Chapter 4

The car came to a halt in front of a huge building. Galimore High hung proudly above the building. A flag danced around in the swaying wind. He could hear the loud footsteps of the students as well as their loud chattering. He smiled at himself for the accomplishment he had made so far. Back in his world, he wasn't given the privilege to attend school. He was always seen as different from the other kids thus he was homeschooled.

"I'll pick you up after school."

"I can walk mom. The house is only a few blocks away." Which was entirely true the school was only a stone's throw away from his home. He closed the car door and faced the building that towered above him and took in a sharp breath inhaling the sweet aroma of freshly lawned grass.

"Be careful. Don't hurt anyone on your first day." She was starting to regret sending him to school. Not that she didn't trust the boy but he sometimes could get carried away. The boy had serious anger issues that no amount of counseling could maintain. Besides, the boy didn't have much experience when it came to socialization. He was an ignorant bastard who had a serious temper. The school was not a place for him especially when it was filled with humans. She just hoped he wouldn't draw any attention in their direction. She couldn't have her precious son be taken away from her. she wasn't scared he would hurt someone but she feared he would lose his life in the process.

"Michael," she called after him. " It's okay if you don't want to be at school. We could head on back home. Besides schools are pretty boring anyway."

He got what his mother was trying to do. But she was the one who suggested sending him to school in the first place. Why would she change her mind all of a sudden? However, he was about to give her a taste of her own medicine. He allowed his fangs to protrude and smiled up at the woman. "Nah I think I'm going to enjoy this."

The school's hallway was crowded with students. It reminded him of a flock of chickens huddled closely together. Due to his high-tech hearing, he could hear their steady breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. He inhaled their different scents as he sliced through the crowd of students. He sensed their corrupted ways instantly. Neither of them was innocent nor pure. His eyes watched the humans skeptically from the way they were attired trimmed down to their social interactions with each other. He couldn't say they were any much different from the beings that resided in his world. They possessed the same attitude. He watched in contempt as a couple was engaged in an unspeakable act. He could sense their lust for each other grow. Some students watched in awe while others watched grudgingly. Michael was no fool, despite not showing love to his parents he knew what genuine love was. The two were using each other as an object to satisfy their burning desires.

The human girl's attention drifted from the boy she was canoodling with. Her blue eyes landed on Michael who bored through the crowd of students. He was the center of attention to all the drooling girls present in the hallway. They couldn't be blamed entirely though, he was a very attractive man after all. He frowned deeply at the gawking woman. The hallway became completely silent as he strode through. He could feel their protruding eyes drilling holes in the back of his head. He felt disgusted but strode on even though the males were throwing daggers in his direction.

He stuck his neck forward and walked straight towards the headmaster's office. He wasn't intrigued by the prying eyes of the students. He collected his timetable from a slender female who looked to be in her mid-forties. She smiled genuinely at the handsome being in front of her. He never smiled, his face remained expressionless. He studied his timetable while walking to his first lesson of the day History Honours.

He entered through the squeaky doors of the classroom. The eyes of the students shifted from their textbooks to his direction. The females reminded him of fish out of the water with their gaping mouths. The silent room was filled with gasps and whispers.

The teacher stopped writing for a minute to introduce him to the entire class. "Class this is Michael Black. Have a seat beside that young miss."

He pointed in the direction of an astonishing female at the back of the class. He eyed the girl with great interest. Her hazel orbs were covered by a pair of oversized spectacles. Her dark brown hair was held back in a loose ponytail. She held her head low as if reading, but Michael knew she was doing otherwise. He noticed her from earlier. She handed him the cookies and ran off.

He strode over and took a seat beside her and she went limp. Her hand tightened around the pencil in her grasp and her heart rate spiked up. Her breathing was irregular as if she was trying to breathe silently. A smirk formed on his lips but it soon faded when her strong feminine scent filled his nostrils. He covered his nose with his left hand and bawled the other into a tight fist until his knuckles went white. He stopped himself from breathing not wanting to inhale any more of her intoxicating scent.

He stared over at her for a brief second, her left elbow propped up on the table and her head rested in her palm. So engrossed in writing was she, that she didn't notice him staring over at her. His eyes landed on the desk in Infront of him and a frown formed on his lips.

Who was the female sitting beside him? How did her feminine scent have such an effect on him? Nothing was making any sense to Michael. His thoughts then drifted to her creamy skin. He yearned to taste her delicate skin and inhale more of her sweet scent that reminded him of orchards. He wanted to sink his teeth into her neck and watch as she withered in pleasure and called out to him.

The bell rang notifying that the class had ended. Michael quickly stormed out of the class before anyone else could. He went as far away from the mysterious girl as he could. The moment he was a far distance from her he inhaled a fresh breath of air. But he couldn't clear her beautiful face from his mind. He thought about her that entire day. He didn't know who she was or why he was suddenly attracted to her but he knew he had to stay away from her for his good. With her around, he was bound to lose control of himself and mark her as his mate.

