The Hampton Academy For Vampires

Albino Goth

My alarm blares.
It's far too early for this.
I looked down at my arm, seeing the cuts from yesterday.
I don't like doing this to myself.
I cut multiple times a day. It's my coping mechanism.
I grab out my little razor blade, cutting five times across my wrist.
My muscles tense every time.
I put a temporary bandage on it and grabbed my shower bag.
Heading the the female dormitory showers, I see a couple down the hall from my room making out. Today is a free day, no classes.
I stare at my naked self in the metallic walls of the showers.
Scars. They're everywhere.

Stop! Stop! Mom please stop!
My mother rakes her nails on my face, leaving deep wounds.
Dark blood coats her hands.
My vision is blurry, red.
My face burns.
All the while her boyfriend does unspeakable things to me...

I return to myself. I slump against the wall, clamping my hand over my mouth to hide a scream.
A sob follows.
The warm water trails over my skin as I sit there trying to regain my senses.
Another sob escapes my lips.
I hear laughing.
My shower curtain flies open.
"Having another anxiety attack in the shower?" The first girl asks, a sadistic smile on her face.
Another steps into the shower, kicking me in the side.
I make no movement or sound as the blows continue.
They leave.
I stand, my body aching.
I shake lightly as I slowly wash myself.
I put a better bandage on my fresh cuts and put on a long sleeve shirt, after pulling on my underwear.
My white clothes hang around my bust.
My thin waist hidden by my T-shirt.
I guess you could say I'm top heavy.
I do my white lipped and lined makeup.
My lips and eyes done to my satisfaction, I leave the stall.
I put my bag in my room and look to my window.
I bet it's roughly half an hour till breakfast.
I walk to my window, slowly climbing onto the ledge outside it.
A breeze sways my layered hair, swinging up from my knees. The soft white smear the edges of my vision. The curls tickle my lips.
The dark sky is covered in stars. I stare out at the trees hugging the campus.
The academy runs on a nocturnal schedule to accommodate the fact is filled to the brim with vampires.
I too, am one.
I'm not that important though. I'm just a Guardian. I protect the royal vampires.
I stare down the eighteen story fall.
Sometimes, I want to jump.
I turn to the building.
Scaling two more stories, I reach the roof.
I lay flat on it under the sky, breathing in the fresh air.
I think I'll practice today.
Glancing around one last time, I climb back down.
I walk the corridors of the academy after leaving the dorm, until I find myself at the cafeteria.
I slip through the half opened door, and into the Japanese line.
"I'm in the mood for Japanese today too." Zandra says, popping up behind me.
She pokes my nose, cutting in front of me in line.
"How are you today?" I ask, my voice quiet.
"I'm spectacular, Winter. How are you?"
She dances around lightly.
"I'm fine."
"I'm glad." She says, smiling at me.
I smile back.
She touches my hip and I wince a little.
"They beat you again in the shower didn't they?"
I nodded.
"They're just upset cause you're super curvy and they aren't. I mean, look at your thighs!"
She's my best friend.
Once through the line, we ease our way through the crowd of rambunctious teenage vampires, to our table in the corner of the room.
As we walk past his table next to ours, Adrian locks eyes with me.
He turns away, bored expression as always.
"Maybe he looks at you like that because he doesn't want you to know he likes you?" Zandra says.
"I couldn't care less right now." I say.
But I glance at him anyway.
His hair hangs a little past his waist, and like mine, it's filled with layers.
But his is black. With nine inch crimson ends. The crimson color works its way up his hair to his bangs.
His eyes dart to mine.
They are dark emerald green.
Somehow bright.
Vivid, vibrant green.
As the sharp green bores into my own sapphire blue, my breath catches.
I look away.
"Couldn't care less, huh?" Zandra whispers, more to herself than anything.
I sneak another peek under my white eyelashes.
He brings a small piece of chicken to his mouth.
His black finger nails gleam lightly.
I glance down at my matte white nails, slowly twisting noodles around my fork.
I bring my fork into my mouth.
Accidentally scraping my teeth with my fork, a small sound escapes.
Adrian's eye fly over this way, disturbed by the sound.
Embarrassed, I look down.
Sometimes I hate how good vampire senses are.
My own sharp ears hear him whispering to his brother.
His twin. They look just alike except where Adrian's hair has red, Maxwell's has white.
"Why do you keep looking over there?" Maxwell whispers.
"She keeps looking at me." Adrian murmurs.
Maxwell' voice is much deeper than Adrian's. Adrian's is already pretty deep. And husky.
I lick over my fangs, along with the rest of my teeth after I finish eating.
I have twelve fangs.
Where a normal person would have basic canine teeth, I have long fangs. And then I have two smaller ones to go with each one of the four. A small fang on each side of the long ones.
So in total, I have twelve.
"What do you want to do today?" Zandra asks.
"I was planning to go to the work out room." I say.
"That's boring. You are already the best Guardian in training, out of males and females, do you really need that much training?" She asks, exasperated.
"That's how you stay the best."
After breakfast, Zandra and I part ways.
After changing into my training clothes, shorts and a tank top, I begin working on a punching bag.
After a while, my father walks in with Adrian.
"Hey, sweetheart!" My dad calls when he notices me.
I nod to him, continuing my jabs into the hard leather.
Mark Hampton. My father. Waist length white hair, flat ironed to straight.
Winter Stone Hampton is my name.
We are like the royals of the Guardians. The best of the best. It's been in the Hampton lineage forever.
Just like Dragomir's are the royalist out of the royals.
Adrian's a Dragomir.
They seem to watch me.
After a while, my dad comes over and kisses my forehead and leaves.
I spend the whole day working out, skipping lunch.
After showering off in the work out room showers, I head to dinner.
This is the meal I always spend with my father in the Guardian tower.
"So. Do you think I'll be able to be Zandra's Guardian." I ask him.
"She isn't a Dragomir you know." He says.
"I know."
"Wouldn't you rather a more important role?" He asks.
"I would like to be her Guardian."
"I'll see what I can do but I can't promise."
Just then another group walks in. Adrian among them.
Adrian's father is the best friend of mine. He could have my father as a Guardian but always refuses. So my father keeps his role as the Headmaster.
"Hey Joseph." My father says as the long black haired man seats himself next to him.
Adrian sits across from me.
I ignore Joseph and my father's conversation, staring down at my food.
"Hello." Adrian says quietly.
I glance up at him silently. Still chewing food.
We hold eye contact for a moment and then I turn my eyes down.
"Hello." I say, once I'm no longer chewing.
He stares at me for a moment and I don't look up at him.
It's not very often that they join us for dinner at the tower, but it's normally an awkward silence between us when they do. This is the first time it's been broken.
After dinner, I walk back to my room.
Laying on my bed, I grab my razor blade again.