Invasion

Chapter One * Snare

Monday

    "Hey... Poverty Boy. Wake up."
    I blinked myself awake, dragging in air as I pulled my head up off of my desk with a frown and looked around in confusion at the empty seats surrounding me. The quality of light was different from when I'd laid my head on my arms and fallen asleep during seventh period. The large windows showed a pitch black night sky, leaving the room illuminated by nothing but the unnatural glow of fluorescent bulbs.
    "Shit," I mumbled, wiping a few drops of drool off my lips with the back of my hand and mentally going over my schedule. I didn't have work, so nothing crucial had been lost, but I could've at least gotten much better sleep if I'd gone back to my dorm room after class and slept in my bed.
    Suddenly, I recalled the voice that had woken me and the words 'Poverty Boy'. My lips curled in disgust and I spun around to find the source of the insult. My heart skipped a beat and sank when my eyes fell on the tall figure standing at the head of the otherwise empty classroom. I was fucked. I stood up in a flash, my desk skittering a few inches across the floor as I shoved myself out of it. The sound of it scraping across the tile tore through the quiet in the room and then disappeared, leaving only my pounding heart and panicked breaths.
    Kim NamJoon stood silently staring at me, hands in his pockets, a little smirk on his face. In a school full of elite spoiled brats, he topped them all. Not only was his family unimaginably wealthy and powerful, they were an ancient line of pure-blooded vampires. Rare and untouchable, he moved through the school as if he owned it. What the fuck was he doing talking to me ?
    He allowed one small 'ha' to fall from his lips, showing that he was amused by my reaction. Shrugging a shoulder lazily, his eyes flicked over me. He was wearing the more formal version of our school uniform: black slacks and a silver trimmed black blazer with a black and silver striped tie. It was expertly rumpled as if someone had prepared him for a magazine shoot. I was dressed in the casual version of our uniform: black, gray and white plaid pants topped with a gray cardigan. Where his hair was ever so slightly in disarray, mine was probably standing on end and I could definitely feel the pattern the knit fabric of my cardigan had left on my cheek as I was sleeping.
    He was a beautiful future scion and I was a poverty boy, just as he'd said. I did my best to avoid all of them, the rich clueless morons who filled every room of the school. I didn't associate with them, didn't speak to them, tried not to even look at them. But that strategy was failing me now. I'd made the mistake of meeting his eyes and now I was trapped. I couldn't move to turn my head away or even blink long enough to break eye contact.
    He reached up to carelessly flick his fingertips through his hair. "I fell asleep and missed dinner. I'm hungry."
    My lips formed into an "O" as I began to say 'what?' but the sound never left my mouth. There was no need to wonder aloud why he was bothering to tell me that he was hungry. He was a vampire and I was a bag of blood. The word "no" fell quietly from my lips as the realization sank in.
    "You're telling me no?" he drawled with a little smile, smoothly lifting an eyebrow.
    All of the muscles in my body tensed. If he hadn't been holding me captive with his gaze, I'd have bolted. I sucked in a painful breath. I hadn't really been telling him no. The word had been an unconscious protest against my habitually terrible luck, but that didn't mean that I was going to agree to let him feed on me. I took in another deep breath and forced words out of my mouth.     "There must be someone else."
    "Nope," he said, his voice a mockery of cheerfulness. "It's late. There's you and a couple making out in the library. It would be inconsiderate of me to come between them."
    My stomach turned at his amused tone, his feigned concern. Desperation was clawing in my chest. "There are teachers...and janitors."
    He scoffed and reached up to loosen his necktie. "I don't feed on teachers. I'm not interested in the drama that would cause, and I have no taste for blood reeking with the smell of cleaning supplies."
    My muscles strained painfully as I tried with all of my might to get them to move. He gave a little laugh under his breath and smiled at me tauntingly . "Run. Please run. It will make you taste so much better."