Vampire Boarding School

vampire boarding school chapter 7

Chapter 7

I felt my heavy eyelids begin to slide open lazily, but only got halfway open before I forced them close again as the glare of bright lights made its way into my fragile eyes, as if trying to force me to escape reality, if only for a few more moments. But I knew that I couldn't. It may have been Sunday, but I would still have to be in the dining hall by seven, or risk mixing breakfast. But then again, was that such a bad idea? Food or sleep, which was most important to me? I would have guessed sleep, but as if it had been planned for that exact moment, my greedy stomach gave a huge growl, and I knew that I would have to get up.

I groaned as I tried to roll out of bed, as I did every morning, with my eyes still shut tightly. But as I rolled along my bed, I hit into something extremely heavy and extremely hard. Okay, this wasn't normal ... my bed was next to a wall, but I could have sworn that the wall was on the other side of me ... but I guess not.

I opened my eyes finally, moving my hand up to my face, shading them from the invading light, until they finally got used to the brightness of my room. I was, as I had suspected, facing a wall - but it wasn't my wall. My wall was white, with the occasional pink poster, and it would have o remain that way until I managed to make my way into the local shopping centre and bought myself some nice posters, without a single ounce of pink on them. I could just imagine it now, Jessica walking into the room and letting out the loudest of screeches and running out of the room, her long blonde hair trailing after her, as I chased after her in order to explain my little makeover. It would be so fun, and I knew that they would forgive me.

But that wasn't the issue at hand here. What was the issue, however, was that this wall was a medium gray, and that was not due to lack of light, for it was clearly lit up. The wall was bear, but it was still enough to nearly give me a heart attack in my early morning state. It was grey and clearly not on the right side of me, so it couldn't be my room, unless they had given it a cool make over while I had slept, which I doubted highly.

I looked down, and saw that I was in a bed, but it wasn't mine. I had grey covers on mine, since they were the darkest colour that the school had left, but these were black - jet black - and made of something that felt like silk, but it was really warm.

I had to see where I was now - the curiosity was killing me - so I sat up and turned my body to face the rest of the room. It was just like a dream come true for me - everything was black and grey. The walls were grey, as was the door opposite me, and the carpet was a rich blood red colour, which went well with the black drawers and units. Although to any other person this room would seem boring and dingy, I found it quite fascinating.

I should have run screaming from this room, not knowing it, but I just couldn't - I think I liked it too much.

I crawled out of bed and looked down to see that I was still in my pyjamas, which was good at least, but made me blend into the room. I was in the far right corner, next to me was a window and next to that was a full length, oval shaped, gold mirror. The room was only small, but that was fine by me - I preferred tight spaces to big open ones.

I walked over to the mirror and saw myself staring back - I was deathly pale, as I always was, and my jet black hair was a complete state, the ends flicking out in all directions. My big brown eyes looked ghostly and almost haunting, like I should feel a chill against the nape of my neck but didn't. Yet I liked the look, it seemed to suit me well. But the pyjamas would have to go before I would be able to show my face to figure out what was going on - I knew that just sitting there and screaming would never help me out.

I walked over to the chest of drawers - black of course - to find them empty - as was the other unit. This was not good, but I couldn't just stand around here all day like a pillock, I had to go and find out why I was still here.

I walked over to the door, also black - not like it had been painted black, though, but like it had been made from jet black wood - it must have been stained that way. There was a gold doorknob which matched the mirror exactly, as well as the handles on the chest of drawers - I guess gold and black were kinda the themes of the room.

I lifted my hand to the doorknob, and touched it lightly with the tips of my fingers, experimenting with the handle. I twisted it slowly, and was pleasantly surprised that the door handle would twist and was not locked - but there was something wrong. As I tried to pull the handle, I found that the door was in fact locked.

I pulled the door for what seemed like hours, but to no avail, so I got onto my knees and looked along the crack of the door, trying to see of it could somehow be locked from the outside, but all I found was the side of the door, and the doorframe, with nothing in-between, which meant that there couldn't have been a lock there.

So why wouldn't it budge?

I had no idea, and I didn't get the impression that I was going to find out anytime soon, so I just stood up in a strop, and stomped on of my feet onto the dark black carpet, hoping to make enough noise to get someone in here.

I didn't want to shout, because - all truth be told - I had no idea what I would shout. So I just settled for stomping one of my feet instead.

After a good ten minutes - or at least what felt like ten minutes, I got bored of stomping, as you do, so walked over to the bed and plonked myself down on it.

So, I though, let's take a look at this situation then, shall we? I was sixteen. I was in a completely different country to the one that I knew, grew up in and loved. I knew that I lived next to a boarding school for boys, which also happened to be a boarding school for vampires. I had been kidnapped.

Even I could put two and two together and get four. It was so blatantly obvious. I had refused to join the school of vampires for two reasons. 1) Because I wasn't a boy, therefore it would make no sense. And 2) because I wasn't a vampire, therefore it would make no sense. So I must have been taken by the vampires, because I had refused to join them. Oh, how fun, I though with a sarcastic smile on my face, which dropped as soon as the sentence was over.

So I guess I would just have to wait here, in this dark room - which I kinda liked - all alone - which I kinda liked - and in my pyjamas - which I didn't like quite so much. Trust me to get into this mess!

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