By the Light of the Blood Red Moon

The Half-blood in English Class

After lunch, Marcie and I went to our first class, English.The class was run by and sixty year old man that was probably born a little after I did. Oh the irony. He also looked like the guy Marcie almost dated.

"Hey, Marcie doesn't the teacher look kind of like that guy Mark, you almost dated." I whispered. Marcie gave me a 'HOLY CRUD' look.

"Wow, life just got awkward," Marcie placed her head neatly on her desk.

"This is the one bad thing about being immortal. Your old stalkers become your new, old English professors.

"Alright, class let me introduce my self and tell you a bit about the class. My name is Mark Fisher,you may call me Mr. Fisher, not Mr. F or Mark and anyone who calls me Daddy M, will have detention for six weeks, understand. I'm Sixty- five, I'm not married and I graduated from this wonderful school." he clapped his hands and walked back behind the solid wood desk. " This class is not a blow off class,if you don't do the homework and don't study YOU WILL FAIL. Understood." The so far quiet class muttered understanding.

Wow Marcie's stalker turned mean, real mean.

"Alright, time to take role. If I mispronounce your name, I sincerely don't care, so just say what you want to be called and I will think about remembering it." He started reading off the list of names, everyone was saying 'here' in a very scared manner. Well, I keep forgetting that these people were only 17 or 18, and they don't have as much confidence as someone as old as I.

When the "D's" rolled around I knew we were in for a surprise.

"Marcie Douglas......" There was a sharp in take of breath from Mark (I can call him what ever I want too) He looked at the pendent hanging around Marcie's pale neck. We were going to get found out because of a bloodstone vamp pendent. This could mean a bunch of mind erasing and paperwork.

"Here," Marcie said raising her beautifully manicured nails." but I don't want to be called Marice, it's to old plus it's my grandmothers name and she is well......not with us anymore."One solitary tear slipped out of her eye. I have to give Marcie some credit, she can think on her feet. "She gave me here favorite necklace to me right before she passed." She touched the sun charm that hung around her neck.She was really liking the attention.

"Alright what would you liked to be called then Ms. Douglas." He tapped his impatient foot against the cream colored linoleum.

"Umm," Marcie's face was failing. "Just call me Marcie I guess I just need to deal with the sadness." The rest of the class had a dismal look on there faces.

"Fine, Thank you for wasting most of my class time to come to that conclusion Ms. Douglas." Mark continued to read though the list. I was about to doze off when a note hit my desk. It was written in Marcie's prefect script.

Are you sure it's a siren???

I threw the note discreetly back at Marcie. She caught it with grace, and scribbled something on it, then through it back.

Honey, of course right I'm a freaking vampire and if you think I'm wrong take a look at Ms. Siren herself. She is the blonde beauty queen with the mirror and the stink of a halfblood. Back row third seat

I turned in my seat towards where the back row was. Marcie didn't lie this chick rang siren.She had long, straight blonde hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen, and I have seen newly made vampires eye and they're pretty freaking blue. She was probably about 5' 8", model height. Definitely part siren. She had some flaws which helped show that she was a just a half blood. Like the giant scar running from her knee to her ankle. A full blood's skinwould've healed perfectly. I turn around towards front right as my name was being called.