Blood Kiss

Blood Kiss: 1. His First Day

Class was already half over. I was sitting in the back right hand corner of the room with my hood pulled up and sunglasses covering a fresh black eye when the epitome of all things male walked into Mrs. Fernandez’ classroom, nine desks in front of me. His crystal blue eyes swept the room starting from the far left, winding over each occupant of every desk sparing each only a second of consideration until his gaze stopped on me.

My heart faltered, then took off like a NASCAR driver. So I’m the only one in the room trying to hide my existence. That would certainly explain his prolonged analysis of me. And it was an analysis; taking in every detail he could ascertain: My maroon hoodie covering every inch of skin I could manage, and the wide lenses of my sunglasses. His gaze seemed to stay locked on my mouth. It was then that Mrs. Fernandez took notice of what, I could only imagine could be the son of Aphrodite, was looking at.

“Miss Warren, would you please remove the hood and glasses? Now please.” Mrs. F spoke softly, but firmly. She really was my favorite teacher for some reason. Her tests and workload for the class were extreme, but her lessons were almost interesting.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, “I have to decline, Mrs. Fernandez. Sorry.”

“Then I must insist you visit the headmaster.” Headmaster. Public school in America and our principal wants to be called Headmaster Evans. Whatever. I stood up quickly after packing my bag. This is so embarrassing. Everyone’s watching. Especially the bane of my existence, miss perfect Bridget Evans. The cause of the black eye and busted lip. She glanced mockingly down her perfect nose, with her perfect make-up, hair and designer clothes. All this while the perfect hotness up front watches the drama.

I was almost past Mr. Yummy when he grabbed my wrist making me stop in front of him and beside Mrs. F. I was so stunned by his touch that I didn’t react to his other hand bringing my sunglasses down to rest at the end of my nose. I gasped and pulled from his hold to put the sunglasses back on.

“Excuse me,” I mumbled attempting to maneuver toward the door.

“Wait!” Mrs. F jumped in. “Um…since class is already almost over, why don’t you stay for the remainder of the lesson and we’ll deal with a fitting punishment for disregarding school policy afterwards.” I starred into her kind green eyes. My own sparked of tears that I wouldn’t allow to fall. I nodded and went back to my seat. “Everyone this is our new student Ian Hamilton. Ian, why don’t you tell us about yourself?”

He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his disheveled black hair. “Well my name’s Ian and I’m a nine hundred eighty seven year old vampire that just moved into the area with my family. I was actually interested in learning what’s being taught in public schools in this generation.” Everyone laughed. All but me. I was too busy melting from listening to his deep velvet voice that held a slight accent. It took me a minute before his words hit me. Vampire? Is he serious? Wouldn’t that be incredible!

“That must mean you’re pretty damn filthy rich if you’ve been around that long,” one of the jocks stated.

“Language, Robert!” Mrs. F scolded.

“Eh, you gain and lose,” Ian effectively removed attention from the jock.

“I bet you learn quite a few tricks over the years,” Miss Perfect practically purred to Ian.

“I’ve accrued quite a few talents; music, sports,” he looked directly at me and continued with his voice slightly lower, “and other things.” My breath went out of my lungs.

“Well!” Mrs. F tried to divert the topic. “Why don’t you take a seat Ian, and we can get back to our lesson of the day…” Her voice seemed to disappear as Ian made his way to the only available seat in the room which was, oh so conveniently, directly next to me.