I'm not a human (Izaya x OC fanfiction)

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(A/N: Pretend the girl in the photo has green eyes, cause she is suppose my OC)

Class 1-B.

The class I was put in because I had failed freshmen year over and over for lack of attendance.

Lack of attendance because I had traveled a lot. Traveled because of police.

Traveled so my blood lust wouldn't be tracked.

Sure, I may look normal.
Fluffy black hair with forest green eyes. Eyes shaped as if I were a porcelain doll. Face shaped as if I had been carved by a professional artist from the the Renaissance.    

Well okay, not exactly normal.

But that is to be expected from a mythical creature.

Monster people have called me.
Murderer people have called me.
Vampire people have called me.

But this year, it's going to be different. This year I'm going to attend classes, and get the highest grades possible.

Of course the teachers won't notice me, they never did. The students won't notice that I'm older than they are, for I have looked the same age since the 1800s.

It's going to be normal.

Of course that's what I thought until I missed the first week of school.

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"Neiki? Is that your name?" A strange girl asked as I was about to enter the school. The girl was obviously a freshmen because of the handbook in her hand, and the person standing behind her, most likely her sister, was hugging her from behind for what seemed like guidance.

"Yes?" I answer shakily. Normally I don't talk to humans. Normally I don't talk to anyone.

The last thing I've heard come out of a human's mouth was a scream of agony. Well... Half-agony, half-pleasured.

You see, when a vampire bites you... Their poison reacts in humans the same way the drug ecstasy does. Our saliva is also 50% of the poison, but I'm not sure why we would want to lick someone before we kill them.

But my bites rip open your throat in an instant, so my victims will only feel the poison for a second before pain overwhelms them.

The strange girl then smiles at her sister as if saying 'I knew it' and then glances over to me.

"How do you know my name?" I ask while pulling my school bag strap back onto my shoulder because it had drooped off.

"That isn't important, what I want to know is how you get your skin to be so soft." She says, squishing my face in her hands. I suddenly have the urge to bite her.

Not in a vampiric way. It's like what you'd want to do to someone you don't like.

Smash them on the head with a brick.

But it's only the first day.

"I do not use anything, it is natural." I say. My zit phase is 2000 years passed.

"Oh really? That is amazing." The strange girl then, to my surprise, pressed her lips against mine. I then hold my breath as she purposely nicks her tongue on one of my unusually sharp canine teeth.

"Girls lips are so soft!" She squeals, not showing a bit of agony. I then raise my fingers to my mouth.

What the hell?

"I knew there was something about you from the moment I saw you! My brother would love to meet you!" She says in a very squeaky voice. I could feel my eyes begin to pulse as blood lust clouded them.