All I Ever Needed

Chapter 1

CAUTION:This story WILL contain violence and scenes that may frighten some. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in-"

"No magic on campus!" Mrs. Z yelled.

I peered at her from over my glasses and shut my copy of the play Julius Caesar. I giggled to myself as she gave the stank eye to some witches in their freshman year. It's ironic because Mrs. Z is a warlock herself and is known for breaking the law and using her own magic.

The freshman's hurriedly walked away and threw their lunch away. I packed away my book as the bell rang. 4 more classes and then I can go home, snuggle in my bed, get my copy of Of Poseidon, grab some hot chocolate, and just relax while the rain continued to pour down.

Sounds like a pretty good night to me.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder I headed towards the trash can. And like always: I felt as if I was being watched. Chunking my trash I quickly looked over my shoulder. Reed, the vampire prince held my gaze. A shiver ran down my spine as he licked his protruding fang.

The vampires at this school are not my favorite creatures. They're rude, stuck up, and don't know how to keep to themself. It's literally like they have no self conscience, or they don't really care. The females are know for those traits...the men are rather...lustful. They look at humans like they're starving and stare at other creatures in curiosity.

But the way he looks at me now is curious and lustful, yet distant. Me, a human, is getting looked at like a prize by the vampire prince. I quickly averted my gaze from his and walked past him towards my class. Just before I got to my classroom I looked over my shoulder once again, only seeing his blonde hair and tall frame heading out of the exit.

Adverting my eyes I quickly walked into my English class; taking a seat near the back.

"Okay class. Please get out Julius Caesar. We will be doing some analyzing today." Mr. Tutore sat in his brown sofa at the front of the room and crossed his legs.

I smiled at his easiness. His classroom was by far my favorite. The walls were colored with a tan color and the room was surrounded with big oak bookshelves. Sofas and couches were placed randomly around the room and student were aloud to sit wherever as long as we listened. We don't get freedom like that in other classrooms.

Mr. Tutore isn't human though. He's the current Alpha of the Blood Moon pack that watches over our town. Werewolves are the most trusted and respected of the supernaturals in this small town, explaining why they're running it.

The teenage werewolves at my school usually stay in the shadows and if something ever goes wrong they'll make an appearance. They're the only creatures that fascinate me though, not just because they're shape shifters but because of the beauty they behold. Never have I ever seen a non-attractive werewolf. They're looks often mesmerize me and I'll catch myself staring, so I try and make it a habit to stay far away from them. If they get the wrong idea about me I'll end up being their dinner one night.

Although the werewolves are often gentle they are known to be protective and territorial. Meaning they can be dangerous if not taken seriously. So, even though the werewolves at my school are on the student council you'll often find them also sitting in detention hall for bearing someone up. And those someone's are often the vampires and their big mouths.

Speaking of big mouths.

"Brutus wouldn't be a hero in my mind." Saline, a chalky white, red lipped, white headed, vampire chirped. She tapped her long black fingernails on her desk and stared at Mr. Tutore daringly as if she dared him to protest.

And happily he did.

"Well Ms. Saline. The question was 'how is Brutus a tragic hero?' There is a difference." Mr. Tutore took his glasses off his face and folded them, laying them on his lap preparing for a long discussion.

Saline huffed and sat back in her chair, "Oh."

Even though I knew the answer to the question I refused to start the discussion. Instead began looking around the room at former classmates.

Me. Tutore cleared his throat. Oh no. I feel a pair if eyes on me again. And it's the teachers this time. I locked eyes with him and shook my head slightly. Don't do-

"Ms. Annora. Why is Brutus a tragic hero?"

And he did it. Just like that. He made all eyes look back at me.

I nervously smiled and cleared my throat, "Well he was born into a Nobel family. He was loved by many and suffered through a tragic cause. He does what he thinks is best for Rome but unfortunately falls on his own sword for what he has done. So in many reasons he's seen as a hero for his followers but a murderer by the followers of Caesar. And even though he was once loved by the city of Rome they turn against him due to their adoration toward Antony. So really I could go on all day about this but-" I looked at the bored expressions of my classmates, "I think that sums it up."

Mr. Tutore smiled at me and nodded, "Very nice. Someone did their reading in this class."

As Tutore continued on with his lesson I tried to calm myself down and to stop shaking. I hate when this happens. I know everyone's looking at me and yet I get so carried away.

I shiver as I feel eyes on me. I look up from my shaking hands and am met by the gaze of a brown haired, black eyes boy. Chase Tutore. The soon to be Alpha. He smirks at me as he catches me looking and a warmth spreads through me. Making me blush even more.

Chase is a werewolf too. Being the son of Mr. Tutore, and the next in line for Alpha. His brown hair and black eyes were unique. Well, from what I could tell. Every other werewolf I have seen has hazel eyes. He's unique, which is odd. But I like it and I like it even more when his black eyes are staring at me.

The shiver that when down my spine when I felt Reed staring at me was cold and bone chilling. The stare from Chase made me warm and feel safe. But I just have now noticed it, I guess I don't pay attention to him as much as I am now.

Which reminds me that I need to stop staring.

Tearing my eyes from him I stood from my seat as the bell rang.

2 more classes...