His Vamp. (BXB)

3 - Isaiah.

Socials goes by painfully slow, and before I know it, it's lunch. Walking into the cafeteria I glance around, seeing everyone just wants to stare at the new weird kid (cough, me, cough), I spin around and book it to the car.

Getting in, I slide my seat back so I have more room and sit crisscross, facing the consul before pulling out my sandwich and little bags of chips, as well as a mini-bloodbath disguised as a koolaid juice bag.

By phone starts buzzing in my pocket, I pull it out.

*Dad Calling*
✅ ❎

I press accept, put it on speaker and wait for him to say something.

"Issy? You there?" Dad's whispering, which indicates it's nighttime where he is.

"Yea dad, im here." I reply, rolling my eyes at the nickname. "Where are you this week?"

You see, my parents divorced when I was young, around 2ish, so I have no memory of them together, or the divorce. My dad travels around a lot for business, always in another country, then in a different one the next week.

"Poland, tomorrow I fly into Finland, then after that Norway." I just hum in response. "How did the move go? Smoothly I hope?"

"It went fine, the new place still has boxes everywhere but that's to be expected."

Dad hums. "What are you in this time? Apartment? Basement suite? Condo?"

I giggle slightly. "Apartment dad. I hear they have a good hotel here, it'll be perfect for when you come visit, we could get a nice room, go swimming.."

"That sounds excellent, my sweet boy." I can hear the smile in his voice, my heart warms at the nickname, mom never calls me anything nice, it's refreshing to hear from dad. "How's the mother? Treating you any good yet?"

Sighing, I take a sip of my blood bag. "You know how she is, dad. How long till you think you can come visit? I miss you."

I've begged and begged him to settle or at least let me come with him, but he wants me to finish my education and get into a good collage. He just can't provide that for me with how much he works, as well as his work schedule.

Dad lets out a hum, and I can tell he's stroking his beard. I roll my eyes at the image. "I can possibly fly in for 2 weeks next month, you can stay with me the whole time. Has your mother at least cooled down on the drinking, yet?"

I suck my bloodbag dry, discarding it in the consul before responding. "Nope, blood martinis all day and night, sometimes she even spices it up and has a Bloody Mary instead." Dad chuckles at that.

We chat for a little longer before he has to go to bed, saying he's got to work early tomorrow before his flight out. After we hang up I quickly finish the rest of my lunch before heading to class.

Dropping my bag beside the empty desk, I slide into the chair, I put my earbud in, maybe music will help with the unbearable 3rd 1st class.

✎ᝰ.

French just finished, and mom's been messaging me all block, about how Covens going to be at our place and I need to rush home after school or whatever. Im definitely not rushing home. Im gonna go to the library.

Coven is a group for Vampires, there's one in at least every major city, mom gets connected with our, well her, new Coven before we even move. I want nothing to do with it, they just sit around and talk about what human they fed from, or how they hunted their latest animal for a feed. I can't handle it. I only drink from the blood bags mom provides me, and those are a whole story in itself.

Mother always gets mad at me whenever I skip Coven, but lately she's seemed to let up, I think she's realized I'm never going to make an effort to show up to any of the meetings.

Shoving my notebook into my bag, I start towards art, hopefully it's more exciting than French. I've seen to many course outlines today.

I walk into classroom 203 and make eye contact with the adorable boy from Science. I haven't been able to get those eyes out of my head all day.