CHAPTER 2: FIRST MEETING WITH ANOTHER HALF-BLOOD
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I am getting ready in going back to school. I will study again. I already have more than ten diplomas from different schools with different courses. I use the same name, Vanessa, but my surname has been always changed. Uncle Fernand has been in charged when it came to our documents.
I looked in the mirror. I straightened my hair and applied a little powder. It's okay. My cheeks and lips are naturally pinkish.
I heard a soft knock on my door. "Come in, it's unlocked."
Martha entered my room. "Oh, Vanesss, you are getting better again." She leaned over me, took the brush and then combed my hair. She has no reflection in the mirror. That was another difference I have as a half-vampire from a pure vampire. I have reflection, and I have a shadow. I was born with the soul. All vamps do not have souls. Although my mom and Uncle Fernand were born with souls, since they were conceived while their mom—my grandmother—was still a human, and was turned into a vampire before giving birth. Martha placed the vervain tea she had made for me on the dresser. "I really can't go to your school, Vanessa. Imagine if someone will see me with no reflection or a shadow, I'm as good as dead."
"I understand, Martha. Then you have to be in the introduction of our new line of products today for the next batch to release in the market." I fixed Martha's stunning wavy mahogany hair. She really looks lovely. I think vamps' beautiful hair have never been messy. It always seems fixed from the parlor.
"Your photos have also been set up for promotional materials such as billboards and brochures." Martha took out her tablet and showed me the picture holding the VH Shampoo. I was the model on it. That's one of my qualities, the camera also touches me. They said it was better for me to be the model so that I would not be suspected of being a half-vamp, just like a normal person. I wonder if SAC knows that there's vervain in my products.
I spritzed VH Cologne, then I drank the vervain tea. Vervain helps keep me from smelling by vamps. My strange blood will not smell good for them, and they will not be interested in victimizing me, nor will they recognize me as a half-blood. "I'm leaving." I grabbed my backpack then hugged Martha.
"Be careful. Stay away from trouble," Martha reminded me.
I opened the door and looked back again, "I will." I walked out of my room. Martha still followed me to send me out. She's really like my mom in what she does, and I really love her. I'm used to someone taking care of me.
"Have you had a snack yet? At least drink blood before you go, to be full for the whole day. No need for you to eat tons of human food," Martha said. She opened the main door for me.
"I had one bag. I took your Type B negative from the fridge."
Martha shook her head, laughing. "It doesn't matter. Your dad will come home later with a few of Type B negative bags."
"All right, I'll go ahead." I got out completely and headed for the car. My favorite color—gray—the shades of my eyes.
That's another difference between me and pure vamps. They have amber color when newly converted, light blue for not so young vamps like daddy, golden yellow for a century years old like Martha and Uncle Fernand, and silvery eyes in ancient vamps-- those who have been a thousand years old, and I have never seen one in my entire life. They are the most powerful and scariest vampires, according to Martha. They say that any direct descendants are as powerful as they are. Ancient vamps also seem to be heartless.
I drove my car to AIS. Aims International School. It took me a while to reach the open campus ground. The school is beautiful, spacious and has many buildings. Many foreign students study here. I was walking towards the main building when someone running bumped me from behind. I was not shaken by his collision. He was probably the one who was hurt.
"Ouch!" I pretended I was hurt.
The person stopped running and stroked its arm. "I'm sorry, I'm not looking where I'm going. I'm late." The tall man said to me. He has white complexion, with gray eyes like me. His nose was pierced.
"Wait, isn't he a half-blood like me?"
He stared at me. "You have gray eyes, too..."
"Yeah, thanks to my American dad." I even added an accent to my English to make me look like a real foreigner's child. He seems to be trying to smell me. Sorry, you can't smell me.
"Oh, I see. Hmm... okay, I have to go," he said goodbye before he turned around.
He's also a half-vamp! I smelled his blood! The same smell of my blood whenever I missed drinking vervain for a week! Does a half-vamp exist aside from me? I thought SAC does not allow half-blood to live?
I walked towards the building where the half-blood man ran. Looks like we have the same room. I'm late too! I ran to the room on the second floor, just in time when seemed our male professor was just entering the room. He looks like in his mid 20's.
The weird thing about the course daddy took from me this time, was digital filming Maybe there is nothing else to think about and I ran out of courses.
The half-vamp was already seated at the back end. He looked at me with a frown. Here I seated at the other end. I chose this seat so he could not look at me immediately.
"Okay class, stand up. I want to arrange your seats," our professor said. Our classmates were devastated. "C'mon kids, stand up."
We had no choice but to stand up and wait outside. He called us one by one, then pointed to where we would sit. The chairs are adjacent to each other. I pray that I will not be seated beside the half-blood, or my secret will be in danger. I peeked into the room. The seats were arranged by the opposite gender.
"Vanessa Smith." I was still thinking. It turned out to be me. I'm not used to being called Smith yet. Lane was my last name at my former school a few years back.
I was seated in the middle line, in the middle seat as well. I went in and sat in the chair he pointed out. "Your dad is American?"
"Yes." I answered sparingly.
He later called someone "Justin Fischer." The half-vamp walked in. Our prof pointed to the vacant chair next to me! I Justin sat down. I was uncomfortable, but I did not show it up. I don't want to reveal my secret even more.
"So, this will be your seating arrangement for your 3 subjects that I am your professor." He walked over to the white board, picked up the white board marker then wrote. "I am Professor Gillian Santos, 25."
My female classmates shuddered at our handsome professor.
"Are you still single?" There was a flirty girl who dared to ask.
"Yes, I am." Then he smiled sweetly. The women sighed.
I was busy looking around at my classmates when I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. I looked to my left and saw Justin staring deeply at me. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't you know that it's so rude to stare?"
He smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry, I'm just amazed by your beauty."
"Whatever." Then I looked away from him. I don't know if it's just an instinct or what. I just feel uncomfortable next to him, and that he is around me.
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