The rest of the day went by in slow motion. He regretted turning down his mother's suggestion. He should have gone back home with her. The day was suffocating and unbearable to Michael. He felt as if Zamora was supposed to be his but he hasn't claimed her as yet. But how could he feel that way about a female that wasn't his? He was pulled from his thoughts when the final bell rang signaling school has ended. He waited until the crowd of students rushed through the doors and all footsteps seized in the hallway until he was sure the school was empty.

He packed away his heavy textbooks in his backpack and threw it over his shoulders. A scowl formed on his lips when his nostrils were filled with a feminine scent. He could hear the loud clinking of heels against the concrete floor behind him. He turned around and was greeted by a brunette with blue eyes and her face plastered in makeup. He recognizes her as the female from earlier Canoodling with a boy. A seductive smile spread across her lips as she strode over to him flipping her hair and biting down on her lips.

"Michael right?" She placed her hand on his shoulder. His body went limp and he felt filthy under her touch. He knew the female standing before him was neither innocent nor pure. She pulled her lips between her pearly white teeth. She was almost his height of six feet due to the length of her heels. And her dress revealed more than her cleavage and her long smooth legs.

"I'm candy." She said eyeing him as if he was a snack and she was a hungry animal that just wanted to nibble on its snack.

Her neatly sculpted eyebrows drew up into a furrow. "You seem tensed Hun? Is something the matter?"

He held into her hand and harshly removed them from his shoulders. He knew the reason she was standing Infront of him instead of with her boyfriend. She was after him so that she could brag to her friends the next day saying she won over the new boy. He had his share of women like her. They were after wealth, power, and prestige.

Her smile fell but before she could say anything her boyfriend stormed into the room and harshly tugged her away from Michael. His cold gaze found its way to Michael.

"She is mine pal so find your own."

"You don't own me, Greg!" She barked at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Can't you at least keep your hands to yourself!" He growled at her.

She tried removing her hands from his grip that only grew tighter. "What is your problem?"

He struck her across her cheek and said. " You are my fucking problem! Can't keep your fucking legs closed!" Anger radiated from his body as the man-angled her and forcefully pulled her closed to himself.

"You are hurting me!" Her eyes welled with tears as she tried to remove his hands from her wrists.

It was at that moment Michael realized the boy standing Infront of him was not the same boy he saw her with earlier. He now knew the type of woman she was. She enjoyed having multiple partners, he got why her boyfriend was angry but she didn't deserve the treatment he was giving her. He didn't care about their relationship but he couldn't stand and watch as a female gets mistreated Infront of him.

"Let her go." His voice was calm as he spoke.

It was then they remembered he was still present in the room with the both of them.

Greg released his holding Candy and approached Michael with a scowl. " What the fuck did you just say!"

"You heard me." He wasn't a man to repeat himself besides Greg wasn't deaf he heard him.

The boy pushed at his chest, but he felt as if he was trying to push against a hard brick wall. Michaels face contorted when he noticed what the boy was trying to do. Anger soon began to course through his veins and his eyes darkened. The boy scampered backward and his eyes grew wide when he noticed the trouble he had just caused.

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He should have walked away instead of dipping his mouth into their argument. He would have been alright and he wouldn't be feeling like a monster. He took care of them both, giving them a satisfying death one that would forever be embedded in his mind. He knew once his anger surfaced what would happen to the both of them. Now he was no better than Greg. He tried to help a boy with anger issues not remembering he needed help as well. He could no longer control himself. He could no longer hide the darkness within himself. He knew once word reached his father that was it for him. He would have to return home.

At that moment he didn't care if he was considered a monster. After all, he was covered in the blood of his murdered victims. He was a monster a cold-blooded murderer. He walked under the starless night as the swaying wind blew through his hair soothing him. He felt numb on the inside as he remembered Candy's plea for help. He hated himself and his family. They knew what he was capable of yet they raised him despite knowing he was incapable of doing any good.

It was past midnight when he finally reached home. He ran straight up to his room and slammed his door shut. His mother came up afterward knocking on his door with a concerned look but when he didn't respond she decided to give him space.

Michael scrubbed himself under the cold running water. The white tikes were now covered in blood as the water that ran down his skin was a lite shade of red. He scrubbed himself harshly trying to get rid of the evidence and the reminder of what he had just done. He cutter himself with his protruding claws but his cuts healed seconds after. He wiped the fogged mirror with his hands and peered at himself. He didn't see Michael but instead a monster.

He discarded the bloody clothes and went down to his mother who was treating herself to a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. Her eyes lifted from the paper and landed on him when she sensed his presence.

"Bad day?" She asked. It's as if she could sense there was something wrong with the boy.

"mmmm." Came to his reply as he sat on the couch opposite his mother.

She could sense that Michael had more than a bad day. He was her son she knew him like the back of her hand. He did it again and as his mother and guardian, it was her responsibility to clean every mess he makes.