The cool, crisp October day bit at Tammy's skin. It was so cold for this time of year! Of course she knew that it would only get colder, as was expected in Oregon. Mallice Oregon, to be exact.
She shivered slightly, feeling her teeth jitter together with each vibration. She looked down at herself. If only she'd dressed conservatively. Her black skirt hung a good four or five inches above her knees, and the blue spagetti strap just barely met the skirt's waste line.
The air felt nippy enough for snow. She could almost smell the freezing air when it entered her nostrils. Oh well... At least the lake would soon be open for skating.
Tammy nearly ran the last few feet to the school building. With the doors slamming shut behind her, she glided off to her locker to gather her supplies for American Lit. class.
On her way there, she ran into Pam Ellice. This would a be a long conversation, Tammy could tell that. Pam's petite little pixie face was squished into an angry snarl Tammy could only hope wasn't meant for her. She dropped her bag and began the long, treturous conversation.
Koveric stepped quietly into the school, following Tammy. It wasn't like he was a stalker or anything, at least not your everyday stalker. He leaned in close to see who she'd stopped to talk with. Pam Ellice. No real threat there. Pam Ellice had flaming red curls for hair, and slightly slanted green eyes. She was pretty, Koveric would give her that, but not all that smart. Almost dense, or maybe even moronic. Koveric leaned back impatiently, waiting for Tammy to go on the move again. What a long day this was turning out to be!
Koveric had chased this girl, Tammy Richardson, down from his home town in the state of New York for one sole purpose. To distroy her. It wouldn't be anything special... He'd killed humans before... but it would be different. This girl was thought to be of an ancient race of humans... Psychic is what they called them. And the Calliday family had been the rulers. Koveric glared at her.
She was the last. She had no idea of what her family had... The power, the fame, the fortune, and he'd take the chance of her ever finding out right from under her feet. No Calliday deserved to live.
He'd already gotten her parents, though Tammy had never actually lived with them. Instead, she'd grown up with a foster family. They knew what was coming, Koveric thought pleasently.
The Calliday family had another reason to be anialated though, too. They'd hurt Koveric, many times...
"Koveric Shestray?" Koveric turned around to face the secretary he hadn't noticed standing before him. She was a plump lady with a mass of gray curls plastered to her head with some form of gel. He wasn't sure if her eyes were brown or gray from the ware of age.
Koveric nodded uneasily. He looked back at Pam and Tammy. Apparently the last of the damned Calliday family would have to wait.
"The new student, right?" Again, Koveric nodded. "Well then, come this way so we can get you squared away with your classes."
Oh, great. What could be better than being in a school full of humans? Learning their language, their history, science, math system... Especially when I know it all! But, none the less, Koveric slumped his back and followed the secretary begrudjingly to the front desk of the office located directly next to the spot he'd been standing.
The bell rang, and he watched as Tammy scurried down the hall to class, her brown hair making a majestic waterfall behind her. Koveric nearly smiled. This girl was nothing more than a ball of fluff. He'd take care of her in mere moments. Might as well let her live the little life she has left.
"Fill these out, and we'll need your parent and or legal guardian's signature on the bottom line." The lady said it mechanically, as if reading instructions to a small child. Koveric only nodded.
And after I kill Tammy, he thought happily, I'll knock this woman off too. A Calliday deserves to die because of what they are. This lady deserves to die because of how she is.
"First class for you is..." The lady searched her computer data base for the class. "Room 213, Mrs. Kellis's American Lit. class. Take this hall all the way down, and turn to your left. Here's a pass, and here's a schedule. I'm sure you can find someone to show you around." The secretary sat back down, signaling the end of the conversation.
"Whatever you say." Koveric murmered as he followed the secretary's instructions. All the way down the first hall, and to the left... 215... 214.... ah-ha! 213! Here it was... English Lit.
He took the cold brass door nob in his right hand. He knew he looked good... He could sense it. Besides, any lamia, or born vampire, always looked good. It was in their blood. They were inhumanly gorgeous for obvious reason, and unnervingly beautiful because of the impurities their genetic make-up held.
Finally pushing the door in and swinging it all the way to the wall next to it, he walked in, making the grand entrance he always did. He carried the same air of importance that followed him everywhere, and was present in everything he did.
Mrs. Kellis looked up, seemingly taken aback, as she addressed Koveric. "May..." she cleared her throat, "may I help you, sir?"
Koveric looked at her blankly for a moment, as if contempilating whether he would actually answer her, or ignore her completely. After several long, seeminly endless, seconds, he flashed her a brilliant smile that sent shivers down nearly every girls' spine. "Well, I'm suppose to be in this class." He handed her his schedule, and leaned leasurely up against her desk.
