Here is Chapter 2 My son is currently very sick...how lame so I'm staying up all night to watch him while my husband sleeps with the dog. haha I made a funny. Anyway I am going to snuggle up to our Pit-bull and continue to type this thing up so you guys can read it! GO RESCUE A PIT-BULL...they aren't bad at all. This Chapter is Dedicated to Pups our Pit bull and Odin my son...who I hope gets better soon!

I OWN ALL MY CHARACTERS! (c)

Running was something that came incredibly easy to me seeing as how i could run at full speed by someone and they would think there was just a breeze of air from an open door. I ran as fast as I could to my next class wanting to get away from the first person I thought could see right through me and to my soul in 2 centuries. Thankfully, no one noticed me while I was running, hell they didn't even realize I was there when I was at a full stop checking on my shoes to make sure I didn't sand down the heel while running. Finally reaching the classroom and knowing "he" was not going to be here, I prepared myself for the next few classes.

The next three classes I had went by incredibly fast for me I knew I didn't have to pay attention to get what the teachers were trying to teach me. After those classes there was lunch, it was one of my favorite times of the day. I could crawl up in the beautiful willow trees on the school yard, one of the few places I could find peace in myself. When I sat there I could have a blood packet while being hidden by the layers of small leaves and branches. I could listen to the only thing that kept me sane without it getting taken away by one of the teachers that walked around the school yard during lunch. Sanity was not an issue for me I knew I was an evil monster, not capable of love anymore. To which is why I am still alone, I felt no need to fill the void that the hunter blew into my undead heart. It was just a painful reminder of why I hated humans yet, I could not for the undead life of me figure out why I live amongst them.

Sighing once more I take a blood packet from my purse and unzipped the plastic bag that was protecting the contents from spilling all over my bag. I bite into the bag poking a hole in the top; I sucked the whole bag down like it was a juice box for a child. That's all these blood packets were to me, a small juice box to get me as though the day until I could hunt. A Child… suddenly, my vision started to fade but I struggle to remain in the current plain of my existence, somehow managing to stay away from the darkness that would consume my consciousness and drag me down into my memories if I were not careful. It was somewhere I cared not to be at this current point in time.

Sighing, I hear someone approaching the tree I was so cautiously hiding in, I looked through the leaves and moved some branches aside to get a better view of who was interrupting my time to be alone and at peace.

I could see one person who could kill my lunch and make me wish I was invisible, 'Great Dimitri would have lunch duty.' Sitting back against the base of the tree again he obviously heard the branches as I moved around. He looked up at me, "what are you doing up there?" He asks me as I take an apple out of my pocket and replace it with the empty blood packet. "Eating love, what does it look like?" I take a bite out of my apple, being incredibly cold to him not wishing he would disappear. I have learned over the past 200 years of my immortal existence that being cold to everyone except your sire was a good way to spend eternity. In fewer words No Attachments, this would be better for an immortal anyway. Being pulled from my thoughts as he spoke again, "Umm let me rephrase that…" he pauses as I roll my eyes, I turn sideways crossing my legs as they hang off the branch, placing my elbow on my knee and my chin in the palm of my hand as he tries to restate his question. "Why are you up in the tree?" He asks now, not looking at him still studying all the kids I replay, "This is where I have eaten for the last 3 years, comrade" putting the last word in the best Russian accent I could muster . "Well then would you like company, I bet I could watch all the kids better from there anyway." He thickens his accent "Sure why not, you can come up here if you want love, I'm not stopping you." I simply say to him, leaning against the body of the tree as he climbs up.

