits of the educational system, Morgead," she laughed.
" Me? Never. I only come here when I feel like it, and today was just one of those days." He replied, leaning back with a creak of leather against an adjacent locker.
Jez turned to face him, unconsciously imitating his pose against the doorjamb of her own locker. " Or last night was just one of those slow nights. No good parties, hmm?" She remarked with a knowing glance, before returning her attention to her locker.
" Ah, I confess, the night life was dead, no pun intended." He responded chuckling a bit, his eyes warming with the friendly banter. His verdant gaze meandered for a moment before it was captured by a fluorescent orange piece of paper wedged between Jez's monolithic Math and Science books. He cocked his head quizzically, and then deftly plucked the flyer from Jez's grasp with surprisingly elegant fingers. Apparently his sleight of hand wasn't deft enough, for Jez whipped around with an indignant "Hey!" and snatched it back from him before he could turn away. It was too late though; Morgead had already skimmed over it enough to get the gist.
His expression visibly cooled as his features crystallized into the fine lines of an ice sculpture. "My, my… aren't we ambitious? What'd you have to do to get invited to this Kenneth's party?" He queried, his words snapping with the glacial tone. His eyes returned to their customary chipped jade, as opaque as the stone to prevent errant thoughts and fierce emotions from being revealed. "Now I may not be as in as you've managed to be in your first couple of days, but I do know that he graduated last year… barely."
Jez clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes defiantly. 'I really don't think you should be handing out advice on who to hang out with, seeing as how your judgment has proven often to be clouded in that respect. Speaking of which, I'd think you'd be the most understanding. I know how you prefer to snack on more…let's say attractively packaged meals, rather than your everyday Mary Jane. That's all I'm doing here; choosing the French Merlot over the common Budwieser." Jez explained with a decidedly haughty air. Conveniently enough, she had managed to cram all of her books and miscellaneous things into her locker satisfactorily by the end of her spiel. She slapped her locker closed with a flick of her wrist before addressing Morgead: " Now, if you have anymore brotherly advice to share, it'll have to wait. My uncle's girlfriend is picking me up to go shopping." Before Morgead could interrupt she halted him with a wave of her hand. " Her idea not mine. You know how witches get, they think everyone should get along, bond with one another…whatever," and without a goodbye she quickly strode down the hall, shooting death glares in every direction to clear her path.
Morgead stood for a moment, mounting fury roiling behind his frigid, still caught up in her earlier words. He tensed for a moment before throwing the frustrated thought after her; My activities with my "attractively packaged meals" aren't limited to feeding, and I'm sure those extracurricular activities are just exactly what those guys are expecting. After receiving no answer he swiveled tightly around, resisting the overwhelming urge to crash his fist through the nearest locker, which happened to be Jez's, and stalked off in the other direction.
A/N Well, that's that for the revision hope you liked it.