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Outtake Two

200 Years ago
BPOV

Rows upon rows of single desks sat in a neat formation in the cramped little room. I held the hem of my dress in my hand, making sure it didn't drag along the floor. As one of the older students in the classroom, I received a nod and a smile in greeting from the classroom guardian, Mr Hartley. His suit jacket lay folded neatly over the back of his chair, leaving him stood in a long sleeved white shirt, a grey vest over the top; fully buttoned of course. His pressed grey trousers and dress shoes were impeccably neat; however his suspenders hung down around his waist freely.

I took my place at my designated seat along the right hand side of the room; females were always seated towards the right hand side, whereas the males were always seated towards the left hand side. I always wondered the reasoning behind this seating plan; from what I've learnt over the years, women were often betrothed to men twice their age before they even reached the age of 15. So why does the school system feel the need to keep the genders separated? It baffles me.

I glanced around the room, taking in the females chatting to one another and the boys joking with each other, enjoying that they could be at school, when most of the population was too poor or busy working for money to attend. I kept to myself here, seeing as I often moved around which meant there was no need getting to know anyone. It was a lonely lifestyle, but a lifestyle all the same.

"Isabella! Isabella!" I turned my head, looking down towards the ground. Little Abraham stood there, his own vest buttoned up neatly and the flat cap on his head balanced gingerly atop of his jet black hair. He was a beautiful little boy, only at the age of 5 years old. Classes at school were full of mixed ages, from the age of 5 to 15- if they hadn't been picked out to go to a war or to marry and work that is. If you were still in school at the older ages you were expected to act as guardians to the younger children, helping them with their work. Little Abraham had been assigned to me, for me to look after when I joined the school. I couldn't have asked for a better child to care for; he was always well mannered and a charming fellow.

"Yes Abraham?" I smiled down at the child as he grinned a wide smile at me, one of his front teeth missing. If the life I lived was lonely, coming to school every day to look after Abraham was worth it; though he reminded me that I would never bear a child. I chased the recurring thoughts from my mind and focused in on the raven haired by in front of me.

"I was jus' happy to see's you. You look really pretty Isabella," he smiled at me again, his cheeks dimpling as he did so. I couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled from my chest; I did say he was a charmer. I took his hat from his head and ruffled his hair before fixing his hat back onto his head.

"Why thank you, Little Abraham,"

"I'm not so little's anymore!"

"That's true, you'll be taller than I soon!" It was in fact true; Abraham was getting rather tall for his age. Mr Hartley cleared his throat at the front of the room, demanding the attention of us. Abraham quickly wrapped his arms around my cool legs (though that didn't bother him) and hugged them before dashing back to his seat on the other side of the room. I smiled briefly before focussing my attention on Mr Hartley, eager to learn something.

This was the first time I had attempted to go to a school since my transformation into a Demon. I trusted myself this time around, considering I had never fed from a human. However my apprehension came from the fact that I had never been this close to so many humans. My fear over my thirst was unwarranted though; I have been here a total of two full weeks and a bit and not once have I had the urge to drain a child.

No matter how much information you can gain from observing humans from afar, nothing beats the knowledge that seeps into your brain. I was never able to go to school when I was younger; it was believed that women needed to stay at home and learn to sew and cook, ready for when they found themselves a husband. My mother often taught me how to cook, showing me what foods went well together; I don't recall fully but I believe my father had at least once sat me down to teach me some simple things, such as small mathematical problems and basic English literature.

Having a vampiric memory is helpful, especially at my first time at a school; my brain continued to soak up the information delivered to me, draining me dry always wanting more knowledge; that I wouldn't be able to provide until I reached the school each day.

"Class," Mr Hartley said in greeting to us all, nodding his head in both directions of male and females. We chorused back with a resounding 'Mr Hartley' and waited for him to begin teaching. At this school, Mr Hartley was the most liked teacher, due to the lack of beatings he dealt out. It was common for teachers to lash a student ten times with a whip if they felt the student had misbehaved; Mr Hartley has yet to whip any student. His punishments were much more relaxed by standard, often a short round of smacks on the palm with his ruler. Never once have I had to be punished; imagine the difficulty I would have trying to explain why my rock solid palm disintegrated the solid wood ruler within the first smack?

