Vampires shouldn't make deals with the Devil

•2• Vampires shouldn't have friends

TYLER

She stuck to me like glue.

After the science lesson, where the teacher announced that whoever we were working with was now our new parter for the rest of the year, Slaythra followed me out, to my next class which was English. She seemed to have the same schedule to me, and she sat beside me up the back. She didn't talk much, but she now was following me to the cafeteria.

I never ate in there - I had my lunch behind the school - but I could shake her off of me. So, I had to go to the cafeteria and pretend as if I were there to eat. But I wasn't.

I sat at a large table in the back corner, and Slaythra sat across from me. She wore her Slayer tank top, ripped jeans and leather ankle high Doc Martins. It seemed like a harsh, edgy way to dress. But as I looked at her, I saw a softness to her.

Her eyes entranced me slightly, and I frowned as I glanced at them. She didn't notice, she was looking into the crowd of blood-bags that had come together.

The orange in her eyes, so much so like flames, and her fiery blood red hair that curled at the ends, a fringe just covering the corner of her left eye. Skin pale, but no where near as pale as mine.

I looked away just as she turned back to me, and I rested my elbows on the table, not saying anything.

I had to remember to breathe - something I haven't done for a long while. Since she was so close to me, she could of noticed the slight hints and there that I wasn't human.

The only time I did breathe was after I was transformed into a blood sucking demon. I used to sometimes freak out when I thought needed to breathe, old habit from breathing when I was mortal. But I quickly remembered that I didn't at all need to breathe.

So my chest rose and fell slightly, as I sucked oxygen into my lungs, and exhaled it.

"You not eating?" She asked as she propped her own elbows up onto the table.

It was quiet cold, and I was surprised she wasn't wearing any sort of jacket or coat. She didn't have goose bumps from the chill either. Maybe she enjoyed the cold.

I didn't answer, just continued to stare at her. She met my gaze, her intense eyes not wavering. She bit her lip, then shrugged. "I don't feel like eating either."

My eyes flickered over to some movement, and I watched as four people strode over, eyes on Slaythra.

Layla, a brunette with dead straight hair, pale blue eyes. Flanking her was her boyfriend Michael, with short blond hair and brown eyes, and two of Layla's bitches - Darcy and Bernadette. Darcy was dark skinned, whilst Bernadette was a snowdrop, with pale hair, skin and eyes.

Slaythra widened her eyes as they came to her side, Layla leaning herself on the table. She smiled, her bracelets jingling as she gestured to Slaythra.

"I see you're the new girl" she purred in a thick Canadian accent.

Slaythra blinked, but didn't respond.

Layla pouted. "So, I'm Layla. And this is Michael" she smirked up at the guy with a flutter of her fake lashes, burning with intense lust. "And who are you?" She looked back to the girl.

"Slaythra" she murmured softly.

Layla scrunched her nose up as she pushed herself back from the table, looking quiet disgusted. "What sort of a fucking name is that?"

Slaythra flinched.

Darcy then spoke. "At least you can change names."

Layla laughed. "Yes! That's true. And you'll also have to change that outfit. I mean, tanks and rips with Doc martins? And the black around the eyes? Total goth."