Nox Arcana

What is so different about me? I am a vampire... There I said it, I have no shame in revealing myself. I have been alive for seven hundred years, long enough to see the earth morph into the modernized monster we know today. Sure, the fact that I have snow white hair and red eyes gets me a few odd looks, but other than that, I am unnoticed by the stupid mortals.

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"Guinevere, wake up or you will be late... again."

I sit up, the black satin sheets slipping from my body. School, what a waste of time. How could mortals stand being locked up eight hours from Monday to Friday? I will never know. Rosette, my century older than me, sister forced me to go because I would look more convincing as a human. Really? How can a white haired being look normal?

I dress in my usual winter attire, black ruffled dress, black stockings, combat boots and a military style jacket with a white scarf to complete the look. I brush my hair and head downstairs.

"Are you walking or do you want me to take you?"
"I'm walking thank you very much." I reply dully as I roll my eyes.

Stella snorts and goes back to cooking her scrambled eggs. Our two story house is HUGE, it even comes with a pool and a hot tub! With the number of rooms the danged house has, Stella and I could house about twenty guests. Shocking? Yes!

"See you later"! I yell as I shut the door and head towards the school.

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"You have a quiz today, so I hope for your sake that you have studied." Mrs. Walker the math professor says as she passes out the tests. There is protests and groans but a cold stare from Mrs. Walker sends them into a silent zombie like state.

"Hey white haired freak." An angry hiss whispers.

I keep working on my quiz, not bothering to look up. I know the person harassing me is Rene Jones, the king of the jerks. He had been teasing me about my hair color and my chest size (which is not small at all) for the past three years. At first his insults drove me mad, almost to the point where I had to hide in the restroom just to get away. Nowadays I just live life like he doesn't exist because I know I can bite him, and his life would be over.

''Hey, Rene here is like, talking?"
Chelsea Wills, the jerk-face's girlfriend who looks too much like a stereotypically blonde slut.

I stand up and leave my quiz on Mrs. Walker's desk. She gives me a funny look before resuming grading papers.

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I wrap the quilt tighter around my shoulders, because it is freezing, I am currently sitting in the terrace, waiting for the moon to show its beautiful white face. Since it is a Friday that is leading to a two month long winter break, I can feed every night without having to get my blood from the slaughter house down the road. I have a Katana with me, just in case my victim put up a fight.

"It's time, I whisper to myself as I shed my quilt and jump into the ground that is four feet apart from the roof."

I blend in with the dark, so I am like a shadow, fast, silent, and deadly. I cross the convenience store, and two streets until I find my food provider. He looks homeless and he is also asleep on the ground which can give me a great advantage. I carefully kneel over and place my Katana on his throat. Gray eyes orbs open. The guy tries to yell for help until I clasp my hand over his mouth.

"Don't move or you will lose your head." I whisper as I put my sword on his throat, making my voice sound as deadly as possible. I make him stand against the brick wall that he was leaning on.

"Stay still my darling, this will hurt if you struggle." I say with a predatory smile. That makes him fret and agitate even more.

I let my concealed fangs free, ready to pierce the mortal's neck. I slam my palm against the side of the guy's face, making his neck exposed. I don't need the Katana anymore so I sheath it on my waist.

"You freak." He spits out.

Just as I am about to sink my fangs into his delicious flesh, he slams me against the wall and drinks my blood.