Oh, Bite Me

Blair

That new kid was so peculiar. I had to find out why. I knew it had to do with his blood, considering I could smell it from a mile away. I decided to use Megan's locker to get closer to him. I could've used Ciera's, but there was too much blonde hair in her locker and Megan's was closer. (In case you haven't figured it out, Megan and Ciera are the twins. Who I picture as someone identical to Iggy Azalea.) I didn't eat Gilinsky. He's moving to Oklahoma. My trap practically was a home to Jack, because he walked right into it. When I smelt his blood, it was amazing, but I put on a poker face. Since I've been alive for 3,000 years, in order to get O positive blood, I had to give him a dollar for each year I've been alive to honor his species for keeping mine alive. Traditions, traditions.

Stupid Blake. So cocky. He's like a dog. Doesn't know how to be sneaky. He needs to learn to control his anger fire. Which is so hot. But annoying. Yelling at poor Jack for blood. Only do that for boys over 15 years young. Should I buy him a rule book? Ugh. Whatever. And what's with Megan and Ciera? Dating twins. Don't you need something different than identical people? I know I do. Whatever.

I walked in to the cafeteria and Megan and Ciera snapped their fingers. All the vampires ran to me, grabbing my purse. I smiled when they couldn't find the blood bag. I walked over to one of the nerds and pulled out the bag from their band instrument cases. The vamps were so angry, the A negative blood on their fangs were camouflaging with their skin. One of them ran up to me. "Uh uh uh." I shook my finger across their face. He tried to punch me, but I abruptly grabbed their wrist and twisted their arm back and they fell to the floor. So stupid. I put my pump on their back. "You just missed your feast." The bag was small, but one drop of O positive could feed each person of the council. This could last a year for us. Ciera picked him up and flew him to the hospital. "Rookies." I know I sound awful, but I'm just doing my job. My uncle Cyrus assigned me to be the leader, and I do NOT like to be disobeyed.

I walked over to the counter and got 8 shot glasses. I poured the blood in the cups and let everybody have at it. Some gulped it down, while others savored it. I took it like a shot and slammed the glass in the table and it broke. I guess I don't know my own strength. Megan made all the glass float in the air and she flicked her finger towards the trash and they threw themselves into the trash leaving no trace. Jack was right. I haven't tasted O positive since my orientation when I was 11 years young and it was irony. Nobody cared. The doors swung open and the vamps came in. Ciera pushed Mike(the injured vampire) into a chair and took her shot hastily, gulping it down. She was pale. She must've gotten her energy drained from flying. It takes a lot. Megan and Ciera helped Blake clean up. I tossed Mike the extra blood who hastily drank it with his good hand. I rolled my eyes. Once everything was back to normal, I heard four snaps and the earth carried on.