He sits on a branch that is thicker and a little higher up than mine. "How come you ran out of my class so fast" He asks me breaking the silence that had come between us. Not looking at him again I spoke once more and simply stated, "I was in a rush to get to my next class" I hear him shudder at the next few words of the next question "How..How did you move so fast when I scared you?" He asks. I laugh loudly but not drawing attention to myself "I did not move very fast, you were just not paying very good attention, comrade." My laughter dies down. "Oh cus I was thinking about it all day, I thought I was going crazy." He chuckles slightly "Do you even know my name Mr. Petrov?" I asked him not looking at him. There was a silence then I stood up and jumped down from the branch to the ground gracefully. I look up at him "Come find me when you know my name…Comrade" I bow then start walking away "Good day, Mr. Petrov" I walk into the school not looking back.

Walking to my locker was quite as always, thanking who ever made IPod's for making them so I had something to keep me company. Escape the Fate was blaring as I walk from my locker to my history class. I hated this class especially because of what most of the books say are lies. Walking from the back office as the bell rings was Mr. Kelner 'Oh how I hate him!' I growl to myself, he would hit on me every time I had his class, which coincidentally was the last 4 years of my high school career. He was a military personal at one point in time yet he retired sometime after the Korean War. Oh well the man is a pervert none the less! Shaking my head I sigh 'this is going to be a very long year.' I thought to myself as he is handing out books. When he gets to my desk he winks at me as I shudder immensely, he puts a book on my desk that has a small folded up piece of paper sticking out of it. 'Oh for the love of Nyx I shouldn't even open this but…Here goes nothing…' Opening the note I see some of the sloppiest handwriting I have ever seen in my immortal existence. Getting over the shitty handwriting I finally reread it to myself the note stated;

Hey Baby

Let's reenact the battle of the bulge after school today. See you after school…

"What!" I say quietly to myself then crumple up the paper seeing as how he already started class as I was sitting here trying to interpret the pathetic attempt at a pick up line. He had started writing about WWII on the board and he looks at me and winks once again. I roll my eyes then he gets a mad look on his face "CLAUDIA!" he yells his plump old face getting incredibly red "what is that in your hand?" he asks me like he doesn't know what it is and he walks up to my desk snatching the note from me "You were writing notes in MY class?" he practically yells at me "What?" I almost scream back in horror restraining myself from killing him right then and there "Detention after school this room for 45 mins." Finally everything clicked in my head and I growl at him. 'This was all a part of some scheme' Oh this pissed me off big time. Growling at him my eyes turning a little black as he puts a pink piece of paper with the same shitty handwriting on my desk, I swear I saw him grinning like an idiot before he put the note on his desk and returned to writing on the board.

As I said before this is going to be one long year…Sighing I stick the detention slip in my pocket and shake my head before laying my head down on my arms trying to find a way to avoid all possible ways of getting detention…again. I lay here until the bell rings for my last class which was a lot better than the class I was just in. Band it was a way to let out my steam without killing anyone, the windows in the room showed that it was raining and for this I smiled.

A lot of people believe that we burst into flame when we go in sunlight or if you are a twilight teeny-bopper you think we sparkle like someone decided to try and kill us with glitter. Well they are both wrong we just get really sick if we are exposed to direct sunlight for too long, hence why I chose to live in a small community that is near the Atlantic Ocean. I love the ocean and would never leave it for anything in this world.

After playing my flute for a whole 55 mins I was somewhat content with this point in my existence until the last bell rang. I shove my Romeo and Juliet book into my blue purse carrying it back to Mr. Kelner's room to serve my detention. Walking in I arrived 3 minuets early and I hid behind the door peaking into the window on the door, I watch him light the note he gave me earlier on fire. 'That asshole he is getting rid of all my evidence' I sigh again sliding down to the floor against the lockers next to the room. 'Damn it this has bad written all over it' Shaking my head I get up and look at the ceiling. "Well here goes nothing. " I say to myself opening the door as he is spraying fabreeze throughout the room. "Why hello Claudia please take a seat" I plop down at the seat he shows me to sit in and I cross my legs upon sitting down "I have something very special planned for you." I roll my eyes as he walks back into his office. Something in me screamed that this situation had bad written all over it…

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3 Puppers and Allison