Chapter 2 Vampire Household

"The new school that I'm going to is going to suck! Look at this uniform! It's pink for the girls!" I made a sour face as I tugged at the tie that was around my neck. "It's tight, skimpy and pink!" I complained to the red head that sat in the front seat laughing at me. I had given up glaring at him since 30 minutes ago because it wasn't making him stop. "My mom is making me go to this bullshit school just to torture me with the pink that I hate and the fact that I don't like others that are wealthy like us. The kids are always so snobby and spoiled. It sickens me."

"They're usually like that." He answered.

"Yeah and they call everyone that's lower class something else instead of by their name. Oh yeah, what is your name?" I asked and leaned over the seat to face him. Whatever to seatbelts, if I didn't care about dying, let me not wear it.

His green eyes met mine for a second then went back to the road, though it wasn't much to watch for since it was still a gravel road and trees.

"Tusaki." He replied with a smile.

"That sounds foreign. Japanese or Chinese?"

"Japanese."

"Oh, cool. From Japan?" I asked again and climbed over the seat to sit in the front with him.

He took a left onto a paved road where they met other cars going towards a castle on top of a hill. "At least it's nice."

I nodded after I looked at my new school. "I still don't want to go though."

I did go inside with a talk from Tusaki that convinced me to go. He said that if I didn't want to get yelled at, hit or talked to period from my mother than I should go. He made a good point so he left me at the door. So now I was standing on one of the steps staring up at the tall building with its tall windows and vines crawling up the sides to bring the eerie feeling to it. The stones and bricks were a dark gray and brown. Gargoyles were on the corners showing off their huge fangs and clawed feet, which made me smile. Always loved them but I loved old medieval and renaissance castle ever more.

My shoes clicked and clapped like a horse's hooves against the stone as I walked up the stairs to a pair of doors that stood almost half the height of the whole thing, but it was wide enough only for about five people to walk through shoulder to shoulder. A long sigh came from my lips when I saw a long pair of stairs going up. "At least I'll get some exercise."

"They need elevators don't they? We've tried to convince them but they keep saying that they don't want to ruin the history of the castle. Screw that! I'm tired of being worn out after just one flight of stairs for my first class! Don't you think we need them too?" She made a pretty valid point but I didn't like that part that she didn't care about the castle.

"Be more considerate for the history of your surroundings. It's a privilege to go to school in this beautiful place." I walked right past her and she grabbed my arm, forcing my back around to face her.

"You can't say that! You have to be on our side!" She yelled and aimed to slap me.

I caught it easily since I saw it coming. Wealthy kids were easy to read since I have been around them my whole life. "I can think and do whatever I want you spoiled brat." I stated calmly to her, my eyes on hers with a serious intent that I wouldn't let her get her way.

"How-How did you-" She stuttered and tried to pull her hand away. I held tight onto it though so now her eyes were beginning to fog over with fear.

"You're easy to read. Don't do that again with me unless you want to get hit harder back and mine won't be such a vain slap as yours. I'll hit you like one of those boys that fight over for your sex." My voice was hard and cruel. I didn't care if I hurt her feelings or read her like a book with ease. Most of the time I was right on any assumptions that I've made about someone with one look. Thanks to my ability to read others easily by their actions and words, I shocked everyone with the truth they wanted to hide from everyone.

"I'm telling my mother! You'll be in trouble!" She shouted and rubbed at her wimpy hand that I finally let go of.

"Go ahead. She'll just agree with whatever I say. I know I'm right you spoiled bitch so leave me alone and run along." I turned on my heal and walked through the crowd that had gathered around us, going up the stairs like nothing had happened. That's what I left them to think though. Instead, inside my mind, I was trying to keep myself from running right back to her and beating the shit out of her. She really ruined my good mood but I knew that if I did what I wanted to then I would be weak minded. Besides, I would get in trouble. Didn't want to do that or it would turn back on me in the form of my mother.

I smirked to myself as I thought in pleased thoughts that I accomplished the goal to threaten her without a problem. She was any easy target to identify her personality with her lovely blonde looks and the way she acted. Those beautiful, selfish, wealthy people like her were easy to know. I did hang around them all the time so you would become accustomed to them.

"You're one of the few that's actually managed to get away without a fight with her. You must have scared her a lot with those words." His voice was smooth like the wind and when he stepped from behind a pillar to face me, it matched to his features perfectly. Black Egyptian-looking eyes, dark ivory skin, thick curly, blackish hair and lips that were plump enough that didn't make his look ridiculous.

