Loving The Undead

Chapter 9

Vesper's Point Of View

"I'm Annabel Barkley. I like shopping, money, and older guys." She said the last part in a seductive manner, licking her lips. I rolled my eyes at her slutty behaviour. I was still mad that he decided to embarrass me in front of the class. He kept trying to get my attention, but I ignored him. Our new substitute teacher had this odd aura about him that made me extremely uneasy. As he left to go help Annabel with her locker I turned to Nya and finally gave in to his pestering. "Vespppyy." He whined, shortening my name and dragging out most of the syllables. "What Nya?" I snapped, my eyes narrowed in anger and annoyance. "I-i'm sorry.." He mumbled, his eyes downcast, as his hair covered his face. "Nya," I sighed and calmed down my tense position, "I'm sorry Nya, that teacher just gives me a bad vibe." I say. He looks at me like he knows something that I don't and cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah. Me too." He said vaguely. I studied his body language and analyzed the way he worded his statement and came to the conclusion that he was lying to me. "What is it that you know Nya? And don't give me some crap answer either." I warned, my voice at a low whisper. Just as he was about to speak Mr. Gonzalez walked in. He had a deep cocky smirk on his face, his eyes scanning the class until they landed on me in a hard stare. I held his stare, it was like I was in a trance I couldn't look away. I felt something in me stir in the pit of my stomach. I felt my stomach clench and churn uncomfortably. His eyes went dark in a matter of seconds. I gasped and looked away from his burning gaze. I started to pant and my vision started to blur. It was like he had sucked the life out of me. I gasped for air, my lungs burning with need. Nya looked at me and held my shoulders trying to calm me down. I was having yet another panic attack and it seemed like it was being amplified like never before. Nya looked up at Mr. Gonzalez and practically growled at him.  I looked down at my hands and there was this odd black ink appearing on my hands and arms. it swirled and laced around each other in intricate loops and swirls. It was like a branding iron being stamped into my arms. I screamed, the pain paralyzing as I shook and cried out. Everyone went In to a frenzy trying to help me, but whenever someone would touch my skin it would hurt worse. Nya held me and it didn't hurt as much, but was still painful. I thrashed about out of the chair and his arms. My body convulsed and shook as if I were having a seizure. "Mr. Gonzalez get someone down here!" Some girls screamed. By this point all the voices seemed muddled and unclear. I tried to look desperately for a familiar face, but everyone's face was blurry. The last thing I remember is Mr. Gonzalez and his hard, cold stare.