Even though I’d fed we decide to go out to celebrate. Afterwards we head to James home. It was a small 2 story house on the outskirts of town. He leaves me in the living room. When he comes back he carries a bottle. It looks like a wine bottle but I know it is filled with something else. Pouring two glasses he hands one to me. ‘Are you trying to stuff me?’ I joke. He laughs. ‘No I just think it’s something to celebrate.’ He flits out the room and returns quickly with a small gift. I smile. ‘You didn’t have to get me anything.’ I say as I place it on my lap. I open it in silence and lift out a small gold necklace with a small blue stone hanging from it. I pick it up and fasten it around my neck. ‘Thank you James’ I say hugging him softly.
I get up early the next morning and put on my school uniform. Even though we have no aversions to the sun I try to avoid to as it causes us a slight discomfort. I live alone in the house but if anyone asks James is my only living guardian. Today was my first day at Wintercombe secondary school I used to be tutored by James but it was decided impractical. He thought that now I could control myself I would be safe being surrounded by humans. Even so he had to appeal to Sierra who has placed a guard in school.
The school bus hisses to a stop outside. I grab my keys off the side and pick up my bag. Locking the door on the way out I skip down the steps and into the bus. Nodding at the driver I take a seat next to Scott. ‘First day at school you nervous?’ he jokes sifting through his backpack. ‘Nah not really’ I reply trying to tune out the whispers behind me. Lots of things like. ‘Who is she?’, ‘Why is she here’ or ‘she’s cute.’ I know Scott can’t hear them or anyone that isn’t sat next to the whisperer but with my vampire hearing I hear them clearly.
The coppery smell of blood fills the air and I hear shouts like Nose bleed. I turn back to Scott and try to distract myself. The minute the bus stops and the door opens I stand up and rush off. I hear Scott shouting behind me but push on. I open the door to the main entrance and walk up to the main desk. ‘Can I have my time table please?’ I say to the woman there. She looks up from her typing. ‘Name’ she demands. ‘Cameron White.’ I say. She pauses and does a double take. ‘Oh of course sweetie.’ She says her tone changed completely. She clicks her mouse then wheels her chair to the printer. She shakes a piece of paper and hands it to me. Her hand brushes mine and I feel her shiver at the coldness. The slight touch makes her pulse jump and I feel my fangs probing my gums. She coughs and waves me away.
As I break into the corridor Scott catches up with me. ‘Don’t like blood then?’ he questions. I shake my head and pretend to look at the timetable. He turns off to his form as I continue down the corridor. It’s getting very crowded and there are a lot of odd looks my way. As I get to my own form I look around. The room was cold even to me. The walls were worn and the smell of sweat was thick in the air. There are only a few people in the room. A Goth girl in the far corner and a small group of both girls and boys sat on the front desks. The teacher at the desk was occupied with a magazine.
I walk up to her and place my slip on the desk. She looks up and shuts the magazine. ‘You must be Cameron.’ She says far from cheerful. I nod. ‘Call me Cammie.’ She rolls her eyes and points to a desk in the front. Purposely the kids on the front desks move to mine. I stroll over. ‘Excuse me this is my seat.’ I say looking down. One of the boys laughs. ‘Move’ I command placing my books down. He shoves them off but using vampire speed I pick them up and put them back down. He makes no start to move and I’m just about to force him when someone steps into the room. I can tell they’re vampire because there is no heartbeat. ‘Can I speak to Cammie please?’ She asks. ‘sure’ my tutor says without looking up. I gather my books and walk out the room. She leads me down the now near deserted corridor to an empty office.
