School of the Supernatural

Amber: Vampires Should Burn

I sit alone in my room, violently jamming buttons on my Xbox controller. "No! Ah, you fucking hack! Little bitch, I was lagging!" I shout into my headset. Howls of laughter erupt through the headphones and I leave the lobby, standing up. I walk out the door and leave a trail of burnt footsteps behind me.

I slam my way into the centre of the schoolyard, sitting on the bottom step. It's around three in the afternoon and no one's out here yet--strange. I look up. Yeah, there's no one. 

I feel a foot ram into my back. Launching up I shout, "Hey, what's wrong with--" I stop, frozen mid-sentence. "Sorry," the girl mumbles. I know who she is from one glance .The motherfucking princess. Will appears behind her and scolds, "Miss Amber, you always bow to the princess." I feel my sarcasm kicking in and say, putting my hands on my hips, "Aha, excuse me? I don't bow to anyone, not even the bitch who thinks she's cool 'cause she wears a tiara."

Will gives me a calm look. "Amber. Apologize, and then bow." I give him a glower and whip my hand around, a lick of fire flickering onto the princess' hair. She squeals, trying to get it out. "Damn, why don't vampires just burn like candle wicks?" I mutter, walking off.

Why do vampires always rule? Why not give another race a shot at the throne? I mean, sprites are the intellectual race. Pixies are the neutral ones. Those two are good choices. Angels...nah, they'd just try to make everyone happy. That would end badly. Elves aren't stable enough yet, what with all of their recent wars. Werewolves are close to extinct, though they're extremely wise. But no matter how bad a choice one seems to be, demons will always be at the end.

Why?

Not all demons suck. Well, my mother did. She abandoned me. My father did the same, just before my mother did. So my parents sucked, but I don't. I'm just a little sour.

I stamp my foot angrily, a wave of fire spreading out over the courtyard. I turn to stomp away and run face-first into a boy. He falls back, as do I. "Whoa! Ah, sorry ma'am," the boy says, launching to his feet and helping me up. I ignore him and go to continue off, but he follows me. "What's your name?" the boy asks. I glance over at him. His ears are pointed--elf. He wears a bright smile that shows off his bright white teeth. His eyes are a light, pale blue. I mumble, "Amber. Who wants to know?" I'm not a people person, in case you can't tell.

"I'm Finley. I think I've seen you before in self defense class. Yeah, you're undefeated. You don't look like a fighter." I look at him and growl, "You wanna find out? 'Cause I'll show you." He steps back with his hands up, grinning. "Hey, it's fine." He continues to follow me as I walk over to my room.

I whip around and cross my arms. "Can I help you?" Finley shakes his head and apologizes, "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I was following you. Well, I'm here, so let's hang out." He walks past me into my room. I blink, confused. Are you kidding me?

Finley sits down on my bed, looking through a stack of photos. I say, "Do you walk into girls' rooms and paw through their stuff often?" He answers, smiling, "No, no one really talks to me."

"I can't imagine why," I mutter under my breath.

I sit beside Finley and he looks at my video games and films. He yanks something out and exclaims, "What?! You like Fullmetal Alchemist?!" I nod, "Yeah, I love the series. When I figured out they made a movie I--"

Finley practically dives to my TV, shoving the disc into the player. He falls back on the bed as it starts. I can't help but crack a smile at his childish behaviour. 

The movie plays on and I start to drift off. Finley shakes me awake and I groan, "Dammit Fin, let me sleep." He laughs, pushing me upright. He grins and says, "No one calls me Fin." I reply, "Then I'll continue to call you that." He sighs, still smiling.

"Well then, I'm giving you a nickname. Amber isn't really suiting anyway," he says. Fin looks at me and says, "I'll call you Hon. Just to make you mad." I glare at him and try to swing my fist, but he rushes out the door first. While he's gone, I look at the telly screen. A smile forms on my lips. 

Give me a call, okay? His number's scrawled sloppily across the screen in Expo marker.