"You must have been born out of wedlock." I muttered and he laughed with actual humor than the bitter vibes or just to show how beautiful he was. "I know I'm not that funny at all. Quite flirting and leave me."

"Harsh words from a cheeky beauty like you." He stated with a chuckle and tilted my chin up to him.

I gave him no answer to that but slapped his hand away and threatened, "don't touch me unless you want to have no kids. I know you men, pretty words nor looks will get me in your bed."

"Is that all you think all us rich families do or want? That's truly wrong to think that of us."

"Don't try to tell me that you are all so damn innocent. It won't work, I know your little sneaky, scheming ways." I pushed his aside and continued up the steps to figure out where my classes were and to get away from the sex-craved man.

I didn't bother with the tack to turn around and figure out who was making a racket of running up the steps because I figured it out with the person's voice. "Beat her ass Dimitry! She didn't show me respect!" Her squealing voice was so annoying and I told myself over and over not to throw my shoe or something, anything, at her.

"Actually, I won't Tiffany. She's an interesting girl to stand up to you and me both. You with who your parents are and mine with my looks." I heard that much until my mind blocked them out. But at least I knew their names and that last piece of information was interesting. I would have to ask who her parents were later.

I took my paper out that had my classes and looked at the number over the doorway of a classroom on the floor that I just stopped on. "Three-hundred is here so that must mean 400 is on the second floor. I reasoned and complained at the same time. With a sigh, I moved up the second flight of steps. I found the room and walked admiring the old desks, paintings from centuries ago on the wall, tall windows that let the early morning light in, and black marble placed on the floor with a decorative rug covering the middle with angels around the edge of it. The only things I was displeased about were the walls between each desk and the room's walls were painted a dull rosy color.

I stared at the icky color and stuck my finger in my mouth as if I was going to puke. Blinking when I looked around and saw computers at each one, I smirked. "Ahh… Now this will be fun!" I walked over to a desk and dropped my stuff next to me as I used my other hand to click on the internet.

"Who are you?" Someone asked from behind me and I turned around to see an older woman with the 50's hairstyle, polka-dotted dress with frills at the end if her sleeves and at the gap on her chest. It was sickly! She was looking to be forty-something years old and dressing like she was young still! Didn't she have a clue that it was disgusting having her cleavage hanging out to everyone?

I managed to not have any disgust on my face and smiled at her. "I'm Jasmine Ionochi, a new student."

"Ah, I see. Welcome to the Academy of Folklore Woods." She gave me a smile and held her hand out

With a smile back at her I ask, "why is it called that?"

She gave me a long blink and laughed suddenly. "Don't you know that this castle in those words? These woods are the most mysterious and unknown! Creatures that people have never seen before are seen all throughout it! Shadows move as if they were actual creatures and the winds sound like people screaming at times while other times it seems to bring the creatures to you. Do you go outside at all?"

A dark eyebrow went up as I stared at her. "I just got here yesterday ma'am. I'm going to go outside once I get home."

"Where do you live?" She asked, taking a seat next to me on the desk.

"The one mansion that's underground and on a cliff."

She gasped, jumping up from her spot and that made me jump myself, shaking the desk and making a cup full of pens and pencils fall over. As I took care of them she told me in a hushed voice, as if it was supposed to be secret, "that's the home where the McClains lived. I knew their daughter personally, she was the best student I've ever had in years. But you must be careful there, especially near the lake where it meets the creek," she paused when a shiver ran through her body, eyes closed and body frozen as it ran up her arched spine. Once it was gone she continued, " the sweet girl was killed in the strangest but most horrible way. I should have believed her and done something when she came in the week before all hysterical after something happened to her. I-" She was starting to form a little pond in her eyes before but the further she got in her story, the worst it got and was now letting it loose. Her hands were clasped over her face, clear tears going past and over each finger.

I sat there shocked and out a hand on her shoulder, giving a little squeeze to try to comfort her. "I'm sorry. You should've not told me if you was going to get upset."

She shook her head hard and turned her red, puffy-eyed, tear-streaked, and runny make-upified face to me and put shaky hand up to cup my face as she opened her mouth to say something. Her lips trembled terribly as she said in a hoarse whisper, "n-no, I n-need to! I h-have to at least s-save one p-person! That p-place i-is cursed! M-many people have died there over the h-hundreds of centuries!" She finished with a more normal voice but suddenly it changed back to her crying. Shaking her head hard, she jumped up running out of the room.

