Into The Darkness - Being A Vampire - Chapters 3 & 4

Schools, Assholes and Sex Chapter Three

Being a Vampire Chapter Three Part One Blood Truth

Isaac walked me back to my room. He said he’d have someone come and get my ‘blood take’ and decide whether or not I needed new packets. He showed me a small mini fridge in the corner of the walk in closet. I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before. I don’t know why I was shocked when I opened it and found sealed packets of blood, but I was. I suppose, I’m still not really use to it. But do you ever get use to being a vampire? I didn’t know, and at the moment, I didn’t want to know. Isaac kissed me goodnight and bowed as always. But tonight wasn’t going to be perfect, Nikita was waiting for me. I walked through the door and went straight for the mini fridge. “You’ve been gone a long time.” “I was at school.” “At night?” she asked skeptically. I grabbed a bag of blood from the cooler and bite off the corner. The blood slipped out a little bit and ran down my fingers. “The sun makes me tired now” I said before licking up the blood from my fingers. She saw the blood and finally realized what I was doing “Why? You use to love the sunlight.” She asked, her voice shook and warbled as she spat out the sentence. “I’m not what I use to be” I said. I tried to down the rest of the packet. “You’re going back to school today.” “O-okay… are we staying here?” She asked. “I mean, am I staying here with you?” I stopped in my tracks. She sounded so vulnerable… so young. “For the mean time, we’ll stay here. You’ll sleep at night while I’m at school and I’ll sleep while you’re at school. I’ll walk you to school in the mornings but you’ll have to get back on your own. Do you think you can do that for me?” “Y-Yeah. I can do that.” she nodded her blonde little fuzzy head and smiled weakly. “Mummy never let us walk back home from school alone.” “Mum’s not here.” she smiled and nodded. “I guess, mum was never really there… was she?” I grabbed a pair of tinted glasses and sun block. I didn’t know if the sun block would help, but hell, might as well try. “No.” I knelt down by her feet and took her hands in mine. “Listen Nikita. I know I haven’t been the best sister in the world, and I know there are times when we hate each other. But I love you, okay? You have to be strong for me now, or some very bad things could happen.” She nodded. “If you ever see daddy or mummy or even friends of the family, come to me right away. I still have my phone on me, you can call me on speed dial okay.” She nodded again.

“You know… I do love you, right?” she asked. She was so small, so tiny, and so damn fragile. I smiled, kissed her forehead and hugged her close to my chest. “Yeah baby, I know you do.” And then, she started to cry. I forgave her for it this time, she was healing, and the tears were one step to that healing. As long as she didn’t react this way for everything, as long as she became stronger and could stand her own ground without tears… I could live with that. But she had to be strong now. Not for me or even for herself, but for dad. She couldn’t break down or the bastard wins. I won’t let him win, not anymore. I won’t deny it, even through everything dad’s done to me, I still love him. But that doesn’t mean I approve of what he’s done to Nikita… or myself. She’s my sister, I’m aloud to hate her, but more importantly, it’s my job to protect her. I let her down, I failed her and I’ll have to live with that for the rest of my life. I would give everything in the world if I could take it back; I would give my life to take this burden off her shoulders. She’s too young to have to go through this kind of stuff. I hate that she’s been through anything like this! I hate that I could have stopped it if I had of been there sooner. I just wish… I wish she didn’t have to feel this part. The change from when I loved dad like a father, to loving him as a lover and hating him in everyway at the same time. But, Nikita wouldn’t grow to love him that way. I could be happy about that. She’d never have to feel his hands on her ever again, and she wouldn’t progress to the part where she could find it partly enjoyable. She wouldn’t be like me. She wouldn’t be sick. When she stopped crying I helped her dress and pack. It was another couple hours before school started, but I knew the sun had risen. I could feel it, I didn’t know how, but I could feel it. I downed another packet of blood, caked on the sunscreen and grabbed a pair of dark tinted glasses. I’d keep her safe; I’d make sure she was safe. Ms. Baker would help me out, she was a sweet woman. She’d make sure Nikita was okay, she’d keep her safe if dad should show up. But more importantly, she was the only woman I knew who could help us out. She was Nikita’s teacher… but… she was more than that. She always knew there were problems at home, but she’d never pressed me or Nikita to tell her what was going on. I respected that from her. I knew she’d know it was at least the more obvious physical abuse for me. I always had ‘inexpiable injuries’. Looking back on it now, I realize I did the right thing. Well, the right thing in my situation. I’m sure the law wouldn’t see it that way, but over all, it was the best scenario for me and Nikita. I couldn’t have told any cops or social workers. I understand why I could never bring myself to do it now. If I had of, we would have been sent off… away. The likely hood of both me and Nikita being taken in by the same family was highly unlikely. For one thing, very few teenagers get adopted, and secondly I was defective anyway, or at least, as far as normal people were concerned. I would have rotted away in one of those orphanages for teens… those hostel things. And I would probably never have seen Nikita ever again. No matter how we act towards each other, I still love her. But I guess that’s how all siblings are towards each other. We say and do horrible things, but at the end of the day, we love each other.

Familiarity may breed contempt, but long lasting contempt breeds understanding, and understanding breeds respect, and with respect brings love. It’s as senseless as ever, but every bit as pure. If you ask me, family love is more real than any other kind. It will outlast any romance or pet, they’re there longer than any material thing, and at times they can even out weigh the closest of friendships. Lovers come and go, but family is forever. Whether we like it or not, blood holds a tighter bond than any other fluid could ever make, if you catch my drift. After all, a parent’s love is stronger for their child than their betrothed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying a couple’s love is not as great. I believe it is a very powerful love and one that should not be taken lightly. But a blood bond… it’s stronger. Family comes through for each other, no matter how much they appear to hate one another. Under any and all circumstances, whether they are great or small. After all, you can choose your friends and to an extent, you can choose your lovers. But you can’t choose family, no matter what you do. Blood doesn’t lie, people do. I walked Nikita to school, the sun blazed against my skin. It felt like a hundred degrees. I wasn’t burning, but I felt like I should have been. Walking to the school would usually have been a breeze. But as I walked in the blistering sun, with Nikita hanging off my arm, I felt drained. Like all the energy had suddenly became non existent. Even with the sunglasses on, I strained to see in the blinding light illuminating in the streets. But luckily, Nikita could see perfectly, at least I didn’t have to worry about her being a vampire. I walked her into her class room and put her bag away for her. I bumped into someone and turned around. “Oh no! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I helped the poor man to his feet and realized I’d seen this guy before. “Hey I know you! You go to Sang-Noir right?” I asked. The tall muscular boy regained his posture and dusted himself off. He held his hand out to me and I took it. “It’s a pleasure to meet a royal.” “Oh! I’m not—” I cut my sentence short and took in a deep breathe. “I’m not a royal, or at least, not just a royal. I guess I’m queen now, well, I will be.” I said. His big brown eyes bulged as he took me in, he gave me a head to toe look that lingered in certain places that sent both blood to my face and lingering tingles all the way through my body. The boy bent at his waist, hand over heart and stared at his shoes. “I’m sorry for my previous action oh great queen. I should have made sure ma lady was okay first before worrying about my street clothes.” I yanked him up with force I hadn’t known I had. “Don’t bow, not because you’re scared of me. If you’re going to bow, do it out of respect. Did you miss my speech in the Lunch room the other day or what?” I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the bag room “Oh, by the way. It was nice to meet you.” I left without another word. I bumped into someone else as I exited the bag room, and almost got knocked to the floor. I’m pretty sure that was thanks to my new vampire equilibrium.

“Vanessa! Oh dear, I was worrying about you.” I looked up into the scared eyes of Ms. Baker and smiled. She cared about us, if no one else did; I knew she would help us. “Are you Okay?” “Actually Celina I need to speech with you, privately.” She looked about the room and smiled. I think I can spear a few minutes, just let me ask Mr. Grayson to take over for me. I nodded and watched as she walked away. I never understood why Celina hadn’t married, she was young, smart, beautiful, kind, anything a man could ever ask for in a woman. She’d told me once she felt like she was married to the school, and our children felt like her own. It was a nice change from most teachers I knew. She walked back into the room, as gracefully as ever and smiled at me, her loose brown curls cascading down her back and over the dark frilly fabric of her dress. She was beautiful, and come to think of it a little too beautiful. But her eyes weren’t brown, they were green. And her hair, it wasn’t blond and her skin was not lighter than ivory. She couldn’t be one of us. A tall lanky man with dark curls and piercing brown eyes followed behind her. Mr. Grayson. The man had never been pleasant to say the least, he, like Ms. Baker was young and beautiful, but that’s where the comparisons ended. He was rude, inconsiderate and absolutely horrible with children. He, like a lot of teachers, got into it for the wrong reasons. He scowled at me from over the top of Celina’s head, and to top it all off, he was the most racist bastard you’d ever met. Imagine how he’d react if he found out Vampires were real. “Okay Vanessa, we can go into my office now if you’d like.” I smiled at her and nodded. “That would be best.” She turned and walked out the door, I followed. Celina’s office was small, even for a preschool teacher. It was just big enough to fit her desk and two chairs. And even that made the room cramped. I sat down in the spare chair and took in a deep breath as Celina closed the door behind us. “Okay Vanessa, What did you need to talk about.” She sat down opposite me, that perky smile forever vigilant across her lips. “I-I don’t know where to begin.” I confessed. She reached across the pace between us and rested her hand on mine. “Start at the beginning.” And I did. I told her everything from the party, to the abuse, to the institution. Leaving out the whole ‘I’m the next queen vampire’ thing of coarse. When I was finished I slumped back in my chair and took in a deep shuddering breath. “I’m scared Celina. What happens if he finds us? I can’t let him take her away; I don’t want him doing those things to her. If he ever lays another hand on her… I don’t know what I’d do. I’ve already failed her once, I won’t do it again. ” She took my hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I understand.” She got to her feet and took in her own deep breath. “I’ll do whatever I can to help you out Vanessa, you and Nikita… your special aren’t you?” she asked. I froze and said nothing. “You don’t have to say it, I know you are. I don’t know what you are yet, and I pains me that you don’t have enough faith in me to tell me… but I’ll help you. Nikita doesn’t deserve to go through that, and neither did you.” I nodded and looked away; the familiar sting of unshed tears burned my eyes. “Take your time; I trust you can make your own way out.” And soon after, I did.

Being a Vampire Chapter Three Part Two Running Scared

I was running as fast as I could. Those eyes were following me, staring into my soul like no one else could ever possibly stare. I ran and screamed and tripped through the gate. The eyes disappeared with a hiss and I continued to scrambled towards the castle, stumbling and scraping every part of my body as I went. I knew the danger was over, but I was still afraid. I backed into someone and sent trembling to the ground. “Watch where you’re going you pathetic little maggot!” “Oh my God man, look I’m so sorry.” I pushed myself off the stranger and stumbled up as quickly as possible and stuck my hand out in front of me. “I should have watched where I was—” Prince Asshole. “Oh, it’s just you.” I took my hand away and dusted off my clothing. “What the hell are you doing up this time of night… well morning?” I asked as he shakily got to his feet. “I should be asking you the same… princess? Oh, I thought… never mind your majesty.” He bowed; hand over heart, full length bend at the waist. “Why are you bowing?” I asked. “You are queen, my superior…” “Did everyone miss my cafeteria speech or was it just that no one was listening?” “My Lady—” I held my hand up to silence him. “No honey, no. don’t even try to apologize okay, it makes us both look like jack asses.” He smiled at that. “But honestly, what are you doing up this… early?” I asked. He blushed and averted his gaze “Well…” I looked him over. His hair was tussled and all too familiar, his uniform messy and crumpled. He’d fucked someone. That’s why his hair looked so familiar. Sex hair.

