Chapter One
Zaylee's P.O.V
There he was. According to the high school standard, a zero. Weird, shy, and plain unfortunate. Lance is a perfect target. No one would ever notice he was gone. He doesn't fit in, and makes no impression, even on the teachers. And the only parent he has is a hopeless drunk.
I do my homework. After my last kill, this would be my only chance to make a calculated strike.
For me, being an 4.0 student has many advantages. I earned the trust and respect of fellow students, teachers, and the principal. Also, considering who my parents are, the law would never question anything I did. Being as smart and dedicated as I am, school subjects came easy. This all gave me plenty of time to think, plan, and daydream about the next kill.
Besides Lance being the best logical choice, there was something . . . mmm different . . . special. It was there. The smell of his metallic blood, the sound of his steadily beating heart, or just his overall being. I don't know, but what I do understand is that I want him. His dark brown hair, his hidden muscles, and his radiant blue eyes... caught me in a trance.
I watched him as he silently made his way back to class, stopping at his locker to get his math book.
"God math is so damn hard, I hate it, along with everything else in my pathetic life." I heard him whisper this to himself as he continued walking down the hallway. He didn't know I could hear him, or that I was intently listening. Watching Lance sit down in his Pre-Calculus I could tell he was trying to stay focused.
Lance's P.O.V
Sitting in Math, I tried to concentrate. But my own thoughts distracted me.
" Math is so pointless. Why do we waist time learning this shit?" I muttered aimlessly. The guy seated in front of me started to pick his nose, wiping it under the desk. God . . . I thought to myself. I then directed my attention to the blonde in the corner who was pointlessly looking at her nails, and searching the room for girls to despise and torment.
I'm surrounded by a bunch of fucking retards. The bell rang snapping me out of my trance. I watched as the students rushed out the door. Once out of my seat, I was only to be slammed back into it by a jock.
This time I retaliated. My vision became as red as the blood I lusted for. Grabbing his backpack, I yanked him behind me then took my place in the isle and walked out the classroom.
Zaylee's P.O.V
Peering through the now open door, I saw another side of Lance. He actually reacted to the abusive upper class, instead of shrugging it off, like usual. I found myself completely dumbfounded watching as he pulled the jock, Austin, behind him and left the room. I zoned in on his emotions. Rage, utter annoyance, and certainty were all evident. The feelings vanished from his eyes as quickly as they had appeared, showing a new mysterious self control.
