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Chapter 3
Half way home, it begins to pour. "Crap!" Marisia mutters, as if her day couldn't get any worse! She begins to run, eager to get out of the rain, and ends up slipping, and falling on her back with an, "Umph!" as the wind is knocked out of her.
A hand reaches down to help her up, and she takes it without looking at the friendly person who had bothered to save the school freak. "Thank y-"She begins gratefully and freezes, she quickly jerks her hand away, upon looking up into the face of the supposed stranger to see none other than Haydn. "What are you doing here?" She exclaims surprised. Vampires could go out into the sunlight, though it hurt them, but it was completely shocking that he would confront her while walking home from school.
"Well I thought that was obvious, helping you up." He says like she is a complete idiot.
"No I mean why are you following me around constantly? Did you follow me to school too?" The rain has suddenly stopped, but the sky looks like it could change its mind any minute and she wants to get home.
"Yes actually I did, and from the thoughts I read about you and the looks you were given, I'd say they were all completely terrified of you and your friends." Marisia shrugs.
"Yes, they are its better that way. But why did you follow me?" She is seriously getting tired of this.
"I don't know, I was just curious about what you did all day, school seems quite boring."
"That is a huge understatement," Marisia says almost amused." Haven't you ever been to school before?"
"Yes," His expression is far off and dreamy. "A long time ago."
"Can't you stalk some other girl?" Marisia asks irritated, resuming her walk. He contemplates this a moment, walking alongside her.
"I suppose I could, but I don't think anyone else would be as fun to stalk." He grins his lopsided grin, and Marisia lets out an aggravated sigh.
"You never know until you try." Marisia replies calmly. Haydn throws back his head and laughs a rich, deep laugh that makes her heart skip a beat. Stop it! She commands herself. They are almost at the house, and she knows she cannot walk in with him while her roommates were home. Or ever! She hastily adds to her thought.
"Look, if you want to follow me around, I guess there's not much I can do to stop you, but you so cannot walk into my house with my roommates there."
"Why don't you just kill me?"
"Well I would except for a few things," She begins to count off on her fingers. "One, its day time and people could see it. Two, people might recognize me and call the cops thinking I'd murdered someone. Three, I don't have a stake, which from now on I am definitely taking to school." He nods slowly.
"Yes those are all valid points, so I suppose I'll see you later." With that he is gone, and Marisia sighs in relief as she walks through the front door. Her roommates are all home sitting in front of the T.V, they had probably passed her and not even offered her a ride. A wave of rage surges through her at the thought. She walks past them, but they don't even acknowledge her presence; it was like she's not even there.
She dashes to her room and slams the door shut. They have no right to ignore me! Just because I kept to myself this weekend! She flops onto her bed, almost bursting into tears. They were supposed to be her friends! Within minutes Calvin is standing by her bed and tentatively placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Why are they so mad at me Calvin?" She whispers, leaning against him. "What did I do?"
"Nothing," He assures her. "They're just worried about you, and confused about why you've been avoiding them. They don't know what to do or how to act so they just act mad, and yeah they're a bit annoyed that you ignored them and won't talk to them, but mainly they're just worried."
"You've been reading their minds." Marisia accuses. Calvin shrugs, but looks a little guilty.
"Yeah I have, I just wanted to know what was up."
"It's alright, but Calvin I want to leave tonight. I can't take this anymore." He looks a little surprised but nods slowly.
"Alright, if you really want to, how soon do you want to go?"
"How soon can you be packed and ready?" Calvin thinks a second.
"In about an hour or so."
"Alright then we leave after everyone's gone out so like seven thirty, that okay with you?"
"Yes, I'll be ready." Then he's gone. Marisia almost exclaims how much she hates that, but then thinks of how much Calvin is willing to do for her and decides not to. She pulls two large cardboard boxes out of her closet and hastily begins to pack her meager belongings.
It takes her less than half an hour to pack, she leaves the blankets and pillows and stuff since she can always buy more. When she hears Ashley call, "Dinner!" at six thirty, she decides to go down since she might not see them again, even though they are treating her like she's invisible or a black widow spider.
She slowly walks into the kitchen where her supposed friends have proceeded to begin eating without her, there wasn't even a place set for her. Utterly outraged, she marches over to the cabinets; yanks out a plate and silverware, sits down at the table and helps herself to an egg role.
They only glare at her again, and the instant she entered the room, they had become silent. After several minutes of no one saying anything, Marisia has had it.
"What's with the silent treatment? What did I do to make you all so mad?" Marisia demands. They all look at her in surprise at her sudden outburst.
"Oh so you're talking to us now?" Eve asks coldly, they were never good friends, but this was harsh even for her.
