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Today was my first day of vampire etiquette. To say I wasn't looking forward to it would be a serious understatement. I entered my first class of 'vampire 101' held in room 101.I think they were trying to be funny here, but it was clearly not working, noted by the frown on my face. I walked into the class hurrying to an empty seat in the back of the class hoping to go unnoticed.

The only downside was I stuck out like an eye soar to the entire class room. I might've had like 60 eyes glued to my form when I had huddled to the back of the class.

" Hey, I'm Rebecca, but most call me fox." A tall redhead said to me, and I gotta admit she looked like a fox to me. When she realized I had failed to reply she quickly added in," you can too, if you want.

"What's your name?"

"Elenora." And just as I said this to her the teacher called on me and asked me to introduce myself. I could already tell I wasn't going to like this Ms. Fletcher.

"properly,"she added when I failed to leave my seat.

"Hello, my name is Elenora Countaker, I come from Michigan. I'd rather be on Facebook, alive, and not a vampire." I smiled as I finished this statement and looked to the teacher.

The teacher turned to me with an ever smugger look about her face.

"Well I guess your lucky card was not drawn, cause your dead, a vampire, and all social sites are withdrawn, erased, deleted, and confiscated from our fellow vampires until they have passed. Anyways I regret to inform you that no one knows you from your former life, you were forgotten like a nasty bug on the wall." Finishing this statement she smiled, and walked to the white board. I only saw a few letters before I was out of the classroom like a lightning bolt and walking up the steps to my dorm.

I was about to use my key and open the door when I heard disturbing sounds leaking through the doorway.

"Um" I quietly mumbled to myself as I turned my ear toward the door. I heard it pretty clear this time.

"Mmmmmm...huh...huh..." there was some defenite deep breathing going on in there and I didn't think it was exersize either.grunt...moan... yeah this was just peachy I found out my roommate Heather was, by the sound, of it, a whore.I ditched the idea of going into the room, and

with another grunt and a moan I made my way to the public bathroom.

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