“So, who’s the lucky lady?” I asked folding my arms across my chest. “Wasn’t I told something about not being aloud in the other dormitories?” he grinned “Well, technically we weren’t in any of the dorms.” “Oh god, tell me where so I don’t accidentally sit there.” “Unless you plan on… never mind your majesty. I promise you won’t sit near anything… unhygienic.” I smiled and nodded. “Sure I won’t. If I were you, I’d be more worried about the cameras.” His smile disappeared, Yay. “What cameras?” “The cameras installed in every room to make sure all students are where they should be. The cameras you can see clearly at all times, the ones with the blinking lights.” I pointed to one of the monitors just above the door. “Honestly is everyone blind or what?” “Camera’s don’t look like that.” he said. “Security cameras do. What century were you born in?” “This one, though I suppose my family would be ‘behind the times’. It can be quite confusing at times, not understanding so many of the current technologies.” “Is that why you showed up in the carriage?” I asked. “Yes.” I returned his weak, self-conscious smile. Poor guy. Maybe I did judge him a little fast. I mean, he could be a nice guy, right? I mentally slapped myself. No one was a good guy these days, no point in starting to trust anyone now. “Well, if I were you I’d get back to your room and await certain death.” His smile faltered and turned… uncertain. “Th-Thank you, High Princess Kayla. I shall return--” “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I called over my shoulder. He muttered something with my name in it, but I didn’t wait around to hear what it was. When I got back to the dorm room Isaac was waiting for me. I closed the door quietly behind me. he looked pissed, extremely pissed. I backed up against the door and smiled. I wish it had looked more convincing. “WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!!!” he screamed suddenly. I flinched. “Look, Isaac, I had to take Nikita—” he pushed me up against the door, his hands on my shoulders as his fingernails dug into my shoulders. “I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR HUMAN SISTER!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!!!” he screamed in my face. That did it. I slapped the bastard as hard as I could. His face spun to the side, the contact of my hand and his face making a very satisfying crackling sound. “Now you listen to me. I’m your queen and you won’t ever put your hands on my like this ever again. So get your fucking filthy hands off of me.” I pushed him away with all my strength and made him stagger to the point where he landed on my bed. “I won’t stand for it, do you hear me? Never again! I won’t let anyone treat me like this! Never ever fucking touch me again!” he stared at me, dumbfounded. Maybe he wasn’t that bad. “I’m going to shower and go to bed. By the time I get back, I expect you to be gone.” And sure enough, when I get out of the shower and headed to bed, he was nowhere to be seen. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I awoke to find Nikita in front of what looked like one hell of a brand new plasma tv. I got out of bed groggily and sat down next to her. “This came, I wanted to watch something so…” she grabbed a piece of paper from beside her and handed it to me. “This is for you.” I un-scrunched the note and read. Princess, With all my love, and apologies for last night, Isaac. I scrunched it back up and threw the note as far away from me as possible. Stupid vampire bastard. I hated that, I hated it so damn much. Whenever dad made me bleed a little more than he wanted, or I’d cried after sex, he’d always buy me something. He thought it made things better. But really, it just made me hate him that little bit more. Who wants gifts from someone that makes you do such horrible…? I mentally slapped my self and got to my feet. “Where are you going?” Nikita asked. Oh crap, good question. “I… I don’t know. But I’m so not going to English.” “But isn’t that a bad thing, skipping class?” Oh, damn! I hate that. You can never do anything wrong when you’ve got a little kid with you. It goes against the whole being a good example and what not. “Yeah, sure is kid. Thanks for reminding me.” I smiled down at her. “What would I do without you?” “You’d go to a white snake concert and marry some biker named Spike and live drunkenly ever after in a trailer park.” She said happily. Oh great. “Thanks kid” ‘for putting that image in my head’ I added silently. “You’re welcome sis.” I showered, again. Dressed in my kick ass uniform and did all my hygienic little jobs. When I was done, I looked myself over in the mirror. I had always been pretty. Well, my body had always been pretty. But everything on my body seemed more defined, sharper lines and curves. My breasts seemed perkier and ass seemed higher, bouncier. Cool. And my face. Damn! My pink eyes had turned a bright blood read and eye lashes had at least doubled in thickness. My lips felt fuller and all my blemishes were gone. My white hair and clear completcion actually seemed beautiful for once. I didn’t feel ugly; I didn’t feel like a freak. “You look really pretty Kay, you know that?” “Really?” I asked. “I hadn’t noticed.” Okay, total lie but who cares? “I better get to class and you better get your butt into bed.” We turned off the TV, got her changed into Pajamas and tucked her into bed. She was out like a light. “Night, beautiful.” I kissed her forehead and without another word was off to class. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Evening High Princess Kayla” I whirled around to find Prince Asshole standing behind me. “Oh, hey. You’re in my English class right?” he nodded and walked towards me. “Shall I escort your majesty there?” he asked, extending his elbow as such. Now, I didn’t like this guy, but… “You know what. Sure.” I took his arm. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ We walked into class and again, everyone went silent when I entered the room. Prince Asshole was smiling brighter than any midnight highway truck lights I’ve ever seen. So that’s why he wanted to escort me in, attention seeking vampire bastard. Prince Asshole escorted me back to my seat and kissed my hand before letting it drop to my side. It was all I could do not to wipe my hand on the front of my skirt, but damn it was an effort. I smiled, obviously unconvincingly and turned to my book. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen Isaac since last night. Right on queue Isaac walked through the door. A sigh went out among the class, well, the female portion of the class at least. But no one else noticed what I did. His hair was a mess, and his clothes weren’t like anything I’d seen him in before. Loose pants, bagging shirt and he looked… dirty. His eyes met mine, and I realize something was wrong. Very, very wrong. His eyes were red, not red like mine, but red like he’d been crying. “Class. Tonight, our school has come into trouble. A Feedling was… has been…” he swallowed hard. “Tonight we have found a murdered Feedling. Father McClain found her hung from the steeple. She died some time this morning.” He looked directly at me then. This morning. I’d walked Nikita to school this morning. “Between 8-9 o’clock.” He added. Wait, oh no. No way in hell. Did he honestly think I was the one who fucking did that? “There will be an assembly held in the great hall. After that, everyone is to return to their dorm rooms. No exceptions.” The bell went and every filed out of the classroom. First period wasn’t over yet, was it? I collected my books and attempted to follow everyone else. “Just a moment, Kayla.” A few of the people closest to us stopped and gasped. “High princess Kayla” he corrected himself. “My title has no importance Isaac, you know that.” he nodded. When the last people had left he closed the door. “Tell me it wasn’t you.” He said. He turned back to me and our eyes locked. He… he honestly thought I did it. “How could you possibly think I could kill anybody? Am I that kind of a person to you? Do you honestly think I’d be capable of doing that without puking my guts up? How… how could you possibly think I’d do that? Isaac… how could you?” I felt the tears streak down my face. But I had no intention of wiping them away. How could he possibly… ever… He stepped towards me. “Kayla I—” “No! No don’t even try it! Just because I left the castle it means I’m a murderer? I took my fucking sister to school you bastard! How dare you—” he caught me then, his arms encircling my waist and drew me to him. And then he kissed me. I smashed, whacked and pushed away, but slowly, I stopped

my protest. His lips on mine, his hands at the nape of my back and his hard throbbing erection poking my thigh all made me melt into him. Oh God he felt so good! I moaned my ecstasy into his mouth. His hands moved down to cup my ass and pulled me harder against him. It made things low in my body tighten and clench like nothing I’d ever felt before. How could one man make me feel so much? I my right hand move down from his chest to his now engorged crotch and stroked the length of him. “Kayla, oh God Kayla! You feel so good!” he moaned against me. He lifted me onto the desk, sending the bits and pieces decorating it crashing to the floor. “Let me have you, all of you.” He moaned, his hands moving up to cup my breasts. His crotch rubbed against my core and made me moan. “Oh yes! God yes! Take me Isaac! Please!” I moaned into his mouth. He didn’t need to be told twice. He undid my blazer and thin borderline see through shirt and tossed it to the floor. His mouth enveloped the exposed part of my flesh as his hands unclasped my black lacy bra. He licked my nipple, twisting and pinching the other. I bent back on the desk and moaned, over and over again. I locked my leg around his waist and pulled his rock hard erection against my core. He stoked against me and made me scream my ecstasy. He reached down with his hand and stroked me, massaging and circling through my thin fancy panties. I was so glad I wore nice undie’s today. He pulled off my panties in one fluid movement and threw them away. He kissed his way down my body and licked the inside of my thigh before he reached my core. I gasped at the pure sensation of his tongue and lips finding the one single goal of my pleasure. I ground against his face and moaned at the sharp well defined waves of pleasure. He licked and stroked and tickled until everything exploded in one perfect scream of pleasure. He kissed his way back up my body and stopped at my mouth. We kissed, deep and passionately until I felt his throbbing cock at my entrance. I broke away and looked down at the well endowed manhood poking my hot core. He looked into my eyes and waited. I reached down between us and helped him find that exact spot. He kissed me once and then thrust into me; hard and deep. I had never had a man fill me so intensely, in anyway. He stretched my entrance in a way I’d never felt any man stretch me. He pushed and fought for every inch he could get. It was like my body was holding onto him, trying to hold onto him and never let him go. He thrusted in and out of me slowly as he let me adjust to the sensation of his huge cock stretching my tight walls with his thickness. I moaned as he thrusted, growing in speed and pushing it harder. He thrusted and thrusted and made me scream my ecstasy. He kissed me roughly, matching the feel of his rock solid cock inside of my hot dripping pussy. He kissed a trail down my cheek and across my neck. I could feel my pulse against his lips, and the second it all became too much he bit down. He licked the wound and suckled at the blood. The feel of him taking one fluid as he pumped another into me was too great for words. I ran my hands up and down his back my hands grasping his shirt for all I was worth. He came away and kissed my lips, I could taste the blood on his lips. Blood didn’t taste like blood to me anymore, that salty coppery taste was all a thing of the past. It tasted like the first bite into a ‘Juicy Fruit’,

perfect sizzling sweetness that made you feel absolutely wonderful the only difference was that Juicy Fruit lost its taste, blood didn’t. I licked him mouth clean as we kissed, a mixture of feeding and fucking giving my one hell of an orgasmic chill. He pulled out of me and away from my kiss. My body shivered with the loss of him. I’d never felt more perfect or loved in my life, and now it was over. I wanted him again, and harder this time… that more than anything scared me. I scooted off the desk and grabbed my clothes. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but the likely hood that no one had heard us… yeah, that was incredibly unlikely. I dressed and so did Isaac, of course, he was finished way before me. He didn’t watch, he simply walked over and helped me button up my top and fix my tie. “Princess… I—” I held my finger to his lips and shook my head. “You don’t have to say anything. I wanted it, you wanted it, end of story.” I made sure my fishnet stockings were on right and my underwear weren’t twisted. “Princess… please forgive me.” okay, that got my attention. I looked up at him and felt my eye brows furrow. “Excuse me.” “Everything I have done lately, nothing has been done properly for you. A Princess should have her own royal suit, hell, her own house on campus. I should never have said the things I said, and what we just did should never—” “Don’t! Don’t ever say that shouldn’t have happened! Isaac, you scare the hell out of me at times, but… I love you Isaac. You’re my Guardian right? Were supposed to be together.” I linked my arms around his neck and kissed his lips lightly. “I feel so damn childish. But the thing is… I really do love you. I don’t think I’d ever actually say that to anybody. B-but I don’t want you to feel tied down, you don’t have to be with me. If you want to be with someone else, that okay. I’ll understand. Just because I’m your Princess doesn’t mean —” He tilted my face towards his and kissed my lightly. This felt so strange. I loved him, I actually loved him. I was scared to love him, but more than that, I was scared of the rejection. He pulled away and smiled at me. “Princess, I’ll never want anyone but you. Kayla…” he said my name. He’d never just called me Kayla, it was always ‘princess’. I hated that nickname. I looked the way he said my name, he said it the way my name was meant to be said. “I love you more than I’ve loved any woman in my lifetime. I pledged myself to you Princes, you and only you. I am yours until you choose other wise.” I smiled and cupped his face in my hands. Was there anyone in this world more perfect than him? “I’ll never choose anyone but you.” I kissed him, and the door busted open. And with that, we were busted. Fuck.

Being a Vampire Chapter Three Part Three Busted…

“Hey professor, everyone’s looking for—” Sky froze when he saw us. “Oh shit, look, Sky—” I walked towards him but he stepped back. “No. I mean, never mind princess it was my fault, I shouldn’t have… I mean I should have knocked.” “Sky,” Isaacs’s confident booming voice commanded attention, and sure enough, he got it… from both of us. “Please, come in and close the door.” He did. Isaac paced in front of his desk and I went to sit on it. Sure with my uniform it probably wasn’t the most lady-like thing to do, but I never claimed to be a lady. I just claimed to be female. A hot female, with a killer figure. Wait, hat was I talking about again? “Sky, you are aware of the bond My Princess and I share?” he shook his head. Isaac sighed, he was going to have to give a lecture, I couldn’t blame him. “I am her sire; do you know what a sire is?” Sky nodded slowly. “Sir Vladimir Kensington was the most famous sire in history, he was our late queen’s lover protector and creator” he recited.

“Yes, it is nice to see you pay attention in someone’s class.” He leaned against the wall and watched Sky. “I am her lover, protector and creator Sky. But, you can understand why we would not like this subject to become wide spread news.” He nodded and looked up at me. “I would never betray my Princess.” And in that moment, I was certain he was telling the truth. That more than anything scared the crap out of me. He turned back to Isaac, professor Vein and looked him in the eye. “Your secret is safe with me.” “Thank you.” Both of them turned to me and I smiled. “That means a lot.” Sky nodded and smiled. Isaac glared, sky stopped smiling. I was getting the scary vibe again from Isaac. It was as if the entire room suddenly dropped three degrees whenever he gets like this. I shivered unconsciously as Isaac glared down at Sky. “That shall be all Sky, return to your next class. Now.” Sky left. “You don’t have to be so mean to him you know, he’s a good guy, a good friend—” “I don’t want you being friends with that… child.” Isaac said through clenched teeth. “What? No! You’re not going to dictate who I do and don’t talk to. God damn it Isaac! I won’t be you fucking puppet!” He pushed me up against the wall, his hands tightening around my arms. “You think this is a joke!? What do you think will happen if Sky got the wrong idea and blabbed to the rest of the school? Do you know how long I have spent building myself a reputation—?” “Is that all that matters to you? You’re fucking reputation! This has nothing to do with that! Hell, don’t you think it might look a little off if I suddenly stop talking to him? He’s my first friend Isaac. I won’t give someone like that up just because you want me to!” I screamed. He stared at me and searched my face. “You’ll never understand, will you?” He let go and stalked away, slamming the door closed behind him. I guess whatever he was looking for wasn’t there. Something about him walking away from me pulled at my heart strings. I wanted to run after him, immediately. I had to literally dig my own nails into my skin just to keep from doing exactly that. What did he mean? Why the fuck didn’t he want me hanging around with Sky? I mean, he was a nice enough guy. He even looked like he cared about me… and then it hit me. That’s why he didn’t want me around Sky, he thought I might… that stupid mother fucking retard! “Oh god…” I sank into his chair and rested my head in my hands. “Isaac you fucking Idiot.” “That’s a nice way to talk about your lover.” I looked over at the door. Sky. “Didn’t you leave already?” “Yeah, but something told me you’d be needing me.” “Well, I don’t.” I let my head smack down on the table. “I need Isaac.” “Princess…” I could hear his shoes, but that didn’t matter to me. Not until his hands came to rest on my shoulders. Every muscle in my body clenched. “I’m not going to hurt you.” And then his fingers started moving. I let out an involuntary moan. “Damn boy! Where’d you learn how to do that?” I moaned again.

