The First One

Chapter 2

The sun was warm against my bare skin. My wings were spread out beside me, pumping up and down to keep me in the air. I was high up enough that people would think I was a bird, but it was also a little difficult to breathe of here. Plus, the sun sent weird tingles through my body. I wasn't supposed to like the sun, but then again I wasn't supposed to like anything.

I watched the sun rise about an hour ago when I first took off from the parking lot. I was always a very early riser, but last night was not a good sleeping night. The images of that girl, Blake, kept popping in every dream I had. Why did this human have to be so annoying when I wasn't even around her? What made her so special?

Knowing it was almost time to go to school-something I had been dreading for days now-I began my slow descent, not really wanting to. Being up in the sky made everything fall into perspective. I was free here. I wasn't hunted and I wasn't ridiculed, by humans or my own kind. Here I was just Logan Masters, the half demon kid who had wings. There's a headline for you.

My feet touched the ground out in the trees where no one could see me. I tucked my wings away in my skin. I could just barely feel them brush against my skin as I walked closer to the Motel. None of our kind could completely hide them, but it was close enough. As long as I didn't join the swim team or anything I should be fine here.

But what about cross country?

I loved running just as much as I loved flying. It was something I was very good at, let alone free to do what I wanted at it. How would I change in front of the guys with feathers protruding from my backside? Maybe I should tell them I was gay so they wouldn't want to change in front of me anyway.

I smiled as I unlocked the door to my room. I breezed through the shower again like yesterday morning and looked in the mirror. Again I saw my reflection, something that always struck me as odd.

If someone just looked at me, they would know I was different. The way I walked, how graceful I was, my eyes, and then if I ever started bleeding-something I very rarely did because hardly anything can puncture my skin-what would I say about my black blood?

I could see it now. "Oh sorry. When I was a kid I dyed my blood black. Hope that doesn't bother you." Or better yet. "Yeah, I'm half demon. You got a problem with that?" they most certainly would. What really entertained me was I wouldn't ever say that, but at the same time I would. Are you following me? I wouldn't risk me being seen like this or exposing our world. My family would kill me if they ever found out, and believe me they have ways of finding out. Some of which still made me shudder. But I could see myself saying those things. I wonder how they would react to it.

I combed my black hair down a bit, then shook it again, making it look messy. Something that always irritated my mother. She hated it when she would comb my hair and then I would just mess it up when she left the room. Maybe I still do it out of habit, or maybe I just like irritating her. Both made perfect sense to me.

I slipped on another black shirt that clung to my skin and another pair of black pants. I don't think I evened owned another pair that was different from these. It struck me as ironic that black was my favorite color.

I tied the laces to my tennis shoes (which were black btw-did I really just say btw?) and then grabbed my black jacket. I snatched up my keys and my wallet and put them both in my back pocket. I grabbed my Black iphone and put it in my other pocket.

What? I told you I could live better than this. I just chose to be like this. But hey, why not have a cool phone?

Driving there took longer than normal. It was a busy Monday morning and lots of students were on their way to school, just like me. Ads were posted everywhere I went. Back to school sale or Are you ready for August 21st? Well ready or not, here it is. And I it looked like I wasn't the only one who hated it.

Kids in every car around me had some sad faces on. Some were trying to rock to some last minute music while some nerd were trying to finish homework we haven't even been assigned yet. Am I allowed to say nerd again? Ha! Of course I am.

I parked way in the back of the parking lot. There was no way I was going to get in a hassle with these humans over stupid parking place when it didn't even matter if I had to walk a few feet further. Ten feet or a hundred feet made no difference to me.

I put my hands in my pocket after shutting the car door and began to make my way with the other students. The smell was overwhelming. I could hear each heart pumping in their chests, sending blood through their veins. It was taunting me, trying to make me dance to a song I hated. I hated everything about the way humans made me want them. The way they made me crave their blood. Right now I didn't know whether to curse or thank the gypsies for making me this way so I wasn't a careless bloodsucking monster.

I walked to the counter of the administration office, trying so very hard not to snap necks as I went. For what felt like hours I made my way there. It felt like a victory when I reached my destination without killing a single person, besides my pride.

"Can I help you?" a lady asked. She was clearly at least forty years old, but hey I couldn't judge. I was old enough to be her great-great grandfather. Maybe more, but I didn't feel like thinking that hard. Her hair was starting to turn gray and some areas, but I knew she wouldn't be able to notice it yet. I had better eyes than anyone here.

"Yeah I need my classes." I said through clenched teeth, trying not to breathe. She looked offended by the way I talked, but I would rather have hurt her feelings that ripped her heart out, or at least the good side of me would. The demon in me was still raging that I hadn't killed her yet.

"Name?"

"Logan Masters."

She began typing my name in and then a paper printed from the printer in the corner. Another woman grabbed it-clearly she was much younger than her, but not young enough to be a student-and walked over to me. I could see it in her brown eyes that she found me attractive.

"Here." she said. Normally any guy would have gone after her. But being me, I was anything from normal. Yes she was stunning, the kind of beauty you could only find in an older woman, but I had no taste for her. So naturally I couldn't give her any idea that I was interested. Better to cut cold turkey than to lead her on, most likely causing her death in a few short days.