Mrs. Kellis studied it a moment, then adapted her usual, stern attitude. "All right, Mr. Shestray, but this is completely unexceptible. First, I do not tolerate tardiness." She straightened her shirt and continued. "'To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, and to be late is to never come at all.'" She recited.
"Had a little practice saying that?" Koveric asked. He smiled again, and Mrs. Kellis seemed slightly dizzy on her feet.
Again, she regained herself and glarred at him as if he were a pest she'd be sure to squash very early. "Mr. Shestray, if you do not want to live by my rules in this classroom, I do suggest you go straight to the office now, and forget about coming back, do you understand?" She sighed. "Next, that is my desk, not yours. You have no right to be sitting upon it, or leaning upon it. Now please, have a seat back there next to Mr. Jellesion."
"Kellis, the secretary lady told me to get someone to show me around. Now, this is my first day, I don't want to be in hot water yet." Koveric stated, sarcasm dripping heavily from each word.
"Mr. Shestray, sir, you're already in hot water. But, being that I do respect Mrs. Jenkins, I'll find you someone." She flipped quickly through some notes, and some grades. "Ms. Richardson, would you be up to it? To putting up with this inhuman monster?"
Koveric laughed a little to himself. How right she was! He was and inhuman monster! How stupid could humans get? He could tell a shapeshifter from a witch, and a human from a vampire in a minute just by their aura. Hell, he could tell a lamia and a contorous, a made vampire, apart from across the room. Could these humans be stupid enough that they truly didn't know when a creature unlike themselves was present? I thought all animals had a natural instinct to run from their predators. Apparently they do think they're on the top of the food chain! What morons!
Mrs. Kellis sighed again. "Tell me, Mr. Shestray, do you find something I said humorous?"
"Yes" he replied simply
"Do you care to share it with the rest of the class?" She countered.
"Not particularly. I don't think you'd like to hear what I have to say."
"Odd, I think I'd be very interested in it."
"And I think you'd be scared."
"Is that a threat?"
"Do you think it is?"
"What I think is that you'd better explain what you found so funny a moment ago."
"I still find it funny."
"Well, I like a joke just as much as the next person."
"It's not a joke, it's a fact of life."
"Share, or leave."
Koveric sighed. Fine, he'd explain it to her. Hey, he'd warned her. He'd even tried to talk her out of it. Oh well, so a few human's might question their reality. That'd be a good thing, considering what they called reality was only a fiction novel. "You called me an inhuman monster, right? I was just thinking how right you could be. What do you really know about me? I could be werewolf, or even a vampire. I could be an inhuman monster."
Mrs. Kellis rolled her eyes. "Are we still buying into fairy tales, Mr. Shestray? Odd, I thought we'd all outgrown vampires and werewolves, and ghosts and such. Apparently, we haven't, have we?"
"I promise you, Kellis, vampires exist. Witches exist. Shapeshifters exist. This, I do promise you. I've seen- and done- things that would take you to your grave. I know things that would drive any person in this room insane. And I can feel things-sense things- that your own wildest dreams can't cook up. I can go on for hours about how much I know, but I think you already beleive me. I can feel your fear, and I can taste your beleif. No one else in this room can. You're hiding it well on the outside. Good front. But I can get beyond what they can see, and I know things about you that you don't even know. Do you really wanna mess with me?"
The way his voice had dropped to a dangerous growl, and the way that he had transformed into a beast right in front of her eyes, had convinced Mrs. Kellis that he wasn't lying. She could, now, feel something iside of him. A hatred so strong it nearly dropped her off her feet. As he face paled more with each word, her surroundings dropped away from her consciousness. She was no longer aware of the classroom she stood in, nor was she aware of the students there. Instead, she seemed to be seeing everything from the enfuried boy's point of view. Everything was in a red haze; anger pulsating from him in every direction. Though, at the moment, it was aimed in two places. One was herself, something she was not surprised to find. The other was a student; Tammy Richardson. How could he hate her? He'd hardly met her... She'd be surprised if he knew her name. How did he have such a passionate hate for her?
But as he mind slowly formed the question, something dawned. He didn't need a reason to hate. She could feel only two things from him. Contempt and hate. Anger, and hate. And right now, that burning ball that was slowly eating him alive was leaning closer and closer to her. He was evil. She couldn't sense an end to it, nor could she sense a root of good in him. There was nothing. No friendship, no joy, no happiness, no love. His life was a desolate land full of ice daggers and red hazed fog.
Slowly at first, then quicker as if she were falling, she came back to herself. She was in a classroom, looking into the smoldering eyes of hatred. Koveric Shestray's eyes. Somehow, in just a matter of moments, she came to fear him as she'd never feared anyone in her life. And he was right. She did beleive him. Whatever he was, he wasn't human. And he had no pity for them. And held even less compassion and understanding. He would, she was sure, be the end of all of them.
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