“My Great Aunt Ester. She’s into all that aromatherapy crap.” “Aroma therapy’s to do with sweet smelling oils.” “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. “No! no, no I’m sorry. Right, aroma therapy, please don’t stop.” He massaged my shoulders again; his fingers rubbing at all the right places at every perfect moment. “So much tension.” He scolded. “Well, you’d be tense to if your sire/lover walked out on you. And over something as stupid as…” I was so about to say ‘as stupid as you!’ but thank god I had the right mind to stop myself. “As stupid as what?” he asked. “Never mind Sky. He… he just thinks I don’t get him. I’ve only known him for what? Two days? How the hell am I supposed to get him after that shorter amount of time? Dude, I’ve known Nikita her entire life and I don’t bloody get her! And she’s my sister!” I let my head smack down on the desk again. “Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!” I said with each smash of my head against the very smooth wood. “Stupid non-splintery wood! I hate you!” I screamed. Okay, so I’ll be the first to admit I have problems. And okay, I’m a little dramatic. But hey, it’s all part of the charm… right? “Take it easy Princess.” And strangely I did. I felt the tension slowly fade from my body. First to go were my shoulders, then my back, my legs, and all the way down to my toes. “Your really, really good at this.” I could feel him chuckle. I hadn’t realized we’d gotten that close. “We should get to class.” I noted. Damn my stupid brain! Okay, so I didn’t want to be late for class, or ditch class all together. But I really didn’t want to move. “We could do that, or we could stay here.” I let out a little nervous giggle of my own. Oh God why was I nervous? “You have no idea how good that sounds, but…” I pushed his hands away and slowly got to my feet. I felt so relaxed, so carefree that I actually fell back into my chair… twice. When I finally got to my feet and all the embracement had washed away I smiled at sky. “You have to teach me how to do that.” he smiled back. “I’d love to, but only if you return the favor.” There was an all knowing look in his eye. The kind of look Isaac gave me. I nodded, smiled and pretended not to get what he was trying to ask. “Sure thing Sky. Now, let’s get to class.” And we did.

The rest of the day was boring. I found myself drifting off constantly, wondering where Isaac was. Was he okay? Did I really hurt him? Would he ever… ever forgive me? What if he didn’t want to see me anymore? I skipped lunch and hung around in the library for a bit. It wasn’t like any school library I’d been in before. It was like one of those old ancient ones where you’d have to climb a ladder just to reach the top shelf. The books weren’t fiction novels, but huge ancient volumes just gathering dust. Strangely, I felt sorry for the books. They must be lonely. Being here, untouched for so long… collecting dust, forgotten by the rest of the world. How… sad; to be unknown.

I ran my hand along the volumes and brought t back, dust, as I expected. Why did I feel connected to these books? What was special about them? And then I stopped. My hand found a wide spread book, hard covered in a royal blue with two simple words embroided into the cover in gold thread “Queens Property”. Where I touched the book seemed to grow warmer. It shimmered I wanted to read it. I needed to read it. I pulled the book out and found an unused desk, not that any of them were actually being used. Everyone was off at lunch. Call me crazy, but I wasn’t hungry… not for food anyway. I spent a moment looking over the book. No one had touched this thing in years. I blew across the book and watched as a wave of dust fly away. Okay, centuries. The title had been embroided so well it was almost impossible to tell it hadn’t been printed. Well, it would have been if the raised letters and one pulled string didn’t give the whole deal away. I ran my fingers across the title. “Holy Shit!” I jumped back and almost fell out of my chair. When I ran my fingers across the title it sparkled. Not like glitter sparkles, but as in shimmering ray of light sparkle. Yeah, now you see why I had the overblown reaction. I ran my fingers over the title again… no reaction. Weird. I opened the book. No shimmering magic, no overblown reaction, just scribble. It was English, or at least, translated into English. I had to squint to read the hand writing, call me crazy, but I could never read cursive handwriting. And this person’s hand writing was… awesome.

Dear Journal, Today has been eventful to say the least. Today makes the anniversary of not only my ruling but also my relationship with Marcus. How I love him, the fool. He is my sire and I owe him my life. But that give him no excuse! He does not control whom I see and who I do not! They are things of my choosing, not his! I hate him for it! No… I don’t hate him. I’m simply… aggravated. I hate that he believes he can control me. I hate his actions, not him. Not my eternal lover. He may do things I truly hate, and at times I feel as if I could hate him, even for a moment. But I cannot. Whenever he is with me my heart melts like butter. He is frightening at times, even to me. But that makes him all the more beautiful. He is imperfect, and I love it. Perfection is so overrated. Why would one wish to be perfect, to never get things wrong? If we make no mistakes, how can we ever learn? If we are truly perfect, then no one could possibly hate us. How absolutely boring! Why would you want life to have such little consequence? I like an adventure. Something always goes wrong, you always learn something new. It is interesting. I have instituted a new council, a group of men and women who shall deliberate and handle smaller matters, matters I simply can’t keep up with. They are some of my closest and most trusted friends. I know them to be good, trustful people. I believe they will do me proud. They are wonderful people. People Marcus wants me to be far away from. I wish he would trust me to love him. But he is so wrapped up in his own insecurities that he could

never understand me. I love him. Why can’t he just accept that? I should go before I say something I’ll regret. Queen Vivian III

Wow. Why did that sound familiar? I shook my head and closed the book. The title shimmered again, and I knew I wasn’t imagining anything. The bell rang. I picked up the book and headed to the next class. She sounded so much like me. And Marcus, he sounds like my Isaac. Why would she let this be public knowledge? I wonder what the age difference between the two of them was… I wonder if she ever had to hide her relationship with Marcus like I seem to have to do with Isaac. I wonder when the first time she was with her sire intimately was… I wonder if it was on a un-splintery teacher’s desk. I laughed to my self, yeah right! No one (but me) has that little self respect. Yeah. I got to class five minutes late. “You’re late High Princess Kayla.” “Sorry Mr. Sly, I was in the library. I guess I lost track of time.” “Very well.” he waved a hand dismissively and I, obediently, yeah right, took my seat closest to the open window. It was beautiful in the dark tonight. Strangely I could see everything. The tall fern-like trees to the small rose like flowers blooming around the tree stumps. I sighed and stared off into the beautiful nothingness until the end of the lesson.

Being a Vampire Chapter Three Part Four Princess Asshole Turned

I sat down in my seat at the back of the class room like always. Prince asshole walked me to class; I’m starting to think he’s not as much of an asshole as I originally thought. But then again, maybe I’m just getting soft. Were the first people in class, so I was happy enough. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’m kind of avoiding Isaac whenever I can now. He just… I fell like he doesn’t love me anymore… like I’m a nobody to him. Anyone else in the world can think that and I wouldn’t be affected, but not Isaac, not Isaac… He hasn’t talked to me all week. I feel so abandoned now. I don’t even understand why I feel like this; all I know is that I do… I see him everyday in class, but that just makes it worse. I see him, but he doesn’t see me. His eyes just skim over my desk as if I wasn’t there, and when he does look at me, it’s

so cold, so emotionless. If he really loved me, wouldn’t he feel the same way I do? Wouldn’t he feel this loneliness I feel? A few more people filtered into the room, along with that annoying little geeky Feedling that tripped me in the halls. She gets on look at me and goes into full length bow mode. I don’t say anything, and neither does anyone else. I’ve made my point clear and I have no intention of repeating myself. I put my head down on the warm wooden desk. It was strange how many things that use to see cold now seemed warm… it was kind of a constant reminder, you know, that I was technically dead… yeah. I feel a large warm hand rest on my scull and ruffle my hair. I didn’t move, what was the point. It wasn’t Isaac; he wouldn’t look at me let alone touch me. Was there any point in anything anymore…. Mental slap! I will not think like that! I’m not some depressed emo freak! Mental slap! Don’t bag out Emo Freaks! “Is she sleeping?” A warm kind voice asks Prince Asshole… Okay, Prince Matthew, see, I’m learning. “I’m not sleeping.” I mumble against the table. The warm voice laughed, but it did nothing for me. I just want Isaac to laugh with me again, or for the first time even… but that wouldn’t happen. “Take your seats!” A large and in charge Isaac orders. I regretfully pulled my head from the desk while fixing my hair, whipped out my book and got ready to start taking notes. Class went by as usual. Isaac ignored me; I took no notes and just drew a lot of retarded pictures and when the bell went, that was the end of it. Isaac excused the class, people left. The end. Reluctantly and more than a little heart broken I gathered up my books and headed for the door. I was the last one to leave, as usual. But Matthew did wait at the door for me. He was being really sweet lately. I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but I didn’t care. He could embarrass me, rape me, or even kill me and it could make absolutely no difference to me. Nothing could feel worse than the aching bone shattering pain I was gong through without Isaac. Isaac turned to the door just as I passed by and my breathing caught. I kept walking, but… I could feel him watching me. His eyes burned holes in the back of my scull until I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around and faced him “What is your Fucking Problem!?” I borderline screamed at him. A few head swiveled my way, but the second they realized who I as, they bowed silently and made there escape. I hated that. I was a person too you know. His eyes went wide in shock and I realized what I had just done. Whether he was mine or not, he was a teacher, and I just swore at the teacher. A firm hand landed on my shoulder. “Lets go Kayla. I think we’d all prefer it if you didn’t end up in detention.” Matthew whispered in my ear, his lips practically tasting my earlobe. I smiled slightly, I knew where this was going, and he was teasing Isaac. I didn’t need more influence than what he was giving me. I turned to him and linked my arms up around his neck he followed suit, grinning slightly as his arms link around my waist. “Sorry Baby, I lost my temper.” I leaned up and pecked his lips lightly; he reacted and kissed me back for that short moment. “Forgive me?” I asked. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his expression soft and caring. For

a moment I could almost believe he loved me. It was a look I’d never seen before, not even on Isaac. It made me forget myself for a moment. “Who couldn’t forgive someone as perfect as you?” despite my self, I smile, genuinely. He leaned forward and kissed me, a long drawn out passionate little kiss that made me melt. I pulled back just to smile at him, the smile sweet and solemn. “Angel… Lets get out of here.” I took his hand in mine and we walked away. I didn’t even check to see Isaacs’s reaction, which was weird. It took me a while to realize what I had just done. I whacked his arm playfully. “Thanks man, you’re a pretty damn good actor. He totally bought it!” Okay, so I didn’t know if it was true but still… I could hope. “Anything for my Future Queen” he stopped in the middle of the now empty hallway and swiveled around to face me. He got down on his knee’s the way Isaac had done that day in the infirmary and held onto my hand. He kissed the knuckles and stared into my eyes. For a moment I was almost certain he was going to propose, but no, he did something worse. He pledged. “I pledge to you my loyalty and undying servitude, as my Princess and my future Queen. From this moment on my life and spirit Belongs to you and you alone. I shall worship your majesty and serve her in whatever way possible for the rest of your rein as our beloved Queen, and then so on until the day of my release. My body and soul are laid at your feet for your approval; my loyalty to the queen will never falter. My Love for our Queen shall never die. In body, spirit and mind we trust.” I almost expected him to say something gay like ‘Amen’ at the end, but he didn’t. He kissed my knuckles, my arm, my shoulder, my cheek, my forehead and then stopped. He rested his forehead against mine, his breath ragged and harsh. “Kiss me” he said. “Kiss me and it’ll be binding.” It wasn’t the same pledge as Isaac had made. Actually, it was incredibly different. It was more like a worriers pledge than a lover’s pledge. And weird enough, I wanted to kiss him. So I did, there was nothing else to do but stretch on tippy toes and pucker up. I kissed him, a slow warm passionate kiss… a loving warmth spread through my body, like taking on another soul to keep me warm at night. It was like topping off a drink, with me being the glass… I loved it. It wasn’t desperate or hungry, it was sweet and balanced. I wasn’t fighting for power; I wasn’t killing myself trying to match his need. It was sweet, a teenage kiss. He pulled away slowly and smiled. “I’ll always protect you Kayla, in whatever way you want me to.” I smiled back and pecked his lips lightly. “You know, the first time I met you I thought you were an absolute asshole.” He laughed a warm comforting sound “Is this supposed to make me feel good about myself or…” “Let me finish. But the thing is, your not. And I guess, I only really thought it because… well Isaac didn’t trust you either. I’m starting to think he just doesn’t want me around any other men. He’s going to be so pissed were pledge. ” Fuck. I hadn’t thought of that. A little voice in my head was screaming ‘Undo it! Undo it now!!!!’ but I silenced that voice with every little bit of courage I had.

