Dark Ridge - Walking In The Day

Dark Ridge - Part Two

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"You realize, Sarah, that I really don't need high school," began Kameron, her translucent blue eyes smiled but her lips were not pulled into her trademark half-cocked grin. "I mean, I have all the time in the world to learn whatever I need, when will I ever use algebra? Or biology, I know all I need to know. Or anatomy and physiology, I can find a pulse like no one else can." Kameron moved around the kitchen, giving Sarah pleading looks.

It wasn't that Kameron hated school, she hated the hiding she did while in school, hiding her true nature.

"Uh huh," said Dr. Sarah Covington. "We've been over this."

"I know, I need to seem human," repeated Kameron with a sweet sigh on her full lips.

"You are human," corrected Sarah with an edge to her voice.

"I'm a vampire," Kameron reminded her in a singsong voice. It was the same tone she used to mesmerize someone into utter submission. "Let's not

forget what I am."

"Who walks in the sunlight," counted Sarah, mixing a dash of sugar into her orange juice. "Who can move at the speed of thought, who can see in variations of heat and sound and isn't bothered by garlic in the least."

"We haven't tried the stake yet, should we?" teased Kameron, stealing a donut from the counter when Sarah's back was turned. Wolfing down the treat and wiping the white powder from her chin and lips before Sarah saw her. Then, catching sight of a spot of blood on the back of her hand, she licked that clean before Sarah saw that also. Kameron loved to remind Sarah that she wasn't human, but instead a vampire, but Kameron didn't like being sloppy. And a spilt drop was very sloppy.

"No," said Sarah with an accompanying grunt. "Now, how about you get to school?"

"Yes, off to school with me," said Kameron with a long sigh. What good was school doing her when she might live five hundred years? Her age, or rather, her aging wasn't something that she and Sarah had cemented as of yet. Her nature as a vampire had only emerged in during puberty, so her aging may well begin to slow now. She wore the same size clothes as she had last year; her weight never fluctuated, even when Kameron ate rather gluttonously.

"Then I think you should get going, don't you? It is the first day of school, you don't want to be late, do you?" asked Sarah, kissing Kameron's forehead.

"I should get going," echoed Kameron in a blasé tone. "I wouldn't want to be late my first day."

This was a familiar play with them, since if Kameron wanted; she could hypnotize Sarah with a mere thought, so instead, they reversed the roles in a playful banter. This trait, or power, or gift, as Kameron thought of it, was the best of what she could do as a vampire. To charm and hypnotize with a thought, with the sound of her voice, this was something that Kameron had a hard time not doing. Why go to school when you can talk Bill Gates into giving you millions? But, alas, Sarah had put an end to those wild thoughts, doing something like that would call attention to herself.

"Are you taking the bus or the death trap?" asked Sarah, hoping that Kameron would rather ride the bus and not The Trap.

"The Trap, baby," grinned Kameron wildly, dashing out the door on sure-footed feet, her back pack already on her shoulder and the door swung closed at almost the same moment as the car door slammed.

Sarah hung her head, rolling her eyes sarcastically. "I should have known...."

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"Kameron!" called out Principal Harkness.