The headmaster had finally released me from lock up, only it was three hours later than everyone else. I rushed from my room, wanting to get some night midmorning air before the bell rang for classes to begin. I clung onto my messenger bag, afraid that some fae or vampire, or werewolf would manage to sniff out my meds. Didn't need that happening. Especially if I wanted to keep my thirst under control. I had to drink bagged blood...and that nightmare always reaccured to me.
How limp she became in my arms...how her eyes grew wide as she began to lose consiousness, and how she whispered to me something that I could never remember. That was only five years ago, and the headmaster had had me on lockdown and these "special" pills incase I got too out of hand. I didn't go feeding with the rest of the vampires, and most of them seemed happy about it. None of them liked me. In fact, no one liked me. I mean if my parents had "liked" me, they would've kept me right?
I pushed through the heavy metal doors and walked towards the thick bushes that I liked to hide in. As I set my foot into the rocks, a hand wrapped around my arm. I was spun around to look into sea green eyes and boy did they look angry. "You," they said sternly. I tensed up, not wanting this...I sniffed him casually...werewolf to get in my way.
"What do you want, Lycan?" I asked rudely. He raised a brow and his grip on my arm was beginning to hurt.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked, firmly. I smirked, my more cocky side starting to show.
"A lycan. That's all I need to know. Now let go of me," I said as I jerked my arm from him. He stepped closer, his odor overpowering.
"I'm the guy who saved your life." My eyes widened and I stepped back, clearly frightened. He chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Relax, lady, I'm not going to finish the jobs that my boys tried to start last night. I just wanted to make sure that you were alright. So...are you?" I tightened my grip on the bags strap, slowly trying to find a way to avoid this situation. He stepped closer, slightly towering over me. I was thankful that I had worn my black wedge boots. They made me at least two and a half inches taller. I glared at him and I began to feel woozy. I brought my hand up to my head, cradling it.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Now go away," I said weakly. I began to walk around him and he grabbed my arm again.
"What's your name?" he asked. I looked over at him, glaring. "You don't smell like a vampire to me...what are you even?" I started to pull away from him, but he held on.
"It's none of your business what I am. Now let me go, wolf boy." He tightened his grip.
"Tell me your name and I'll let you go." I whimpered, suddenly afraid.
"Alice. My name is Alice," I said as I jerked away from him. I took off running as the bell began to ring through the air. He caught up with me, and I could feel his body heat radiating onto me.
"My name is Matthew," he said as he walked beside me. I didn't look at him, my eyes were trained on the headmaster, who was waiting by the big doors for me. His black beady little eyes were practically burning holes in my skull. I mean he was a fae so it's not like he couldn't burn a hole into my face.
"That's nice." I tried to speed up, but he kept the pace with me.
"Why's old Pennylicker looking over here?" I chuckled a little at the headmaster's name.
"I have detention...because I was out last night during the wolves' feeding time." We went up the stairs and Headmaster Licker placed himself inbetween us as we walked through the halls.
"Mr. Stevens, what are you doing with Alice?" he asked. Matthew looked over at me and smiled, shrugging his shoulders.
"Nothing, sir. Was just making sure that she was alright from last night's events."
"Oh believe me she is." The headmaster looked over at me and glared. I let my head hang, not wanting to have him drilling holes into my face again.