"What ever." I said coldly before turning and walking away like a brat. It had to be this way. I didn't belong in their world and they definitely didn't belong in mine.

I heard her huff as I opened the door and a small smile came to my lips. I quickly closed it after I felt my fangs growing larger. I had fangs all the time, but they looked normal. I've even seen humans with teeth shaped like fangs. It shouldn't attract any attention.

I glanced at my paper and found my first class: Calculus 2. I must have brought my records from my last class because this was a college course, but if they had it I was sure I would be surrounded by nerds who had no lives.

I sat in a seat next to a boy who looked normal, but those were the kinds you had to keep a look out for. He had chocolate brown hair and green eyes. He was shorter than me, but with my size, most people were. You know unless you were a skilled basketball player. The best part about this kid was he was decent looking (no nerdish features is what I mean by that. I'm not gay.) and he was human. He looked about the same age and I wasn't getting any weird vibes from him. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Hey." the kid said, looking toward me for the first time. Most people ignored me because I gave off some sort of creepy vibe, but that was natural. I was a predator to their kind, they should be afraid.

But he, obviously, wasn't very afraid of me. Of maybe he was just really good at hiding it. "Hi." I replied, trying not to sound anti-social.

"I'm guessing you're the new kid?" he asked.

"You don't get a lot?"

He looked down. "Not anymore."

I wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he spoke to me again.

"I'm Justin by the way. Justin Young." Justin put his hand out, ready for me to shake it. For a moment I thought about rejecting it and just ignoring him for the whole period, but that wouldn't be good for my rep. it was the first day of school. I didn't need any enemies this early. Maybe later in the year.

"Logan Masters." I shook his hand.

Justin nodded and turned his attention to the teacher who just walked in.

He was a older man. He looked more like a professor in college, but age and size didn't really matter to me. I was probably over ten times smarter than him, so I wouldn't have to listen.

"My name is Mr. Decker. I'll be your teacher this year for Calculus." he said in his monotone voice.

"No duh." Justin whispered to me. I immediately decided that I liked Justin. He was like me, well I mean if I was human he would be like me.

I smirked and looked away while he passed out the books.

Mr. Decker went on. "Some of you juniors who think you can take this class may think you can just glide right through it, but be warned. Half of you will either drop out or fail because of how difficult this may be. I won't let some of you skim over the rules and getter better grades just because your future may depend on it. I would say choose a different career." he slid two books over the table and Justin grabbed one.

"I also won't tolerate any sly remarks, Mr. Young." he looked over at Justin.

We both were trying really hard not to laugh.

"Won't let it happen again, sir." when Mr. Decker turned around he saluted him with a stupid grin on his face. This was the best high school I think I've ever been in.

"Turn to page seven and begin looking over…" I let his voice fade out. I had already had this book last year and I knew it by heart. I could copy down all my old homework and tests, while still being able to answer anything Mr. Decker threw it me. This is how I survived school repeatedly. I might even let Justin copy off me a little bit, but if he made it this far, he shouldn't need my help.

And that statement was true enough. Mr. Decker was still talking about the lesson and Justin was almost done with the homework. Justin caught me looking at him and smiled. He shrugged and put the paper away after I nodded that I wouldn't need his help.

After forty five minutes of doing nothing, but trying to drown out the teachers awful voice, the bell finally rang. There was shuffling of papers and chairs scraped the floor, but I made no sound as I got up. Justin left without another word to me as I went to my locker. I spun the combination and put my book away. I took out the homework from last year and copied it down before one minute had even passed.

I shut the locker door and almost ran into a few students. I walked quickly, avoiding the eyes that I knew were looking at me. I opened the door to the chemistry lab and sat down at an empty lab table. People avoided sitting next to me so at first I thought I was going to be alone here, when the vampire, Amanda sat next to me.

She said nothing at first, but after a minute or two she turned to look at me. "Hello."

I didn't know what to say at first so I just sat there like an i***t, something you see very often.

Amanda smiled and brushed her blonde hair over her shoulder. "It's ok. I know what you are and I'm sure you know what I am too." well she was blunt.

I nodded.

"Your Logan aren't you?" she smiled, I could see two small pointed teeth that looked harmless now, but once they got bigger you would say something completely different.

"How did you know?" I asked, perplexed that she would know. I mean I was pretty famous with my family, but people forgot about me after WW2. It was very rare when I saw someone of my kind know who I was, let alone see someone of my kind. Most of us didn't mingle with "trash" as some called it.

"I'm good with faces. Don't you remember me?"

After I stared into her green eyes for a minute it all came back to me. This girl was the vampire I used to hand out with. My brothers would always tease me about her because I liked her, but I forgot about her after I left.

"Now that you mention it I do." I smiled in recognition. "How could I forget the constant teasing I got from my family ever since I met you?"

Amanda laughed, a very familiar sound to my ears. It was my favorite thing to hear when I was back home in Italy. Something I needed to hear everyday. It was like my own personal drug.

We just smiled at each when another voice spoke to us.

"Amanda, quit flirting. You're dating Erik, remember?"

It was Blake.

And she slid another chair right in between us.

Oh god.