The New Guy

The following morning when I awoke, I was met with Davion's green gaze. He was sitting in my chair by the desk, his arms on the arm wrest, his black shirt unbuttoned, exposing his toned stomach. He was looking right at me, just staring. He wouldn't even blink.

"Good morning," I greeted with a smile, running my hand through my tangled hair. " What are you still doing here?" I asked, meeting his gaze. "I was watching you sleep." He said in a low voice that made me shiver. I shot him a "you're crazy" look. "And why were you doing that?" I asked. His face held a thoughtful expression, "I've gone long enough without seeing you. I didn't want to miss another moment." Awwwwww! I squealed inside my head. He could be so hopelessly romantic! He wasn't planning on making this whole friend thing easy for me.

"How long have you been watching me?" I asked, stifling a giggle. His expression remained unchanged, "All night. I never left." I propped my head up on my arm, "What about your friend? You said you needed to check up on someone." His eyes moved slightly, but the rest of him remained eerily still, "He's fine. I spoke to his wife telepathically. He came out of the fight unscathed."

I flung the blanket off and turned my body so that I was sitting up and my feet hung over the side, "Fight? Is that were you got so beat up?" He nodded, "Nos' gang tried to stop me from coming home." I absently pulled my hair over my left shoulder, my fingers toying with the curls, "Where were you?" I asked, curiously. Unexpectedly he got up from his chair and went to the veranda. It was pouring rain outside, and the clouds were thick and dark, no sunlight at all could get through them. "I'll tell you later. Have a good day at school." He flashed me a beautiful smile before he leapt off the terrace to the nearest rooftop.

By the time I got dressed, the rain had stopped and sun had come out. I rode my bike to school, its wheels splashing through the shallow pools of rainwater along the road.

When I arrived at the school, I saw Kat and John kissing beneath the oak tree. I hopped off my bike, and ran up to them. "Morning guys!" I greeted giving them the biggest smile I could manage after months of pouting. They blinked in confusion back at me. "YOU'RE BACK!!!" they shouted happily after it all sunk in. They both hugged me tightly. "Uh…did I go somewhere?" "We'd say you did." Said Kat firmly, John nodding with a smile, behind her. The bell rang for class so we had to part ways, but I waved at them both before entering the building.

Later in the day, during Chemistry, I was surprised to see a new face sitting in the seat next to mine. It was a tall boy, with sandy blonde hair and green eyes (they couldn't hold a candle to Davion's) and warm toned skin. He was sitting there his upper body leaning forward, his elbows resting on the desktop and his head propped in his hands. He was staring off into space, suffering obviously from boredom. As I went to my seat, he looked up at me and smiled, brightly. I smiled politely back and sat down.

Soon the others swarmed into the classroom and I could hear the girls behind me chattering about the cute new boy. The teacher, Mr. Trumbolt, Greeted his new student. "Welcome to London District Catholic School. Please, stand up and introduce yourself to the rest of the class."

The sandy haired boy got up from his seat and came to stand at the front of the room. He smiled confidently, "My name is Ian Harker. My Dad's company just transferred him to their branch here in London." I recognized his accent, "Where were you from originally?" I spoke up, unable to hide my curiosity. His smile broadened, "New Orleans, Louisiana… is my accent that noticeable?" he began to laugh and the rest of the class followed suit. Regretting even opening my mouth, I slunk down in my seat.

Lunch was right after chemistry. We all got in line for food. I was actually hungry today.

Ian Harker's point of view:

My father and I were surprised to say the least, when William van Helsing sent word of an urgent mission here in London. I hated having to move of course but one does not turn down a direct order from the William van Helsing.

My first day of school started off badly with unending boredom and I was having a hard time following the teachers with their British accents. Things began to turn though when she walked into the Chemistry class.

I had never seen such a cute girl. She wasn't exactly my type either. Usually I go after the cheerleader types: tall, skinny, tanned skin, blonde highlighted hair. She was of average height, she was slender, her hair was naturally blonde, her eyes blue, almost silver, and she was slightly pale. I was shocked by the feelings she arose in me. I had not expected them.

