The Murder Of Willowstream

Ch.02 Enter The King

 Alaric Santana was as typical as a you could get when you think "Young adult Vampire". Tall, looming just over six-foot in height, he held cut features with a jaw line like chiselled marble. Hair the colour of a ravens wing, that was short and spiked upwards. His eyes were a smokey blue in colour, and they never failed to always appear as if a single glance was enough to cut to the bone. He was the "bad-boy" with porcelain skin. A flavour for black, and smelling of leather, whiskey, cigarettes, and most importantly: sex. A small, silver, crucifix hung over the white, low cut, t-shirt that did nothing to hide the swell of his muscular chest.

He was confident, powerful, and knew it. With a father that owns the towns quarry, and half the town itself, why wouldn't he be? If Vampires are territorial creatures: the town of Willowstream was his fathers territory, and the school? The school was Alaric's.

He pretended not to notice the hushed gazes that he had captured as he strode into second period, momentarily feeling a shiver of satisfaction as he bathed in the total attention, as he perused the tables dotted around the room. They were arranged in such a way that it was four to a table, before finally settling on the one he had chosen.

He walked over, stopping when he saw someone in his seat. Who dares to sit in the kings throne? Regardless of whether it was made of cheap plastic, if Alaric chose it, it must be a throne.

Alaric smirked as the young man with dirty blonde hair seemed to feel his presence. Immediately halting his cheerful conversation with a shudder as he crooned his neck to turn to see who was behind him.

"You're in my seat." Alaric said, his voice was low and soft. As if stating a fact that was synonymous with common sense and that this was nothing more than a slip of the mind. An accident of a forgetful student, surely too clogged up with his studies to think about what he was doing.

"O-oh" He stammered, the metal legs of the chair squeaking as it scrapped along the floor, and he grabbed his belongings blubbering a quick "Sorry" as he ducked out and away while Alaric sat, face to face with the unamused and perked eyebrow of Lilly Flowers.

"Lilly, hows the Devil doing?" Alaric preened as he leaned back in the chair and clicking his back with a stretch before interlocking his fingers behind the back of his head.

"I don't know, I haven't spoken to your dad in a while." She quipped almost immediately. Alaric loved this, and truth be told: Lilly loved it too.

Alaric was the only one out of the group that didn't have at least a small fear of Lilly. She loved them all, respected them all, of course. But Alaric she respected the most. Whether he truly was fearless or just stupid was up for questioning.

She tucked a strand of fiery red hair behind her ear, while smiling as she rummaged through her book bag and procuring a various assortment of books and pens.

"This is one class, why do you have so many supplies for one class?" Alaric mused, though he already knew the answer.

"Because you have none, and I am the one who looks after everybody remember?" She said tossing him his copy of his work book and a pen which he pinned to the table with a quick hand.

"I don't remember voting on that. Besides, its not like it matters. I won't even need to work after school. I have quite the inheritance, ya know."

"I'm sure your dad will be so proud of an uneducated, only so--"

"Sorry, Lilly?" A girl interrupted as she leaned over from a nearby desk. Her hair was the colour of straw, almost reaching the floor in length, and held into a loose ponytail. Alaric couldn't help but glower with slight disdain at the interruption.