His face darkened for a moment. Which I was surprised to notice considering his forehead was resting against mine and out bodies were literally parallel to one another. It was nice. “Have the two of you pledged?” he asked. I nodded. “Yeah. But, it was different to what you just said; it was more like about being one with the others soul and basically telling me I full on owned his butt. Hey, does that mean I can like, order him to do stuff?” “Only if he felt compelled to do it. So, you’d have to want him to do it pretty damn bad.” I nodded. “Good to know. Okay, well, what pledge was that? I mean, Isaac said something about there being lots of different pledges but—” “It was the last known guardian pledge ever written. It binds me to you as your protector and ever vigilant warrior.” He kissed my hand, our entwined fingers “I will make a fine warrior for you Princess, I will be your king of the guards and earn my title as you see fit. I will duel for my title and you will sit in my corner.” He laid another gentle kiss along our now entwined fingers, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand. “I will make you proud of me. You will never have to fear for your life ever again, I will always… always be your defender.” I said nothing. I didn’t think I needed to. We walked into class, the teacher looked like he was about to blow a gasket because we were late. But then, being the “Future Queen” and all, he let me off. A few dirty looks I deserved and a few impartial ones, some even seemed kind of happy I was let off. One thing I knew for sure, my ballet box was going to be diverse, and that’s an understatement.

Being a Vampire Chapter Three Part Five Fitting in… Three days pass and still no word from Isaac. He’s still completely ignoring me. Matthews been nice, he’s ‘serving me’ as he likes to say in the only way possible for him right now. It’s nice to know he wants to serve me at all, let alone do it this way. We’ve talked about it, and were not boyfriend and girlfriend, we both agree on that. But I’m starting to think he’d agree with anything I say at this point. I guess its okay, but I can’t help but feel like I’m

taking advantage of him. He says I’m not, that I’m just being overly sensitive, but… I’m not so sure. It was lunch time and somehow I’d managed to half way fit in. When Matthew and I walked arm in arm into the cafeteria everyone didn’t automatically bowed for half and hour and waited for me to tell them to rise. They’d all stop at there own time and bow as we sat down. At least they generally left me alone. I mixed in with the Nobel Royals better than I did with any of the other groups. Sadly, it was because of my looks. I was a leggy, busty albino. I looked like a totally bimbo and I’ll admit it. But I wasn’t… not really. Okay, maybe a little. But at least I’m not like that stupid prissy little miss bitch up-her-self-Gentry. Fuck I hated her. But, being a Nobel Royal and all, I had to see her, daily. You have no idea what I would have given to whip her fugly little face from the planet… but I would never abuse my power like that… even if I really, really wanted to, and believe me I really, really wanted too. The group wasn’t too bad actually, or at least, I didn’t think they were too bad. I tried not to pay a whole lot of attention. I flirted like mad, but considering they were mostly jockey football types, what did you expect? Mathew’s arms were around my shoulders, but that’s where they always were. He was kind of like a human shield, okay, so he’s a vampire shield. We had to ‘keep up appearances’ so… we decided it was for the best. He didn’t mind the flirting; actually he thought it was ‘cute’. I seriously Hated (With a capital H) being called cute. But… at least he was a sweetheart. Matthew kissed my cheek, our warning sign. Isaac was near. I pulled his arms more securely around me and turned to face him. He was cute, I’ll admit it. He was an absolutely beauty, well, manly beauty. He was such a sweetheart. He turned to me, still smiling as always and kissed me lightly. “God guys! Jeez people I think I’m going to have to scratch my eyes out. Get a room will ya?!” one of the guys shot out. I smiled, okay so they were jockey bastards but they were funny, kind of. “Maybe later” I said. That earned me a lot of laughs. Yay me, not. “Oh come on Jasper. You know damn well the only reason your pissed is because you don’t get to touch her.” He turned my face towards him and kissed my nose. “She’s all mine.” “I’m all yours.” I said back to him. Was I a good actor or what? It was common knowledge now that Matthew and I we’re a couple. I didn’t know how I felt about that. More so because I had no idea what the rest of them thought that made Matthew. I kissed him again. “I’m going to get something to drink. K?” he kissed me back and smiled. “K” I got up and got in line. Okay, so I know I should be disgusted and all by what they serve her but I’m not. The specialty for our school ‘canteen’ was raw scotch fillet steak. They had all kinds of animal blood in every type, and even top shelf synthetic human blood. They’d never sell the real stuff that could get ugly. The real stuff is only for teachers and full grown vamps. It can cause weird shit to happen to people underage. I ordered a cup of A Synthetic human blood. Isaac said I needed to drink more often that I had been, so I was drinking at least three cups a day. The doc got pissed when I came to him complaining about headaches or a saw stomach. He said it just meant I wasn’t drinking enough. Go figure. The lunch ladies were really sweet. The school didn’t make us pay for the blood.

They tallied it and sent us bills at the end of the month, or at least, that’s what Matthew told me. I mean, he has no need to lie to me right? I was going to forward the bills to dad attached to a note saying ‘You’ll pay the school fee’s or I’ll go public and get your ass thrown in jail’. He’d pay. He was an asshole and a drunk, but he was smart enough to save his own ass. The bastard’s father was rich. He left him a fortune. Talk about good things happening to fucked up people. Fucking A. I picked up my warm coffee cup of blood and smiled at Lunch Lady Doris. “Thanks Doris, you’re a life saver.” I know, her name, such a cliché. She smiled sweetly, “Anything for you dear.” I turned around and bumped into someone tall and big. They caught my arm and waist and held me up. That could have been so much worse. I could have lost my lunch, literally. Luckily I didn’t spill the blood. “Oh shoot, I’m sorry about that I didn’t mean to—” I looked up to find Isaac staring down at me, his huge brown eyes wide and intent. Being this close to his body reminded me of things I really didn’t want to remember in the middle of the lunch rooms. “Oh, Its you.” I straitened up into a stand and made sure my blood was okay. Yup. “Well, thanks for not letting me fall flat on my ass.” I walked off. No such luck. He grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me back. A trickle of the blood ran down the side of the mug. “Dude. I’m carrying blood here!” I looked up at him. “What?” I asked, okay I was getting a little pissed off now. I took a sip of blood. Blood calmed me down a bit if you’d believe that. “High Princess Kayla” he bowed formally and I almost had to stifle a groan. “Please come to my quarters after dinner tonight. We need to discuss your last English assignment.” “What English assignment?” I asked. “The one you didn’t hand in.” Oh crap. “Fourteenth floor, Room 1498, 9 o’clock sharp.” “Whatever Isaac.” I turned away from him. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him and I really wasn’t looking forward to tonight. He pulled me back again, and this time I manage to spill a little more out of my cup. “God damn it. I said I had blood in this bloody—” he pulled me against him and kissed me. Bold and fierce, the kiss embodied everything Isaac did. In that moment, not only did everyone around us freeze, but I did too. Oh shit. I wanted him right there and then, that more than anything scared the living crap out of me. I pushed him away, ripped my arm from his grasp and walked away. He would have followed me, but Mrs. Iron-Fang pulled him aside. That wasn’t good. She was vice-principal; I swear she practically ran the damn school. No one’s see the principal in ages, they say she ate him. Literally. I made my way back to the table and sat down with a huff. Matthew noticed I was pissed about something and tried to help me relax. He’d find out soon enough why. He massaged my shoulders and I let my head hit the table. “What’s up with you Kayla?” Jasper asked. “Yeah, you look a bit… pissed. Did they run out of that synthetic crap already?” B asked. “No. I just fucking hate Isaac.” Okay, so that was exaggeration and lost blood talking, but still. I drank my blood and enjoyed Matthews massage

while I could. I leaned against him and let him encircle me with his arms. He was warm (to me) and comfortable, he smelt like forest rain water and tasted of blood. Yum. Okay, so that doesn’t sound like that most wonderful thing in the world, but if you wrap it all together, Matthew really makes it work. He kissed my cheek tenderly “It’ll all be fine Kayla. I promise I will protect you as much as I can.” He kissed my temple and took in a deep breathe. “I love you Kayla.” And with that, I knew this had to end. But… I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t love him, but… “You’re a good Guardian Matthew, thank you, for everything you’ve done for me. I really am grateful.” “I am doing my duty to the one I have pledged my soul to. I am your Guardian, and one day I will be your king of the guard. I will do whatever you wish, whenever you desire it done. I am yours Kayla; believe in me enough to believe that.” I turned enough to kiss him. There are different kinds of love. I’ve always known that. But… I was still fuzzy on the love Matthew felt for me. But I knew one thing for sure. I loved him the same way. Maybe. “Thank you Matthew. You’ll make a fine king of the guard, I know it.” he ginned massively at me and kissed me. It was a happy gleeful kiss. “Thank you Princess Kayla. Thank you Love.” He held me against him tightly and murmured sweet nothing sin my ear. But the other thing… I totally needed to find out what the hell ‘king of the guard’ was.

Scars of a Lover Chapter Four

Being a Vampire Chapter Four Part One Love… Hate

The day had been crap after lunch. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I was too concerned about tonight. Dinner was boring. I was depressed, or at least that’s how they guys saw it. They thought putting a lizard in my bra would lighten me up. Yeah that was not a good way to make me happy. I’m proud to say I hit Jasper so hard he went through the west wall. When Mrs. Iron-Fang showed up I explained and even offered to pay to have the wall fixed. She declined gracefully. Don’t ask me why.

Anyways. I forced two glasses of blood down my throat made a mad dash to the toilet and threw it all back up. Talk about crap timing right? About to go meet up with the love of my life in his private quarters and I just chucked my guts up. Great. That was going to taste yummy now wasn’t it? I ordered another glass of blood. No use. That came up too. Damn. Matthew was insisting I go to the infirmary. I insisted he shut up and eat while he still could. He sat, he ate. Good boy. At 8:30 I walked Nikita to school. When I got to my room, I brushed my hair, changed out of my uniform and into something a little more… daring. Short shorts and a thin tank-top felt good to me. I grabbed my emergency messenger bag and headed off. Don’t ask what’s in the bag and why because you really don’t want to know. I locked the door behind me and headed off. This was going to suck. Major.

When I got to Isaacs I had the sudden urge to turn tail and run. Maybe I would go to the infirmary after all. I was feeling queasy again. Shit. I mustered up all the strength I could and knocked on the door. Nothing. “Umm, Hello.” I knocked again. Nothing. I swear if that bastard has stood me up I’m going to… the door opened. Gentry was there, half naked, standing in my man’s doorway. “What the hell do you want?” “I’m here to see Isaac. He told me to meet him up here.” I stumbled around my words. Okay, I had to ask. “Are you sleeping with him?” okay, she’s in her undie’s. Her awesome Blue frilly undie’s I so want a pair of. Mental slap. “So what if I am? Are you going to tell on me Kayla?” I smile at her sweetly. Repressing the urge to smack her upside the head. “No. See unlike some people I know, I actually have this little thing called a soul. And along with that comes the decency to know Isaac can fuck whoever he wants.” “Isaac. So that’s his name…” I rolled my eyes “Okay. Whatever, can you just tell me where he is?” “I don’t know. I’ve been waiting here for ages. Matt told me to come up here and fuck Professor Vein senseless. I wouldn’t usually do that for a boyfriend, but hey, he’s fucking you right now anyway right?” I froze. “Wait, Matthew told you to come up here and fuck my sire? And you’re dating someone like that? What the fuck is your problem?” “Don’t mock it till you try it.” I have tried Isaac. I added mentally. Well, great. “Sure. Whatever. Look, if he shows up tell him I swung by and that he can go fuck himself, or better, go fuck you from now on.” I turned around and headed back to my room. Mother Fucker didn’t need me anymore. He had a fresh new piece of ass, why worry about me? Oh, that’s right, he didn’t. I felt hopeless. It was as if the world had been swept out from under me. That Bastard Didn’t Love me. He never did. I wasn’t sure if I was deluding myself or not, but it didn’t matter. It was how I felt.

