I BIT MY LIP. Seraph left me, well, not wholly, but she won't respond to me anymore no matter how much I begged and threatened her. Something was off—terribly so. Everything today has been off, but the feeling deep in my chest right now was downright terrifying. It was like something bigger than me was coming, something that I couldn't stop.

Maybe I was just being overdramatic. Seraph did say my emotions would be all over the place for a while. That included my sense of paranoia. Maybe the smell was just someone's bad house smell, or like I said earlier a new perfume. At least, I was hoping that it was nothing to worry about. But as the smell was right outside the classroom door, I just knew that that hope had dimmed down like water to a flame.

I couldn't help but feel consumed in anxiety exclusively. I wish I could be left alone in peace, to take this so-called vampirism slowly and get used to my new chaotic life before any more shit piles up on my plate.

The door to the classroom opened, at last, shutting up the slight chitchat that was surfacing the room. Most, like myself, were curious why Mr. Neilson was late to class. I suppose that the three foreign students walking in behind him answered our unsaid question. Like I said before, this town was smaller than a dime—everyone knew everyone and their personal business. I know a new face when I see one.

I scrunched my nose in disgust. Oh, my God. That's where the vile smell was coming; from the new students. No wonder, now it all makes sense. The new smell and new faces. Whatever laundry softener or perfume they use needs an upgrade as soon as possible. As I was in the back of the classroom suffocating in their strong scent, my peers seemed to have different opinions on them. Way different opinions.

They were all gawking at the three, eyes sparkling with a glint that could only mean no good. Like fresh, new toys for children to play with. I would have rolled my eyes at their obvious attraction, if not for me feeling the exact same way.

They were... beautiful. They held their ground like royalty, heads held high, but one was held the highest. It was the male in the middle, he held head upright and his eyes never strayed from the path ahead of him. How nice would it be to have that kind of confidence, I wonder. I could never, not with my social anxiety. Paying for my own things at the convenience store was torture enough, I couldn't imagine moving to a new school.

Mr. Neilson must've been talking because he suddenly slammed a book on the desk with a great annoyance. "Enough wondering into space. Good God, this class..." fourth period may or may not be his worst enemy. It was the class filled with troublemakers, as stated by the teacher himself. Most listened to Mr. Neilson and gave him their full attention whereas the other 2% kept gawking at the new students. I almost felt bad for them. Almost.

They looked, I don't know... kind of suspicious, in a way. Not that they wore sketchy outfits or had odd antics. It was just a feeling in my chest as I looked at them. They were aliens in here.

"For a while, they will be your classmates until further notice. Be nice and if you can, show them the ropes of the school." The girls nodded excessively, happy to oblige. I made no gesture, still looking at them with curious eyes. What was so weird about them? Maybe it was just the smell putting me off. They smelt horrendous, after all. I don't know how they walk out of their home like that smell is nonexistent. Maybe I wasn't used to being in a room with beautiful people—no offense to the students in Roselynn High. It was clear that they had amazing genes. And, it was clear that I did not, sadly.

"If you would introduce yourselves. I'vent all day, sheesh..." He was miserable. I would be too, if my wife left me for my father. Poor him.

The first one to talk was the female. She walked forwards a bit, the sound of her wedges clicking. She flashed us all an angelic smile. "Hey all, I'm Catherine Smith, but please call me Catty." She laughed shortly, definitely earning a few admirers from that. She flicked a piece of blonde hair behind her shoulder, smiling like a goddess to her people. She and her friends definitely come from some sort of noble/rich-like family. You could tell by her demeanor and the way she talks. Her eyes looked over the students, and when they met mine, I saw those innocent eyes flash devilishly for the smallest second that if I wasn't so initiative I would have thought to have imagined it. What was that about?

The three stood in silence before Catherine nudged the blonde boy beside her. He gave her a mean look before realization dawned on him. He scratched the back of his head as he said, "haha, sorry 'bout that. I'm Jaymes Killion, nice to meet ya." He smiled with closed eyes. He seemed like he wanted to be anywhere but here.

Amelee Springs, one of the most liked girls in my school, clapped her hands excitedly in her seat. "Wow, you're gorgeous. If you need any help, just ask for Amelee." Her grin reached her eyes. One of her friends giggled next to her nudged her in the ribs like she couldn't believe she said that. I already knew the new blood would be hunted Amelee's group. They liked to have attractive people within their ranks. Guess I know why I'm not her friend. Not that I would want to be her friend, anyways. Their group had too much enthusiasm for my liking.

Jaymes nodded shyly. "Thanks..." Amelee laughed at him.

The last male broke up their flirting. "Rintarou Philips pleased to meet your acquaintance." Now, almost everyone was baffled by not only his absolute and utter beauty, but the way he spoke brought out many's inner princess/prince dream. We didn't have much to do in this town so reading was a thing everyone loved to do, as far as I know. A book called 'New Dawn by Blood' was the talk of the town and had everyone falling head over heels for the main vampiric prince character, Benji. He was the fantasy of this small town of boring people, I suppose. I've read the book as well, but it didn't really satisfy my favorite theme of blood and gore, it was pure romance. I guess you could say that Rintarou here was the perfect resemble of our dearly beloved main character. Though, Benji had red hair, not black.

Helen Griffin sighed like a fool in love. "Dreams are never just dreams," she mumbled. A boy next to her, Evan Evans, laughed at her, shocking her out of her starstruck state.

"Ew, you're so cringy, Helen. He's not your imaginary love," he stated matter-o'factly, casting her a goofy grin. She scoffed and mumbled something under her breath defensively. I watched those two for a second longer, carefully seeing Evan stare at her bit too long. His eyes flashed in annoyance when he looked up to the new kids.

