It was dreadfully cold outside tonight. My hunting skills have evolved over the years since I received my fangs and superhuman strength. My nose boogers were dripping down my nostrils in liquid water. My meal was not aware I was hunting it, I made noise for it to move from the way of the trees and make perfect efforts to catch it--drinking its pure empowering blood with my fangs sunken into its neck and breaking through its pelt. Sometimes I went wild and ate the whole animal like a lion. It made noise to run away, but my instincts were to inhale the scent of metal and pure liquid. The veins released blood to the heart as I focused on the sound. And then the pulsing sound of the pulse hit my ears, which ravenously made me want to get it over with by drinking the blood easily with my teeth and mouth.
*Buck...buck...*The elk made more noise as if it knew it was being hunted. I crouched on my knees, jumped so high that I swerved myself into its body, and I sank into its neck with my fangs. More...more...it struggled to free itself, but I was too strong for it. As I finished my meal, I threw the rest of the elk into a hole and dug it into a grave of mud and mulch. I shouldn't be feasting so close to the Academy, but I needed it; I was hungry for blood. Thirsty to handle the bloodlust. Ahh! My navy blue shirt was dirty with elk's blood and fur pelt. My name is Elena Macister from Australia, but I became a citizen in the U.S. when I found out I was born in New York, not outside the United States. Sometimes I show my accent; other times I speak differently than Australians, like if I were always a New Yorker. It depended on my mood because when ferocity hit me, I screamed Australian words. I tried wiping my shirt with my gray slacks, but it was no use. The clothing needs washing. I dashed into the light of the moon, which led me back to the bars of the doors of the Academy. I saw it: a wolf, a shifter; maybe. Fear rushed inside me, making me stay still. What if it attacks me? I don't want to die, I thought lowly. The bite was excruciatingly dangerous to us vampire clans. Like our bites were dangerous to every shifter in existence. So, I breathed in the cold air, and I could smell the awful wet dog smell--making me want to barf. When I didn't crave blood, I hated it near me; the stench of metallic fluid repulsed me. Now I can't survive without it. I still eat human food, but blood satisfies the craving more. I do half of both to fill up my belly with both food and blood.
Emerald eyes continue to look at me. Blinking in my direction because there were no guards outside, probably eating dinner to bulk up. When I took a step back to the bars of the doors of the Academy's first entrance, the shifter howled in despair or maybe annoyance, like it wanted to tell me something I couldn't answer myself. I wasn't a mind reader like some elder vampires of the clans surrounding every county. When it took one step toward me, I took my chance and ran inside quickly. Rushing into my bedroom, changing into a normal dress as the party was next door. My friend Amanda wanted to go to the biggest party of the year, homecoming. Tomorrow was the first day of school for vampires. Some damphyrs lived nearby, as extra blood banks were needed for those who had allergies to animal blood. Damphyrs were half-lings to the vampire bloodline, but with human blood coursing through their veins. So, I never fed on either humans or blood banks, Damphyrs. I don't want to be a monster; I want to live free of worry. While I needed blood to survive the frenzy of a human being nearby me, and me attacking it to the point of no return, I suggest I stop myself from taking shortcuts.
When I was done getting my gothic boots underneath this sparkly beige color, my friend Amanda was in sight to see me wear a dress. I put my dirty uniform on the bed to wash it when I came back into my room. Music was pounding in my ears, as a vampire has heightened senses, including hearing it like it was so close to my eardrums. I knocked at my neighbor's door, not expecting to see a teenage boy with muscles like a man would already have. He was shirtless as I stumbled with my feet and almost hit back.
"Are you okay, little fledgling that doesn't hunt humans?" he asked, reaching to grab me, but I pushed his hands away from me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in a way as disturbed as I could be by a shirtless boy who threw a party for booze. He almost raised that hand, making its way to my face, but he let it fall to his sides instead.
I let out a shivering breath, that I could see clouds of the mouth making as it turned colder. Normally, vampires didn't feel weather change; they were always warm, but their skin was icy cold. Mine was a mixture of cold and warmth at the same time. Was it because my parents had human bloodlines in the family, but Dad was a shifter; he could change not just into a wolf but into anything he wanted, even into a cold-blooded vampire? Sometimes during Christmases, Dad would shift into a fatso of a Santa Claus. He did it since I was four and didn't stop until I last got into trouble at a humane public school. The Academy was a private school no human knew about unless they were a vampire too. When the party continued to get louder, I searched for Amanda to leave the party with her didn't trust leaving her alone with boys who could sexually abuse her while she boozed over. I couldn't find her. But I found him, the mysterious stranger in a black leather jacket and black slacks, a white blouse buttoned down to his chest, yet he showed some hair. His black, messy short hair fell down his neck and waved in the other places. While I observed his nice, muscular chest and arms, he looked at me too. Nothing mattered then; I saw a vision of me in a throne with this mysterious boy. He had a red ruby-gold crown over his head, while I matched him with a red gown, a red ruby-gold crown, and the staff in my right hand. It shimmered in the room of a silver moon pack house. How would I know that room belonged to the shifters like my father, too? He had never mentioned me being royal to the shifters and vampires alike. I closed my eyes, picturing the beauty of his dimples and hairy facial beard.
"Who are you?" The question was out before I could retrieved it.
"I'm new." he smiled, moving his hands towards my shoulders. "The academy is accepting shifters now in the school grounds," he said, smiling cynically. Oh please, you must be joking!
"So, you're new to the rules of vampire grounds. Stay out of their way." I admitted.
He raised his hand and placed it on my cheek. "You look beautiful with those rosy cheeks."
"Oh shoot." I was surprised by how much I liked it. I looked down at my feet, biting my lips harder than before, and now I could taste my metallic blood, and there...he shot me a smile my way once again. I tried not to show for the first time ever I was nervous.
He raised my face, as I still dug into my lips with my teeth--very much bleeding. That's when he wiped the blood from my lips with his shirt and held my hand in his. "Nice meeting you, sweetheart." he wouldn't let go of my hand.
"Call me Elena Macister." I smiled.
Right at the moment of having fun at my first-ever party, a girl came from nowhere and separated me from the shifter. How can I compete with these flirty girls? I rushed out of the dorm party and went next door to my room, which I did not need to share. Landing on my bed, still dressed in an evening dress for going out.
Working my way to understand why I cannot stop the feelings brewing inside of me for meeting him and my own self feeling in a deep trance as I fell over heels for him. Oh shoot! Shouldn't this be impossible at first sight doesn't exist. Not even for vampires. He was the enemy. The new friends would ignore me if I saw...the shifter. Could he have been the wolf man in the forest?