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Warmth in the Darkness, Chapter 6: Someone's Going Today, Enter Will Rong

Vivienne's P.O.V

"Okay, so he just texted me saying that he's coming back from Algonquin and he'll be at school tomorrow," Eliza whispered excitedly to Vivienne as the teacher at the front of the classroom droned on and on about their behaviour. Her class, or Mr. Gyld's class, were sitting in the music classroom, instruments propped up against chairs, music stands, or being laid on laps. They were in trouble because they were talking too much, playing at the wrong times, and not listening to the instructions… again. They'd probably win the trophy for being the "naughtiest class ever". Mr. Zwaine, with only a few remaining brown hairs on his head, the music teacher, was famous for his non-stop talking and his not-so-good hearing for whispers amongst the students. So that's why she and Eliza were having a whispered conversation about Eliza's second boyfriend, Tom Ivailo. The first guy was dumped by Eliza because she caught him trying to smoke, having zero tolerance for that. Tom, on the other hand, was apparently the "perfect guy" because he was smarter than her and wore emo clothing, as well as having a lip ring and ear ring. Tom's best quality seems to be the fact that he carried around two bags: one backpack and one special over-the-shoulder black bag, just for Eliza's food supply. She, for some reason, had cravings for food all day, ranging from Swiss chocolate to fried chicken to a simple medium-sized croissant, toasted just so that the outside was crunchy and the inside was still soft. Anyhoo, for the special long weekend, he and his family with two older brothers went to Algonquin for a hike or something.

"Ohmygod. And yesterday, he called me and he said that he brought me a preeeseeent!" The last word was sung a bit too loud, and Z-dawg, as some kids had nicknamed him, looked over with narrowed eyes. When Vivienne and Eliza looked away, smirking to themselves, "Z-dawg"'s dull voice filled the silence.

Eliza and Vivienne turned back, smiling as one. "Ohhhmygosh. So he's going to bring me a present. A surprise present. I'm so excited!"

Vivienne grinned. She and Tom had a good-friends relationship, sort of brotherly, even though she thought he was kinda hot. "Oh, okay. So no present for me??" She fake-pouted.

"Not your boyfriend, so don't even think about getting anything," Eliza proclaimed.

Vivienne rolled her eyes. "Well, too bad. I'm –" Mr. Zwaine's words filtered through her whisper. "– new classmate today, so I hope everyone will behave properly." She turned to Eliza, seeing her shock mirrored with her own. A new guy?

"I'm…"

Was it Alex? But Alex was in Mrs. Johnson's class… so who's the – oh wait. It might be a girl.

"I'm…"

Silly me, Vivienne thought dryly.

"You've said 'I'm' five times already," Eliza told her.

"Oh."

Before Vivienne could say something more brilliant than that, the door opened, and a Chinese-looking guy walked through. Vivienne cocked her head to one side thoughtfully. She swore she had seen him before. Yes, with the pale, clean chiselled features, the spiky emo-styled black-brown hair, and the sharp, glinting eyes that seemed to be stuck between the colour gold and brown. He was wearing black baggy pants and a simple black collared shirt, which contrasted with his skin, with a Roots black backpack over his shoulder. All in all, he was pretty damn sexy. And she knew Kristina would probably be checking him out, the expressionless, cold look, making him more wanted. She looked over, seeing the girl's lips shimmering with freshly applied lip gloss. How smart am I? She thought to herself sarcastically.

But… where did she see him before? She like, knew his face, but where… Oh! Oh. Her mouth dropped open. She remembered that there were two guys in her dream, one was Alex, and one was… him. Great. This creepy-ness has just kicked up another notch. The sexy boy strode to Mr. Zwaine without looking at the crowd of students goggling at him. He spoke quietly to the teacher; she doubted Mr. Zwaine even heard him, but understanding lit the teacher's features, and he motioned for the new guy to –

Wait, hold on. A memory started to drip through a crack in her brain. If she remembered correctly, he was the guy who saved her from slipping on the pool deck, when those emotions sort of punched her over and over again. The guy who grabbed her just as she was about to fall. The guy who felt, possibly made, those tingles that spread through her body in a pleasant shiver. When she was lost in those feelings, she felt a thought pop up in her mind. I wonder if it would happen again if I touch him, she thought, surprised by the weird craving that had began so abruptly.

Shaking the feeling away, she leaned over to Naomi, who was doodling one of her elephants in her notebook. That led her to think about the note, the piece of paper she had found in her swim bag. Hmm… Wonder how it got there…? Oh, whatever.

