Chapter 14
I walked into the school, I wasn't pulling Rebeca anymore, she followed me without encouragement. We walked into the school, I felt the pressure, and it was greater than I thought that it would've been. I felt like a walking disease, EVERYONE was staring at me. People parted out of mine and Rebeca's path like Moses parted the Red Sea. Like they were going to catch whatever I had, I saw even a few get so ill from looking at me that they raced for the trashcans and vomited in them. I felt so horrible, I was kind of regretting coming to school. Rebeca saw how miserable I was feeling and she threw a shoulder around me, and hugged me with the other arm. Even in the Commons people made way for me and Rebeca, it was getting to me, and school hadn't even started yet.
We got to the class and sat down in our seats. As normal even the teacher wasn't in class yet.
"I'm sorry," Rebeca said to me.
"Don't be," I told her.
"I don't see how that's possible," She said.
"I know," I told her. I wrapped my arms around her. She hesitated when my arms went around her. My condition had even gotten to her too. I waited and she brought her arms up and hugged me back.
"I'm sorry for that too," She said. Knowing that I knew what she meant.
"It's ok," I told her. She started crying into my chest, I sighed and held her close, she was also holding me close. I heard the door open and didn't look up, I didn't care who it was.
"Well, that was something I wasn't expecting," Jene's voice said. I still didn't turn to her. But unfortunately Rebeca did, breaking my embrace and she stopped crying but the redness around her eyes told everyone that she had been.
"Leave us alone," Rebeca said to Jene.
"That's not going to happen," She said. I sighed and turned to Jene so she could see the horror of what I looked like.
"Still stubborn?" I asked. She looked away, she started to cough and she dashed over to the trashcan and I heard the strangely satisfying sound of Jene vomiting.
"What happened to you?" Jene asked, spitting the last of the vomit out of her mouth and standing up from the trash can.
"I have no clue, I woke up like this yesterday and I was said that I was too sick to come to school," I lied to her.
"I don't believe that for a second," She said looking through my lie. When you lie, one of the basics is that you make your lie realistic or chance are no matter how well you are at spinning it the person your trying to convince will not believe you.
"I don't care if you do or not," I told her. Jene walked out of the room, it looked like she was going to throw up again.
"Well that got her away," I said. Rebeca smiled weakly.
"Yeah," She said.
"Well we won't have to worry about Arial looking for us personally, she can ask anyone in town after school is done what's happened to me: I died and I'm still walking," I said with a small smile. Rebeca sighed
"You always were able to find the good points in any situation," She told me.
"Thanks," I said, taking the compliment. Students started to file into the class. They were repulsed by me and sat on the edge of their seat that was facing away from me. Ralph, Jessica and Jene all sat at other desks. But Jessica apologized to Rebeca about accusing Rebeca the way that Jessica had. And Rebeca accepted it, I could feel that Rebeca was anxious, she was thinking that Jessica had gone over what she had seen with more detail and neither me nor Rebeca could take that kind of risk I could hear people all over the class starting rumors about me, in no small part to my enhanced hearing.
"Their talking about me," I whispered to Rebeca as the teacher lectured.
"Can you blame them?" She whispered back.
"No I guess not," I whispered agreeing. Out of nowhere I felt a spasm of pain grip me like a professional wrestler that was at least twice as strong as one.
"GHAAAA," I screamed as I fell to the ground in the middle of the teacher's talking. Everyone turned to me. I continued to scream but even over my own screams I heard so kids talking.
"Holy shit look at his hair, it's changing color," One of them said. The pain stopped after about a minute, I took in great sucking breaths, trying to get my normal breathing. Everyone was staring, I felt that pressure again. Rebeca took my arm and helped me back into my seat.
"You ok Mich?" The teacher asked.
"I'm fine despite what it looks like. I'm sorry for interrupting and will do my best to not do it again," I said like the good little student I was. My hair caught in my eye, that student wasn't kidding, my hair was striking silver now. The teacher started talking.
"I like your hair," Rebeca whispered to me.
"Thanks, now that you mention it I like it too," I whispered back to her. The rest of class passed without incident to my relief. Me and Rebeca walked to PE and like when we first went into the school, people paved the way for us. I could hear them talking in hushed tones but it was no defense. Rumors abound and chained only by imagination swirled all around me.
"You can hear them can't you?" Rebeca whispered to me. I didn't do anything, she already knew the answer to that. We got through the crowd with 3 minutes to spare thanks to the nearly unobstructed path.
"See you," She said.
"See ya," I said. We gave each other a quick kiss and we parted. I opened the PE door and walked down the hall of locker down to my own. I turned to mine. I heard foorsteps and also the macicious intent of Tank and his lackeys. I moved to the very corner of the entrance to the lockers and waited. I heard his footsteps get closer and closer. I jumped out and slammed my fist into Tanks gut with all the force I could muster. I hit harder than I thought, and heard a crunch of a broken rib, a cry of pain and Tank went down. I didn't wait for his friend to do anything, it was like they were moving in slow motion. I jumped up and twisted to the right and caught the boy on the right in the face with the heel of my shoe, I didn't hear any broken bones but he would reconsider coming at me again. I landed and I saw a fist come at my face, I leaned back and the fist hit the air where my face was, I grabbed the boy's arm and used it to help pull me up and gain momentum for the punch that I hit in his face. He also went down but I think he sustained the least amount of injury. The fight was over in less than 3 seconds but it seemed like 9 had passed. Then I realized something, time wasn't slowing, I was going faster, at least 3 times as fast as normal. I saw people walking down the hall to look at what had happened, I also saw Mr. Urial walking down the hall too. I saw the defeated move and grown like a truck had just hit them.