Mr Hartley quickly set the boys off doing arithmetic from textbooks, whilst he handed out a bible to each woman in the room. He had us sit and memorise the bible; which was no problem for me. I had my designated pages learnt and memorised in less than five minutes, however I made it look like I spent a good half an hour memorising the pages. Once I had completed this, I quickly arose from my seat and made my way to the woodstove situated at the back of the room. Due to the cold winter season the room often got below body temperatures of the humans. As one of the eldest in the room I was often in charge of putting wood into the stove in order to keep the room warm for the humans.

As soon as I had the task completed I found myself knelt on the ground beside Little Abraham, offering him assistance on his arithmetic. He greeted me with a smile and scooted his chair over to the far side of the small singular desk, making room for me to help him. We stayed like this for another good half an hour, only speaking in hushed whispers as not to disrupt anyone from working. My knees never tired from kneeling on the ground, thanks to the loss of pain I gained from my transformation.

A knock came harshly upon the wooden door and my head snapped up, hearing the angry muttering from just outside the door. I watched as Mr Hartley sighed and stepped up to the door, opening it with one hand whilst smoothing his vest with the other. I could see Mr Eldridge stood on the other side of the door, a scowl set viciously in his elderly features. Mr Eldridge was the headmaster of the school, along with one of the teachers; he always seemed to be in a foul mood and had no patience for the students in his class or in the school in general. It made me wonder why he became a headmaster if he had no tolerance to small children. He scowled straight at Mr Hartley and barged his way into the room without waiting to be invited in.

His tailcoat was rumpled and his shirt collar was skewif, almost as though he had been pulling it free from around his neck. He seemed tense as he stalked in a circle at the front of the cramped classroom. He stopped suddenly and cast his eyes on Mr Hartley, who had by now closed the door and made his way back to his own small desk, front and centre of the room. I knew Mr Hartley had a low tolerance for Mr Eldridge and could see the strain it was taking him from refraining to make a slightly cold or sarcastic remark about the interruption of his class.

"Hartley. I've been getting complaints about this class," Mr Eldridge growled, his greying eyebrows furrowing over his eyeballs.

"From who sir? This class is one of the best behaved I have ever had the pleasure of teaching; I rarely have to hand out a punishment." Mr Hartley leant back in his chair, resting his left ankle over his right knee, his hands clasped and folded on top of them.

"Precisely. Parents have been complaining with the lack of discipline you've been giving to their children. Children aren't here to be coddled, Hartley. They're here to learn and be disciplined, ready for the day they become wives and workers," Mr Eldridge growled again, storming towards Mr Hartley until he was directly in front of him, staring stormily down at our favourite teacher. By now, Mr Eldridge had captured all of our attentions, as we students watched with anticipation as to what would occur next.

"Sir, with all due respect, none of these children have been coddled. They are here to learn, and learn they do."

Mr Eldridge glared down at him before spinning on his heel to face us students. He cast his eyes over us all, before the beady things fell on my position next to Little Abraham. He glared at us evilly and I felt Little Abraham shudder and shrink away from the glare. I wished to comfort him, however I knew that would only prove Mr Eldridge's point of the children being coddled true. Mr Eldridge turned back to Mr Hartley.

"Not coddled? What is that then? The girl is obviously coddling the boy!"

"Isabella is one of our eldest students, reliable with her work and her respectability. She was assigned to look after Abraham so he got his work finished and up to top scratch, so he will be able to get a good job and ensure himself a decent future. That is in no way coddling the boy."

I glared at the headmaster behind his back, aching to set him straight. It was his policy that elder students were to help out the younger ones, yet now he contradicts himself when he has nothing else to back himself up with?

"True that may be, but how will the boy fare when there is no Isabella to do everything for him?" Mr Eldridge seethed, his tailcoat swinging as he gesticulated wildly.

"Isabella helps me with's my work. She says I'm brights," Abraham piped up before I could hush him. Mr Eldridge turned to glare at Little Abraham icily and yet again, he shrunk further into his chair. I felt my cold heart swell at his appraisal of me; however I couldn't pay that any attention whilst there was an angry headmaster storming over towards where we sat. He towered over Abraham, scaring the boy greatly.

"Did I ask for your input, boy?"

"N-no Sir,"

"Should you be punished for speaking out of turn? Well?" The headmaster spat, towering over Abraham, his face close to Abrahams little one. Abraham said nothing, only fuelling the headmasters rant. "Not s clever without Isabella, eh boy? Stand up. Now!"

I rose from my knees as Abraham scuttered to his feet, standing shakily on small legs. He stood before Mr Eldridge, his small body quivering. He wasn't used to being told off, let alone punishment; he was always so well behaved. Mr Eldridge grasped his small, slightly chubby arm roughly, and then pulled Little Abraham to the front of his room. He pushed Abraham over the front desk, and then quickly pulled down Little Abrahams charcoal shorts and undergarments.