"Well excuse me for not wanting to hang out with you guys twenty-four-seven! Can't I just be alone sometimes?" They all look a little guilty.
"We thought you were mad at us," Ashley whispers. "We didn't know why you were upset and what we had done wrong." Marisia is immediately sorry she said anything.
"Oh none of you did a thing wrong! I'm sorry if I seemed upset; I just wanted a little space is all." Marisia exclaims, sorry she has worried her friends this much.
"It's okay; we were just worried you were acting so strange." Ashley tells her with a tentative smile. Suddenly Marisia wishes she weren't leaving tonight or ever, she was going to miss her roommates a lot, well the majority of them. After that conversation resumes like normal and it is as if the whole thing had never occurred.
A half hour later, they all start heading out for the night. "See ya later!" Eve yells walking towards downtown with Ashley. Mark nods in acknowledgement as he walks out the door.
"Bye!" Marisia says in a falsely cheerful voice, and pretends to head off towards the pier with Calvin. When they are sure everyone's gone, they hurry back to the house.
"Ready Calvin?" Marisia asks while attempting to balance two precarious boxes and walk down the stairs.
"Yeah, I'm ready." Calvin reply's taking the boxes from her, and easily balancing them on top of his three. They walk to their cars both, small, inconspicuous and black. They had left the others a note, saying where there apartment was if they wanted to join them.
"So we'll get there by late morning, you have the directions right?" Marisia asks while loading the boxes into the trunk.
"Yes, I do, see you there." And with that, they get into their cars and begin the drive.
At about ten thirty, they stop at a hotel for the night and leave again at six. At ten, they arrive at their new home, a small, three story apartment complex containing only six apartments, in a nearby Minneapolis suburb, as close as you possibly can be without actually living within the city.
"He better not follow me here." Marisia mutters to herself.
"Huh?" Calvin asked grunting as he picks up their boxes.
"Oh, nothing." Marisia answers quickly. Calvin gives her a weird look, but says nothing more. They were in the first apartment, on the first floor. When they enter and look around a minute, they see it is a boring average apartment, with beige and white walls and plain white carpets, cabinets, and appliances. There isn't any furniture in it, so they would have to go shopping later in the day.
"Do you want to go shopping now or later?" Marisia asks Calvin, while putting her boxes in the room designated as hers.
"Now I guess there's nowhere to sit and nothing to do." Calvin replies in a weary and bored tone.
"Kay let's go."
They decide on boring average furniture to match the boring average rooms, they put their things away, got themselves registered at school(with a large bribe of course) and promptly fall asleep.
What does Marisia dream about? Him of course. Even though he is far away, he's still an ever present thought in her mind, invading her dreams and thoughts. She wakes up abruptly in the middle of the night; three a.m. to be exact, completely frustrated. "It will all stop soon; he can't possibly follow me here." She assures herself, but doesn't believe a word of it.
Marisia wakes up stiff and tired, dreading school, but it was the first day, so unfortunately she has to go. She quickly showers and throws on jeans and a T-shirt, grabs a granola bar, and is out the door within twenty minutes, practically a record for her.
The school is much smaller than the previous one, so at least it would be easier to get to classes. She looks at her phone and sighs. She has at least fifty text messages and twenty calls from Mark, Ashley, and Eve. They had all agreed from the start that them being roommates wasn't a permanent commitment and that they could leave at any time, no questions asked. So why were they so freaked out?
She walks into first hour, English and sits in her customary place in the back alone; no one even attempts to say hi to her. She was off to a good start. Suddenly someone sits beside her, she turns to give them an annoyed glare and freezes when she looks into bright green amused eyes. No. She thinks in horror. It can't be him, it can't be! She fights off the urge to scream out loud; instead she just gives him a cold stare.
"What are you doing here?" She asks sharply. He pretends to look hurt.
"You're not happy to see me?" He asks in an injured tone.
"I'm never happy to see you Haydn, I'd be happy if you fell off a cliff. You seriously followed me all the way to Minneapolis? What is your problem; I sort of came here to get away from you."
"Well, I just so happen to have family up here that have been begging for me to come up and stay awhile, and I thought 'why not try school again'? I just happened to be lucky that you are here as well."
"Really, I didn't know the undead could have family." Marisia continues her icy glare, his smile wavers.
"You know very well they can, there's more than one way to become a vampire." He sounds a little irritated, good.
"Yes, I know, I just thought none of you had enough emotions to want to bother visiting family." He drops the smile.
"I don't have to be nice." He hisses, under the teachers droning voice. She smiles sweetly, still glaring.
