BEEP BEEP BEEP! Samantha groaned as she heard her alarm go off and she slammed a hand down on the clock. It was another boring day, another early morning. She sighed heavily, lifting herself out of bed and stumbling across the white carpet as she pulled a blanket off her bed by accident. She stared into the mirror. Her black hair was everywhere, her pajama pants loose and her tang-top rolled up so her thin slender ivory stomach showed. She laughed and then walked to the bathroom, fixing her hair up and washing her face and quickly brushing her teeth.

She then walked to her room, undressing and changing into some skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with chibi pumpkins on the front and she giggled slightly. Her birthday was almost here, and she was excited about that, even though exciting things rarely ever happened. She hard the bus honk and she quickly grabbed her backpack that was slightly unzipped and ran down the stairs, grabbing an apple and fleeing out the door as her father yelled have a good day.

She ran up to the bus, scampering up the stairs and taking a seat on the brown leather seats. She sighed happily, taking out her ipod.

Kisha was playing the air drums when she bus showed up.She smiled as she saw Samantha through the dirty bus windows.As she climbed up the bust steps she too care not to trip over anyones hand bag or backpack not wanting to wrinkle her new outfit by falling.She was wearing a simple black hoody with a large Celtic design on the front of it.Her skinny jeans were a dull red color and her shoes were simple black converse.Basically she looked pretty damn good."SAM! HEY!" She yelled from the middle of the bus before taking a seat beside her best friend.

Samantha grinned when she saw Kisha, moving over and taking one of the earphones of her ipod out. "Hey Kisha. How's it going?" she asked, smiling at her. She felt eyes had stared at them, especially when Kisha had yelled across the bus but who cared? She giggled slightly as she stared at Kisha, her own skinny jeans ripped in some places and her shoes we vans skater shoes from the GUY section. She loved the fact she was wearing guy shoes, and she didn't even know why.

Kisha grinned and pointed to Sam."Love your outfit! But then again you always tend to pick pretty bad ass clothing haha"Kisha then turned towards where a few group of preppy looking girls were staring at them from."Got a problems sunshine?"Kisha said smiling sweetly and cracking her knuckles."Because I can easily fix that for ya"

Samantha grinned at the girls and then she giggled slightly. "Thanks, Kisha." She looked back out the window, sighing slightly. "Unfortunately, it's going to be the same. Same old boring day at school, same old classes.. same old, same old." she mumbled, almost as if to herself.

Kisha winked at Sam and then yawned."Eh you never know....something amazing could happen.....wait your right..nothing amazing Beauclerk haha!"Kisha then stared out the window and thought "But what if something did happen....something that could comepltely change both of our lives.Phf...like that would ever happen though!

She smiled a bit and then she felt the bus come to a stop. She got up, gently nudging Kisha in to the isle as they got off together. She was free from the crowd of people, stretching her cramped arms and legs as her deep red hair fell down her shoulders and back. She sighed happily. At least nothing bad had happened... yet.

Kisha jumped off the bus excitedly and highfived a couple of her other friends."Oh ya...school....the best part of my day....isn't that sad Sam?"

Sam grinned and laughed lightly. "Indeed, indeed..." she would then start walking towards the front doors. She glanced at all the kids around, and she bit her lip. It was sad indeed... because it actually might be one of the best parts of the day for her too.

Kisha went inside the building with Sam and stretched her arms."Damn....I forgot my bio homework....Sam did you do yours?"She asked as they head for first period.

She grinned. "Yup. I always do." she had her backpack slung over her shoulder, her biology book weighing on her shoulder. "Tsk Tsk, Kisha. You need to do your homework." she giggled and reached her locker near the first period classroom. She opened it up and then she put her math book inside and then kept walking to first period after shutting her locker.

The room was dark though outside the window the sun shined brightly and after morning creatures wandered about the dark manor roaming for their own survival rituals. On a couch in the dark sat a man his head lolling to the side as a thump was heard through out the room, content the man smied looking down at the crumpled form a girl he had lulled into following him about last night. Producing a handkerchief he wiped the blood spittle free of his lips and lifted himself off the couch walking towards the window. "You, butler take away the body put in the incinerator and leave me I believe I will take a stroll this girl Damien keeps barking about has roused my curiousity", he muttered shallowly both of his hands grasping each curtain. With a light pull the tie fell away and the curtains beckoned his hand movements opening up filling the room with a bright orange glow. The smile on this mans face was wide his fangs glinting because of the reflected surfaces, his mind was made up he had to see this child, he had to know her. Within seconds he was outside a big black fedora like hat covering his short cropped black hair, his eyes would remain crimson for some time since he had just fed their normal color a foresty green. Calmly he walked with a smile and a cane from everyone else's perspective he probably resembled an boy lost in time sent from old jolly england. The highschool was where he found his feet guiding him though the had only lengthened his fight against the sun. It took him only fifteen minutes to walk to the school from there he would rely on his supernatural speed to gain a glimpse of this girl. Speeding through the door and the halls he followed the scents which clung to his brother whom had marked this girl, easily he sought her out and stood many feet from her facing her. With a sly smile he stared at her his head lolling to the side as he did so, she was beautiful and just for that moment he himself thought that maybe he should steal her away just for himself. Deme continued watching her though to her he would only be visible to everyone else it would be as though he weren't even there.