Mr Hartley stood and ran to the two males, protesting loudly, stating that Abraham had done nothing wrong that deserved such a punishment. Mr Eldridge ignored him and proceeded to grab the thick wooden ruler from Mr Hartley's desk. Mr Hartley himself tried desperately to retrieve the ruler from his boss' hands, however his attempts were to no avail.

I felt the anger in me rising, seeing what was about to happen to Little Abraham, who was by now a quivering mess of tears and snot. The flat cap that once balanced on his head had fallen onto the floor, his small vest hung untidily around his waist. Mr Eldridge raised the ruler forebodingly, his arm poised to slam the ruler down on Abrahams delicate skin. I couldn't bear to see it happen to Abraham so without a thought I rushed myself to the front of the room and snatched the ruler from the headmaster's hand. Before he knew what had happened, I had Abraham stood behind me, his undergarments and shorts pulled back up, his vest tidied and his hat perched on his short raven hair. As Mr Eldridge processed my movements, he turned to glare at me, his finger pointing at me shakily.

"What… What the devil, girl! What on Gods earth do you think you are doing?!" he snarled at me, advancing towards me and Abraham. I could feel Abraham clinging to the yellow silk of my dress, his small hands shaking. I could hear the murmurings of other students; the younger children saying how brave I was; the older students mumbling about what a fool I was.

"Hand the boy over now, girl, and there will be minimal punishments for you." I stared the headmaster directly in the eye, feeling the anger I had towards him triple.

I knew I had git as a vampire; I had experimented with them a few times. So I knew of my shield; mental and physical. I knew how I could use the physical shield to protect and destroy. And right now I wanted nothing more than to destroy the man in front of me, the man who even began to think that it was acceptable to treat a child of the tender age of 5 the way he treated them.

I couldn't control myself as I felt the anger of my emotions seeping out into my physical shield, forming a blue gas like substance that seemed to radiate from me. I could hear the gasps of wonderment and awe. But I only focused on the gasps of horror and fright that emitted from the vile man who stood in front of me. I pushed my emotions further into my shield, projecting it farther.

The blue gas seeped across the air, caressing the air in an almost embrace; that is until it reached its intended target. Then and only then did the substance attack in a passionate dance; it wrapped itself around the headmaster, tightening its hold on him until he was red in the face and gasping for air. I watched with a sick, guilty pleasure when he took his final breath and dropped to the ground, lifeless; his eyes wide with fright, even in death.

Only when I felt the gas like substance return to my body, moulding to me, did I think about the repercussions of my actions. I quickly turned to Abraham, who still clung to me with wide eyes, his whole body shaking. His eyes were trained on the former headmaster. I turned his chin to face me gently, expecting him to cry and try to escape my grip with horror.

Instead, his hurled his body forward, throwing himself at my rock like body. He shook and shivered in my arms, taking gasping breaths through the sobs that engulfed his small body. I wrapped my stone arms around him and lift him to sit gingerly on my hip. I then turned to face the rest of the room, anticipating the hate I would gain.

To my horror I was met with neither gazes of horror or disgust. I would have preferred those to the sight I was given any day. Boys from the ages of 5 through 10 all lay slumped at their singular desks, their heads lolled to the side, their eyes wide open; not one of them breathing.

I looked to the right hand side of the room in a fit of panic only to be greeted with the same sight; girls from the age of 5 through 15 lay slumped in their chairs, their white, yellow and baby pink dresses crumpled from where their hands had gripped them, in what I suppose was fear.

I felt sick to the bone and if vampires could be sick, that's what I would be doing. I grasped Abraham closer to me, holding his in the stone cage of my arms. I was disgusted; because I hadn't been able to control myself I had managed to massacre a full classroom of 5 through 15 year olds, killing them all by strangling them with a gas like substance. Abraham shook in my arms, his arms wrapped around my neck, holding himself there tightly as he cried into my neck.

A shuffle from the front of the room had me spinning my head, shock controlling my emotions as I saw Mr Hartley lift himself from his chair and approach me slowly, as if he were approaching a wild animal at the zoo; which n a way, I suppose he was. I felt wild, my emotions always overriding each other.

"Isabella?" He asked, approaching until he was directly in front of me. He bent his knees slightly so we were face level. "Isabella, it's okay,"

"It's anything but okay! I've killed these innocent children!" I don't know what possessed me to cry out, admitting my felony. I shook, trembling ferociously.