Unrequited love, how sad.

"Anyways," Mr. Neilson sighed, gathering the class, "you three have a seat in the back next to Miss Paris. Miss Paris, if you would raise your hand." He demanded, once again sighing into his hands. He was so done with the world. The three newbies looked at one another before nodding, walking down the aisle to the four open seats in the back. Great, just my luck.

Why did I have to sit in the back? I was regretting my decision to sit back here, scrunching my nose up in disgust as they sat down. Holy hell, they reeked. What the hell did they clean up with? The girl sat next to me and the other two behind us. Catherine sat down straight and placed her backpack on the back of the chair.

When she finished, noticing my weird reaction, she asked, "are you alright?" Something flashed in her eyes, something I couldn't decipher.

Nonetheless, excusing the weird look, I said I was fine. Catherine pursed her lips, debating whether or not to add to that before she looked away, eyes in her notebook. I almost sighed out loud.

I looked away, too. There was something... something odd about them. Something that made them different from the rest of my classmates. I could... smell it, the difference. The alien factor. Just, what was it?

I was aware of my new senses. Rye heightened sense of smell, smelling things that never had a scent. Like how all of my classmates suddenly smelt heavenly - like the times when mom fixes up a good, medium-rare steak. Everyone, as disgusting as it may be, smelt very appetizing.

The three new students were the only ones that smelt horrible. Something I would never sink my teeth into. Ever.

Seraph, I called for the vampire. She was silent, still. I called for her a few more times before giving up. What was her deal, anyway?

I sighed heavily. Putting my head on my desk, I rested my eyes and daydreamed of being home in my bed, completely unaware of the curse flooding my very veins. Sure, it was cool and all; being a being from fairytales. But, that was as cool as it got.

Everyone always wants to be things like vampires and werewolves, only thinking of the fun part. I never knew being a vampire would be so fearful. I was a monster of the dead, as strong as an army of soldiers. But, with that strength came my sense of bloodlust. I lusted for that sinful taste of copper, the warmth straight from my friend's veins.

I hated that, I hated it so much. Did that make me a... a cannibal? No, I'm not human anymore. I'm a vampire - a monster if the night, now. I could no longer be lumped in a group with Avery.

She would hate me if she knew about me. I wondered what her reaction would be if she knew I murdered someone with nothing but my two fangs. How would she react? Would she freak out and call the police? Would she run away? What if... she tried to kill me?

I couldn't help but allow guilt to consume me once more. I would try to kill me too if I were her. It was you or everyone else world. Who wouldn't pick themselves?

I'm getting lost in my thoughts. Overreacting and overthinking. I lifted my head, groggily wiping the tears from my eyes as I yawned. Huh, so vampire do get sleepy. I'll add that to my book of vampire knowledge.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I stiffened and had to force myself not to freak out. I still don't like being touched.

I knew who it was. Judging by where I was, it had to be Catherine. I turned to look her way and saw her looking at me with nervous eyes. "Hey, Genevieve, right?"

Cautiously, I nodded. She grinned at me, still somehow managing to be nervous. What? Did I have something on my face?

"Um, me and my friends don't know anybody. You seem chill, so I thought - if it's okay with you - that we could sit with you at lunch?" Pleaded the angel, shutting her eyes closed as she makes a praying posture in front of me. She held her hands close to her face in a pray, peeking one eye open when I said nothing.

My mouth was agape. What? Sit with me? But, why? Surely they've been invited to sit with Amelee already, clearly, she was part of the main clique in this school and I was not. If I were new and I was asked to sit with a bunch of important-looking kids, I would take the offer ASAP.

I didn't mean what I said next to sound so rude. "Um, didn't Amelee ask you already? I thought she would..." Catherine blinked at me, silent.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... she did." Catherine moved her hands and placed them in her lap.

She looked disappointed. Very disappointed, like a puppy being refused a treat.

Shit, me and my stupid soft side...

"N-No..!" I accidentally squeaked out louder than I intended. Surprised, Catherine looked to me. "No, I didn't mean it... like that..." I scratched the nape of my neck. "You can sit with me if you really want, but I don't know why you would turn down Amelee's offer."

Again, she just stared at me. Until, she laughed. "Oh! Thank goodness, I really didn't want to sit with her group." I frowned at that. I know Amelee and her group came off like your typical popular group of rich, snobby chicks, but she's actually really sweet. Amelee is rye nicest girl in a popular clique you'll ever meet and it irritated me when people roped her with stereotypes.

"Amelee is really nice, don't judge people when you don't know them," I said, slightly narrowing my eyes at her.

Her ocean hued eyes widened. "I didn't mean it like that, swear! She's just a bit over-friendly for my first day, is all. I didn't mean to dis your friend like that."

I narrowed my eyes at her a second longer. "It's okay." I then sighed. I really, really hate confrontation. "Sorry I snapped at you like that, then. You can still sit with me if you want, I guess." No, please, please, please say you won't. Change your mind and sit with Amelee, for the love of Go-

"Thanks." Fuck.

Why can't I say no to people? She smiled at me once more before going back to be paper. Catherine looked like she went back to writing, but the look on her face told me otherwise. Her face was stern, lines creasing on her forehead in thought. She then nodded and hummed to herself.

Weird. It's like... nevermind. That couldn't be possible.

That being said - well, thought - I also went back to my notebook and started taking notes on the lesson. As much as I hated Trig, I was at least thankful Mr. Neilson reviewed what was on the test before handing it out. My brain could relax a little.

Look at me, acting like a normal high school girl... I thought remorselessly. It's going to be hard, really hard to act normal now. I can't tell anyone about this. At least, not right now.