Chapter 20: Mind Of Filth
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"Vlad?" Angela, the one who was always silent, was the first to notice his hesitation.
Vlad only glanced at her, as if in disbelief. Why was it only now that she had to speak out?
"Uh," Vlad's gaze returned to Alice.
She was giggling, perhaps unknowingly mocking his predicament.
"Food?" he faked a smile as he looked at the table. "I'll go get some…"
"Nope," Jessica held his shoulder before he could retreat. "Tell… us."
And he sighed, feeling as if any effort wouldn't prove effective.
He expected his fate.
"Okay," he sighed loudly, "what do you wanna know?"
"The Cullens," Bella, probably forgetting her stance, shot up first. "The short girl was smiling at you."
"What?" Vlad acted confused. "Smiling at me?" He pointed at himself.
"Bro, she's literally still looking at you!" Mike shot next, signaling for Vlad to stare to his left.
And just like Mike had spoken, Alice still retained her glance.
Then she laughed at Mike's and Vlad's actions.
He knew she could hear them, so why would she still look?
She knew his predicament, so why would she still keep her glance?
It was a plot, and he felt it.
"Yeah, but I only know her," he tried to explain. "We take art class together."
And Eric, the one who had been silent the whole time, spoke out, "Introduce me to them."
And his words shocked everyone.
But who could blame him?
"Nah, look," Vlad fixed his posture, "stop being weird." He turned his gaze to everyone. "I literally don't know her." He could see Alice frown from the side view of his eyes.
So he turned his eyes to Eric, who was still waiting for a reply. "You're on your own, chief."
He then bolted from his seat, laughing slightly from the long sigh that escaped the ends of Eric's lips.
They stared at him—the Cullens.
Only this time, it was different.
This time, they were staring directly.
But he left, choosing to ignore the lingering glares of the dead.
Glares from corpses.
And as he walked out of the cafeteria's very doors, immediately, as if in sync with his retreat, she spoke.
"I still can't read his mind."
It was Edythe.
A Cullen.
A corpse.
Speaking to those who sat around her pale, soulless figure.
And Alice, the only person/demon between their midst still smiling, said nothing.
She just sat there, watching, waiting, as if expecting something.
Then, as if on cue, Vlad came back, moving his body to the food court, taking a plate, grabbing some food, and paying, only to once again retreat.
Alice only laughed as she looked at Rosalie, who was sitting right next to her. "Told you he would do that."
And Rosalie, perhaps trying to maintain a serious expression, slightly giggled.
But within those actions, hidden in an expression ever so changing, was an undeniable truth.
Something all of them had.
Something they all felt.
Perhaps the only exception being Alice, who sat before her figure.
It was fear.
A strong, ancient fear.
One she had once forgotten.
And they all felt it.
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A classroom.
That's where Vlad was sitting.
And before him was a view many men would wish for.
Miss Rose was writing some notes on the whiteboard.
He was eating while still looking at her figure, or more precisely, her body.
She was hot, extremely so.
And Vlad just couldn't keep his eyes at bay.
She had allowed him to eat in her class, with the exception that he wouldn't cause her any discomfort, which he promised.
But this was too much.
Thud!
Her whiteboard marker dropped to the ground.
She was wearing a short skirt, the only exception being her dark, black, long leggings.
So she bent over in an effort to pick it up.
"Vlad," she faintly whispered, "I think I'm stuc…"
But his imagination was too strong.
She never said she was stuck.
She never was.
She just quickly stood back up and proceeded to write her notes.
Was he disappointed?
Maybe.
Was he a pervert?
Probably not.
He was 17, an age very dangerous for such a show.
So he only sighed, perhaps wishing that his imagination would take effect.
That's until—
RING!
The bell thought otherwise, as it announced the next period.
Standing up, he made his way to the door. "Thanks again, Miss Rose!" He waved goodbye.
As she only gazed at his retreat, smiling, her mind thinking of the filthy.
Or to Vlad, thinking imagination.
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