I was guessing she went to the bathroom so I wouldn't see anymore of that side of her. So now I was left with the choice to go comfort her or stay where I was. My conscience told to be nice and go to her, but my reasoning side told me to stay to give here her needed privacy. I decided to listen and obey the reasoning side and mess around on the computer looking up pictures and sites from the internet over what I loved to do the most: drawing.

For 30 minutes I sat there laughing, gawking and getting sad over the hundreds of pictures I scanned through. I would have been doing research of the home I lived in but I didn't want the woman to come back in and see what I was doing.

Vetitro, my brother, had a computer at home and he let me on it anytime, even though I wasn't supposed to. He really is a kind boy and I spoiled him with my attention anytime he needed it. Like the one time our mother had to leave in a hurry and left him. He got depressed so I came to him and we played that whole day in the yard and his room going whatever he wanted. That little brother of mine was entertaining to be around and he felt guilty with what pressure mother put on me with everyday life.

He watched out for me and I watched out for him. That was the deal. He ran back to me saying when mother was coming and I got off his computer and went back to my room. I played with him when he got lonely and helped him with things when mother was gone from the house for the payback.

The people that ended up as my classmates were the girl that I threatened and the guy that was flirting with me. Tiffiney was glaring at me with malice while Dimitry was trying to convince the teacher to let him sit close to me.

"Okay, fine, but if you cause any trouble Mr. Salomone then I'll move you back to your first spot." I saw him give a triumphant grin as he made his way over to the computer area next to me. The teacher watched him closely as she started with the new day. "Now, before I was speaking with someone, I wanted to tell you that starting today all of you are going to keep a journal. In it-" She trailed off after everyone started to quiet down, she continued what she was saying, "you'll be writing about your week. What you've done. I won't tell anyone about them so you can write everything and anything."

I had to grin because writing was one of my hobbies I did the most and my life was one of the most interesting things I've put in them. Like my family life, they were always something I wrote about. There was just too much to say about them, especially my mother.

The class period went past of grammar, handing out vocabulary and that was too easy since I read too much too.

My next class had a man that liked flirting with everyone; both girls and boys. It was weird but since I had always been friends with bi's and gays, it didn't bother me. He was an ugly man with hair that was so thin that it stuck up everywhere like a new born babe. His eyes were a dark brown and he had a little butt-chin. He was a laughable man but he was so kind and such a good teacher that I liked him besides the way he looked and acted.

I could tell that everyone was disgusted of him especially when he came over to help them but they got over it quick.

Gym class was entertaining for the guy was gay and I've always thought that they were fun to hang out with for they acted like a woman, most of them at least, and you could tell them anything if they were that trustworthy person.

I figured that he would be spying on the boys changing but he didn't. When I asked why, because I'm so damn nosy and blunt, he just laughed and said, "I don't like little boys, only men. Besides, I'll get in trouble if I start messing with them." After that, we became good friends and talked while everyone else were in their groups. He let us change only if we were going to run around and I did run a lap but no changie for me. The damn Salomone guy was in that class and I was not going to show off any part of my body. I would rather stink than have him stare at me because he was one of those freaks that stared at every woman's body.

My next class was so stupid that I'm only going to say that the teacher sucks. She does not know anything about Art. She teaches nothing related to it and only hands out worksheets about the history of Art. After she hands them out, she goes back to her desk, sits sown, and plays on the computer while we have to try to figure out what to do with each worksheet.

I bet your're making a list of all my classes wondering why the hell science isn't involved in my class schedule. Well, I've saved the best for last. Science is my favorite subject, learning about how the world works. But Biology is my most favorite of all the separate little subjects in that area. Animals, their habits and them period is so interesting. Nature has been entertaining my whole life and watching it pass while I sat in the woods doing nothing but relaxing.

This teacher is the worst one I've had so far. She gives and gives us work and when we take notes, she said that if we put our head down then we get a Detention Hall. If you don't know what that is, let's just say it's bad. You have to wake up earlier than you usually do just to go to it and then you have to sit there doing nothing but staring at the wall and trying not to fall asleep from lack of sleep or boredom. So far I have passed the Detention Hall thing, but I know that sometime I'm going to get it. Not sure when, but I just have that feeling.