Chapter 2

The rain grew increasingly harder as she sped through traffic. She thought about the looks she was probably receiving. She realized that it's not everyday that one would see a young woman on a modified track bike, with a sword sheathed to her back. At this thought she laughed slightly to herself. Bringing her concentration back to the road she raced across town and onto the highway, she knew here she could really let it all out. She set herself down low on her bike and increased her speed. She weaved in and out of traffic tempting death many times but it wasn't that she was a 'daredevil', death didn't interest her, she dealt with it everyday it was nothing new. In fact she did it to keep her skills honed. She'd used these 'skills' often especially when she was hard up for cash. She'd enter some local underground rally and she always managed to win. It wasn't luck on her side...although she had hoped people would think that, it was her demonic blood that helped her. She could see further ahead of her, she could predict the actions of the other riders, and her reaction time was much quicker than any normal human. But that wasn't why she was doing this now. The speed made her feel alive. The rush of the pavement under the wheels kept her awake. And the gentle hum of the road soothed her restless soul. But it was also the danger involved, and she did get that honestly. She had grown up knowing the dangers of life, especially the life her father lived. It was the danger he lived for, and the same blood that coursed through his veins coursed through hers as well. She needed to know the feeling of danger; it was like a drug to her. The heat of battle had always been her favorite feeling. It was the danger she loved. But of course it was all temporary. She'd be at the prison called school in a matter of minutes. Where as it always happened teachers that wanted her to conform, but how was she to conform when she wasn't anywhere near normal and as it always happened they'd confront her. She didn't let her mind deal with this issue for very long, she came upon the school driveway and all thoughts about anything but the sheer madness she was about to throw herself into vanished. She didn't think anyone truly understood the danger she was putting these innocent people in. But it was no matter now.

"Great...from one hell hole to another." she said to herself

She pulled her bike into a parking space and turned it off. She put the kickstand down and dismounted. She looked toward the entrance. A slight smirk played on her lips as her eyes met a few students with horror-struck looks on their faces. She realized that her in her full on leather attire must have been a sight, but nothing she hadn't heard before. "Shouldn't you be working the corner?"..." Where's the rest of you biker gang?" It was all very old to her. She slinked to the door and walked inside. The school was huge and there had to be at least 1000 kids in the lobby alone. The people closest to her when she walked in stopped and looked at her. She felt the stares and open gawks, but truly she didn't care. She moved silently past all of them to the main office.

She walked over to the desk and stood there for a few moments. The older lady at the desk kept to her work and didn't even seem to notice Aurora's presence. Aurora cleared her throat softly to stir the woman's attention. The woman looked up from her computer monitor and gasped at the sight of Aurora.

'Who...who are you?" she asked in an offended tone.

"I'm a new student...Aurora." she said blankly.

"Oh...yes...I was told about you...your schedule and map are right there on the desk, your teachers have already been informed of your..." she glanced at the sword strapped to Aurora's back. " situation..."

"Thanks..." she turned to leave but not before she heard the old woman mutter. " I still don't understand the need. I mean...all that for 'self-protection' hmm..."

Aurora smiled to herself. Her father had lied. He didn't tell them the truth, he told them something that was 'acceptable'. It was sometimes funny to her how naive these humans were. They turned a blind cheek to her differences with a simple lie from a man they didn't even know. She dismissed their ignorance and looked at her schedule and map. She began to make her way through the winding halls to her first class. Psychology.

"Perfect...first class and they're already going to think I'm crazy." she muttered.

She came upon the room and entered. The teacher was already there passing out papers. She had hoped with all her might that they wouldn't notice her. But of course everyone looked in her direction and not 5 seconds later she heard the murmur through the class.

"Miss. Aurora...wow such a unique name...hmm..." he said, marveling at her sword.

"Yeah..."

"Oh, anyway your seat is over there, and here are the papers you're going to need. Everyone this is Aurora." he exclaimed.

She looked around in horror as everyone just stared at her. She made her way to her seat and took off her sword quickly and set it on the floor. She sank into the seat and felt like disappearing. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and locked eyes with the most powerful set of deep brown eyes she could ever imagine. It took a second but she caught her breath and looked at the person that had tapped her. He was tall, lanky, with baggy pants on and a black T-shirt. His hair was dark brown and his skin was Italian olive.

" Hey, its your first day isn't it... yeah mine too... I'm Allen. Nice to meet you." he said contently.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too." she said with a shy smile.

"Hey let me see your schedule." he took it from her hand and scanned over it. " Ha! We have lunch and Chemistry together. Maybe if I catch you we can sit together at lunch, ya know with us being to two new outsiders." he handed it back to her.

"Maybe..." she said she was slightly taken aback by his friendliness. She turned back around and kept her eyes to the front of the class the rest of the period.