Chapter 106 - 106. I use old spice (1/2)
After a few more minutes, the four of them left the table together. They all were noticeably graceful - even the big, brawny one. It was unsettling to watch. The one named Amanda didn't look at me again.I sat at the table with Jessica and her friends longer than I would have if I'd been sitting alone. I was anxious not to be late for class on my first day. One of my new acquaintances, who considerately reminded me that her name was Angela, had Biology II with me the next hour. We walked to class together in silence. She was shy.
When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black-topped lab table exactly like the ones I was used to. She already had a neighbor. In fact, all the tables were filled but one. Next to the center aisle, I recognized Amanda Cullen by her blonde hair, sitting next to that single open seat. As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip signed, I was watching him surreptitiously. Just as I passed, she suddenly went rigid in her seat. Alarm bells were screaming in my mind death. She stared at me again, meeting my eyes with the strangest expression on her face - it was hostile, furious, hungry. I looked away quickly, shocked, and reigned in enkidu. I stumbled over a book in the walkway and had to catch myself on the edge of a table. The girl sitting there giggled.
I'd noticed that her eyes were black - coal black. Fed vampires have like a butterscotch color if I remember. This was not a fed vampire and my blood had magic in it, it was very good blood.
Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book with no nonsense about introductions. I could tell we were going to get along. Of course, he had no choice but to send me to the one open seat in the middle of the room. I kept my eyes down as I went to sit by her, internally screaming don't eat me don't eat me.
I didn't look up as I set my book on the table and took my seat, but I saw her posture change from the corner of my eye. she was leaning away from me, sitting on the extreme edge of her chair and averting her face like she smelled something bad. Inconspicuously, I sniffed my hair. It smelled like old spice swagger, the scent of my favorite shampoo. bitch better not think i stink she better just be affected by my blood.It seemed an innocent enough odor. I tried to pay attention to the teacher. Being this close to a superhuman vampire is not safe even if I have like 7 more clones I know for a fact being eaten would suck. My chains would have no chance at this distance and she is technically mortal she could probably tear them apart easily. my only chance is retreat to the kingdom I'd probably still be hit though and the kingdom doesn't convert vampires that i know of. Unfortunately the lecture was on cellular anatomy, something I'd already studied. I took notes carefully anyway, always looking down.
I couldn't stop myself from peeking occasionally at the vampire girl next to me. During the whole class, she never relaxed her stiff position on the edge of her chair, sitting as far from me as possible. I could see her hand on her left leg was clenched into a fist, tendons standing out under her pale skin. This, too, she never relaxed. she had the long sleeves of her white shirt pushed up to his elbows, and her forearm was surprisingly soft looking and dainty. she wasn't nearly as big as shed looked next to her burly brother she was tiny and terrifying.
The class seemed to drag on longer than the others. Was it because the day was finally coming to a close, or because I was waiting for her to rip out my throat and eat me.she never did; she continued to sit so still it looked like she wasn't breathing.Was this his normal vampire behavior? I questioned my judgment on this world choice but I wanted some people here. I'll suck it up and be a big boy.
I peeked up at her one more time, and regretted it. she was glaring down at me again, her black eyes full of revulsion and hunger. As I flinched away from her, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind. At that moment, the bell rang loudly, making me jump, and Amanda Cullen was out of her seat. Fluidly she rose - she was much shorter than I'd thought - her back to me, and she was out the door before anyone else was out of their seat. I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after her. That was terifying I really would have no chance in speed. It wasn't fair. I began gathering up my things slowly. That was a very stressful hour man having someone who could probably throw cars with their bare hands that lives on drinking blood who had some monstrous addiction to yours at this point was really scary I've said it before I'll say it again women are scary.
”Aren't you Ryan Swan?” a male voice asked.
I looked up to see a boy with pale blond hair carefully gelled into orderly spikes, smiling at me in a friendly way. He obviously didn't think I smelled bad. I mean I wear old spice bitch.
”I'm Mike.”
”Hi, Mike.”
”Do you need any help finding your next class?”