There was a knock on my door. Reluctantly and a little afraid, I got to my feet. I grabbed a robe because I’d changed into my undie’s and crawled into bed the second I got back and seriously didn’t have the confidence right not to face someone borderline nude. Another hard succession o knocks. “I know you’re in there Kayla, open the damn door now!” Isaac bellowed. Easily said I had second thoughts about opening the door. After all, he could probably open the damn thing anyway, you know, having vampire strength and all. “Hold your horses” I called out. I tightened the robe that little bit more and opened it. And there he was, a picture of perfection staring down at me. I would have liked nothing more than for him to have taken me then and there. But it wouldn’t happen. I mustered up all the bravado I could and stood my ground. “What?” I asked. He stared at me for a moment longer, and then cupped the side of my face. I should have pulled away, but I didn’t. Damn me, but I didn’t. He whipped the mascara from under my eyes. An affectionate movement that brought more tears to my eyes. I grabbed his hand mid motion. “Don’t. Don’t Isaac. I don’t think I can take it anymore. I can’t keep pretending and I know if you act like this I’ll fall apart. So please, just stop it.” He pulled his hand away, and I was thankful. I turned to close the door, but it wouldn’t close. I had to turn back to see Isaac’s foot poking through the door. Damn him. He pushed it open, careful not to hit me and entered my room. I would have screamed bloody murder if it would just get him to leave, but it could have been a failed attempt. “We need to talk about this Kayla and you know it. We’ve put this conversation off for long enough, its time to grow up.” “Said the man ignoring my existence while getting it on with that fugly little bitch; Gentry. Of coarse none of that matters because I’m being immature. At least I’m not being one hell of a pathetic excuse for a man. Jesus Christ Isaac, I’m sick of you making me feel like a three year old!” but then again, I couldn’t blame him. I’d been acting like one. “...Listen, just leave okay? Please.” “Not until you tell me how you really feel about me.” If it had of been a different time, in a different setting I probably would have laughed at him. ‘How girly do you get?’ I’d say. But, at the moment it wasn’t funny. He wanted to know. “Does it matter?” I asked. “Nothing I say means anything to you anyway, why would this.” He pulled me towards him so our boys were perfectly aligned. “Kayla, you know that’s not true.” He kissed my forehead. “You’ll always matter to me.” and just like that, everything melted into a swirl of bodies and bedspreads. Not that we actually got as far as the bed. And besides, I had more respect for my little sister than that. But we did borrow a spare blanket. Isaac was a very considerate partner. His Body entwined with mine in such a delicate act as we found our way to ecstasy was heaven. We spent the day exploring one another’s bodies. The feel of him inside me as we moaned together in an undeniable heated passion, it was more than any two people should be aloud to share. And yet I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more and so did he. Every time was like the first time, the first touch, the first caress.

When I woke in the morning, Isaac was already gone. Instead I found Nikita sleeping next to me. Good thing I wasn’t planning a wake up kiss. I couldn’t help the crushing loneliness that sunk into my heart after the realization. He didn’t even leave me a note. Maybe last night had meant nothing to him after all. Well, if it didn’t mean anything to him, then it didn’t mean anything to me. I could still feel his fingers on my body, ever kiss, every stroke… it was all too real. The first thing I noticed when I sat up straight was the mediate urge to lay back down, I was so damn tired. The fact I’d only gotten two hours sleep after having wild monkey sex with the vampire of my dreams probably hadn’t helped. Just thinking about Isaac made me miss him. Curses. I got out of bed, careful not to wake Nikita and slipped into the bathroom. I showered, dressed, caked my face in makeup and headed for the door. Just because I don’t mean anything to Isaac doesn’t mean I should feel any worse about myself. I scolded myself inwardly. No need to dwell on the happenings of last night. I opened the door and did the same thing I had done my first morning at SA. I ran head first in to a very solid, very real chest. I looked up to find Isaac grinning down at me. Holy Marcel! “Umm… Evening, Professor Vein.” I mumbled. Lame I know, you don’t have to tell me twice. “Evening Princess” I stood there awkwardly for a moment. “Umm… we better get to class, don’t want to be late.” I closed the door behind me and slammed into Isaac again. I groaned inwardly. God damn it, why did I have to keep doing that. He chuckled lightly and pulled me away. “As much as I love being close to you Princess, We should be getting to class.” I stared in awe. Did he just say he ‘love’s being close’ to me? I wanted to jump up and down screaming bloody Mary. He loved it! Okay, I was getting a little too excited. Breathe Kayla, breathe girl. “Umm, yeah. Let’s get going.” He held out his arm for me and I smiled. I took his arm and off we went. Me and my sire, me and my lover. “So, what assignment didn’t I hand in? I could have sworn I got my Romeo and Juliet Assignment in on time, I mean I don’t even think—” “There was no assignment.” I looked at him. “But you said—” “I know what I said. But do you honestly think there was another way I could get you to come to my room? I think not.” He… he wanted me in his room? Guh! I felt myself blush, if I could blush. Can vampires blush? “You’re blushing.” Isaac commented. Well, I guess that answers my question. “Yeah well. I-I guess I just thought you didn’t like me anymore. Especially after the whole Matthew thing, I mean Princes Kensington. I was just trying to…” “Trying to what?” I took in a deep breathe and forced myself to come clean. He was going to find out eventually right? “I was trying to make you jealous. It was a totally failed attempt though. I’ll have to tell Matthew his Knightly duties can stop now. Bonded or not, he still—”

“Excuse me? Bonded?” “Oh, I didn’t tell you about that did I?” “No. You didn’t.” “Well, it’s not like you were ever actually there for me to tell you!” okay, offensive position. “I mean, I would have. But, but you weren’t there. And he was just trying to look out for me. He just wants to protect me. It was really sweet of him. He wants to be my ‘king of the guard’ and have the rights to protect me. By the way, what is the king of the guard?” I asked. Isaac expression had turned guarded and neutral. Like the first time I’d met him. He scared me. There was this angry glint in his eyes I knew a little too well. I wanted to let go of his arm and take a few safety steps away. But I didn’t. I was stronger than that. “The king of the guard is a position reserved for only those worthy of the position. He is the strongest and bravest of our race. He is commander of the royal army, and more importantly, your personal guard, along with your sire.” He took in a deep shuddering breathe. Wow. He… he was nervous. “The last queen was exposed having an affair with her ‘King of the guard’. Her sire never knew… and a few months later, he killed the king of the guard, and him self.” I stopped in my tracks. Was he worried that was going to happen? I turned to him, his hand ruff and manly in mine. “Isaac. I’d never ever do anything like that. I mean, Matthews a sweet guy sure. But it’s not him I want. Isaac I-I love you. I couldn’t do something like that to you.” I reached up and kissed him. “I love you. No one else on this planet will ever compare to you.” I smiled to myself “There’s a million fish in the sea, but there’s only one you Isaac. I don’t want—” he put his finger to my lips and smiled. “I think I understand.” I kissed him again; a slow romantic kiss. I wanted him to know I loved him, not some guy I’ve known for little more than a few weeks. He was a man, a big strong manly man, my big strong manly man. I loved him, God help me but I loved him. He was… I think you get the point. I loved him like no other. And that was good enough for me. Even if he didn’t feel the same way… even if I was just his property.

Being a Vampire Chapter Four Part Two Detention Can Be Fun

Class was class as always. Nothing exceedingly exciting, nothing too boring either I guess. In English I spent the time watching Isaac’s glorious ass move around in front of the whiteboard. I don’t even think I realized what he was talking about until he turned around. And then I was stuck with his groin instead of his luscious behind. Not that that was a bad view or anything. I just loved his ass. It was literally, beautiful! The memory of digging my nails into his behind as he pounded me senseless… It made me shiver in places I never knew I could shiver before. “High Princess Kayla is there a problem?” I looked up to see Isaac looking down at me. “No Professor Vein, no problem at all.” I smiled at him and batted my eyelashes a little. Two can play the student teacher game. “Good then perhaps you can enlighten us.” shit. “I’m sorry professor, but enlighten you to what exactly?” He shook his head and frowned. “See me after class Princess; it’s obvious you’re not paying attention in my classes.” Well, maybe if you wore less tempting pants I would be able to concentrate. But then again I wasn’t going to say that in the middle of class. “Well maybe if your classes were more interesting I might actually be able to pay attention. It’s not my fault I’m bored stiff.” All the girls gasped and literally everyone in the class stared at me. Even Isaac looked a little taken back. ‘Come on baby, take the bait.’ A small smile spread across His lips when he realized what I was doing. “That’s a week’s detention.” He said. Yes! I smiled and laughed at him. “Oh I’m so scared. What are you going to do? Make me write a ten paged paper on how crappy your class is?” “That’s two weeks.” “Or would it be on all the other places I’d rather be? Drilling a whole through my hand, pounding my scull against the side walk—” “ONE MONTHS DETENTION!!!” he growled at me. I had the common sense to look a little frightened. The glare he gave me would have sent shivers down anyone’s spine. Maybe I’d gone a little far. He put his hands on the sides of my desk and leaned forward. “Would you like to try for two?” he asked his voice as low as a whisper. “Sure.” My voice shook a little. I swallowed hard and leaned back in my chair. “Why not, you don’t scare me.” I tried to sound as strong as I could. “You just don’t stop do you?” he straightened and sighed. “Very well Princess, two months.” The bell went and the class filed out. I waited in my seat. When the last person left Isaac closed the door. I smiled and got out of my seat. “So, we have two months worth of detention to do whatever we want. Sounds like a damn good way to do it if you ask me.” I walked up to him and kissed those big juicy lips. He chuckled and pulled away. “Its still detention and I take my classes very seriously.” He sat down at his desk and started rummaging through the draws. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Its detention, and therefore” he pulled out a long length of rope, blindfold and a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs. “I need to punish you.” I looked at him. His eyes were glowing with lust. I walked over to him and straddled his lap.

“I think I can deal with that.” I said. He chuckled and stroked his hands tortuously up my legs. His finger tips slipped under my skirt and skimmed my thigh just before the sweet spot. I moaned in protest. He chuckled and kissed my knee. “Its punishment, not pleasure today.” He put the stuff away again and kissed my lips lightly. “But I will have a class arriving shortly. I’m off period four, I’ll write you a note to excuse you from class.” I smiled and nodded. “I guess bad little girls deserve to be punished,” I snaked my arms around his neck and put my index finger on his lips. “Making me wait is torture enough on its own.” He chuckled and gave me one slow stroke of his fingers I moaned and arched against him. How could one man give me such pleasure from one touch? “Oh God! You’re too good at that.” He took his hand away as he laughed. “Would you prefer me to be bad?” he asked. “It wouldn’t matter to me. I’d still want you.” And as I said it, I knew it was true. And then Isaac froze. His face got angry and he cursed in a different language. I’d be fucked if I knew what language it was. “My class is coming.” I jumped off the desk and made sure I was all tucked in. “Whatever Professor, you can’t do jack shit about my mood swings and you god damn better know it.” “Princess talk out of term again and I’ll have you suspended!” well, at least he could pick up the ball pretty well. I opened the door just as a few students started filing in. “do what you want. Any other school would beg to have me and you know it. Punish me all you like, it’s not going to change anything.” I turned tail and ran off. I was enjoying this way too much.

The rest of the day went by so damn slowly it wasn’t funny. The only good part was lunch. I was practically jumping up and down in my chair. Matthew leaned over and kissed my cheek then asked me why I as so excited. “I have detention.” “Why?” he asked, the idea of his perfect queen getting detention literally ground his cheese. He was grounding his teeth so damn hard I thought they were going to explode. I faced him and smiled. “Because I’m a bad, bad girl who needs to be punished.” I got a couple hoots and wolf whistles from the guys and I couldn’t help but laugh. I leaned in closer; his cold breath tickled my face. “You want to help punish me?” his breathing caught and I got even more wolf whistles and hoots. I smiled and kissed him lightly. I leaned loser to his ear and kissed the small hollow space below. “I’m back with Isaac” I whispered. He was quiet for a moment and then pulled me into a tight hug, close against his chest. He kissed my cheek enthusiastically and followed a path to my mouth. “I’m so happy for you.” He said. He couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice. I kissed him back, smiling myself. The guys all made cute little gagging noises and it made me laugh. We pulled away and Matthew pulled me

against his chest. I let my legs rest out across jaspers lap. A question was playing over in my mind, something Gentry had said and I needed to know the answer. “Matthew, why did you ask gentry to fuck professor Vein?” I asked. He leaned down and kissed my temple then whispered. “I wanted to know if he truly loved you. I’m sorry Kayla I never wanted you to find out. I knew if he slept with her then I couldn’t trust him and I would have to do everything in my power to keep him away from you. But he didn’t, he sent her away and threatened her with expulsion. ” He kissed my lips lightly and smiled. “He really does love you Kayla.” And then he was gone and I hit my head on the bench. “Fuck!” I said when I hit my head. “Where the fuck did you g—” and then I saw Isaac standing over the top of Matthew, pounding the crap out of him. I got up and ran to them. I screamed at them. “Get off him! GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!!!” I screamed at the top of my lung. And then he stopped. I could see the muscles in his arms straining to move forward. “Get up.” It wasn’t a question, it was an order. The room had gone dead quiet and everyone was staring at us. Oh great. He hesitated. “Get the fuck up!” I screamed at him. He did, he slowly pushed himself to his feet, still glaring down at Matthew and took in a deep shuddering breath. “If you ever put your hands on my woman ever again, I will kill you.” The absolute certainty in his voice scared me and half of the other people in the room, judging from the gasps and murmurs. Great. Okay, time to fix this. I walked towards the closest table and climbed it. I looked around the room and waited until all eyes were on me. “I’m sorry I have not explained this sooner and many of you are in the dark about what has been going on. Isaac is my sire; I believe that probably means more to a lot of you than it does to me.” I took in a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. “I’m still new at all this. I have no idea what I am anymore and that is one of the most frightening things I can ever imagine going through at this point. I’m not use to the idea of being a leader and honestly I don’t think I ever will be. A lot of you look to me for guidance and I’m starting to notice what a horrible job I’m doing.” I laughed a little to myself. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying. You deserve a lot from me and from now on there will be no secrets between me and my people.” I smiled and made eye contact with as many people as possible. The truth was, these were my people, and strangely, I really did feel like a neglectful mother standing up her. “As I said. Professor Vein,” I looked at him, and melted. “Isaac. He is my sire. And despite how much of a pain in the ass I am he loves me anyway.” I looked back to my people. “But now your all wondering what Matthew is, I mean, Prince Kensington. He is… he is in my favor for King of the guard.” A few students gasped and a shock wave of whispers started throughout the room. I smiled. “I will sit in his corner when it comes time for him to prove himself and I will support him, win or loose. Those of you who wish to prove yourselves will look to him for guidance. He is my Guardian and Favored Warrior. He has pledged himself to me as I imagine others would wish too. I love him very much,” I glanced around the room at all my fellow class members, all my people and smiled. They were my people whether I liked it or not. And at the

