Family Tree

4

Melantha sauntered into Art with her pad and paint box and carried on with her project. She was in the middle of painting her exam piece, a portrait of her sisters and herself under one of the trees before the Summer Ball last year, and already she could tell this was going to be her greatest piece. She had a talent to make her paintings come alive, and make it look like they were actually moving, this might also be part of the fact that she added extract of Ambergris for emotion, Amber for self-confidence in her paints, but it worked really well.

Suddenly the door burst open, and a cold breeze swept over Melantha, she felt excited and intrigued by this, and after this tempest strode in a tall blonde guy, wearing a leather jacket and dark shades. Without having to ask, she knew he was one of her kind. Drop dead gorgeous, but deadly. And she wanted him.

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Estella was in her Gym lesson, warming up and talking to Willow and Robin.

"I wonder who our new Coach is going to be." Robin thought aloud.

"Yeah, since Mrs Old-field moved North. I hope it is someone less strict, that bloody whistle got on my nerves!" Willow replied.

"Well here comes the moment of truth."

Estella and all the other girls turned their heads towards the door…

"Oh Goddess!" whispers Robin, "I don't believe it! Its…its…"

"Andrew Harman…" Willow uttered

"The one who shouldn't have lived." Estella finished.

Andrew Harman walked up to the centre of the Gym and stood waiting, no analysing them, looking them up and down, seeing if any could be that little bit different from the rest. His eyes came upon three girls at the back, a smallish red head, a tallish slim girl, her silver hair tied up scruffy in a bun, and a tall girl, her inky black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. All three of them looked normal, extremely beautiful but he knew that they were deadly.

"Right girls, I'm coach Harman, and this semester we are doing Volleyball, so set up and we will get a game started to see what you have remembered."

Those dark eyes were so intense, and mysterious, Andrew knew those three girls know he is, and that dark haired one seemed most curious. He recognised her but he was not sure where.

Through out the game he kept a close eye on the three girls. Their reactions were amazingly quick and their responses were fast and accurate. Though the rest were struggling to remember, those three played to national standard, with the few on purpose mistakes as to not make anything too suspicious.

The bell rang shrilly.

"Ok girls well done, hit the showers, except you, may I have a word please?"

Estella went over reluctantly, trying not to look too suspicious.

"Yes sir?"  

"You played really well today. What is your name?"

"Thank you, Estella Harman sir,"

"Well Miss Harman, Midnight or Twilight?"

"Midnight sir,"

"Ah very good. I will put it plainly, you interest me Miss Harman, and I hope to be seeing more of you."

"That would be nice sir,"

"You can call me Andrew, I know how these human schools don't approve of student teacher relationships but we are not like them are we? And it wont be that much of an age gap will it?"

"No sir, sorry, Andrew, seven years if I am not mistaken."

"No you are not. Well you better hurry along to class, I will see you at the next meeting I hope?"

"Yes you will…Andrew."

And with that, Estella turned and fled.

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"Oh Estella, what am I going to do?" Hazel wept to her sister, "I want to find out about him, but I don't want him getting too attached in case… well you know!"

"Play him. Just go out with him once, find out what you want to know, and then just dump him. If that is what you think is best. You know the law, I have my own problems to deal with at the minute."

"What?" Hazel enquired

"Oh its nothing that serious, I will tell you and Melantha when we get home!"