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"Is my new cover up working?"

"Is my eyeliner to dark?"

"Is my hair combed good! I don't want Tommy to think I look ugly!"

"Hush. There is the thing."

"Ewe, do you see her hair? Why is it white and one slash is black!"

"She is probably a zombie. Who let her in this school!" I could hear the whispers clearly. They rang out as clear as crystal. I ignored their snide comments and continued onto my locker. Same old, same old life. No one talks to me, I get through school ignoring comments from teachers and students, then I go home and sleep. It is the same. Everyday.

And here we start at Dawson Valley High. Everyday I walk through this hall, I am haunted by constant memories of Chrysanthemum (Chrys.) I shook my head softly, making a mental note to go visit her grave. A lone tear slipped from my left eye. Thinking of her always stung, when I had no one else, she was there to help me get through the major tragedies. I grasped the rather large math book in my arms and walked towards my first class. That class was inhabited by a bitchy teacher and the whole football team. FML? Yes, I think so. I prolonged the time it took me to walk to that classroom, I wasn't in the mood to deal with the…humans?

Don't get me wrong. I guess I am a human too. But, I cannot be sure. I mean, I have the look of a corpse and oddly sharpened teeth. I was once told by my adoptive mother that I had a frightening air about me, that I intimidated people. I just shrugged her words off. But, after I was able to beat the leading 'jock' to a bloody pulp, I started to believe her words.

I am different from these other kids…I know I am.

"Look, here comes the freak." Derek, the jock I beat up, sneered.

"It's about time you showed Ms. Pruitt." Mrs. Johann rolled her eyes and checked my name off of the attendance list. "Would you care to explain, USING YOUR WORDS, as to why you were late." I stared at her dead in the eyes until she shivered and looked away. As you can see, I do not talk. At all. The only person who had ever heard my voice was Chrys. My adoptive parents heard it once when I told them to "Fuck off." That was a fairly entertaining moment.

"So, zombie, say something." Derek teased, laughing with his friend. I tore a sheet of paper out of my notebook and wrote in bold letters, "No. Drop Dead." I shoved it towards his face and turned to the back of the room, towards my normal seat. Last row, last seat, next to the window. My name was carved into the chair and desk, no one sat there. I sighed to myself and stared out the window. It was a dreary day…so much rain and cloud coverage, adding on to my already dampened mood.

That's what you get when you live in England.

I mean, I guess I liked it here…but I wanted to go back to where I was born. Bucharest, Romania. But there were to many memories of what me and my parents shared left behind there. I still feel like I need closure. The funeral wasn't enough for me.

"INDIGO! Answer the problem!" Mrs. Johann yelled at me. I silently cursed her out and walked towards the black board. As I lifted a piece of chalk, the classroom door was thrown open.

"Excuse me! Who do you think you are!" Mrs. Johann called from her desk. A man with salt&pepper hair walked through the door. He looked to be in his 70's, and had a butler attire on.

"I am Walter C. Dornez." The man answered with a thick English accent.

"Yes, I see. What are you here for?" Mrs. Johann asked while pushing me out of the way. My eyes turned a light shade of red, and my nostrils flared. Damn her!

"I am here for Ms. Indigo Dragomir." I winced at the familiar name.

"There is no one here by the name Dragomir." Mrs. Johann said angrily. I shook my head, letting my fringe fall into my eyes.

"My mistake, I am looking for Indigo Pruitt." Mrs. Johann shoved me harshly towards Mr. Dornez. I landed at his feet, my cheeks turning a light pink from embarrassment. The whole class had tears in their eyes from laughter.

"Please tell me you are taking this freak away!" Mrs. Johann groaned. Mr. Dornez looked at her angrily and grasped my frail arm in his hand. His whole hand was able to wrap around my upper arm. I stood on my two feet and snarled at the teacher. She stood frozen for a moment before pushing me out of the classroom, along with Mr. Dornez. What a bitch.

"Well, she is certainly intriguing." Mr. Dornez said angrily while pulling me through the hallway. I dug my feet into the ground and turned the other direction, towards my locker.

"Ms. What are you-" I cut him off by opening the locker and grabbing my Edgar Allen Poe book. I had almost finished it for the 2nd time, but I love his writings. "Ah, Poe, he is truly a magnificent writer." I nodded my head and followed him out of the school. I had my small notepad and pen with me so I could ask him questions.

'Where are you taking me?' I wrote on the paper. I tapped his shoulder and handed him the notebook. Scanning my words quickly, he looked at me and sighed.

"You're mute?" I nodded my head slowly, also urging him to continue. "Well, we are going to Hellsing Manor. There you will meet Sir Integra and she shall give you further instructions." I nodded and stepped into the car. I shook nervously. Why did I get in a car with a complete stranger? I have no idea. I have a gut feeling that maybe this is leading up to what I truly am…I sighed angrily and relaxed into the seat. Something told me this was going to be a long ride…

~Dream~

"Mom? Dad?" I whispered. I was 9 years old and silently walking around my home. I knew it was well past midnight, but I left my room anyways.

"THAT'S RIGHT! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET DEMON!" I shook visibly as I walked down the stairs. When I got to the fourth step, I heard an audible creek from under my foot. I winced, but no one heard the creek. The men who were downstairs were yelling too loud to hear it. Searing hot tears trickled down my cheeks as I walked onto the plush carpet. What I saw next made a scream echo from my mouth. Two scrawny men were raping my mothers corpse and another had ripped my father's head clean off. I scurried from the sight and towards a the phone. Dialing the police, I yelled at the lady on the other side. Explaining what I saw in a hot rush. I screeched as one of the scrawny guys picked my up and threw me onto the floor. Next thing I knew, my arm was bitten into and everything was fading into darkness.

~Dream Over~

With a start I shot up from my slumber.