moment, I did like it “I love him the way I love all of you.” I took in a deep breath. “I… I am sorry I have kept so much from all of you. If anyone wishes to ask anything of me you are all more than welcome. I won’t keep secrets from you anymore. Hell, maybe I’ll even start up an internet blog of what’s going on in my life.” I got a few chuckles, but I got the impression some people didn’t even know hat internet was. Human inventions as Isaac would call it didn’t seem to be popular among the dead. “I’ll let you all get back to your lunch. Thank you everyone, and I’m sorry.” For a moment I thought they were all going to start clapping, but instead people started getting down on hands and knees. Within a few minute everyone in the room was down. “We pledge to you our loyalty and undying servitude, as our Princess and our future Queen. Our bodies and souls are laid at your feet for your approval; our loyalty to the queen will never falter. Our Love for our Queen shall never die. In body, spirit and mind we trust, in Princess Kayla, future Queen we trust.” I was speechless and I felt the tears sting at my eyes. They all started to stand, their smiles reflecting my own. “I will not fail you.” I promised. “Please, go on with your lunch, I’ve taken up enough of your time already.” I got off of the table and people strangely did as I asked. There was such an excitement over what had just happened, it made me smile. “Jasper, B. Help me take Matthew to the infirmary, will you.” They nodded at me and bowed, fist over heart full bend at the waist. I was beginning to see that the bowing really wasn’t so horrible. “Anything for our future queen,” Jasper said. “Anything” B agreed. I placed my hands on their shoulders and smiled as they came up to look me in the eyes. “Thank you.” They nodded and helped Matthew up. And me, I bit the bullet and walked over to Isaac. He was beaming with pride. His little creation. I really as just property to him wasn’t I? “You were wonderful my lover.” He said and he pulled me into a tight bear hug. “You are magnificent.” I pulled away reluctantly and looked into his eyes. “Why did you do that Isaac? I wasn’t with him, I told you that. If you had of had the decency to listen you would have realized he just told me he was happy we were back together because you’re an honorable man.” I looked him over and couldn’t help the sadness I felt. “Maybe he spoke too soon.” I turned to walk away, but he stopped me. His arms came around my shoulders and he pulled me against himself. His body felt huge and protective behind me. “Kayla… I… I’m so—” “Save your apology’s for Matthew. He’s the one you should be sorry too, not me.” I turned around in his arms. I put my arms on his chest and stared into his eyes. “Isaac. I need you to know I love you and only you. That’s never going to change for me. Even if Hugh Jackmen him self walked through the door and confessed undying love to me I wouldn’t even bat an eye lash. I don’t love anyone else Isaac, I don’t want to be with anyone else but you.” He leaned down to kiss my lips. I deflected and turned, his lips kissed my cheek. He pulled away and stared at me in question. “But until you figure that out, and decide between me and your jealousy…” I pulled myself away from him and out of his arms. “I don’t think I can be with you.”

I left and for the first time since I’ve been here I felt completely alone. I felt left alone and isolated from the one thing on God’s earth I truly loved. I wanted to run back to him and wrap my arms around him. But I didn’t. I held my head high, my posture strong and walked away to the infirmary. Matthew needed me now and I needed to be somewhere I could think clearly. When I got to the Infirmary Matthew looked worse than I expected. The ring Isaac wore on his right hand had had cut open his face like a cheese grater. He was more bloody and bruised than a fang banger after midnight. I didn’t run exactly, but I picked up pace and got quickly to his side. I crouched down beside him and took his scared hand. I couldn’t stop the tears the streamed down my face. “Oh God you idiot!” I screamed. But the thing was, I wasn’t screaming at Matthew and I wasn’t screaming because of Isaac. I was cursing myself. It was all my fault. This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t wanted to make Isaac jealous. This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t kissed him. Oh god! It was all my fault. I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. I didn’t move, I didn’t care. “Come now Princess, crying shall not help him. He’ll be right as rain by tomorrow night, I promise you.” Darious said. It helped a little, to know he wouldn’t suffer for long. “Is he hurting.” I asked. “What?” I whirled around to look at the over grown pretentious bastard. “IS HE HURTING!?!” I screamed. Okay, so I was being irrational. I didn’t care. “I’ve given him a small dose of lentus poison—” “Poison!?! But he—” “Its alright Princess. It’s a numbing agent found in non toxic basilisks. Their position numbs their pray until it’s completely paralyzed. It can’t feel or move but it doesn’t kill you. Not in small doses at least.” He grinned at me. “He won’t suffer in the least, I promise you princess.” I nodded and let that fact comfort me. He would be okay. He would heal fine. “Will he scar?” I asked. “I’m afraid he very well may scar indeed. It will depend on how the skin heals over. I’m afraid it’s too early to tell.” I nodded again. ‘He’s going to be okay, he’s going to be okay… its okay’ I chanted to myself. “Princess, have you been feeling okay?” he asked me. “I’m fine.” “You look slimmer, and pasty. Even for our kind you do not seem healthy. Have you been drinking enough?” he asked. “I…” and then I remembered. I haven’t had a drink all day, the last time I drank was yesterday, and it just came up. I couldn’t keep it down. “I cant. I can’t keep it down.” “What do you mean?” He asked. “When I drink it, I feel sick and throw it back up.” I explained. “Impossible.” “Apparently not, look. I feel fine; if I get light headed again I’ll come back. Promise.” I looked down at Matthew. He was so still, so lifeless. He looked almost dead, the blood and gashes on his face morphed him into something from a bad macabre horror scene. I leaned down and kissed Matthews cheek. He stirred and I jumped back, gasping in my shock. “JESUS

CHRIST!” I yelped. Darious grabbed my shoulders and held me in place. Matthew settled quickly, the way a balloon would suddenly deflate and become lifeless, before turning back to being as stiff as a bored. “Oh God! What the hell was that!?” I asked. “Are you Pledged?” he asked. “Well, yeah. He’s my guardian. Why does that matter?” I asked. “He was able to take control of his body; he drew strength from your touch. You are very strongly bonded. Once again young Princess, you have surprised me. You are surrounded by some very strong magic’s.” “Oh great. So don’t just have to deal with being a vampire I have to deal with magic and energy draining too? Mother F—” “Princess! That is not decent language for a member of royalty.” “How would you know? Are you royalty?” “Well no I—” “Then don’t tell me what’s appropriate for me and what’s not!” I ripped away from him and left. I didn’t want to stick around there and take on information I just couldn’t handle. I headed to Isaacs room. I had detention, I didn’t know what we’d be doing, but I had to do what I had to do.

Being a Vampire Chapter Four Part Three Faults of the Queen

When I reached Isaacs room… I just couldn’t do it. His door was less that a meter if front of me and no doubt Isaac was on the other side of it. But I couldn’t do it; I couldn’t go in there and pretend everything was okay. I couldn’t face him after what had happened between us. I needed things to be right between us first. If I went in there we’d have sex… I didn’t want that. For the first time in my life I didn’t want it. I didn’t want it like this, when things were still so horrible between us. Besides, skipping detention was normal for me. I use to do it all the time. What was one more missed punishment? No skin off my nose. I turned around and headed outside. It was the last block of the day and everyone was in class. I didn’t feel like going back to class, I didn’t feel like going back to my room and I really didn’t feel like seeing Isaac. I trolled the campus for a while, taking in the depressing gothic architecture and the strange feeling that surrounded the Academy gates. I had never liked this school, not for one minute. And with every step I took I hated it more and more. The wind whistled through the trees in a way the felt both serial and unnatural. The ground crunched beneath my heels and the moon hid behind curtains of white cloud. I reached the opening gates and looked out on that wide stretch of dirt road leading back into civilization. It had been my home once… and now… now I had no idea where my home was. All I knew was that this wasn’t it. This wasn’t my home no matter how much anyone would try to make it so. Isaac may love me and there was no doubt in my mind that I loved him in return. They say that home is where the heart is, and my heart would always be with him… but still, this wasn’t where I belonged. I didn’t know where I belonged; all I knew was that it wasn’t here. Something about this place made me nervous. With a sigh I turned around and headed back to the canteen. I really needed something to drink and I knew it would make the doc happy if he saw me drinking something red and yummy. Besides, if I chucked it up in front of him at least I’d prove my point right? The buildings were still all but abandoned even after I’d gotten the blood from the canteen and headed towards the infirmary. I’d grabbed an extra two bottles. One for me, one for the doc, and one for Matthew… just in case. I didn’t want him going without food, or not having it there when he woke. I’d feel bad. It was my fault, what had happened to him I mean. If I hadn’t… if I had done something differently, maybe even just… I don’t know. I opened the infirmary door and walked my boney ass over to Matthew side. I wanted to take his hand in mine, but I was worried. I was worried I may give him too much of my strength and make it all more painful for him. I didn’t want him to suffer because of me.

The brief two hours I’d been away from him had shown a great difference. I could visibly see the skin pulling together and attempting to knit itself back together. I poked around in the big hospital look alike room until I came up with a rag. I wet it and washed some of the dried blood from Matthews face. He might still be healing but he didn’t need to look like complete and total utter shit while he did it. I cleaned away the dried blood as best as I possibly could and already the difference was drastic. He was looking less scary now and not so horror-movie-death-match-survivor like. But then I noticed the way his skin was healing and it broke my heart. They weren’t shallow scabs, it was scar tissue. If you ever have large enough gashes frequent enough you’ll eventually figure out the difference between scar worthy cuts and shallow ones that would heal. With time, some of the smaller ones would probably fade… but not the ones on his left cheek and probably not the one just above that running across his eye. They would last. I wanted to cry, to burst out into tears and scream out his pain for him. But I had to be strong, I was a princess, future queen at that and I could not cry. I would spend the rest of my life making this up to Matthew. I would do everything in my power to help make his life easier for him. He would never go wanting and he would never be without. I would make his life perfect; I would give him back the life my actions had taken away. Every day he would have to look in the mirror and see this, every day he’d be reminded of what I had caused to happen to him. And every day, every day he would hate me more and more. I couldn’t help the tears that streamed steadily down my face. Silent testimonies to the loss of his beauty. I loved him… I truly did. It wasn’t the same as what I felt for Isaac and I didn’t want him in the same way. But I loved him. And I had to remember what my love had done to him. It had destroyed his beauty… and for a vampire, beauty seemed to be one of the only things that counted. A heavy hand came to rest on my shoulder, but I made no attempt to move. There was no point; there was not point in caring who was next to me. I didn’t deserve the rights to care. I was a worthless vampire, a worthless lowly creature that deserved a far worse fate than detention. I deserved death… no, no I deserved torture. Death was too simple, too easy and kind for on such as me. To die now would be a blessing, not a punishment. “He will need you beside him when you return to classes, he will need to borrow your strength.” Isaac voice flooded my ears and for a moment there was nothing but the relief that he was by my side. “I owe this Noble an apology in the least; he is well within his rights to kill me if he sees fit as punishment for my actions. If that happens, I shall accept the punishment fully.” I couldn’t process what I was hearing. Was he telling me… goodbye? “No. No he won’t do that to you.” “He is a Noble Kayla, he will be expected—” “He wont do it because I’ll order him not to. He is my subject and my bonded and he will never lay a finger on my sire.” I said. “No one will. Not unless they like the idea of a very slow painful death involving things unspeakable in polite conversation. Its easier than you’d think to scar someone’s mind…” I took in a deep breath and straightened in my chair. “But I owe him anything else he could possibly desire. This is my fault, I cant escape that.”

