Our Deathly Love

Blood and Paint ball

I groggly opened my eyes, glaring, because I was being shaken. Realizing it was a hand, I angrily slapped it way, but sadly to no avail, I was not tired anymore and I had a feeling like I would not be allowed to go back to sleep. My head pounded from falling asleep with my headphones in again. So I pulled them out, whipping my head torward Jasper, who had an amused smile on his face.

"We are here, sleeping beauty, It's time to get off the bus now!" he said getting up, his eyes watching me wearily as I grabed my bag, shoving my headphones into it quickly.

The bus was filled with noise. Everyone was excided to get off the bus and strech their legs. I watched as the bus driver pulled next to a large pile of some kind covered by a large green tarp. There was definetly something going on. I wondered, curiosity getting the better of me, what was under the tarp. I noticed none of the other buses where near us. I was worried. Where were the other students? I had no choice, though, but to get up and and exit the bus, which was hard to do acounting for the number of students pushing forward from the back of the bus. I walked forward hitting my side hard on the side of one of the seats, a quick pain filled my side. But of course as I said it was minimal and nothing to really worry about.

What was something to worry about was when I was walking down the bus steps, my bag got caught on the railing causing me to start to tumble down the stairs. Jasper, who was right in front of me, would have been taken down as well in my fall, if Mikey haden't yanked my arm hard. My arm hurt horribly from where he had grabed me, although I was knew I was better off having a sore arm then taking down someone in a clumsy mistake. I quitely thanked Mikey for his help, which he returned with a fanged smirk.

At seeing that, I walked quicker and closer to Jasper. The fangs ment Mikey was a vampire. He may not have been the type that attacked me but he was still one of them... See, there are two types of Vamps. The Made Vampires, other wise known as the damned or strigoi, the ones from your nightmares that haunt you, the ruthless ones, the ones from the old stories. They have blood red eyes, they are sencitive to light, although I don't think, unless you left them in direct sunlight for a day, it would kill them. They have to drink blood every day, or they would start to get sick and die-for good. Made Vampires can't become Ghosts. The Vampire that attacked me was a Made Vampire. Mikey was obviously the other type. He had to be a Born Vampire, Moroi. The Born Vampires were just that, Born Vampires. Some of the magic comunity think they are a mutation, a strand of evolution changed. I have no opinion myself personally. I only care about facts, what are proven true, not speculation. And the facts are that they have no set eye color, or have to drink blood every day. More like once a week, maybe more if sick or weak, or they will start to die, like the damned. Sunlight varies, but from what I heard the most they can get is a painful sun burn.

I should not be as shocked as I was. He did walk quite vampish, a bit on the sly side. Obviously quick if he was able to stop my fall.

But I had bigger things to worry about because when I stepped off the bus, the driver who was now standing outside the bus pulled back the tarp, handed me a gun, a bag, and a white tee shirt with a green stripe down it.

I stared worriedly at the gun. This was not in the pamphlet. I still walked forward, following Jasper.

"Don't worry its just a paint-ball gun," Jasper said, pulling his tee-shirt over his head; it had the same green stripe on it, like everyone that got off our bus.

Chloe, Arya, Mikey, Jasper and I found a spot to sit down on. The grass iched my skin uncomfortably as I sat down. We all seemed to dump the contents of our bags at once. Curiosity blooming in our eyes. In the bags were:

*Saftey Glasses

* A map of the school

*A map of the grounds