"Isabella, they're not dead; listen."

I did as he said and took a deep, unneeded breath before listening to the quiet room. One by one I heard shallow, gasping breaths being taken, until the room was filled with regular breathing. My eyes popped from my head, bewildered at the turn of events.

"They're not dead?" I whispered, barely audible, even to a vampire.

"Not at all, Isabella. It seems your ability merely stunned them all; though I cannot say the same for Harold over there," I turned to look at Mr Eldridge, who still lay, choked to death on the floor.

"How do you know?" I asked Mr Hartley, wondering how on earth he could speak to me right now, let alone understand I have an ability; though I suppose that was kind of a given.

"Don't you recognise another vampire when you see one?" he whispered, inaudible to human ears. My eyes widened as I took in his apparel; light brown hair, slicked back with what I assume was lard; straight angular nose; pouting lips (top slightly larger than the bottom) and last but not least, almond shaped eyes… Or amber eyes would be more fitting.

I've only ever met about three vampires before, all human drinkers. Not once have I taken note of their scent but now in close contact with another vegetarian, I could smell a sugary, comforting scent on him. Mr Hartley winked at me in a friendly gesture, before whispering to me that he would take care of Harold. In a flash he was gone, taking the former headmasters body with him. None of the students other than Abraham were awake, all seemed to be asleep and Abraham had his face buried in my neck still so there was no problem over anyone seeing the speed at which Mr Hartley disposed of the body and was back again.

"Isabella, I suggest you take Abraham home; tell his mother he came down with a fever. Then I suggest you take some time to control your gifts before you attempt school life again. You are a bright girl Isabella, I just wish you a safe journey," he said to me from across the room. I nodded my assent, going to stride out of the door when something he said hit me.

"Gifts?"

"Yes, you didn't know? You have two gifts; your shields and the ability to see desires. Keep that gift hidden; I'd hate to see what could happen to you if that gift fell into the wrong hands."

I stood shocked, before nodding slightly at him and turning to leave the room, ready to take Abraham home to his mother who would be able to comfort the boy much more than I can in this instance.

"Oh and Isabella?" I turned back to face Mr Hartley when I reached the wooden door. "If you ever need to find me, just search for an Eleazar Hartley," he grinned. I smiled back and walked out of the room, just as the students began to awaken. I made my way out of the school quickly. Once I hit the fresh air, I held Abrahams head to my neck gently and took off in a run towards his home; I was in a fairly small town so everyone knew everyone.

In an instant I was outside his front porch, carrying him up the steps. I tried to set him down, but he clung to my neck. It pained me to do it, but I peeled his hand from my neck and made him stand alone. I raised his chin to look at me, then dried the tears on his cheeks with my fingertips.

"Isabella leaving me's?" He sniffled, his eyes wide and doe like.

"I wish I didn't have to leave Abraham. I'll miss you so," I told him truthfully, drying the stream of tears that continued to overflow his eyes.

"Is it my faults?"

"It could never be your fault, silly boy," I smiled weakly at him. He ran into my arms and hugged me as tightly as his small arms would allow.

"Thank you, Isabella. For savings me," he said into my shoulder.

"I would never let him hurt you, Little Abraham," I told him, hugging him back as tightly as I dared.

"I'm not so little's anymore," he said, pulling away from me, a smile lighting up his face; one tooth missing. I had to admire his childish innocence, how he was able to switch moods so readily.

"No, you're not," I smiled down at the child, my dead heart breaking as I realised that I would never see the child again. With a deep breath a stood and knocked on the polished front door.

In the time span of five minutes, I had explained to Little Abrahams mother about how he came over with a fever and felt it would be in his best interest if he rest in bed for the remainder of the day. His mother thanked me profusely and as she closed the door to take him to bed, I saw Little Abraham waving at me through the gap between the door and the door frame. I smiled and waved a small smile back at him.

I left the town that night, never to return and much to my dismay, never to see Abraham again. I know that he'll forget about me, there's not a chance that he won't; he's much too young to remember his arithmetic helper when he was the age of five. I can only hope that he shall grow to be a good man; though I don't have a doubt that he will.

A/N: Thank you for reading; I hope you all liked it!

Don't we think Abraham was adorable? I want one.
If there are any other outtakes you want, drop the idea into a review! I will be doing an ExB marriage one at some point I think!

I was wondering, do you think we could make 140-145 reviews?