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Chapter 3

Brett grabbed the keys out of his sister's hand and hopped into the car, not even bothering to open the door.

"Brett! What's the matter?" Aribella questioned, her jovial attitude gone.

He snorted and restated his sister, in a mocking tone, "You have nothing to worry about. You haven't run into her in so long."

"NO!" she gasped. "Who was it? Did it just happen in there? Is that why?"

Brett nodded. "No clue who she was, but I used every ounce of restrain that I possess to not kill her in the store. There was no one else there... It would have been quick and silent."

Aribella placed a hand on her brother's shoulder. "It's okay, Brett. You did fine. Let's get home."

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Monday morning rolled around, and Brett woke up. He shaked his tousled brown hair as it fell into place, and took a quick glance at the alarm clock.

"6:55," he read aloud. "I love being a vampire,"  he thought to himself as he smiled.

Aribella barged into the room. "I'm a vampire too! It's just because you're a guy. You don't have to do make up and style!"

Brett chuckled, "No one said you had to either. Take advantage of the fact that we don't have to shower since we never get dirty. Take advantage of getting up five minutes before classes start, and still being able to get there on time."

She scoffed and hurried off to the restroom as Brett tossed on a shirt and jeans, and dug for his Chucks in his closet.

He ran down the stairs and said a quick goodbye to James and rushed out the door.  He lifted off of the ground and soared through the air, messing up his just fixed hair. He landed a block before the school and walked the rest of the way, entering the doors just as the bell rang.

His nose tingled, but he thought nothing of it as he set foot in the office, and flashed his smile to the secretary.

"Brett Lutz," he breathed, sending her into a stuttering frenzy.

"Oh, um, uh," she mumbled, searching through piles of papers, pulling up a schedule and a map.

"Here you go. You shouldn't have any problems, the layout is quite easy. Just a giant square.  The only thing that might slow you down is the damned hallways. I swear, it's like herding cattle," she chuckled as the phone rang.

She dismissed him with her hand and answered the phone. Brett slipped quietly out the door as Aribella walked in.

"Just a moment," the secretary said to her.

Brett chuckled as the secretary stumbled at her words yet again as he made his way to the out door court, trying to get rid of the burning sensation in his nose.  Every time he stepped foot inside right before the bell rang, the smell would burn even stronger.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, and pretty sure he'd get in trouble for skipping so many classes, he stepped in the hallway as kids were stumbling past.

He stopped a small red-head by tapping her on the shoulder and staring deep in her eyes and smiling.

"I'm sorry for bothering you while you're in a hurry, but what period is this," he questioned.

She stared for a few moments before shaking herself back to reality. "Um, fifth."

He nodded a thanks and checked his schedule as the late bell rang. Homeroom. He trudged up the stairs, making his way to the room. His throat burned more and more the closer he got. His nose filled with the same earthy scent that he breathed in last night.

"No, not here. Not now... It can't be this way."

He knocked on the door, and held his breath as the teacher came to the door. He handed his paper to the teacher as she announced him.

"Alright, Brett. You can take a seat in front of Carla," the teacher, whose name was Mrs. Kent, stated while pointing towards the corner.

Brett stopped where he was and stared.

"Holy sh..." he thought. "No, it absolutely can't be."

At that moment, Carla looked up, her heart shaped face confirming his thoughts, and Brett walked towards his seat, taking in his breath, restricting himself from breathing and smelling the godly smell of rosemary.