"I'm suppose to send you to the office," Mr Urial said.
"But I assume it was self-defense. Despite the notable lack of injuries to your person," He continued, "But I think that I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say that put the last straw that broke the camel's back," He said and started to wave kids off. The boys by now were standing up including Tank who was holding his side, he glared at me and limped away.
Whoa," I said to myself. I went back to the lockers and got dressed in school gym clothes. I walked out of the locker room, people were talking less about how I looked and more about how I had beat the stuffing out of the 'Captain of the Jocks' and his lieutenants.
"Are you ok," Rebeca came out of the crowd of people very much in distress, obviously talking about the fight.
"I'm fine. I well, didn't get hurt, only them," I told her. She looked at me weird.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked. She leaned to me and whispered in my ear.
"Your eyes are red," She said.
"Wait, my eyes are red?" I asked in extreme distress. I looked over to glass that was holding a wooden board of school records, and in the reflection, I did have red eyes. I blinked, and they were back to dark green.
"Crazy," I said to myself.
"No kidding," I heard Rebeca say next to me. The teacher came out of the locker room and opened the door to the main gym and the class followed him in, including me. We walked into the main gym it was a big gym at least 100 yards by 100 yards. The class sat down in their appointed seat, and the teacher took roll. After he had finished that he took us outside and down to the track. He had us start by running 2 laps around the quarter mile lap track. I wasn't tired at all but this was a bad thing.
"Mich, you seem more spry despite apparently how about you race Natilly. Oh crap I thought, Natilly was the leader of track, she would cream me. I sighed and went to the starting line, Mr. Urial said that it was a race to the 100 meter mark.
"And GO!" He said. I ran out at a dead sprint and left Natilly in the dust. I passed the 100 yard mark in about 6 seconds. Everyone was amazed, Natilly passed the line about 6 seconds later. Everyone had their jaws dropped. EVERYONE. Even the teacher, Natilly was stunned.
"You should join track. You may look like a corpse but you run like a leopard, I 've never seen someone run as fast as you did, I think it was about 6 seconds, the Olympic record is about 9 seconds," She told me, recovering taking big breaths.
"Thanks but no," I said, flattered.
"Nice run," Mr Urail said as I returned to class.
"Nice run indeed," Rebeca said.
"Thanks," I said to the teacher, but also meant Rebeca too. The teacher started to asign stations. Me and Rebeca were stationed in the same 'team' as 10 other kids. We started at the 100 meter dash, no one wanted to go against me.
"I promise I won't go as fast as I did," I said. But no one still wanted to go against me, until Rebeca stepped up to the start line. We ran and I let her win.
"Cheater," She accused me.
"What do you mean?" I asked with a smile.
"You held back," She said.
"That makes you a cheater," She concluded. I laughed and so did she. The class passed and I saw that I could beat everyone in pretty much everything, running, throwing, accuracy, anything pretty much. If someone didn't hear about me by now at the end of the class no one wouldn't heard of me. A walking corpse, better at nearly everything than anyone else in the school. But I think that this was bringing too much attention and after school got out me and Rebeca walked to my car. We got in. But before I started the car.
"Wait for a sec." She said. I did.
"Don't you think that all this attention is dangerous?" She asked.
"Yeah, I guess your right. Starting tomorrow I won't be better than everyone else, I'll be normal in ability, and look dead on the outside, k?" I asked
"Thanks," She said. I turned the car on and started to her house. We stopped in front of her house about 10 minutes later, I turned the ignition keys and the car's humming stopped.
"Um... Mich?" She asked timidly.
"Yes?" I asked turning to her but when I turned to her, I saw that look in her eye. That look that said 'I can't wait to sink my fangs into you.'
"Um... Ah..." She couldn't bring herself to say that she wanted a drink because of what happened last time she did. But this time we were in front of her house not in front of the school.
"If you want a drink," I started and tilted my head exposing more of my neck to her and lifting my chin.
"You can," I finished.
"I'm afraid," She said timidly still, but behind that timid voice was a beast that was screaming at her to drink deep.
"I'm not," I said to her. She looked surprised.
"I trust you," I told her.
"Thanks," She said. She slowly crawled over to my seat, I backed my seat from away from the wheel so their was more room. She sat down in the same seat as me, pretty much sitting in my lap. She turned her body around so that it faced me. She kissed my lips, and moved down to my neck she kissed it over and over. Then she started licking my neck, I couldn't stifle a little laugh,
"That tickles," I giggled. I felt her fangs sinking into my neck and I moaned softly in pleasure as she drunk my blood for the first time in days. Usually she can't hold back for more than a day but she waited over 3, a record for her I'm sure since she started drinking my blood. She tried to explain why my blood was so tasty to her but I was lost and so was she, I concluded that I didn't need to know. I also know that she loved me before she started to drink from me so I know that she loved me and not my blood, well... She loved me more than my blood, that much I'm sure of and that is good enough for me.