"Is he hotter than one of your K-pop guys?" She whispered slyly to the girl.

Naomi was in a stage of K-pop obsession, so obsessed that she could name all the famous beat boxers in less than four seconds. The girl's hand paused and she shrugged, smiling a little. She began to doodle again as Vivienne shifted to a more comfortable position. After all, the "sexy guy" was still standing there. She smirked to herself. Wouldn't it be fun if he liked her more than Kristina? Aww, poor Kristina would be forced to think that she sucked, compared to Vivienne.

"Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" Mr. Zwaine asked Sexy New Guy.

Sexy New Guy's eyes flickered dully to Z-dawg's face. "I'd rather not." His voice was such a quiet murmur that she could hardly hear it. It sounded cold, but smooth, like an ice cube sliding on a slippery surface coated with a puddle of cool water, preventing it from – anyhoo. It was different from Alex's, who sounded like molten caramel dripping from a spoon onto ice cream, sort of like Lil Wayne's, but without that nasty nasal sound in it. It was different from Keith's, which… roughly sounded like water running onto crunchy fall leaves, softly crackling.

Mr. Zwaine frowned reprovingly, but turned to the class without scolding at Sexy New Guy. Damn. Maybe he thinks Sexy New Guy's sexy too. Then he blinked a few times. "8G, I would like you to meet your new classmate, Will Rong," Mr. Zwaine stated.

A scattered chorus of "hi's" sounded, and taking chance of the noise, she asked Eliza, "Do you think Keith, Mike and their 'crowd' is going to make fun of him?

Eliza shrugged. "Maybe. But it's not our problem, right?"

"I guess so."

Mr. Zwaine mumbled to Sexy New Guy – Will –, clearly gesturing for him to take a seat.

"Eliza… we're probably going to hear Kristina talking about how hot he is during lunch," Vivienne sighed.

Eliza rolled her eyes and groaned. "Oh my god. Save me."

"Will" stuffed his hands in his pockets and lithely manoeuvred himself through the path of stands, chairs and instruments. I bet he'll do well in gym, Vivienne thought absently. She noticed his gold eyes looked brooding yet bored, not even glancing when girls offered up their seats for him, nor when guys did the same. He just headed to the back of the classroom, in the isolated corner, and stared out the window. Is he depressed? Vivienne thought, surprised. He seemed so sure of himself at the pool that time, and when he went in the classroom. Maybe they can talk… but he didn't seem like the type to talk about their problems. Plus, she was never going to tell anyone about hers. Never.

Will's P.O.V

"Just go straight down the hall, turn to the left, go all the way down that hall, and then turn to a pair of double doors. You should technically be able to hear the instruments anyway," the 36 – year old secretary instructed Will warmly. He was barely listening, just picking out the images he got from her head. Goddess, he really wanted to go back to Tacoma and rip throats out with his friends. He immediately thought to the bottle in his backpack, filled with blood from his human. Adriel and him had just gone out yesterday to prepare for school, and had told their humans to stay still while draining more blood than usual. You can't use that, he thought to himself dully. It's for lunch.

"Your homeroom teacher is Mr. Gyld, and I hope you enjoy the year here." The secretary held out a hand for him to shake. Will stiffly raised his pale, cold one and left without even saying "thanks" or "bye". No use in that, she didn't smell good. He followed the instructions and tried not to glare at the cheery pictures framing the walls. But seriously, he could feel the blood lust coming on.

Will reached to the classroom door, easily hearing the old man's announcements through the thick wooden door. He took off his sunglasses to get used to the weird glow of the lights. He could hear the announcement about the new classmate. Time to go in, he thought. You still have a chance, you know, a voice reminded him. The night before, he had thought about running away, but that would've been too childish. He took a deep breath and opened the class door.

As the concentrated smell of human blood hit him, he tried to make himself think rationally. What about Adriel? What about your life? You'll have a whole lot of cleaning up to do if you attack the food. He picked out useful information from the teacher's head – Mr. Zwaine – and stared at a poster advertising clarinet reeds while the teacher droned on.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" The teacher looked hopeful.

