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students.
Nicks and the guys appear in the doorway of the gym just then. When his eyes land on us, they light up. He smacks the guy who called for him on the back, and continues on up the bleachers.
“Seriously?” I growl through my teeth. Now everyone’s staring at us. But he keeps coming until he’s in front of me. The guys aren’t far behind him.
“Thanks for saving us some seats, man.” Kyle pounds fists with Devin.
“No problem,” he replies. Nicks sits down on the other side of me and beams. The guys fill in the other seats, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be sitting with the freak and the outsider, instead of their team.
Giving Devin a what-the-hell expression, I’m about to ask the question aloud, but Principal Knight taps on the microphone. “I need everyone’s attention,” he announces in a very serious voice. Something that I think gets everyone’s attention right away. There’s never a lot of seriousness in this school.
“Thank you. I’m sure some of you have heard the news already.” He goes on, comments punctuated by the girls crying. “A beloved student, Racheal Montgomery, was murdered last weekend.” There are gasps around the room, one of them mine. I didn’t really know her that well, but she was a member of my mom’s Coven. I used to see her every holiday. She was a cheerleader who wasn’t a cliché. She was actually nice, one of the few people who didn’t call me a freak to my face or behind my back.
What in the hell happened? Oh, Goddess, I have to tell Mom.
Without hesitation, I do something I’ve never done before. My mom’s never even taught me how, but I mentally invade the principal’s mind. I expect it to be one of the normal reasons, car accident, abusive boyfriend…but I come back to myself even more confused. I keep seeing blood, so much of it, a cloaked figure with a knife and some impending doom?
I must be fabricating something .
Devin wraps his arms around me and tugs me closer. I guess he knows I needed it, even if I wouldn’t admit it aloud. Nicks takes my hand in his, I guess trying to comfort me, too. In other words, he’s sucking up.
My friends appear as scared and worried as I feel. Well, the “guy way” of looking scared, being angry. Especially Antonio, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry.
“Sheriff Morris is here to—” He shakes his head and steps away from the microphone, letting Billy take over.
“The town is going on alert. There hasn’t been any violence in years. Since the Alburgur incident.” Everyone on the last row freezes at the mention of his name. Denis Alburgur. A name I’ll never forget.
Denis used to go to school here. He was an outcast. Instead of bombers and people with guns shooting down everyone in sight, we have people claiming to be a part of the undead team. He claimed to be a vampire, claimed he had been since birth, and that he’d killed many. It blew up. All over the news, in the paper, on TV, online…it was all anyone could talk about.
I guess he thought people would bow down at his feet, like with Dracula. Love Dracula, the actual guy. Vlad the Impaler.
Instead, they sent in the guys with the big nets to take him to the nuthouse. Before they got him there, an angry mob stopped the van and tipped it over, killing the driver, the attendant, and torturing Denis until he bled out from his wounds.
He wasn’t actually a vamp, far from it. He was human. As far as we know, he never hurt a soul. I guess he just wanted to be loved. He grew up in a bad home, had a shitty life.
You could only imagine what they would do if they ever found out the truth about us. For obvious reasons, we don’t like saying his name.
“Two girls have already been kidnapped and murdered out of town. And the murder here has the same MO.
“Don’t go out at night. If you do, go in groups. Be safe, and trust no one.” Billy stares down the crowd. Why is he giving so much away? You’re not supposed to
Nicks and the guys appear in the doorway of the gym just then. When his eyes land on us, they light up. He smacks the guy who called for him on the back, and continues on up the bleachers.
“Seriously?” I growl through my teeth. Now everyone’s staring at us. But he keeps coming until he’s in front of me. The guys aren’t far behind him.
“Thanks for saving us some seats, man.” Kyle pounds fists with Devin.
“No problem,” he replies. Nicks sits down on the other side of me and beams. The guys fill in the other seats, like it’s the most natural thing in the world to be sitting with the freak and the outsider, instead of their team.
Giving Devin a what-the-hell expression, I’m about to ask the question aloud, but Principal Knight taps on the microphone. “I need everyone’s attention,” he announces in a very serious voice. Something that I think gets everyone’s attention right away. There’s never a lot of seriousness in this school.
“Thank you. I’m sure some of you have heard the news already.” He goes on, comments punctuated by the girls crying. “A beloved student, Racheal Montgomery, was murdered last weekend.” There are gasps around the room, one of them mine. I didn’t really know her that well, but she was a member of my mom’s Coven. I used to see her every holiday. She was a cheerleader who wasn’t a cliché. She was actually nice, one of the few people who didn’t call me a freak to my face or behind my back.
What in the hell happened? Oh, Goddess, I have to tell Mom.
Without hesitation, I do something I’ve never done before. My mom’s never even taught me how, but I mentally invade the principal’s mind. I expect it to be one of the normal reasons, car accident, abusive boyfriend…but I come back to myself even more confused. I keep seeing blood, so much of it, a cloaked figure with a knife and some impending doom?
I must be fabricating something .
Devin wraps his arms around me and tugs me closer. I guess he knows I needed it, even if I wouldn’t admit it aloud. Nicks takes my hand in his, I guess trying to comfort me, too. In other words, he’s sucking up.
My friends appear as scared and worried as I feel. Well, the “guy way” of looking scared, being angry. Especially Antonio, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry.
“Sheriff Morris is here to—” He shakes his head and steps away from the microphone, letting Billy take over.
“The town is going on alert. There hasn’t been any violence in years. Since the Alburgur incident.” Everyone on the last row freezes at the mention of his name. Denis Alburgur. A name I’ll never forget.
Denis used to go to school here. He was an outcast. Instead of bombers and people with guns shooting down everyone in sight, we have people claiming to be a part of the undead team. He claimed to be a vampire, claimed he had been since birth, and that he’d killed many. It blew up. All over the news, in the paper, on TV, online…it was all anyone could talk about.
I guess he thought people would bow down at his feet, like with Dracula. Love Dracula, the actual guy. Vlad the Impaler.
Instead, they sent in the guys with the big nets to take him to the nuthouse. Before they got him there, an angry mob stopped the van and tipped it over, killing the driver, the attendant, and torturing Denis until he bled out from his wounds.
He wasn’t actually a vamp, far from it. He was human. As far as we know, he never hurt a soul. I guess he just wanted to be loved. He grew up in a bad home, had a shitty life.
You could only imagine what they would do if they ever found out the truth about us. For obvious reasons, we don’t like saying his name.
“Two girls have already been kidnapped and murdered out of town. And the murder here has the same MO.
“Don’t go out at night. If you do, go in groups. Be safe, and trust no one.” Billy stares down the crowd. Why is he giving so much away? You’re not supposed to
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