"Good, maybe then you'll go away." A second too late she realizes her mistake. Crap. He grins broadly.
"Oh no, you're not getting rid of me that easily."
"So you admit you're not here to visit family." She smirks triumphantly. Then he realizes his mistake and scowls.
"You're too smart for your own good." He practically growls.
"I know, and you just admitted there's no family you're visiting, so what are you doing here?" Marisia looks up at the teacher, surprised they were getting away with this conversation. He just continues his lessons like a robot, a far off look in his eyes. "You used mind control on him!" She screeches in a whisper. Haydn glares back.
"Yeah, so? I said I was going to school, I didn't say what I would do here, plus it's none of your business." He was really mad.
"You didn't answer my question." She reminds him calmly. He gives her a fierce grin; she shrinks back a little as his fangs are out.
"That is none of your business either. Now can you stop with the twenty questions and actually try to have a normal conversation with me?"
"No, I really don't want to talk to you at all, so leave me alone." Marisia picks up her stuff, and sits in the front row, the hypnotized teacher never stops talking, and none of her fellow students look up.
At lunch, Marisia goes to a far back table were Calvin is already seated.
"How's your day been?" She asks stabbing a forkful of salad, thankfully this schools food was edible.
"Fine I guess, you?" Marisia rolls her eyes.
"You'll never guess who showed up." Calvin's eyes widen.
"Seriously he followed you here?" She sighs in annoyance.
"Yep he was in every one of my classes, but after the first one he didn't talk to me." Calvin grins.
"What did you do to him?"
"Oh nothing much, told him to jump off a cliff, tricked information out of him, basically just totally pissed him off." Calvin's smile grows.
"So nothing different than you usually do."
"Yep, pretty much." Someone sits down beside her, and they both look up in surprise, Calvin's smile drops, replaced by an utterly terrifying expression.
"Really you can't leave me alone for five freaking minutes?" Marisa exclaims.
"This is him?" Calvin asks in a frightfully calm voice.
"Yes." She replies exasperated. Haydn looks amused.
"You know this him has a name," Haydn turned to look at Calvin. "I'm Haydn and you are?"
"None of your business." Calvin says in a voice as cold as the artic.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed didn't they?" Calvin glowers in response.
"You didn't answer my question." Marisia reminds him.
"Well who else am I supposed to eat lunch with?"
"No why are you following me everywhere? Do I need to get a restraining order against you?" Haydn chuckles.
"Do you think that will stop me from doing what I want?" Calvin slams his fist down on the table, making their trays jump. Haydn even looks surprised for a moment.
"Someone has a temper don't they?"
"Tonight your dead." Calvin hisses.
"There's a slight problem with that," Haydn smiles at Marisia. "She can't seem to kill me."
"That's because you're doing something!" Marisia shouts, receiving several glares from nearby tables. Haydn looks confused.
"I'm not doing anything; you just can't seem to stop talking to me." He gives her another trademarked crooked grin. Marisia freezes. Not doing anything? He has to be doing something, there is no other explanation! She has to kill him, or at least have Calvin do it or she is going to go insane.
"Can you just stop following me?" She practically pleads, voice breaking, Haydn looks completely shocked and little worried. Calvin just looks concerned and really mad.
"You can't possibly hate me that much." Haydn says in disbelief. Marisia gives him a hard stare.
"You have no idea what vampires have done to me." She says softly never looking away, Haydn flinches.
"You seem to like him well enough." He glances at Calvin and he looks away with an expression on his face of complete disgust, at himself. Marisia quickly stands up and sits beside Calvin, putting a comforting arm around his shoulders.
"You don't know a thing about Calvin!" She argues. "He's the most wonderful person that I know, he can't help who his dad is, the only thing he's ever hurt is vampires." She pointedly looks at Haydn, who is coolly examining Calvin with a penetrating stare.
"If he wants you to believe that then fine, it's none of my business." He replies with a shrug. What is that supposed to mean? Wonders a completely bewildered Marisia.
"Okay Mr. Cryptic, why don't you leave us alone now? There's plenty of people in here you can hypnotize into being your friends." Haydn scowls and abruptly gets up, minus the tray; he didn't need food of course.
"What was that all about? " Marisia ask once Haydn has stalked away.
"I can see now why you came here to get away from him." Calvin replies in a cool voice, staring after Haydn as he sits down at what Marisia already knew was the "popular table", receiving several annoyed glares, which quickly turn into adoring smiles after a minute. Despite his cool tone, Marisia knew the incident has upset her generally easy going best friend.
"Were you serious about killing him tonight?" She whispers and he gives her a sharp toothed grin.
"Oh yes, I'm always serious." She has a really bad feeling about this.