“Kayla I—” “No Isaac. You may have been the one throwing punches but it was my fault. And now, think of his reputation. I favor him to be King of the guard and a fledgling teacher kicks the crap out of him. Not to mention the nice little scars forming all over his once perfect face…” I took in a deep, shuddering breath and tried not to hit something. “He will NEVER go wanting. That is my wish.” Isaac was silent for a moment. “As my Lady wishes, so shall it be.” His arms slid across my shoulders and he hugged me from behind the chair. I turned my face towards his and kissed his cheek before resting my forehead against his temple. “I’m sorry I said those things Isaac. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I guess it was the power trip or maybe—” He hushed me and ran his hands along my upped arms. “You spoke from the heart at a time of hurting. What you said was true; I need to remember who I am and who you are. We are not like others who have come before us, and even if we were… I trust you would tell me how you were feeling before anything actually happened we could not reverse.” He turned to me and kissed my lips. It was a long smooth, loving kiss that melted my body, soul and mind all in one. In that moment I was his and for the first time since I’d been here I knew that he was truly mine. “I love you Kayla, I am yours. I’ll always be yours.” And that was the end of it for me. I was his to do with as he wished, and that’s exactly what he did. He scooped me up into his arms and took me to his chamber. I did have detention after all, and of course, I was to be thoroughly punished. Isaac tied me to the bed. His rope constricting my legs to the bed posts as my hands were chained together above my head with his very hot, very sexy pink fuzzy handcuffs. I was nervous. I’d never done anything like this before. I’d been raped, cut and burned with cigarettes before… but never tied down. It was… scary. It was an absolute surrender. Isaac was completely naked as he tightened my restraints. It was one of my few requests. I mean, if I had to be uncomfortable for his pleasure he could damn well do the same for me. Plus, this way I could watch his body. Each of his glorious muscles flexing as he played with the restraints and of course, his rock hard member standing at attention just for me. His body is a glow in the subtle candle light, his face clouded in shadows. He looks powerful and mysterious standing at the end of his bed. He leans forward into the light to show me his face and smiles, a feral toothy smile unknown to my Isaac. He strokes a hand down my leg and kisses my foot lightly. “You have no idea how beautiful you look in the candle light.” I hear him say. My body quivers with excitement. Oh God! How can he be so God damn sexy!? He chuckles at my delicate form. His fingers trail up my thigh, inches from the most private part of me. “So beautiful…” he whispers. And then I felt the light snip of pain at my thigh. I jumped and looked down at that spot. He’d cut me, it wasn’t a big cut, just deep enough for it to bleed. He crawled between my legs, his eyes locked with mine. I could feel

my body temperature rising with every passing second. He licked away the line of dripping blood running down my thigh slowly and made me entire body convulse. I moaned with the feel of his between my legs, his tongue hot and heavy against my thigh. I felt my skin crawl with excitement. The sheer feel of helpless ness, of belonging completely to Isaac, giving myself over to him and knowing there was nothing I’d have been able to do if I wanted to be freed. Not that I ever would. I was enjoying the feel of complete and total surrender. The door burst open with a booming crack that left the door in not but shambles. I gasped at the noise, yet Isaac barely seemed to notice. Great. Why is it whenever sex is involved a man’s mind goes completely blank? “YOU GRINGALET INDIGNE!!!!” I heard someone growl furiously for the doorway, just before Isaac was ripped for my body and sent flying. I screamed, I didn’t mean to, it just kind of came out. I glanced towards the doorway but all I could see was two shadows, one much larger than the other. I assumed the larger, crumpled shadow was Isaac, well; I did until the crumpled mess got its ass kicked. I was screaming and crying as I watch two figures in the dark fighting, not knowing whom was winning and whom was left to die… but worst of all, I wasn’t even sure whom I was crying for. “STOP!!! GOD, STOP IT!!!” I screamed, though it did me little good. Neither shape seemed to even notice let alone bat an eye lash in my direction. The helplessness now dawned on me, a feeling that was loved, and much welcomed was now the most torturous thing I could ever imagine. The smaller shadow seemed to have won with a single last punch that sent the large shadow toppling back, a dark fluid sent flying through the air. Even in the dimly lit room I’d know that color… I’d know that smell. The dark rich smell… of blood.

Being a Vampire Chapter Four Part Four Playing Nurse I sat there, too shocked or too… something to even recall my own name. There was no more screaming, nor tears tonight, only truth. And the second I learnt who was who… many things would change. I could only hope that no one would die. The smaller shadow was still breathing heavily, his body convulsing with anger. He was vampire, but what kind of vampire? If that crumpled mess across the floor was Isaac… then the vampire would have had to have been very strong and incredibly angry. Most likely, a Nobel… and there was only one Nobel I knew who would want Isaac dead. “Untie me.” It wasn’t a request. A few seconds later, the convulsing form seemed to soften. He shook away his anger; the way animals shake away water and walked towards the bed. But more notably, he walked into the light. I made no sound, for shock had stolen my voice. There stood Matthew. The same, and yet different from whom he was before. Matthew’s beauty was shredded away in a mask of horrible white scars, like the ones that adorned my own body. He stared at my body, those white scars we shared. The look in his eyes was enough to make me cry. He was still my favored King of the Guard; nothing had changed in my eyes. If I could have moved, I would have held him in my arms. Naked or not. He moved to untie me as I saw a single red tear streak down his face. He started with my feet and worked his way up, slowly, gently… almost as gently as Isaac had been. I felt my own red tear drops fall softly on the pillow case. He paid them no mind. All thoughts of anger and hatred had been forgotten as the last restraint was untied. I sat upright and rubbed at the red lines upon my arms. The ropes had started to chaff along my wrists. “Matthew…” I was almost lost for words. What matter of comfort could I give him? But more importantly, what matter of comfort did he deserve? I shook my head and went to tend Isaac. “Please, fetch the doctor.” When he didn’t move I turned back to him and stared into his clear blue eyes. “I’m not asking. That’s an order.” His fists tightened into balls, I could see his veins beneath the skin. “Remember your Oath, Matthew.” was all I could say before turning my full attention to Isaac. “How can you touch that pig, even after everything he’s done?” Matthew asked, the acid soaked his words. I smiled lightly to myself, despite his tone. “It’s the same reason why I can forgive you for doing this to him now. It’s because I love him.” Just hearing my self say it gave my smile meaning. I

did love him, more than anyone could possibly know. I love Matthew as well, but not in the same way. I saw Isaac as a man, my man. And Matthew, he was a very close, trusted friend. “Please Matthew, alert the attending physician to our needs. I’d prefer it if Isaac didn’t die.” I had no real fear of that, Isaac wouldn’t die, he could. Its not like he was immortal… well, he was. But more than that, the thought of him no longer being around was… incomprehensible. I couldn’t even process the thought. Matthew bowed at the waist, his fist over his heart and made me smile ruefully. “Whatever my queen wish’s shall be done.” He looked at me then, a hollow expressionless ness in his features I’d never seen before. This was my fault. I had ruined his life… I would have to live with that for as long as I lived. “Thank you Matthew.” The words came out at barely a whisper. He nodded and left, ignoring the small red droplet that ran down my cheek. How could I eve fix this? I had caused more problems than solved, I had ruined one life already… how many more would I have to ruin I my rein? Would it ever stop? Or would there always be casualties? How could I do this… and not lose all sense of myself, all sense of sanity? I couldn’t. How could anyone? In all honesty, I already doubted the sanity of most humans… but what about vampires? Could any of them, could any of us be able to do such things? We’ve all heard the fairytales and the legends. Saying that vampires are nothing but evil blood sucking monsters… but are they, are we? All the teachers seem relatively cold towards the students I suppose, and most of the vampires all keep to themselves, or stay in close cliques. I seem to be an exception, well, somewhat. Even Isaac seems… closed off. He’d told me once that the older vampires get, the more they expected your obedience… would that really happen to all my subjects? All my friends? Its like having a school full of outsiders, some make the effort and form small groups, others… don’t. If this was to be my world, I was going to make some serious changes. Darious and Matthew returned shortly after. Darious checked his vitals and whatnot while Matthew found me something to wear. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, and everyone in the room had already seen me naked, or at least pretty close. Darious told me Isaac would be fine, but I had had no doubt of that to begin with. Isaac couldn’t be hurt, not permanently at least. He was my sire, and to take away his life… it was like taking away my own. I knew Isaac and I would die one day, and most likely, he would die first. Not just because he was older, but because he was only a vampire, the protector class. Our time would be cut short whether he died right now or not. I would have to cherish that time while I could… I followed Darious and Matthew as they carried Isaac to the infirmary. It felt almost like a funeral, when they carry out the bodies and everyone around the body cries. My brave warrior in shambles. I would forgive him with ease; there was no doubt in my mind of that. But Isaac… I doubted he would forgive himself. Darious spent three hours patching up Isaac. If nothing else, it was a testimony to the strength Matthew could have. And I supposed, in a way, the two of them were at this point, even. If Isaac was left unscarred, there would be no way to make things between them even… but I had made a promise to

the both of them. Matthew was strong, he would make a fine king of the guard I was sure. And Isaac was my sire, I loved the bastard. As much as I hated it, I did. Matthew stood beside me as I sat in the uncomfortable plastic beside chair. Isaac rested, not peacefully but at least quietly. He was in recovery; that was the only way to describe it. The peace and innocence of sleep seemed too childish for one such as Isaac. It was almost as if he was still guarded, always ready to attack… even in his sleep. I sat there for three days; Matthew never left my side, even for a second. I’d leave at 8:30 every morning to take Nikita to school, but there than that, I never left his side. Darious forced me to drink the blood; even when I felt so full that I thought I may even burst, he still insisted I keep up my strength. Darious concluded that it was probably harder for me to drink as much because my body was unused to taking in energy this way. The blood didn’t technically go to my stomach. It was absorbed into my blood stream. Royal vampires as well as nobles and apparently made vampires were unable to produce their own blood. That’s why they drink blood. After all, how can you live forever after you’ve already technically died, without some kind of life source? I mean, I didn’t even know if I had a soul anymore. Not that I had much of one to begin with. After everything that has happened in my short but exceedingly pathetic life there was one thing I was almost certain of. I was going to make a horrible queen. What kind of queen had no soul? What kind of queen could let this kind of insubordanence continue between supposedly the two people in the world most dedicated to me would try to kill one another. Even after knowing how much it would hurt me. How much it has hurt me. It wasn’t until the fourth day did Isaac finally open his eyes. i wanted to launch forward to his side immediately. But I didn’t. I kept my cool and moved slowly to his side. “Kayla” he whispered tenderly. The word heavy with sleep and feeling. I took his hand lightly, entangling our fingers together and pressed my lips to his forehead. The dried blood returning to liquid under the moisture of my lips. “I’m here.” He smiled softly and closed his eyes briefly. “I thought I’d never see you again.” He admitted. “A sire should be strong enough to protect his queen. Most would have me disposed of for my weakness. I hoped to at least see you once before my execution, just to tell you goodbye.” I shushed him lightly and stroked from his cheek to his temple lightly. “Stupid. I’m just happy your still alive.” He smiled and his eyes looked at me with nothing less than adoration. I kissed his lips lightly; I doubted he had enough energy for anything more and smiled. “Maybe you should lock the door next time.” He chuckled and coughed hoarsely from the movement. I helped him into a sitting position and handed him one of the bottles of blood. It would have wounded his pride had I tried to force feed him through a straw. I looked over my shoulder at Matthew who remained watching us unmoving. There was no emotion on his face, just a silent judgment. I hated that he could do that. How he could be in the wrong and some how still judge me. “How long had it been?” Isaac asked.

“Four days.” I said simply. “Darious has informed the school of your… absence. Mr. Carrion has been taking your classes and is happy to do so until you are feeling better.” “Is he now?” Isaac muttered, intrigued I believe. “Leon has never been such a giving person; it is strange to think he would be so ready to do this now.” “He was uncooperative at first, but when Darious accused him of being unloyal to you, and by extension me, he soon sang a different tune.” Isaac chuckled lightly again, I took it as a good sign when he didn’t start hacking his guts up. I turned to Matthew. “Matthew, please send word to the good doctor of Isaacs awakening.” He hesitated for a moment. Considering I had practically ignored him for three days I didn’t blame him. But it was an order, and hesitation be damned. He nodded, apparently coming to the same conclusion and left. Isaac huffed once. “I take it Matthew was not my attacker then.” “No, he was.” I said. Isaac looked at me incredulously. I’ll admit, it wasn’t like me to be so forgiving. “As far as I’m concerned the two of you are even now. If anything… transpires again, someone will be punished. I don’t like the idea, but I don’t think I can live with playing nurse for the two of you for the next few millennia. It would drive me insane.” Literally. Isaac gave me a short brief nod. He knew I wasn’t kidding. “Thank you Isaac.” His face softened slightly. “Anything for you, my princess.” I squeezed his hand and went to find a bowl of water and towel to clean his face. The dried blood was starting to make me hungry. I found what I was looking for and cleaned his face lovingly. The blood dripped from his face and soon the clear water turned a familiar crimson red. It wasn’t long before Matthew returned with Darious. I had to stop my cleaning while Darious gave Isaac a check up, testing his vitals and what not. Matthew resumed his silent judgment on the other side of the room as he leaned against the wall. Darious didn’t see any problem with Isaac. But he did want him to stay the night in the infirmary for observation. I understood that completely. And I would stay with him all the while. I doubted Matthew would leave the two of us alone, or more so, me alone. He was after all, my favor for king of the guard. He was one of my personal guards. And seeing as Isaac was incapacitated he was my only guard. Isaac went in and out of consciousness over the course of the day. It wasn’t until 8:30 that I had to leave. I left a note for Isaac incase he awakened. Matthew took my arm, the way men always seemed to do around here and escorted me to my dorm. Nikita was fully dressed and ready when we arrived. She gasped at Matthews’s appearance, I flinched and he winced. “Are you ready Nikita?” I asked. She nodded wordlessly and grabbed her bag. “Shall I accompany your majesty?” Matthew asked. “We need to make a pit stop first though. Do you know where Skye’s room is?” his brows furrowed, but he nodded. “Good. Please take me there.” He nodded again and offered me his arm. I took it and stretched out my hand for Nikita. “Come on honey, we don’t want to be late.” She swallowed, still eyeing Matthew cautiously and took my hand.