Samantha smiled at Kisha and then she slowly glanced across the hall and her smiled faded as she jumped from the stare an oddly dressed young man had given her. She dropped her books and her cheeks went red as she glanced side to side and slowly picked the bag up, but the man kept staring at her. Why was he staring her like that? Couldn't anyone else see him?

Everyone else was just passing by him, not even giving him a glance. She held her breath for a minute and then she pulled up the right sleeve of her t-shirt that had come down, exposing her shoulder and her cheeks were even redder now as she kept staring back at him and he just kept staring back at her. She breathed rather quickly and then she quickly walked into the first period room, looking down at the floor and glancing at him one more time before vanishing into the classroom out of his sight.

Finding himself more intrigued then before he followed her this time walking normally he walked into the room not giving her even a glance as he found himself standing in the corner of the room. Would he speak to her, would she learn his nae and the cause for his fascinations. Smiling he doubted all the questions that darted through his mind, melding himself to the wall he watched her still raising his eye brows at her. The curiousity faded when he looked about the room the fact of the matter was he had just fed and for moments after he would be lusting for more, but unlike others he had complete control over his cravings. The truth was one glance was not enough he was insatiable especially when he found something that tickled his fancy such as the young girl. Deme wanted to introduce himself but if Damien caught one whiff of his scent on this girl it would be fight, but it was not as if he feared his brother he just was not a fighter. Instead he was a thinker his mind was unstoppable his intelligence superior in his family. Silently he found himself staring at her again something about this girl triggered memories in his head a happier time and the memory of a previous love, confused he looked away and down at his folded hands fighting back the memories that plagued him. Was she a clone of the lost love or did his brother just have good taste as he himself did.

Samantha kept her eyes on her desk. Normal... maybe not such a normal day after all. She closed her eyes, struggling to control her breathing as her eyes slowly moved to the corner of the room. Was she hallucinating? She must be... no one else saw this young man but her. As she stared at him... she didn't find him attractive... She stomped her foot on her other one hard and cringed slightly. No. No way. She would keep staring at her desk with a stare of resistance to stare at him but then she had a wonderful idea...

She slowly pulled out her large black notebook, taking out a special black pencil as her eyes moved over to him, just standing there. She quickly started to draw an outline of his body and the angle of the corner of the room he was standing in. She quickly moved the pencil, drawing his eyes and his hair and his odd but intriguing attire. She drew his handsome face with vivid detail, along with the rest of his clothes in only a few minutes as her hand elegantly and gracefully moved. Some kids glanced at her, leaning over her and seeing what she was drawing but they figured she was staring at an empty corner, so how was she drawing so well? How was she drawing such a professional looking piece of art of an odd but handsome and charming looking man? She then would stop drawing and look down at the piece, her own eyes slightly wide at what a good job she did. She cleared her throat, slowly shutting the book and keeping it on her desk as the teacher started to speak. She glanced around for Kisha but was too nervous to turn her head towards the corner.

Kyros walked down the large steps in the center of his humble.. abode. He had a small wine glass with a dark thick liquid, that he sipped as he glided down the hall. His long red robe, cascading around him, as his lengthy lush black hair spilled out mixing and blending with his blood red robe. The servants and butlers bowed, but he spared them not a glance. He was the king, they deserved not to hear his voice.

Walking down the dark beautiful walls of his home, with the portraits of his family and past families looking down upon him, he was reminded of the honor and glory that was the Blacke family. His robe swished around his ankles, and coming to a stop, he slowly walked to the balcony, overlooking the dreary little town. Standing he set his glass on the rail, and stood with his hand drawn across his abdomen, and his back perfectly straight. A regal pose, that made him look like a portrait waiting to be drawn.