At lunch I saw her again in line ahead of me. She was talking to the girl behind her, laughing and smiling. She took my breath away. The cute girl got her tray of food and went to sit down at a table already occupied by a guy with light brown hair. Immediately panic filled my chest. I jogged over to the girl she'd been talking to and tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention.

"Oh, hello, can I help you?" asked the girl. "Yes, who's that adorable girl with the blonde curly hair?" I asked, pointing in her direction. The shorter girl smiled, dimples forming at the corner of her lips, "That's Dawn Night." My eyes widened hadn't Helsing married a Night? "Any relation to William van Helsing?" I asked, prodding for information. She nodded, confirming what I found hard to believe. "That's her father. Do you know him?" I turned my body slightly so that I was looking at Dawn, sitting at the lunch table across the room. "Sort of. I don't know him personally, but I've heard of him." "Oh." She started off toward the table.

As she sat down, she leaned towards the boy, planting a kiss on his cheek. I let out a deep sigh of relief, thankful that this Dawn girl seemed to be fair game.

It took me a few moments to gather the courage to walk over there but the need inside me, took care of that problem.

Dawn's point of view:

Kat and I were listening to John's ranting about his upcoming soccer game, when the new guy, Ian, approached us.

"Hi Miss Dawn." He greeted with a big grin. I looked over at Kat who was smiling from ear to ear, the traitor. I looked back up at Ian. "Um, I was wondering if you had any plans for tomorrow night." He asked, his cheeks turning pink. "You mean a … date?" My mouth found it hard to form that last word. Ian nodded enthusiastically. "Yea, I thought maybe we could go see a movie or something." I pondered the idea for a few moments before answering. "Uh, I guess… that would be…fun." He seemed like a nice boy. He was no Davion, but maybe he could be a distraction from the one I really wanted.

Later that night I sat at my desk doodling as I thought about this new Ian character. When Davion was in the room my heartbeat would go out of rhythm and I found it even harder to breathe than normal, but with Ian I felt absolutely nothing, just the familiar shyness that came over me whenever any human male paid me any attention. I started to wonder if anyone would ever compare to him.

The feeling of Davion's cold hand on mine, broke my thoughts. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. His face was so close, I could smell the sweet scent of his breath. "You are quite the artist." He commented holding my hand still. "Is that me?"

I blinked out of my comatose and immediately began to blush. "Err…um…well I…yes." He chuckled from somewhere deep inside his chest. "Is it that bad?" I asked, my cheeks growing hotter. "No, its good. Even better than the original I think." He smiled at me.

"It's not that good." I muttered under my breath.

I turned in my chair to watch him move silently to my bed. He sat down on its edge. "Where did you learn to draw like that?" he asked, his voice full of interest. "My mom was an artist. She was studying art abroad when she met my dad." I pointed to a painting of our garden that hung over my bed. "That's one of my favorite pieces of hers. It's a painting of the garden on the roof of our apartment building. Isn't it beautiful?"

Davion turned his head to look at it. He stared at the painting with admiration. "You're mother had a lot of talent. This painting is amazing." "Thanks" I replied, smiling. He stood up crossing his arms over his chest, "So, what do you want to do tonight?" My smile broadened, "Let's go for a run!" I jumped up from my seat and bounced over to my closet to get some warmer clothes. As I rummaged through my disaster of a closet I could hear him chuckling in the background.

After I pulled on a hooded sweat shirt and some boots I ran to meet him at the open terrace doors. He bent down so I could climb onto his back. "Ready?" "OH YEA!" I encouraged him with a little kick of my heels at his side. "Getty up!" "Hey I'm not a horse!"

Helsing Organization Headquarters:

Ian Harker entered the meeting room with his father, Matthew Harker leading the way. They passed through the doors and Ian was shocked at how few guards where present, but when he saw who was sitting on the edge of William van Helsing's desk he quickly discarded his worry; the werewolf princess herself, Maria of the Valintegera clan. "Welcome, brother Harker." Boomed Helsing. "Matthew saluted him, "It is an honor to work with you again William. It's been far too long." He stepped to the side, gesturing to the boy behind him. "This is my son, Ian. I have been training him in the hunter's ways. He knows just about as much on the Unnaturals as I do. He will be a valuable ally."

