TWO

Pov Jane:

It was the same as always. The same old classroom smelling of mold, where the walls almost collapsed, the same spiteful classmates who sneer at you when you do something wrong, and the same teachers who thought you had no other occupation than school and then gave you so much homework that you couldn't keep up back and forth.

My hair kept falling back into my face, where I blew it away just so that it flew back into my face. But it was a better occupation than listening to the joker at the blackboard who gave us a lecture about the new school year, how happy she would be to have us and that it would certainly be a great school year.

But honestly? The school year will be like all the other years before. Shit, I mean really shit and nothing will change just because there were 3 months time for it.

My resolution for the school year was just to get out of this shit alive. Well, and to climb the popularity scale. It was subtly depressing that people would rather look at the armpit hair collection of a disturbed boy than hang out with me. The next thing that will be competing with me is the mold on the walls, which so far is one step down the scale. The only question is, how long.

"Jane? Jane, are you even listening to me?", I now heard the familiar shrill, annoying voice of Mrs. Bennet, our class teacher. At some point my patience with her will run out. And my eardrum. At the last one, however, she can pay me the bill for the doctor.

"No, I haven't. You make me sick," I replied with an innocent smile, although I was thinking about her throat.

"Excuse me? Where are her manners now," she said indignantly, "I just rolled my chestnut brown eyes.

"They took off very quickly with a unicorn when they saw her," I countered sarcastically, and got a few laughs. Maybe I really managed to compete with the armpit hair collection.

"Do you want to start again like last year? I guess I should have repeated you for a year," my teacher replied with a judgmental look. Okay, at least she tried. But it looked more like someone had just slapped a virtual cake in her face.

"Oh, just leave me alone," I snarled at her annoyed. "You better watch out to get a man and do something about it. There is nothing attractive about you."

She opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound. Not even a peep. You could easily shut her up.

"Out! Immediately," she brought out stuttering.

Laughing, I got up from my ugly seat and caught some spiteful looks, whereupon I simply pulled out my middle finger before I strutted out with my head held high and slammed the door shut with full force.

I was used to that. Actually, I was supposed to be good, because I was such a disgrace to my family, who had a high reputation and therefore could not afford a daughter who was the complete opposite. But I will certainly not pretend for them, for anyone.

Granted, it was really boring outside. It was time to kill time and wait until the lesson was over. But it was better than following the lessons. The wall was even more interesting. Well, and the fly that kept flying at the window because it didn't seem to have brain cells available. Just like Mrs. Bennet.

I noticed a figure coming out of the toilet. As she had her back turned to me, I could not recognize her. But when he turned around, the realization hit me like a piece of cake.

It was him.

With his sweater pulled over his face so that you couldn't see his eyes and his hands buried in his pockets, he slowly strolled past me.

Inconspicuously I looked at him. Granted, he was really pretty. Under his sweater you could see his muscles, even if only very weakly.

"Could you say hello?", the words gushed out of me, giving me a facepalm inside. Why did I even talk to him?

Slowly he turned around, his look coldly hitting mine.

"Well, you come across as really unsympathetic," I tried to sound casual, even though I wanted to hide myself.

He raised one of his eyebrows and looked at me indifferently. Fuck, I had officially fucked up with him.

Pov Ash:

I heard her blood rushing through her veins, her heartbeat quickening and I saw the blood rushing into her face.

The delicious blood that almost drove me out of my mind, that brought out of me the beast that had no feelings, no remorse.

I tried to control myself by taking a deep breath. And then another. And yet, there was still this desire, this lust to drink her blood now, to suck her blood to the last drop.

And I didn't know how much longer I would be able to fight against the desire to control myself. So many people have died over the years because of me, so many people have suffered because of me.

There she stood, her arms pressed into her hips. I had to control myself, not rip open her carotid artery to get to her blood.

Concentrated and waiting, she stared at me as if she was waiting for something.

But I was too busy not becoming what I hated so much about myself.

Yes, I hated being a vampire. I hated not having anything human, not having any feelings. It drove me crazy.

Every day, every second of my life, I tried to contain the urge. And with every second without blood, it got worse. At some point, I won't be able to hold it back anymore and I will be the one I never wanted to be.

It was only a matter of time before I would lose control over myself.

"Don't you have any vocal chords or are you deaf and dumb or something?" she asked me now, amused, while I was fighting not to drink her blood.

I felt the desire flaring up inside me, it was there, it had always been there. And now it was trying to come back up. It was so hard to suppress it, almost impossible. But with time I learned to adapt, I learned to control it to some extent. But sometimes I went crazy, sometimes lust overcame me.

And right now was one such moment. I felt my eyes turn red. In a flash I turned around and ran away.