Hopeful your face. Hell no. "I'd rather not," he murmured. He positioned himself so that only Mr. Zwaine can see his eyes, knowing how they'll change inhumanely. He stared deep into the fading blue eyes and put the thought into the teacher's head. You will introduce me to the class and then leave me alone. Just for safety measures. When the teacher blinked and did as he said, Will zoned out and flicked his eyes around the room, looking for a spot where he could be alone, away from the tempting blood. Once he was allowed to move to his picked spot, he barely noticed the stupid humans that tried to offer their seats. Ridiculous, he thought, amused. A positive, AB positive, B negative... He named off the blood types when he drifted by them. Then he went by the last row. The sweet scent of O positive blood filled his mind in a reddish haze, and he refrained from grinning. He had found his new human. The other girl can go tonight, he thought, pleasure sending tingles through his body.

When he caught sight of the girl with the yummy blood, he almost tripped over a trombone lying on the floor. What was that stupid instrument doing here?! He thought crossly. Who would even play that anyways? But the real question was… What was that girl doing here?! Her name was… Vivienne. Flashes of her appeared in her mind. Vivienne at the pool, running. Vivienne slipping. The sound of her voice. The feeling of her skin when it came in contact with his. The tingles that had spread through his body, making him want more. This soulmate principal is overdoing things here, he thought irritably. He hadn't gone to swim practice for over a week, and he meets her here now?

Fuck my life, he thought again.

Vivienne's P.O.V

"Oh my god. He's hot, girl. You know, I love the way he dresses. Like elegant-ish. It's like another way I love how guys dress. Second is like jeans and a T-shirt. But I think I like elegant more. What do you think?" Kristina gushed quietly to Vivienne. "He's pretty cute. And his name – Will – it's so cool. I mean, he could be like the Asian Will Turner, you know? And oh my god. He's staring at you right now." Kristina poked Vivienne lightly on the arm.

"Mmm," Vivienne murmured in response.

Seriously, she didn't feel like talking about this. Ever since the end of music to the beginning of lunch to now, she had this dark sense of foreboding in her. Like something was going to happen, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

"He's staring at you again," Kristina whispered. "What's so interesting about you?"

Vivienne rolled her eyes. "You suck. Anyways, what's your point?" She didn't bother to lower her voice.

"What's what?" Rachelle interjected. Her sweet brown eyes turned to look at her sandwich hungrily.

"Nothing," Kristina answered and began to stuff her face with noodles. Fatty, Vivienne thought, amused.

"She keeps on saying that… uhh… Will is staring at me." Vivienne ran her fingers through her hair. It sounded weird saying Sexy New Guy's name, because it sounded like she had known him for years already, which she hadn't.

"Wow. He must've taken a liking towards you," Rachelle noted brightly.

Eliza suddenly stood up with a pinched expression on her face.

"Eliza, you look like you've just been slapped by Mike and is now planning on throwing him in a cage of lions, then taking the remaining pieces to burn them, and then burying the ashes deep underground, and then blowing the ground up," Vivienne said.

"Ewww," Darrion yelled. God, he didn't have to be so dramatic all the time.

"Darrion, that wasn't so funny, you know," Penelope said awkwardly, saying what everyone was thinking.

"No, I mean Kristina has a banana right? And then she put it just like… there and it looked so disgusting!" Darrion yelled again.

Everyone leaned over to stare at Kristina, who was paying no attention to everyone, just her book. She was indeed holding a banana, which was enough to make them laugh, but the thing that made them burst into laughter was where it was placed – in a casual "between the legs" area. Not purposely, of course.

Everyone tried unsuccessfully to keep the food in their mouth from being spat out, and then started laughing so loud, the whole room was stunned and they all turned to look at them. Kristina was startled out of her book.

"You… you… banana!!!!!" Vivienne managed to get out between her laughs. Her stomach hurt.

"Since when did you turn into a guy?" Penelope asked, giggling uncontrollably.

"Woah Kristina. I didn't know you were that way," Darrion laughed.

"Oh god," Eliza said, pinched expression forgotten.

Once the laughter died down, Eliza regained her pinched expression and grabbed a nearby book. She shuffled purposely to the window ledge, where Will was staring out at again, and sipping a reddish drink. Was that cranberry juice? Ick. Eliza rose the book, smacked him three times, and before he could do anything, she shuffled back to the table.

Will's expression was rather indifferent, only a little startled, but his eyes were half-flashing with anger. How much would it take for him to actually show an emotion? Vivienne wondered. He turned back to the window and started drinking his red drink again. She, too, turned back to her food. But suddenly, a thought popped up in her head.

Someone is going today.

Vivienne dropped her spoon in surprise.

What the hell??!!!

So, yea. Blame the horrible writing on ummm someone by the name of Elizabeth Newforest. Just saying. And the extra long chapter's for not updating sooner. Review pleaaaaaaase? It makes me very happy.