Unsure of these memories he stood up and looked towards the door it was closed meaning that class had just started he wanted to leave to get away from this girl with those haunting eyes. The memories flooded his mind a cold night in Romania when the weather and the wolves claimed his sweet from him, the one who didn't want to leave behind her family her precious baby girl and her slacker cheating husband for something so much more. These memories he forced himself to forget for they pained him like a doctor crudely cutting his heart from his chest. The agony was plastered over his pale face even is fangs became visible as his heart beat sped up, the anxiety was driving him wild. Deme's eyes shifted from the girl and back to his folded hands which gripped eachother as though they were iron clad. Slowly he forced himself to calm down his mind piecing it all together. "Look at her that girl whose mother you loved so much the woman that you tore away from her family and forced her hand to be with you only for her to die from your unwaned love and desire to turn her, how does it make you feel murderer of love", he thought to himself his mind a field of epic battle. Turning his head to the left he looked out the window seeing that it was open his thoughts crazed him to the point where he thought he had exhausted his other options. Forcing himself away from the wall he strode to the window looking out and then glancing back the breeze that blew through tosseled his hair lightly. The expression he wore was that of fear as he lashed out with her with his now foresty green eyes. With a smirk showing his right fang he jumped out the window, "We shall meet again, Samantha", he said sending his whisper only to her.

She had watched him and her eyes grew wide as she had watched all his facial expressions and she held her book close to her. Did she see... fangs in his moment of anger? Of hatred? She slowly watched him stride over to the window and she swallowed rather thickly, still watching him. When he jumped out the window and exposed another fang, her eyes went extremely wide and her face a pasty white. And then she heard his whisper pound into her eardrums, she drew dizzy and she rose, stumbling slightly as she ran out the door with her book and she ran to the bathroom without a word to the staring students or teacher.

She leaned over the sink, slowly looking into the mirror as she was shaking. Was he real? How did he know her name? Was he a vampire? An actual vampire? How did he find her? What was he doing here? She sighed as all these questions made her brain hurt. There was only one way to find out... when he saw her again... she had to as him.

This is definitely not a normal day. Not a normal day at all.

Unlike the fifteen minute walk he took before this time he took no time at all he ran as fast as his legs would take him back to the castle. Demetrius felt so many different emotions attacking him all a once he just wanted the solace of his bed chambers, and he would have gotten there that much faster but he saw his father and stopped. "Father, good morning I would love to speak with you but more pressing matters have come to my attention", he practically sputtered out disappearing in a flash of blackness he ran all the way up to his room. Bolting the iron door shut, angrily he knocked his book shelf over and completely trashed his room. There was no way he would let Damien have her after all she reminded him so much of her.

When she had finally calmed down, she quickly left the bathroom, holding her drawing book tightly under her hand. Her stomach was churning and twisting with anxiety as she was paranoid, wondering if he would pop up out of no where and scare her. As she apologized to the teacher and said she threw up, she was excused and she took her seat. Her books and bag hadn't been tampered with, but students whispered and stared at her, like she was a freak or she had been possessed from drawing so perfectly without staring at anything. Her cheeks were a bright red as she looked down and rested her forehead on the desk, her long silky red hair hiding her face from the other laughing and whispering students.

Kisha raised an eyebrow and poked her bestfriend."Hey..what the hell happened?You look like you've been through hell...no offense."Several students shushed her but all it took was a simple glare for them to go back t their books.Kisha had a very worried look on her face."Did..something happen Sam.?"She asked softly.

She turned her head towards Kisha, shaking slightly. She opened up her book and she slowly handed the well drawn picture of the vampire she had seen. "V-Vampire.." she whispered shakily, looking down at her desk after putting the book on Kisha's desk.

Kisha mouth dropped open slightly and she grabbed Sam's arm to pull her towards the door."Ah Sir Samantha is feeling well so I think I'm going to take her to the Nurse's office."The teacher raised an eyebrow and was just about to object ,but Kisha and Sam were already out the door.She pulled Sam to a janitors closet and shut the door."Alright where did you see it?"

She swallowed thickly. "He was across the hall... he was dressed so oddly... like he was from england or something... He looked like he was from 'An interveiw with a vampire!' I swear! And he was just... staring at me and then I ran into the classroom. He followed me and was standing against the corner and then..." she trailed off, staring at Kisha. "Wait- You believe me? You seriously believe in vampires?" she asked, her eyes slightly wide.

Kisha sighed and leaned against one of the shelves,her head hitting a bottle of floor cleaner ."OW! And of course I believe you....hell anythings possible really....and there have always been legends of vampire anyways."She rubbed her head and continued looking at Sam ."He didn't hurt you though did he?He only scared you?"