I thought this nightmare was over. The whole day went quietly. No one bothered me under the bleachers, and Ryan was busy busting up the new kids. He didn't even see me. Everything was fine until the last period.
Lyra was in my history class. She was the girl I saw wearing my mother's necklace. When I saw her, darkness emerged inside me, threatening to make me want to pierce her artery. She dared to smell like my mother, resurrecting memories I wanted to stay dead. Better yet, memories I wished were burned off from my mind. With her big glasses, blonde hair always tied back in a neat ponytail, and those seemingly innocent brown eyes, she looked harmless and weak enough that I could just end her life in a heartbeat. The thought of silencing her breath, watching the light drain from her eyes, sent a shiver of dark satisfaction down my spine. But that pendant she wore so casually around her neck was from a distant past that shared my thoughts of days when I was a human, that piece of my past she had no right to possess, and it made my darkness and my faded sense of humanity fade. That pendant was a constant reminder of my lost humanity. I wanted to kill her. This urge was as sudden as it was intense. As I said before, we vampires have no control over our desires. I clenched my fist so tightly that my nails pierced my skin, drawing blood. The pain was sharp, grounding me momentarily. It was probably something related to grief. It felt like an unwelcome reminder of my human days.
But then I heard the same voice from before. "Hey, is everything fine?" Turning to my left, where the voice originated, I noticed a girl with lustrous black hair and subtle red hints that glowed like embers in the dim light. Her mesmerizing green eyes, deep and mysterious, were lined with dramatic black eyeliner, making her gaze even more enigmatic. Her lips, painted with black lipstick, contrasted starkly with her pale, almost porcelain-like skin. I couldn't move. She wore a black lace-trimmed blouse, a pleated skirt, and knee-high Converse, embodying everything dark and captivating.
For the first time, I experienced an utterly unfamiliar sensation, as if my hellish days had frozen over. It was like feeling the salty waves crash against my skin, a brief moment of clarity amidst this everlasting day. It felt like everyone else had faded into the background, leaving only her in my sight. The feelings she awoke in me were as if I had awakened to a new perspective, clearing away the past and making all the unbearable pain I felt constantly subside. Her heart, a fragile vessel of life, beat with a mesmerizing rhythm that captivated my every sense. The sound of her blood flowing through her veins was like a forbidden symphony, making me imagine my dead heart pulsating again. Her scent was morbid yet seductive, a mix of dark roses and incense, intoxicating me like a bittersweet poison. Suddenly, everything else faded away and merged into one primal urge: "desire." I wanted to hold her heart and feel it beat louder than the screams from Oli Skyes' band Bring Me The Horizon, to be the blood that flowed within her, intimately entwined with her very existence. My fangs ached with the need to sink into her flesh, to taste the life force coursing beneath her pale skin as if the blood that flowed in her veins was forbidden wine that should never come in contact with my fangs. The darkness, even though subdued, I could feel it crawling inside my skin, whispering its sinister temptations, urging me to claim her as my own, forever bound by this twisted, eternal craving.
The next thing I knew, all the seats were empty, and class had ended. I got up quickly and out of class. I wanted to find Lyra and figure out why she had that necklace. But that primal vampiric desire for blood and death was still a hangover inside me, urging me to make Lyra my next victim. The hunger for her blood throbbed in my veins. Yet, as strong as that murderous instinct was, the pull to find the girl who stirred up all those feelings in me was even more vital. The desire to uncover the mystery of the girl who had frozen my hellish days overpowered my instinct to kill Lyra. It was kind of reliving the feeling of a new emotion that drove my darker nature into submission. I used my vampire strength to jump up the three-story school building, sat, and closed my eyes.
As my eyes shut, darkness fell over me like a veil, allowing my ability to hear and smell completely to take over. The darkness around me transformed into an art piece, a beautiful blend of scents and sounds dancing around. I could smell the sweat and fresh-cut grass from the distant soccer field, even hearing the shouts of the players mid-game. The sharp, toxic aroma of weed wafted over from the stoner's pit near the school. The gossip of girls in the bathroom was clear as day, mixed with the scent of their makeup and lipstick smell as they touched up their faces. I could also feel the rush of water from the shower in the boy's changing room and the slight musty scent of humidity that lingered there, the slight musty scent of moisture mixed with the sweaty smell of teenagers, and the overpowering stench of deodorant that made me want to break my nose. These jarring notes from the school music room suddenly pierced my ears with a painful cringe, almost breaking my concentration and making me want to move away from that noise. I managed to take all the noise and smells outside of the school, to the distant screams of children playing in a playground a block away, and the cries of a baby in a stroller rang in my ears. I turned my attention to somewhere peaceful, where I used to go when I felt my whole life was in shambles. I needed a break from humanity, the Raven Woods, a forest that enveloped Oakshade away from any of the bustling cities in Massachusetts. The whispers of the wind through the trees, the rustling of leaves, and the faint chirping of birds from deep within the forest filled my ears, bringing me peace as usual.
In a sudden instance, before I went to look for her somewhere else, everything else faded as I caught her scent. It was like the first drop of rain after a drought. With the rhythmic thump of her heartbeat, the intoxicating mix of her perfume, and the musty, earthy undertones of the forest, I could picture a vivid picture of her, like a beautiful, elusive animal hidden in the depths of this mysterious forest. My fangs ached with the need to sink into her flesh. The darkness inside me rumbled like a hungry child craving candy. I felt a sudden jolt as if I was chasing my prey in the woods for the first time, and the overwhelming desire to find her consumed me, every instinct sharpened, every emotion heightened. She was all that mattered, an intoxicating blend of mystery and my deep desire to drown myself in her scent. The hunt had begun, and nothing would stand in my way. It felt like she could be the lamb, and I could be the lion, or I could be the killer, and she could be the corpse. She was my obsession, my dark desire, and I would let nothing stop me from claiming her. The thought of her blood on my lips, the feeling of her heartbeat in my veins, drove me to the brink of madness. How could she make me feel like a fate worse than death? As I dropped down the roof, the urge to rush to the woods was overwhelming.