Chapter 21: The Devil.
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RING!
The final bell for the day announced its message.
Signs of relief and reflection washed over the seated teens who had held their breath the whole period.
It was physics, and the teacher hadn't arrived yet.
The whole period was basically a free one.
And the class, as if embracing the prestige of being allergic to school, prayed with all their faith that he wouldn't arrive.
They wished that the period would end before he got there.
And their wish, as if blessed by the heavens, had been accepted.
But they were foolish.
Because, if you go seeking to find the face of God, you will be deceived and meet the face of the devil.
In this case, Vlad was the devil.
Because he had manipulated the mind of the physics teacher, making him believe that there was an emergency at his home.
Vlad felt too tired—not physically, only mentally.
It was his second day in a normal school, and not even once did he have the endurance to endure its hold.
Weak-minded, some might call him.
But when you are an immortal vampire who will live for eternity, do you truly feel guilt?
He did, but it was as fleeting as the wind.
It was always instant—always ending.
So he just smiled, not thinking about the effects of his actions.
He was young; why would he?
The most evil of those who exist are the ones who remain oblivious.
So he got up from his seat and made his way to the door.
It was packed.
Perhaps proving too entertaining.
The gossip he was hearing. The secrets, the lies.
It just felt calming, like a release.
And in an instant, he had already walked outside.
Before him, a sight he would only see in movies came into view.
On the far road, just opposite the school.
Two cars parked in parallel.
Their engines screaming with steam, preparing for a race.
The first was a Mustang that looked too dusty for its prestige, but who was he to judge?
And the second, a Honda Civic.
A race one would instantly deem unfair.
But it seemed that the person driving the Civic was too much of a hothead to admit defeat.
They were racing for a girl, which sounded rather common.
But Vlad, like most of the teens who had grown accustomed to nature, ignored their fuss.
There she was, Bella.
Leaning onto her truck and holding a book, as if in thought.
But Vlad knew it was all just for show.
The speed at which her eyes passed each word.
The glances taken with each passing second.
She was deeply in thought.
So he walked to her, perhaps in hopes of understanding her struggle.
"Sup, nerd," he closed her book with his hand. "The book is upside down," he laughed at her predicament.
She only panicked in embarrassment, fixing its hold and smirking at his giggling figure.
She sighed.
"What's wrong?" He took his bag and threw it on the passenger seat.
"It's Edward," she replied without hesitation.
"Edward…?" He was confused by what she said.
"The Cullen," she tried to explain.
"Yeah, I know who he is." He opened the truck door as he entered. "I'm just confused."
She also climbed in, closed the door, and started the engine.
It failed twice. And on the third try, it finally rumbled.
"First, he thinks I stink," she began speaking. "Then, he asks the school to change our classes." The car started moving in retreat. "He's not even in school today." She shook her head in surrender.
But to her astonishment, when she turned her eyes to the side, she found Vlad staring straight out of the window.
Following his gaze, she saw Alice waving him goodbye.
And Vlad just smiled back at her actions.
"And what's going on between you and Alice?" She couldn't help but speak out in frustration, clearly angered by the way he ignored her words.
"You are probably speaking from your own point of view," Vlad replied, which immediately made her realize.
That all along, all the complaints she had made about her bloodsucker of an interest.
Vlad was still listening.
He had never ignored her words or what she had spoken.
"Just wait for him to return," he continued. "And look at the bright side," he touched her shoulder and turned his eyes directly on hers, smirking. "If he doesn't come back, it only means you stink."
"How is that a good thing?" His words frustrated her.
"I don't know," he laughed at her frustration. "Gives you a hint that you should bathe more, I guess."
And she giggled, noticing that around Vlad, frustration was not an emotion that proved eternal.
Nothing was eternal. But him.
Not even he who came before him.
He who gave him his curse.
A curse to be that which doesn't fade.
That which shouldn't exist.
A curse to be a leech.
Bloodsucker.
Eternal by blood.
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"Are you sure you don't wanna come in?" he asked, his head still peeking into the window.
"Nope," she shook her head, as if the thought truly bothered her.
"I won't do anything," he faked a cry. "I won't touch you."
"Boys bring babies, Vlad, boys bring babies."
Then she drove off, almost pulling him by the door's window.
He sighed.
Turning his head and looking at the entrance, boredom overtook his whole.
So he pulled out his phone and searched for a number.
His thumb hovered over its digits.
Hesitation holding back its hold.
He clicked his tongue and stopped the action.
He couldn't do it.
"Iron Chef it is." He walked to his door and entered.
Leaving a thought that brought him hesitation unspoken.
Unsaid.
Silent.
Leaving nothing but the haunted exterior of what he considered to be his house.
His inheritance.
His home.
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