“You have nothing to fear youngling. I will not hurt you.” Matthew said to Nikita. That didn’t stop the suspicion in her eyes. I could tell when I got home there were going to be a lot of questions. I didn’t blame her; I’d been anything but forward with her. Then again, how do you tell someone you’re a vampire queen and the reason you’ve been missing for four days is because your boyfriend/sire just got his ass kicked by your favored king of the guard after my boyfriend/sire kicked the shit out of my favored king of the guard who is now permanently scared thanks to him. Answer: there’s no easy way. We made it to Sky’s room and I knocked on the door. A tall handsome vampire opened the door. His hair dripping wet and not but a towel cover his most intimate of parts. He smiled down at me, his sharp canines just protruding over his lips. “Princess, how kind of you to visit me. And here I was thinking you were avoiding me.” I smiled at him and folded my arms across my chest, effectively shaking off both Nikita and Matthew. “Now why would I avoid a good looking vampire like your self Sky?” he chuckled lightly. “I take it you didn’t come just to stroke my ego.” He said. “No. Actually, I’ve come to ask a favor of you.” His smile never faltered, but his eyes tightened slightly, showing his comprehension. “Anything for my future queen he said. What can I do for you?” “You wouldn’t happen to own a hoodie? A big baggy one preferably.” “Sure thing, you need to borrow it?” he asked. I nodded. “Yeah.” I stole a glance at Matthew, his scars no longer fresh and pink on his face seemed jagged and uneven. Humans could put up with a lot, but such a damaged beauty… I think now. Besides, the hoodie was as much for his protection as theirs. The sun was horrible this time of day, and I would prefer it if he didn’t break down when people screamed in shock. “I’ll be right back.” he disappeared from the door way for a moment and returned with a deep purple hoodie. “Here you go.” He said as he handed it to me. I smiled up at him gratefully. “Thanks Sky, I owe you one, seriously.” He grinned in return. “Then maybe we can pick up with the massage some time.” I smiled at him. “I think I’d like that. I’ll return the hoodie in about an hour okay?” “Sure thing Princess. I’ll count the seconds.” I laughed slightly. It was the same thing Matthew had said during our first meeting. I nodded reassuringly. “Until then,” he didn’t bow like I expected him to. He took my hand and kissed it. I blushed lightly and took back my hand. Nikita grabbed it instinctively and I smiled. He closed the door behind him and I handed the hoodie to Matthew. “Put it on.” He did. He took my arm and we continued on to Nikita’s school. Uninterrupted.

Being a Vampire Chapter Four Part Five … By the time we got back it was very bright. It seemed we were going through a heat wave, wonderful. Matthew and I returned Sky’s hoodie and made a detour to the canteen to grab a few bottles of blood. And when I say a few, I mean 10 or so. Well, Isaac needed to keep up his strength, and Matthew and I needed to feed as well. By the time we returned to the Infirmary I found nothing had changed. Isaac was still asleep and my note remained unread. I scrunched it into my pocket and stroked Isaac’s forehead, finding it warmer than normal. I wet a wash cloth and let it rest across his forehead. I returned to cleaning the last of the dried blood from his face, and discovered a two small scars, one on his chin, and another on the outside of his left nostril. I smiled at the tiny battle scars. They were even. I could stop worrying. True, Isaac had no scared nearly as much, but they had both scared. If any more blood was spilt the person who threw the first punch would have to answer to me and to a larger extent, my guard. I wouldn’t tolerate it, I couldn’t. It would kill me in the end, I just knew it. Matthews hand came to rest on my shoulder. “Perhaps my lady should take this opportunity to sleep. I’m sure her sire would be most bereft to hear of her being sleep deprived.” I sighed. “I’ll be fine Matthew, thank you for your concern, but I’ll be fine. Really. But maybe you should get some sleep. In the off chance I might actually need you to fight for me I’d prefer it if you weren’t to tired to do so.” He nodded slightly and went to one of the other hospital beds. He kicked off his shoes and took off his top. His body was still beautiful to look at, even with the scars. “Sweet dreams Matthew.” I whispered, more to myself than him. He rested his head on the pillow, and less than twenty minutes later I was certain he was sleeping.

Isaac started to turn restlessly in his sleep. An anger and sense of worry clear on his face. “Stop!” he screamed as his body lurched into a sitting position. He breathed heavily as he sweated visibly. I took the fallen wash cloth from his lap and pushed him back down into a lying position. “Really Isaac. Your going to give me a heart attack.” I said as I sponged the sweat from his brow. I set aside the towel and stroked his cheek. “Stupid vampire.” I murmured. He gave another course choking laugh and sighed gently. “What’s the time?” he asked. “About 10am.” He grimaced. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping princess?” “Should you really be questioning the actions of a princess.” He smiled ruefully. “No. I suppose not.” I yawned audibly and made him smile brighter. He lifted up the covers and held my hand. “Come here lover.” Reluctantly I obeyed, sliding in easily beside him. He molded around me and held me close. My head rested on his chest, a comforting humming going through his body. I smiled despite myself and let down all my defenses. Only Isaac would ever see this side of me. After all, he was the only one I’d ever truly be able to trust with my heart. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “I love you princess.” He told me solemnly. I didn’t understand why, but in this moment it seemed so strong, so absolutely final. It’s not like I hadn’t said it before. I had. But this time, it wasn’t a heat of the moment passionate thing. It was real. If I said it now, somehow I felt I could never take it back. And since the first time I met him, this was the first moment I ever thought I might want to take those words back. So I chickened out. I didn’t say anything, and faked slept. He didn’t seem to notice; perhaps he didn’t expect me to say it back. Why wouldn’t he expect me to say it back if I’d already said it once? Doesn’t he think I love him? But more importantly, do I? I sighed lightly and tried to relax my body. It had been to long week. Too much had happened in too short of a time. But somehow, despite all the complications and blood, I found peace… in the arms of my sire on this uncomfortable medical bed I was able to sleep. Maybe it was the quietness of the room, or the quiet humming in Isaac’s chest. But whatever it was it gave me the ability to float away… to drift in a sea of quiet blissful tranquility. “What do you mean third murder?” I asked. “I thought there had only been like, one.” “Apparently, two more bodies have been discovered in your absence. The killer seems to be becoming more violent. The last one was found dissected of all her internal organs.” I grimaced at the horrible image that evoked. “So, they were all women then I take it?” Matthew nodded. “What about where they were found?” I asked. “All three girls have been found on the church’s steeple.” I nodded and contemplated that fact. Considering the church was three stories high, I

doubted anyone would be able to find a way atop the steeple without actually being inside it to begin with. “Who would have access to the church at all hours?” I asked. It was Matthews turn to think. “Well, Father McClain for one. Then the principal and vice principal would have keys to every where in the school. Come to think of it, so would the medical department, incase of emergencies of course. But I suppose there set would be kept under lock and key at all times, the only real person with access to it would be Darious.” “So, we have our suspects then” I said. Matthew sighed lightly. “Indeed, I suppose we do.” “Father McClain - priest, Mrs. Iron-Fang – vice principal, Mr. Blake – principal, and Darious” I was reluctant to believe Darious could do something like that. He looked after people, he didn’t murder them. “What do you think the motivation would be?” I asked. “I don’t think these are just random killings.” “Perhaps they are. In truth, many vampires of age change. There minds degrade slowly.” He said. “Imagine living for all of eternity, watching the world change while you stayed forever the same. And eventually, finding it so distorted for the life you once knew, that you found no place in this world where you belonged. With all this talk of loyalty and equality spreading among our kind, its not incredibly surprising this would be happening. Though, to tell you the truth I suspect the murderer would mor likely be of the royal, or noble classes. Murder is serious enough, but murdering ones kind… it is almost unheard of.” I didn’t really understand that. Humans kill there own kind all the time… every day. They do horrible things to one anther without thinking twice about who or what their doing it to. Nor the consequences of what they’re doing. Whether it be murder… or rape… the rape of a family member… of a daughter, daughters like little Nikita… or me. Matthew noticed the sudden souring in my mood. “What’s the matter princess?” he asked, looking for all signs of possible danger. He reminded me of Isaac for a minute. “Its nothing Matthew, I’m fine. Or at least, I will be.” Matthew didn’t know about my past. No one but Isaac, Darious, Nikita and I suppose, dad would really know. It was turning out to be a well kept secret. “What is troubling My Lady?” “Matthew, really its nothing. I’m more worried about you actually.” Today was going to be our first day back within normal classes. No one had seen his new… face. It hadn’t bothered Isaac, but Isaac was more mature than these children. Not to mention the fact that he was the one who caused the stupid scars. But as I looked at him now, they seemed to almost suit him. His beauty was no more like that of a doll. He now looked more like a soldier, a soldier of time, a man who could face down great battles and win, for me. “My Lady has no need to worry. As long as I am by her side, I need nothing else.” That was touching, but at the same time, it was total bull-crap. “I just don’t want you to have to feel that way. Believe it or not I know exactly how it’s going to be.” He glanced at me sideways, questioning my level of stupidity. I took in a deep breathe. “There is a reason for why I look the way I look. I was never quite a normal human.” He stopped in his tracks to look at me, as did I. “I had a total lack of pigmentation in my skin. I’m an

albino, hence my eyes and scarily white skin.” I grimaced at my hands, even as a royal vampire I noticed my skin was even whiter than theirs. I was never going to escape being a freak was I? I exhaled and took his hand in mine, gently but firmly at the same time. “Your not alone in this, okay?” he looked into my eyes, and for a moment, I saw the Matthew I use to know, the sweet boy who reminded me of a child wanting to play soldier. But now he was a man, not physically, but mentally. And that was the hardest thing to adapt… the part of you that you never get back. It made me want to weep for him. But tears would give him no solace. They would give him a sense of pity, but he needed no pity at this moment. He needed my strength, like Nikita did. My sleeping little angel. “Thank you, My Lady.” I stretched up on tippy-toes and kissed his scared cheek. “Your still beautiful to me.” And he was. He would always be beautiful to me. He was my guard, my protector. Just as much as Isaac was. Tear brimmed in his eyes, I wiped them away. “There’s no need to weep for something you’ve never lost.” He nodded and I waited for him to regain his composure. “Don’t be frightened Matthew” I said as I took him arm. “I’ll never leave you alone.” I felt a kind of tension drain form him body. “Thank you Princess. I shall devote my life in your servitude.” He said. I chuckled. “I thought you already had.” He smiled back at me and nodded. And then we had made it to the class room. We were late, and the second we walked through the door all eyes were on us. Several gasps went out along the classroom. I sighed lightly as the ridgedness returned to Matthews form. He escorted me to my desk. I decided these people needed a reminder of who was who around here. I pulled him down and kissed his lips lightly, a kiss he was all too willing to return. I pulled away and smiled. “See, no change at all.” He chuckled, kissed my hand and went to sit at his desk as I took my own. People in the class stole glances at both of us, questioning my sanity, and staring in shock of Matthews new battle scars. I started doodling on the back of my book, waiting for Isaac to arrive so I could watch his wondrous ass dance around for me. I felt slight surprised when Mr. Carrion entered the room instead of my Isaac. “Okay class; please open your text books to page 673” “Where’s Isaac?” I asked, not worried about interrupting the class. “Professor Vein has other matters he must attend to.” Mr. Carrion said. “What matters?” I asked. “High Princess Kayla, just because you are next in line to be queen does not excuse you from the proper etiquette—” “Do you ever actually shut up?” I asked. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” I said. He stared at me for a moment, anger clear on his face. “But of course, if you have no intention to answer my question I can always go ask Principal Blake.” His jaw set in a tight line. Less gracious people would have had Isaac killed for leaving his post, what would they have done to this asshole? “I believe that is his business to divulge to whom he wishes.” Me jaw set in a hard line. “So what your saying is, the future queen has no right to know what her sire is up to if indeed he chooses to leave her in the dark? And therefore,

even indeed people such as yourself then must be able to keep secrets from the crown? Saying such things will most definitely get you in trouble Mr. Carrion.” He started stammering, trying to correct himself. I held up my hand. “Now, now Mr. Carrion. I know you would never say such things. And I’m even more certain if you ever did anyone to over hear would certainly come to me immediately.” I smiled lightly. “Perhaps now you would like to share the knowledge of my sire’s whereabouts.” He swallowed audibly and I waited. The students seemed shocked, by both me and the teacher. Sky leaned back in his chair, grinning like a maniac and Matthew watched, ready to strike if his services were required. “Perhaps you should ask him yourself.” My head snapped to him. I could feel myself burning a hole into his head with my eyes. “Excuse me?” “W-what I mean is, he’s in the infirmary. I think it’s a better conversation to be had privately.” He corrected himself. I softened slightly. “There are no secrets between my subjects and I. I did promise that didn’t I?” I looked around the room. They all nodded, I smiled at them. “Good.” I got to my feet. “But perhaps you are right. I shall go speak with him.” Matthew got to his feet and so did Sky. It was Matthews’s job to keep me safe, but what was up with Sky. I decided not to call attention to it. “Do you need something Sky?” I asked happily, the sincerity returning to my voice slowly once we were outside the class room. “Tagging along, that’s all.” He said nonchalantly as he stretched. “Perhaps its best you not come. I don’t want Isaac to be made a mockery of. His private life is very much so his own. I can share with you all my own, but not his. I believe only family and loved ones should be involved in such matters. ” “Well then where in luck.” “What on earth are you talking about Sky?” He grinned happily at my confusion. “Isaac’s my father.”