Secluded Secrets (Watty Awards 2012!)

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Secluded Secrets

Prologue

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Life. The word we all knew like our best friends. To you, it means how you live. To me, it's something overused and disposable.

I hunt down vampires; outlaws you could call them. Once I finish, I'm outtie. I never stay in one place for more than a week. This means I usually rent an apartment for a week or so, or I check into a hotel room.

Usually around seventy percent of the students of the schools I go to are vampires. It's also a "mystery" to the thirty percent humans on how the teachers are so young to have college degrees and teaching jobs already. (Note the sarcasm)

I didn't have any friends, only acquaintances. I didn't need any. I'm always simply just lingering around, unsocial you could call me. There was no need for fun and games.

Anyway, it just so happens that I just finished my job, two minutes ago. I looked in disgust at the bloody mess I had just made. The blood and beheaded man wasn't what disgusted me, it was the man. Jeffrey Tyler was his name. Shame he was a teacher. He raped and murdered sixteen women. I'll take the shame back, because he truly deserved his punishment.

The strands of his greasy hair were scattered all around; on his forehead, on the ground, almost touching his shoulders. His complexion looked very pale, almost turning blue.

Droplets of blooded began to flow down into the nearest sewer, which happened to be right beside him. The alley I was in was always deserted. The place seemed eerie, so no one dared to come. It was dirty and reeked of discomposing garbage; two of the main reasons why people stayed away.

I had driven a stake through his heart, blood stains visible on his white polo shirt, dying them a deep maroon-like color near the heart, dark pink in the surrounding areas He was beginning to disintegrate, something vampires did when they died, so no trace of their life would ever make humans suspicious. Unfortunately for them, there are few people like me who know what they are.

My family, my ancestors did these kinds of things ever since vampires were proved 'real' to them. Nowadays, things were getting worse. I've had to travel all over to finish my jobs. The Yukon, Quebec, New York, California, Texas, Louisiana, you name it.

I walked off and out of the eerie alley as if nothing ever happened; as of the alley wasn't scary.

Living as a vampire gives you a lifetime job to protect yourself. Some can't do that, thus dying. Again.

Life's hard. Deal with it.

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I came back to class, with five minutes to spare from the lunch break. Jeffrey was the teacher I had for the period; history. I didn't expect any teacher to fill in for him, since his disappearance was a little short noticed.

Pretty soon, students came pouring into the classroom, wondering why Mr. Tyler wasn't here yet. Murmurs filled the classroom; predictions and assumptions.

Mr. Ray, the principal, came into the classroom not a second after the little conversations started.

"Students, Mr. Tyler will not be teaching today, and I will take his place." he announced. I knew that he knew about what happened to him. After all, he is a fellow hunter. In fact, he told me where to locate and trap Jeffrey himself. The only reason why he hired Jeffrey in the first place, was to lure him in. He usually committed the crime during the night. He would probably need something to help him blend in during the day, being a teacher was the thing.

The rest of the periods flew by in a trance as I got lost in my thoughts in every one of them. The last period of the day was English. English was the most popular subject preferred by the girls of the high school, human or vampire.