Sendaya was not like her classmates.
Sitting in the noisy class, she watched as the ignorant beings around her continued to be oblivious. It reminded her of her own obliviousness once, before she died.
Things were different now. Death changed her. What she became changed her.
She could feel the hunger arising, growing like a weed between the cracks of a cement pathway. It was getting stronger with every hour. Luckily this was the last lesson of the day. The teacher had stupidly trusted the class to be quiet and went on an errand. She couldn't believe that human beings, which were believed to be the most evolved species on Earth, could at the age of 16 act like such primitive animals. The only reason she refrained from going insane was the constant reminder her body left her. It reminded her that she didn't fall into the category of these primitives, the human race.
She was part of a species that was even more evolved than human beings. They were created from the remnants of humans, reborn without the imperfections of their former species. Their race had been exposed by a man named Bram Stoker. Luckily no one had believed any of the fake nonsense about their kind that he had written about in his book, Dracula. They were not identified by the name of Vampire, but were actually known as Kyketsuki. Since the first of their race had derived in Japan, the name of their species would be Japanese.
Sendaya was not Japanese. There were many of them now, all over the world, disguising themselves as humans. It was the largest act of trickery that was committed in the society of humanity. The problem was that there were too many humans for the Kyketsuki to reveal themselves. They could not teach the humans because it was in human nature to fight off and repulse the unknown. So they went about silently, hiding in the shadows of the living.
Much of what humans thought her species were like, was not true. Though she did not like human food, she possessed no sensitivity towards garlic. The sun did her no harm, she did not sparkle, she could be seen in a mirror, she was not immortal. The only reason her species lived so long was because of their nourishment sources, which included blood. Since her body had risen from its imperfections and rebuilt itself according to all the mistakes it had made as a living human, Sendaya was able to access more of her brain capacity, move objects around her using frequencies that her brain gave off, absorb every edge of nutrition from all types of blood.
She was indestructible. As long as she fed herself, nothing could kill her.
Sensing that the bell would ring in a few seconds, she packed her books away and stood up. The whole class looked at her as if she was crazy and were soon interrupted by the ringing bell. She needed to get out, she could feel the hunger taking over. The class was dismissed and Sendaya rushed out of class.
She sensed a young man walking home alone on an abandoned street nearby. She was there before she could register moving.
He had green eyes and dyed black hair. Grabbing his shoulders, she turned his body towards her, slid her hand into his soft hair and pulled on it, watching his neck arch and expose the soft thin skin and the pulsating blood hiding beneath.
Sendaya did not hesitate and she sliced her sharp teeth deep into the arteries in his neck with a precision that she'd acquired through countless murders that she had committed over the years. A burst of liquid metal erupted within her mouth and streamed down her throat, traveling faster than light through her body. Every cell in her body started to burst with the life that was now being drained from the boy. She could feel and hear his heartbeat as if it were her own, and it went from a loud throb inside her head to a soft uneven background beat.
The boy died in her arms, his dead eyes still staring into her own.
She buried his body under an oak tree nearby and started off to wherever she was going.
Sendaya was definitely not like her classmates, or any human for that matter.