William stroked his trimmed beard, "That he will. Tell me boy, have you met my daughter, Dawn, yet?" Ian straightened his back, "Yes sir. I…uh…kind of asked her out on a date already." William's deep voice broke out into laughter, "Good, good. That's just what I wanted." The laughter stopped but the smile remained. "You see, Dawn's gotten herself mixed up with a bloodsucker. I called you in to help me distance her from him." He got up from his chair and came to lean on the front of the desk, "Your mission is simple, distract her, keep her busy, and make sure her relationship with the parasite doesn't escalate any further. If at any time you feel that Dawn's life is in danger…" He picked up a crossbow from the desk and threw it at the boy. Ian caught it in mid air. "…kill 'em."

Dawn and Davion:

I had nearly forgotten how exhilarating running with a vampire was. He could move so fast and with such agility that it felt like a single fluid motion. He ran and ran until we reached the ocean, I told him to set me down on the beach.

He let me off his back and I threw off my boots and socks so I could walk at the water's edge. He too took off his shoes and came to walk with me by the churning waves. It was a full moon tonight, the light of the moon lit everything up. It was beautiful. "How's the "normal" life going?" asked Davion with a bitter tone. I bit into my lower lip, "Uh…I got a date tomorrow night." Davion stopped in his tracks, "Who?" he asked, his lips trembling in anger. "I'm not going to answer that question till you calm down." I retorted with my hands on my hips, He took a few deep breaths, "What's the fools name, Damn it!" I walked on ahead with my back to him, "Still not answering."

In an instant he was standing in front of me, with a pissed off look on his face. I sighed in defeat, "fine, his name's Ian Harker, he's a new kid at school." He growled deep in his throat.

My eyes narrowed in suspicion, "Why are you so mad? You want me to live a human life right?" Davion snarled in response, plopping angrily on the sand. "I just…didn't think you'd …move on so soon." He admitted. I sat down beside him, hugging my knees to my chest. "We just broke up last night and you've already got a new suitor lined up." I could hear him gritting his teeth. I could feel more blushing coming on, my face was probably as red as a cherry. "Are you saying you thought of me as your'…girlfriend."

He turned his face to glare at me, his eyes almost black with fury, "More like the love of my life. I was going to propose to you last night." He announced, causing my eyes to dilate. "W-what?" I stuttered trying to catch my breath. "You heard me. But then you rejected me and now everything is so F---ed up I don't know where we stand."

I stared strait ahead at the waves, unable to look at his hurt expression, "W-were you going to turn me?" "No! I could never put you through that hell." "And what happens when I die?" I asked glancing his way. We stared at each other for a silent moment, "…I die too." I picked up a shell and threw it into the waves, "It's a good thing I stopped you then, because I would've said no." He grabbed my face and turned it towards his, "Why? Didn't you say you loved me?" I had never seen him look so mad, he was probably closer to killing me then than ever before. I returned his glare, trying to ignore the feeling of his touch, "Well for one, I'm too young to get married, and two, you promised you'd never leave me, that promise goes both ways." He let go of my face and moved his gaze to the thrashing waves. We were silent for a long time after that.

When the moon was high over head, he said it was time to go. We walked back up the beach to get our shoes then I got onto his back to go home.

When we got back to the house, I expected him to throw me off and leave without a word but he didn't. After dressing for bed, he tucked me in and sat down at my desk chair, humming my song to lull me to sleep. The song must be some vampire enchantment because I was too troubled to sleep before and now I could barely stay conscious. I had to fight to keep my eyes open.

As long as they were open, my eyes stayed locked on him. "Still mad?" I mumbled, half asleep. "I'm mad as hell." He hissed. Then the darkness of sleep hit me like a wall. I was dead to the world in seconds.